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dawnagustd · 1 year

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hours || jjk

⇝ author’s note: she’s here, bitches!!!! lol thank you @m1sss1mp and @monvante for putting posters of this man all over my blog. this fic is for the both of you. thank you so much for holding my hand through it all. thank you @baljinciaga for beta’ing and screaming in the comments because you gave me the confidence to post this lol. listen, i’m rusty with the smut y’all so i apologize if it’s a mess. anyway, i hope you enjoy. this has been beta’d but there’s still probably some errors since i changed some things after it was beta read.

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“So are you spending the night or…?”

Jungkook props himself on his elbow so he can see you. He uses his fingers to comb some hair away from his face, revealing his flushed cheeks and a horseshoe septum piercing. Ask yourself how many rounds you’ve gone, and you wouldn’t be able to give an accurate answer.

You came over at six, had a beer, did some karaoke, showed him some shit you learned in twerk class, and as some as the Netflix intro came through the tv speakers, your clothes were scattered all over his apartment and your ass was in the air while Jungkook fucked up your guts.

This is kind of a Wednesday night routine for you two. Has been for a few months. You’re just vibing and having fun with your hot neighbor, nothing serious yet. Right?

“As much as I’d like to stay—”

“Pussy.”

Your mouth falls open.

“Excuse me?”

He giggles until you reach for his hair and tug on his strands. You slide closer, trying to intimidate him but he keeps teasing.

“You’re pussy. You’re tapping out,” he repeats.

You scoff. “Boy, I’ve never tapped out a day in my life. Get the fuck out of here.”

Your thumb wipes the little smirk off of his face, but it returns seconds later.

“Your dick isn’t that good. Humble yourself,” you joke.

His cocky ass knows you’re dickmatized, but you still won’t admit it.

“Whatever. You know I’ve been holding back.”

“And who told you to do that?”

“You,” he answers. “Oh, Jungkook! Please, I’ll come!”

You smack his ink-covered arm drawing a chuckle from his lips.

“You’re so full of shit, Jungkook. Okay, let’s fuck again, and don’t hold back this time,” you request.

Jungkook begins shaking his head, laughing at your persistence.

“Love, the only one getting that kind of dick is my girl so…”

“So what are you trying to say?” you ask.

He shrugs. “You tell me. You know I’ve been trying to see about that.”

An eye roll from you follows his statement. “Whatever, I’ve already let you know how it is.”

“Yeah, but I wanna hear you say when you’re not stuffed with cock,” he gripes.

“Well, come here then. I’ll say it in your ear.”

You call him over using your finger, but he doesn’t move.

“You don’t know what you’re doing to me, love.”

You throw the covers off of both of you, kicking the comforter until your legs are free. Jungkook doesn’t move initially when you spread your legs. He stays in a sitting position, letting his hair fall in his face while he smiles menacingly. His Calvin Klein’s hug his thick thighs, creating creases in his flesh.

“Well, show. Teach me. Make me aware,” you tease, using your foot to caress his calf.

“Careful, baby.”

His throat growls those words, his voice dropping octaves so low your pussy clenches.

“Why? Tired, hm?”

“You know that’s not it,” he chuckles.

You’d be lying if you didn’t admit your pussy gets wet just looking at him. Imagine being hot inside and out. That’s Jungkook. A gentleman, and the cutest weirdo immediately after. The sex is just the cherry on top.

You two just clicked, and the rest is history. Whether you need someone to act an absolute clown with or someone to fuck your brains out, Jungkook is that guy. You can’t keep your hands off of him, and he can never resist the chance to slide his dick in you.

“I don’t. So make me understand.”

“Ai yi yi,” he sighs. Then he looks at you and shakes his head. “...so much attitude.”

“Fix it for me.”

Jungkook nods then swiftly pounces on you. You start giggling, knowing you’ve struck a nerve.

“You’re pushing it, you know.”

“I don’t care,” you retort.

Jungkook smirks. “Oh, you will.”

He lowers his body, leveling his face with your pussy. You can feel small puffs of air leave his lips and come in contact with your center.

Jungkook brings two of his fingers to your entrance and prods teasingly, getting you riled up almost instantly. You grip the sheets and lift your lower body off the bed to chase his digits, but he doesn’t push in.

“Still wet for me?” he asks. Jungkook spreads your folds to examine your arousal, looking at you when he discovers that you’re soaking. “Damn, you are.”

The sound of your slick as your opening widens makes your cheeks burn with shame. You turn away, but Jungkook doesn’t like that.

“Uh, uh. You wanna get fucked, you gotta watch,” he says.

Reluctantly, you give him your attention and you immediately regret looking away. His messy hair and puffy eyes give you butterflies as you wait for his next move. You almost forget about how close his face is to your cunt.

Jungkook’s fingers slowly slip into your pussy. You gasp while they sink deep into your crevice. He knows the exact route and the perfect arch in which he must curl them to make your body quiver with pleasure.

Hearing your arousal filling the room entices both of you and Jungkook becomes eager to pick up the pace. Your hips buck and move in a circular motion to match his movements, creating a familiar build-up of pressure within your core. The sheets below you start to dampen from the juices dripping down your center.

“You’re so hot,” he whispers before he kisses your clit. “And you taste so good.”

Jungkook makes out with your bundle of nerves while his fingers pump in and out of your opening. His hair covers his face, much to your disappointment, so you gather it all and keep it contained in a makeshift ponytail.

Now that his face is visible, you can see the way his tongue swipes your pussy each time his lips part. You moan his name, swelling him with so much pride he can’t help but smile briefly. His fingers slide out of you but only so he can kiss lower and fuck you with his tongue.

The deeper he enters, the more pressure his nose places on your throbbing clit. His septum piercing tickles your center as he rubs his face in your pussy, creating a pleasant sensation that penetrates your core.

Quickly, you lose control over everything. You can feel your stomach tightening, hear your moans getting louder, smell the desire growing stronger but you’re unable to grasp the one thing you so desperately want. It’s so close, but then, Jungkook snatches it away.

“Fuck, you asshole!”

Jungkook suddenly stops just as you’re reaching your peak. He withdraws and leaves you a whining mess while he laughs.

“Oh, now I’m an asshole?” His smirk never fades while he removes his underwear and tosses them on the floor. “I think I’m a gentleman.”

He looks over at the nightstand and sighs defeatedly.

“Fuck, man.”

“What?”

“Out of condoms,” he mumbles. “I’m sorry.”

You shrug. “It’s fine. I’m on the pill. We’re good.”

“Are you sure? I can just finish—”

“No, just pull out, dude. I wanna get fucked,” you insist.

“Well, yes ma’am. You don’t have to tell me twice.”

Jungkook hooks his arms under your thighs and pulls you on his lap. He keeps one hand underneath your thigh while the other one grabs his dick. You prop yourself on your elbows and watch as he strokes his cock a few times, using your arousal for lubrication before he aligns with your center.

The tip probes your entrance until it’s nestled inside and he no longer needs to hold his shaft. He redirects his attention to your clit, and he massages your bud as he buries his cock inside of you.

“Shit!”

Your back arches and your fist punch the bed. Inch by inch he fills your pussy until he can’t fit any more of himself inside of you. The fullness you feel from his girth leaves you breathless and panting.

“Still so tight,” he whispers. “...feels so good.”

Jungkook hovers over you when you lie down again and kisses you, leaving the taste of your pussy on your lips. His tongue slips into your mouth and arousal coats your tastebuds. Your moans are muffled but are still clearly heard. His name escapes your lips repeatedly as you beg him to fuck you.

“Ready?”

You nod. “Yeah.”

Another kiss graces your lips and then another for your chest. He moves to your breast and does the same to your nipples, but envelopes the right one between his lips and suckles it tenderly. Your arms wrap around him to bring him closer as he starts nibbling your sensitive bud with his teeth.

He starts to move, setting a pace that has your toes curling instantly. You bury your face in his dark strands and beg him to keep going.

“Jungkook, please don’t stop. It’s so good.”

“I’m not,” he promises, sending waves of vibrations through your areola. His mouth feels so warm and moist against your skin. Hair raises along your flesh caused by both the chill of the room and Jungkook’s gentle touch. It’s a contrast from the way he roughly thrusts inside of you, but it’s the kind of fire and ice that has your body yearning for more.

As if he can read your body language, he changes his position. A lewd noise pierces your ears when his lips release your stiffened nipple. The cold air makes your skin tingle due to the sensitivity and the presence of his saliva.

Jungkook wraps his hand around your throat, forcing you to keep your eyes on him. His fingers comb his hair away from his face, revealing his flushed face, his pierced lip tucked between his teeth. The intimacy of the moment intensifies the pleasure growing inside of you, and your watery eyes begin to produce thick salty droplets.

“Feel good, baby?” Jungkook quizzes. “Does it really feel that good?”

“Yes, Jungkook. It…”

Your voice is so weak and raspy. You have difficulty speaking clearly, and articulating your sentences. Jungkook is very displeased.

“Speak up,” he requests. He slaps your tits, leaving you trembling and hanging on by a thread. Your pussy clenches around him, and he responds by squeezing your throat. “You feel that?”

You croak out a response. The best you can with your airways being constricted.

“Good,” he grunts. “That’s how my dick feels inside this tight fucking pussy.”

He loosens his grip and air finally refills your lungs, making you lightheaded. Your head starts spinning, your vision becomes blurry, and slowly the familiar feeling begins to form within your gut. Grabbing Jungkook’s arm, you try to warn him, but you are immediately dismissed.

“Nope. I’m not done.”

Jungkook opens your legs wider and his thrusts deepen. It’s like he’s trying to fit his entire dick inside of you, but each time he runs out of room.

You can feel him entering your guts over and over. The blunt outline of his cock is faintly visible whenever it lodges itself in your womb. Your muscles clench tightly as you try your hardest to keep it together.

One thing’s for certain, he has been holding back. Now you’re addicted to this new side of him, and there’s no other way you want him to fuck you. It feels like no experience you’ve ever had; you can’t get enough, but your body can only take so much before you lose control.

“Ah, shit! You’re fucking tight.” Sweat drips from Jungkook’s forehead as he struggles to hang on. He’s drawing this out; savoring the moment just like you are, but both of you are nearing your peaks, and it’s only moments before you topple over the edge. “I want this forever.”

“You have it, though. I’m not going anywhere,” you promise. “I’m yours.”

“Oh, fuck.”

Jungkook’s movements stutter when he hears your voice speaking to him through your soft moans. Your words are like a match igniting a flame deep inside of him. He begins fucking you harder, like he’s on a mission to ruin you.

“Shit. Come on my dick, baby,” he moans, probably waking the neighbors. “Make a mess.”

At his command, your body gives in and chases the pleasure it’s been longing for. You scream his name like it’s the only word you know. Your soul leaves you lying on the bed and elevates to the ceiling, probably even further. You tremble and shake beneath him as the coil snaps inside of you, sending ripples of pleasure shooting through your veins.

Your arousal gushes out of you with enough force to push Jungkook’s dick out of you. He slaps your pussy repeatedly, milking you dry while he strokes his shaft. As you lay there, squirting out the last of your orgasm, you slowly return to your body, but you’re still basking in your post-sex daze.

“Flip over.”

Jungkook turns you on your stomach and straddles your thighs. He strokes his cock while he stares at your ass, still tender from all the spanking he did early. He slaps it with enough force to get a muffled moan out of you. Your head remains buried in the pillow because your body refuses to move an inch.

“Softest fucking ass on the planet,” he mumbles. “And all mine.”

You relax under his touch as his large hand begins to massage your flesh. You become more exhausted as the seconds tick by. Jungkook’s pants and moans fill your ears as he chases his high, and soon his breaths become shallower, indicating that he’s approaching his release.

“Fuck.”

Moments later warm droplets of his cum paint your ass while Jungkook cries your name. He plops on top of you, careful not to use all of his weight, and leaves kisses along your shoulder. When his breathing settles, he gets up and finds a shirt to clean your body. He covers you with the blanket when he’s done so you aren’t cold.

“Are you still with me?” he asks, and you giggle.

“I’m here.”

“Well, I wish you’d say something.”

When you turn your head in his direction, you find him standing there in all of his naked glory, his dick slowly deflating, but still standing at attention while he chugs down his leftover beer.

“Maybe you should drink some water,” you suggest.

He puts the mug down and raises a finger. “You’re absolutely right. I’ll be back.”

When Jungkook leaves, the door remains open and someone else enters the room moments later. You don’t even flinch when Bam jumps on the bed, claiming his spot at the end. You’re just glad he’s finally warmed up to you. At first, you think he was a little jealous, but you guess he realized that with you in the picture, he receives two times the love and attention.

Jungkook’s footsteps make their way down the hall and he’s shocked by the sight of his pup lying beside you when he enters the room.

“I see you two have finally become friends,” he points out. He walks over to the bed and gives Bam some love while he whispers to him. “Don’t steal my girl, dude.”

You giggle and shake your head, as if Bam would ever leave his side. You’ve noticed that he has been more drawn to you lately, but you think it’s just him getting used to you being around. He knows you aren’t going to steal his dad from him, so now he’s more open to spending time with you.

“Did you bring me some water?”

Jungkook nods. “Of course.”

He gives you the water bottle and you sit up so you can drink some. Jungkook sits beside you and waits for you to finish.

You know he’s about to ask you something, so you quickly gulp down your water to get it over and done with.

On cue, he speaks.

“You still haven’t given me an answer.”

“Ah,” you sigh. “I don’t know, Jungkook.”

“That’s not an answer. I mean no is fine, but I just wanted some kind of idea about where this is going,” he states.

You’ve thought about it, and dating Jungkook isn’t a bad idea. You’re just nervous because this is going so well and you don’t want to mess it up. However, the advice your friend gave you a week ago still plays in your mind.

“If you really need more time, it’s fine but I feel like you’ve been holding back too. I want you in my life, Bam wants you to be his mom, and—”

“Jungkook,” you interrupt, fighting back a smile, but you fail.

“What is it?”

You set your water on the nightstand and grab his hand. You absentmindedly trace his tattoos, while you talk to him.

“I’m nervous because I don’t want this ‘honeymoon’ phase to end,” you start. You can see his shoulders droop because he thinks this is bad news. However, it's not. “But every day we grow closer, so why should I let my mind prevent my heart from being happy?”

“You are so fucking trashed,” he blurts out. “Did I really fuck you that good?”

“Jungkook shut the fuck up. I was trying to be deep. Leave me alone.”

You try to turn away and go to bed but he pulls you on his lap.

“Hey, I’m kidding. That was cute,” he says. “I got it. You like me, and I like you. Let’s just continue to take it slow.”

“Thanks.”

“Mhm. But just so we’re clear, you’re my girlfriend now by default because we just… Well, you know.”

“I’ll be that,” you reply. “As long as you’re my… boy boy b-b-b-b-b-boyfriend.”

When Jungkook rolls his eyes, you erupt with laughter, knowing he doesn’t want to admit he likes BTR.

“Whatever, go to sleep.”

“In my bed, or yours?” you ask.

“Don’t start.”

You both snuggle together on the dry side of the bed while Bam snores peacefully at your feet. Jungkook hugs you from behind and the two of you slowly drift off to sleep.

“Goodnight,” you whisper.

But your boyfriend has already tapped out. Looks like you’re the real champ around here.

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#jungkook x reader #jungkook smut #bts smut #bts x reader #jungkook imagines #bts imagines #thekpopuniverse #bangtansorciere #bangtanbathhouse #kvanity #jungkook fanfics #fic: hours #sugakookitty

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momos-servants · 4 months

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Older Zukka fics (that are not on Ao3)

Hello there ! I’m obsessed with searching and finding older Zukka content as the show was coming out or buried Zukka content nobody seems to find. S/o @nvergonnajimout and @somethingfoamy for being curious.

This fic list is crazy because fanfic writing back then was… different. But I’ll tell y’all what’s in it. These are some fics that I actually ended up reading and got hooked.

Here’s da list

Dragon’s prey by ajj77subhawk.

Y’all this is just straight smut in some parts. I liked it tho because Zuko is like a spirit dragon thingy?? And it was Sokka-centric. But it has power dynamics definitely so if y’all are okay with all three of those things go for it. Honestly I was hooked the first chapter. I consider it well written for being a fanfic from 2007. But it is not like the classy AO3 literature y’all might be accustomed to. There’s 28 chapters.

FYI this was the one site I was like iffy to be on because I thought my phone was going to get a virus, but it didn’t! It’s a safe site (to my standard). This was the only lengthy fic on the Zukka section on the site, but if you want to explore you will find much more smutty Zukka fics.

Zuko Sokka fic by violet-plude

DeviantArt!!! I miss you.

Anyways this is a collection on one shots I believe? I only read chapter 1 and chapter 4, but both of them are cute. It could be read as a bromance if you want. You can definitely tell it’s DeviantArt literature, it’s so early 2010s I miss this era.

Spirit’s Eve by Captain Peregrine

Halloween festival fic!! Loved this one. I think anyone would love this lil oneshot lol.

Play Nice by Scuttlebutt inc

It’s a bromance fic, but you can read it as Zukka. It’s just them bonding and having fun with sparring.

Quiet by Usagi Youkai

Oneshot !!! It’s a lil over 1,000 words. This author is pretty good, they were definitely carrying Zukka on their back on fanfiction.net back in the day.

Fire Child by Usagi Youkai

So this is probably the biggest warning: it’s mpreg. Which is definitely not everybody’s taste. I was iffy but I still read it and it actually surprised me. There was not over femininzation of Sokka. If you like to read kidfics, this is a good one!! There’s like 3 other fics the author wrote connecting to this fic. There’s 25 chapters. It’s the whole classic cliché where one of them gets pregnant (Sokka) and hides it from the other (Zuko).

Just Let Go by SomniumAngel

If y’all love reading toxic fics, this is for you! It’s a one shot and a song fic.

What's In a Name? by Kalira69

This is actually the youngest fic on the list as it was published in 2017. It’s a soulmate oneshot. The dissection of written language is Chefs kiss.

Anyways these are the fics that I have found so far and enjoyed! If I find more, I’ll definitely make another post! :)

#zukka #Sokka #zuko #avatar the last airbender #happy new year here’s some fics for y’all

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milfjuulpod · 7 months

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Guidance, Ch II

lunch, coffee, perfume, emails

read chapter one here

A/N: heyyyy sorry for my absence my writers block is insane rn….anyways i hope y’all enjoy the second chapter, lmk how u feel abt it and what u wanna see! also- i have posted both of these chapters on my ao3, same username. ok here u go bye

The office you resided in was dark, a soft light illuminating from the computer screen, gentle music playing from its speakers. The desk was littered with papers, folders, notes, pens—it was quite the mess. Ava had dropped off a stack of reports on students, those who were falling a bit behind and needed a bit of help. So naturally, you quickly got to work. You knew when you arrived at Abbott that you wanted to help as much as possible, and there was no point in waiting to get started. Sure, it was only the first couple of weeks, but you figured it was best to get a head start on things.

Thus, you launched yourself into work. Most of these students had struggled all last year, and you decided to take some preventative measures to help both the students and teachers. Organizing the files into different piles, you heard a knock at the door. You invited whoever it was inside, and were met with a delightful surprise. “Hi Melissa, how can I help you?” You asked, taking your eyes off of the mess sprawled in front of you. “I think you might be the one who needs help, kid, what's all of this?” She asked, almost laughing at how disheveled your workspace was.

You sighed and leaned back in your chair, as Melissa took place in the seat across from you. “Ava dropped off some files on students, so I’m trying to make plans for them for this year.” She looked at you with such care at that moment, before returning to her usual demeanor. “Well don’t run yourself into the ground before we get halfway into the school year, I have a feeling your desk is gonna look like this a lot,” she teased. You replied with a quiet yes, and went to turn the music down before Melissa stopped you.

“Hold on, is that Italian?” She asked, trying to hide the smile on her face. Glancing at the screen, you realized what was playing. “Yeah, it's called Salvatore, by Lana Del Rey, I listen to this song a lot.” Her smile grew at your statement, and took mental note of it. At this point, you wondered why Melissa came in here, she still has yet to say. As if she read your mind, she spoke again. “I came to bring this to you, I had some extra and wasn’t sure if you’d eaten already, and I’m gonna guess you haven’t,” She gestured to the desk once again before setting down a tupperware in front of you. As she stood up to take her leave, she said, “I hope you like this Italian food as much as you like listening to the language,” and walked out of your office. You felt nearly as warm as the food sitting in front of you.

When five p.m. rolled around, you figured it was about time to call it. Many plans were made for students, the rest would have to wait until tomorrow. You packed up your things to leave, when you remembered the tupperware sitting on the edge of your desk. Melissa’s tupperware. Hoping she didn’t leave, you grabbed it and rushed to her door. Unfortunately, her lights were off and the door was locked. Looks like that will have to wait until tomorrow too.

On the way out, you were stopped by Janine. “Hey! how’s the first week going?” She asked, excited as ever. You told her about the work you had done, and what was still left to do. “I just gotta take this home and wash it now, it’s Melissa’s.” Janine’s eyes widened at that statement, making you feel like maybe you said something you shouldn’t have. “Oh, Melissa gave you that? It took weeks before she even remembered my name, let alone give me something,” She shuffled on her feet nervously. “I hope she’s not trying to butter you up for anything,” Janine’s rambling was cut off by Gregory pulling up to the two of you. “I’ll see you tomorrow!”

Walking to your own car, you wondered what Janine could’ve meant by that. Melissa had been nothing but kind to you, what could possibly make her say that? Sure, the older teacher had a bit of a tough exterior, but she already took a liking to you. Janine’s words echoed in your head, and the anxiety grew as you thought about what Melissa really wanted from you.

The following morning, you walked to Melissa’s classroom with her clean tupperware and coffees in hand. One for you, one for her. You were just going to return her dish, give her the coffee, and leave. Nothing more, nothing less. The crush on her was a bit ridiculous at this point, you barely knew the redhead, and yet you wanted nothing more but to learn everything. Knocking lightly on the door, you let yourself in. “Good morning, you left yesterday before I could give this back to you. Oh, and here’s a coffee as a thank you.” You greeted Melissa with excitement. Except she didn’t match the energy, at all. She didn’t even look up from her computer as she quietly said “thank you.”

Okay, maybe you were planning on staying a bit longer and chatting with her before getting to your own work, and you felt a bit defeated. Silently, you left the classroom and walked to your own office, wondering if Janine was right about Melissa. It was hard to focus on work feeling this way, and slowly, but surely, it was lunch time. Opting to work through it, you didn’t visit the break room with everyone else. You missed Melissa anxiously looking for you in the break room. But her best friend didn’t.

“Why do you keep looking at the door? Are you waiting for someone?” Barbara asked the woman next to her. Melissa glanced at the cameras, before deciding to lie. “Uh, no. Just…paying attention. You can never be too careful.” Barbara knew what that tone meant, but decided to let it go. Playing the events from this morning back in her mind, Melissa felt a little bad for ignoring you, and this made her upset. Why did she care?

“You’re shaking the whole table bouncing your leg, Melissa. What’s going on?” Barbara questioned. Melissa just sighed in response and leaned back in her chair. With a stern look from her friend, she started talking. “I don’t know. That new guidance counselor came by this morning to return my tupperware and I was busy so I didn’t really say much. And then she just left, but what was I supposed to do? She got me coffee too, I didn’t even realize until she was gone. It was good though, I haven’t been to the place she got it from. Maybe I should ask her where it is? Or…I don’t know…” The redhead trailed off. Across from her, Barbara tried her best to hide the shock from hearing her friend’s words.

“Why are you overthinking this? I’m sure she’s fine and wouldn’t mind you inquiring about the coffee. Go, before the break is over and I have to hear about this all over again tomorrow morning.” Barbara laughed as Melissa rolled her eyes, but she stood up to go searching.

You, on the other hand, decided to pick up a sandwich from the corner store across the street for lunch. Upon returning, you nearly jumped out of your skin when you opened the office door. “Melissa! Oh good god you scared me, what are you doing in here?” You whisper-screamed, adrenaline still rushing for a moment. “I had a question for ya,” she replied, so casually. As if it was normal for her to sneak into your office while you were out. Come to think of it, you remember locking the door, how exactly did she get in?

“A question that couldn’t wait for me to get back from the store? And that’s my chair, scooch it,” You set the sandwich on the desk and leaned against it as well waiting for Melissa to move out of your seat. She didn’t. “Sorry for being so short with you this morning, kid. I was a little overwhelmed with making plans for both of my classes, but thank you for the coffee, that was sweet.” She smiled at you sincerely, and if this is what you get for buying her a coffee, it might become a daily thing. “Where did you get it by the way?”

“Oh! It’s this new place that just opened up by my apartment, Opus. I’ve been a few times already, might become a regular there,” you told her. “Yeah, that makes two of us.” Melissa stood up to leave, and without thinking, you grabbed her hand to stop her. “Wait! Did you say both of your classes? You have two?”

Melissa was visibly surprised at your physical touch, but she didn’t pull back either. “Yeah, a combined second and third grade class. Gonna be a great year,” She informed you, rolling her eyes in the process. You let go of her hand finally and took in what she said. “If you need any help, with lesson plans or grading, you know where to find me.”

The teacher took your hand again and gently squeezed it before letting go, “Thanks hon, I’ll keep that in mind. And next time you need lunch, you know where to find me,” She said with a smirk before walking out the door. Sitting down, you took in the smell of her perfume that coated the area for a few moments more. The sweet scent was quickly forgotten when you looked at your computer screen. Many emails, forgotten assignments, but what caught your eye immediately, was a new email, from Melissa of all people.

Forgot to ask while I was still with you, but would you want to meet this afternoon or later this week to help me with some planning? Maybe we can enjoy a coffee inside the shop this time. Let me know.

-Melissa Schemmenti

#abbott elementary #lisa ann walter #abbott elementary fics #wlw #reader fic #melissa hours #melissa schemmenti x reader #melissa schemmenti x you

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autisticlancemcclain · 4 months

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fic rec friday 56

hello and welcome to fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics.

Shiro's Skunk Hair Steals Lance's Boyfriend by @bleusarcellewrites

Lance nods, eyes scanning Keith’s face slowly, “I gotta ask, though, do you come here often?” Keith snorts, fondness for this dumbass making his heart to beat faster. “Charming as always, I see.” “I can show you ‘charming’.” Lance says, eyebrows wiggling in a suggestive manner and while the others groan behind them at the line, Keith just smiles. “But before that, I’m a man of honor and I gotta know: are you single?” Keith blinks at the question and suddenly he's laughing. [Or the one where Lance can't hold his alchohol and Keith gives up a Cuddle Night of his boyfriend to be flirted by said boyfriend just for his boyfriend to forget he was already his boyfriend. It's a mess but Keith wouldn't want it any other way.]

yall remember bleusarcelle...remember 2018.....crazy times. anyway. this fic is fun and sweet and dorky, nice to read when you want to forget how bad vld dropped the ball and ruined everything :))

2. Your Love Keeps Me Warm by crystalklances

Keith is giving him a look, contemplating, eyebrows drawn together. Noticing his gaze, Lance looks up, raising an eyebrow. “Are you cold?” Keith asks after a moment of a silent staring contest. “No,” Lance replies. “You should’ve said something.” “I just said I’m not—” But Keith doesn’t listen. Already, he’s shrugging out of his red varsity jacket, and he leans over to drape it around Lance’s shoulders. ---- Or, 4 times Keith is determined to prevent Lance from getting sick, and the time Lance catches a cold after all.

I MISS CRYSTALKLANCES EVERY DAY, BRO. no one got ridiculously soft modern au keith like he did. fuck. but at least most of his works are still on ao3. i like this one in particularly one because its soft and im a weenie but also because its a 4+1 which is my favourite genre of fic ever actually

3. what makes you beautiful by seventies

MMA fighter Keith Kogane is admitted to the hospital and gets KO'd by blue eyes that rival the seas and a crooked grin that knocks the air out of his lungs. It hasn't even been a minute in the ring. It's a world fucking record.

rare blue eyed lance appreciation moment from me (old bookmark lmfao). but jokes aside i do love this fic. i will always always always every day of my life love whipped on sight keith idc. its so so funny to me. its funnier when lance is like oh! this is my rival. we are going to be ENEMIES FUCK YEAH and keith is like oh my god if i dont marry him right now im literally going to die. also this fic has matt just fyi

4. Lance and Keith's guide for how to cure insomnia by crystalklances

Keith has always had trouble sleeping, but never told anyone. When they fall asleep together after a mission by chance, Lance finds out and offers to share his bed to help Keith fall asleep. However, sleeping together every night has unforeseen side-effects for both of them.

from the iconic INVENTOR of the smitten keith tag. soft klance, in canon. touch starved keith. sharing a bed to stop the nightmares. i bought my ticket on the first word of the summary like

5. love you so bad by seyama [EXPLICIT]

Keith and Lance sneak off from a party to go and fuck. That's it, that's the whole story.

this was bantery and silly and fun. and the little argument over who gets to be the little spoon....shockingly tender and so so them ive read this one a fewww times lol

that’s it for today!! i’ll see y’all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!

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kaeyaphile · 5 months

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“i’m in a field of dandelions;

wishing on every one that you’d be mine.”

Pairing — Kaeya × GN!Reader

Word Count — 6,303

Content Warnings (copied and pasted from AO3 because i’m lazy) — Fluff, Kaeya is Bad At Feelings (Genshin Impact), Gender-Neutral Pronouns, Vulnerable Kaeya (Genshin Impact), Kaeya Needs a Hug (Genshin Impact), Friends to Lovers

Summary — “and i see forever in your eyes, i feel okay when i see you smile” » coming back to mondstadt felt like coming home, especially when you see a certain someone again after having been apart for a while.

Art Credit — @/sephirothballs

Author’s Note — hi y’all! i have been working on this for quite literally over a year, and i still am not happy with it. but today is kaeya’s birthday, and i figured i’d post it anyway even though the ending is pretty rushed and the whole thing is kind of messy. hopefully it’s still good! this is a sequel to my other kaeya × reader fic, “(insert interesting title here)”, but you don’t have to read that first. i listened to “dandelions” by ruth b. while writing, thus the title (i am so bad at titles). i’m trying to get back into writing again, but life has been very rough so it’s been... a process. also, xiao is in this briefly because i went a bunch of different directions while writing this and he chose to stick around; he’s my emotional support adeptus. aNYWAYS — happy birthday, kaeya! 🦚 ❄️ 🩵

The comforting sound of Sara puttering around behind the counter of Good Hunter filters through the air as you finish eating your meal, and you move to stack up the dishes to carry them to be washed – only for your companion to snatch them up before you can even finish standing.

Pursing your lips and narrowing your eyes at him, he meets your gaze with a blank expression, eyebrow ever so slightly arching upward as if challenging you to take the dishes from him.

Your fake ire towards him cracks and a soft laugh escapes you as you shake your head at him affectionately.

“I’ll meet up with you later, Xiao – thank you again for agreeing to have lunch with me,” you smile and set a hand on his shoulder, squeezing gently in farewell as his eyes soften and he inclines his head towards you as you turn to walk up the stairs through the city and make your way to the Knights of Favonius headquarters.

As soon as you take a step into the foyer, your eyes are immediately drawn to the two people that are standing in front of the door to Jean’s office and a surprised lavender gaze meets yours as a familiar brunette stretches to peer over his shoulder, grinning and waving at you.

“Hey there! Fancy seeing you here!” Amber exclaims, not-so-subtly nudging her companion in the back with her elbow.

Kaeya blinks before coming to his senses and smiling crookedly at you, his eye never leaving your face.

“Hello… what are the two of you doing loitering in front of Jean’s office?” you ask, before realizing how rude that sounds. “Oh, not that I’m not happy to see you both! I just didn’t think I’d be lucky enough to run into either of you today!”

Chuckling, Kaeya smirks at your fumbling as Amber surreptitiously glances between the two of you.

“I was just leaving, actually! We’ve already finished our business with Jean,” Amber said, smiling knowingly.

“Oh, uhm, I–”

“Oops, look at the time – gotta go! Captain, I’ll give you the reports later, yeah?” she winks at Kaeya before immediately turning to rush out the door.

You and Kaeya both stare after her, bewildered.

“Oh… okay…” you trail off, baffled at her abrupt departure.

Kaeya turns to you, taking note of how disconcerted and flustered you look.

“I just needed to give Jean some information I discovered, but I can just leave the paper on her desk… that’ll be fine, right?” you find yourself questioning nervously, unconsciously wringing your hands together due to the butterflies of seeing Kaeya again.

Taking a deep breath to get yourself together, you glance back up at Kaeya just as he frowns and takes a few steps closer to you.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine!” you blurt out in a high-pitched voice, much louder than you’d intended.

His eye widens and he opens his mouth to respond but is interrupted when Xiao suddenly appears at your side, glaring at Kaeya and grasping your upper arm gently to pull you into him.

“Xiao, no, it’s okay!” you gasp, quickly shrugging him off and stepping in front of Kaeya, holding your hands up placatingly.

“You were shouting and your heart was racing… I heard you,” his eyes flick to you before narrowing back onto Kaeya in suspicion. “Who is this?”

“Kaeya’s a friend,” you explain, glancing at Kaeya to see his expression suddenly turn unreadable – easily missed if you hadn’t gotten to know him as well as you had, “a very close friend! I’m just exhausted from the past few days and it was a surprise to see him so my emotions got the best of me,” you specify, grimacing internally. “But it’s fine, he’d never hurt or upset me,” your eyes implore Xiao to understand and leave it be.

He glares at Kaeya for a moment longer – the definition of “if looks could kill” – before focusing back on you and nodding sharply.

“If you’re sure… but remember, if you need anything, just call for me,” he mutters, hesitating for only a moment longer to give Kaeya another suspicious once-over before disappearing just as suddenly as he’d arrived.

Sighing, you turn to Kaeya. “I’m sorry about him, he can be very… overprotective at times.”

“Is that the Adeptus you’ve mentioned in your letters?”

“Yes, that’s the one – he’s been traveling with me and helping me a majority of the time I’ve been in Liyue, and he was nice enough to accompany me here,” you smile to yourself as you think of Xiao. “He’s been a wonderful companion and he’s come to be very dear to my heart.”

“I see… well, honestly, I’m glad that you’ve had someone watching over you,” he confesses after a moment, smiling crookedly when you laugh in response to his words. “What with the amount of trouble you always seem to find yourself in, after all.“

Scoffing at his jab, you gently shove at his shoulder. “I can take care of myself, you know!”

His smile grows wider, he chuckles at your easy banter. “Oh don’t worry, I’m well aware, but it never hurts to know that someone you care about has protection in case something ever goes wrong.”

You freeze, mouth slightly ajar as his words register in your mind.

It isn’t as if it’s a surprise to hear him state such a thing, especially after everything that’s happened between the two of you, but it has been a while since it’s been addressed… and the confirmation after having missed him so much was jarring in the best way… but wait, hadn’t you just referred to him as “a friend” to Xiao?

‘Idiot’, you think to yourself, gritting your teeth at your thoughtless behavior.

He blinks and his smile falters as he realizes that your reaction to his words isn’t exactly as positive as he’d hoped.

Glancing at the various guards stationed around the room who are watching your interaction curiously, you can’t help but to be increasingly aware of Kaeya’s presence beside you.

Noticing your discomfort and the looks from the guards, he gently reaches out and grasps your hand firmly, quickly turning on his heel and leading you up the stairs and into his office so that nobody will be able to observe the two of you.

He lets go of your hand as he locks the door to ensure your privacy and turns to you, tilting his head and smiling.

“There, no more nosy guards – but what brings you all the way back to Mondstadt?”

“Oh, uhm… I actually wanted to come back for your birthday… it’s tomorrow, right?” you ask, flushing with embarrassment. “I’m sorry for not writing about the possibility of me visiting, but I kind of wanted it to be a surprise…”

Kaeya quietly observes you with an inscrutable look for a moment before he slowly steps toward you, coming to a stop just a few inches away.

Inhaling sharply, you look up to find him studying you intently.

“Is there something wrong?” you whisper, eyes widening as he tilts his head and leans just a bit closer.

“Hm, I think I should be the one asking you that question,” he rests his palm against the wall right above your shoulder.

It reminds you of when he’d had you pinned up against the bookshelf in this very office weeks ago, and your face floods with warmth at the memory as your eyes desperately search his face to try and figure out what he’s thinking.

“I’m fine…” you mutter, eyes unfocusing slightly as his proximity and unique scent wash over you, the intense feelings for him you’ve been trying to keep in check rushing to the forefront of your mind.

Kaeya’s lips press together as he closes his eye and breathes in deeply.

“Kaeya? I’m sorry if–”

“Stop it,” he snaps, immediately clicking his tongue and sighing. “Please stop apologizing to me,” he says in a softer tone, his eye opening to look at you imploringly.

“I’m–” you stammer to a halt as he raises an eyebrow at you in a warning. “Okay, I’ll… stop?”

“Thank you,” he breathes. “Now then, I think we should have a chat, don’t you agree?”

Nodding and deciding to stare at his chest to avoid eye contact, you reach beside him to fiddle with the edge of his cape to distract yourself and calm your nerves. “Yes, I’m… I should tell you something.”

“I’m listening,“ he urges softly, watching you intently as you nod.

“I know that I haven’t mentioned anything in my letters and… neither have you, but what happened between us after you got hurt a month ago…” you take a shaky breath to steel your nerves. “I still feel the same, and I know that they say ’absence makes the heart grow fonder,’ and I’ve found that it’s very true in this case; I think about you all the time.”

Focusing on the faint icy blue glow coming from his Vision to continue avoiding his gaze, you falter – startling when you feel Kaeya’s cold hand gently cradle your cheek, his thumb brushing along your cheekbone.

“I’m glad to hear it,” he murmurs, leaning forward to press a lingering kiss to your forehead. “As I’m having the same predicament as you.”

Confused, you look up at him and tilt your head in question.

“Unable to stop thinking of you,” he explains, flashing you a charming smile and what you assume to be a wink.

Exhaling a soft laugh in response, you wrap your arms around his waist and cling to him, pressing your face against his chest and inhaling the familiar sharp mint–like scent that was just… Kaeya.

“Okay, that’s good. I’m glad – I missed you but I didn’t want to pressure you for anything,” your voice is muffled by how your face is smushed against his chest. “But everything that happened before was real – you’re everything to me, Kaeya.”

You feel him tremble against you, his heart beating a bit faster and his breath hitching, and you delight in how you of all people can affect him this way.

“I can assure you that the feeling is mutual, darling,” he admits after a moment, returning your gentle embrace and nuzzling his face into your hair as you both stand in the middle of the room and hold each other for a few moments.

Pulling back slightly, you summon your courage again and boldly press a quick kiss to the exposed skin of his chest – something you’ve been wanting to do to that tantalizing glimpse of flesh for ages.

Huffing in amusement, he suddenly sweeps you up into his arms in a bridal carry, laughing when you squawk loudly in protest before he gently tosses you onto the large couch in the corner of his office.

Scrambling to sit up properly, you can’t help but admire him as he stands in front of you, laughing at the expression on your face. His eye sparkles with mirth and he’s smiling so genuinely that his faint dimples are making a rare appearance.

Enraptured, you scoot to sit on the very edge of the cushion, reaching out to gently cup his cheeks in your hands and brush your fingers over the small indents in his cheeks that showcase his joy, staring at him with wonder and a giddy smile on your face.

Kaeya stops laughing and takes a step forward to press his knees against yours, resting his hands lightly on your shoulders as his smile grows soft.

“You always look at me like that,” he whispers, his gaze flickering over your face just as intently as yours was doing to his.

“Hm?” you hum, tilting your head at him.

“... like I’m the most important person in the world,” he replies, before shaking his head in disbelief and rolling his eye.

“You are… well, I mean, you’re the most important person in my world,” you murmur, guiding his head down to press your foreheads together.

Sighing, his eye closes and he doesn’t respond.

You slowly slide your hands off of his face and scoot back, raising an eyebrow and patting at the space next to you on the couch expectantly.

Kaeya shakes his head again, a soft smile briefly reappearing on his face, and makes a show of taking his outwear off.

Pushing yourself back to lean against the back of the couch, you once again can’t help but stare in utter fascination as he finishes removing his fur–lined cape and coat and begins to take off his gloves.

Glancing up at you, he smirks at your blatant ogling.

“Like what you see?” he cheekily tugs on one of his gloves with his teeth and chuckles at the way you quickly avert your gaze with burning cheeks.

You focus on taking off your own jacket, suddenly feeling hot, and fold it up to set it on the arm of the couch, turning back to find Kaeya sitting beside you and watching you silently.

Amused at how quickly he’s managed to take off those ridiculous layers of his, you reach out to grab his arm and tug him closer to you.

Grunting in surprise, he slides over until you’re pressed against each other.

“That was rather rude of you, don’t you think?” he mumbles, frowning dramatically.

“It got you over here next to me, didn’t it?” your face grows warm as you realize that your faces are now only a few scant inches away from each other.

Kaeya hums in response, closing his eye and resting a hand on your hip to pull you towards him.

You can’t help but move even closer to him at the invitation, resting one hand lightly on his chest and reaching out to gently trace the features of his face with your finger.

Eye fluttering open as you run your finger across his brow, he chuckles and turns his head toward you. “There you go again.”

“I don’t quite understand how it’s my fault that you’re so beautiful, Kaeya,” you state, raising an eyebrow.

He blinks a few times before he lets out a quick humorless laugh.

“I’m not joking, Kaeya – I could stare at you for eternity,” you mumble, leaning closer so that you’re nose–to–nose.

He stares at you for a moment with a furrowed brow before he glances up at the ceiling and frowns.

Sighing through your nose, you find yourself overcome with frustration with him and you abruptly sit up straight to fling a leg over his thighs and straddle him, supporting yourself with your hands on either side of his head on the back of the couch.

Kaeya freezes, eye going wide at your boldness and the intense glare you level at him.

“What do I have to do to get you to listen to me?” you demand.

Shaking his head in confusion, he swallows roughly. “I–”

“You’re a very good actor, Kaeya Alberich, and before we confessed our feelings to each other I thought you had very high confidence,” you admit. “But every time I give you a compliment you brush it off.”

Huffing in irritation, you start pressing soft, retaliatory kisses all over his face.

His breath shudders and you hear a very faint groan when your lips lightly graze along his jawline.

Smirking, you allow more of your weight to press down onto him as one of your hands slides up to tangle itself in his soft blue locks, gently guiding his head to the side so you can access more of him.

“This is unexpected,” he gasps out, hands coming up to rest on your waist as you trail kisses down the warm column of his throat.

“Unwelcome?” your lips hover over his skin as you pause and wait for his answer, not wanting to make him uncomfortable.

“Mm, no, not at all,” he sighs, gently kneading his fingers into the soft flesh of your hips.

Smiling, you nip at his collarbone out of curiosity and you aren’t disappointed: he stifles a soft cry, his body shuddering against yours.

“Sensitive,” you tease, smiling against his shoulder, and he huffs out a strained laugh before you take pity on him and move to press your lips to his.

Sighing into the kiss, he brings a hand up to tangle in the hair at the back of your head.

You pull back after a moment and nuzzle your nose against his, his soft chuckle and grin causing you to smile back at him.

The hand that had been grasping at your hip trails slowly up your spine and your eyes widen as you stiffen, biting your lip to stifle the squeak that the sensation threatens to draw from you.

Kaeya stops, peering at you with slightly narrowed eyes, and a knowing smirk slowly grows on his face as he realizes what caused your odd reaction.

“Kaeya, don’t–!” you warn, quickly trying to push off and away from him, but he grabs you firmly by the waist and hooks his chin over your shoulder.

“Hm, don’t what? You couldn’t possibly be ticklish, now could you?” he mocks playfully, voice gone slightly rough as he slowly slides one hand under your shirt to glide up along the curve of your waist, wiggling his fingers to test your reaction.

Shrieking and trying to wriggle away, you flail a bit uncontrollably and let out a peal of hysterical laughter at the sensation.

As suddenly as he’s begun tickling you, Kaeya stops – likely realizing that you’re quickly becoming overstimulated.

Panting for breath, your body relaxes as you slump into him.

Kaeya carefully smooths your shirt back down before pulling back and cupping your jaw, tilting his head at you.

“I apologize, was that too much?”

Shaking your head and gasping out a laugh, you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer so his face is mere inches in front of your own.

“No, you’re perfect,” you murmur, trailing a finger gently around his eyepatch as you softly gaze up at him. “I’m just more sensitive than most, unfortunately.“

His eyelashes flutter as he reaches up to gently grab the hand that was caressing around his eyepatch, pulling it away to intertwine your fingers with his and brush a soft kiss across each of your knuckles.

You feel the sudden urge to apologize, realizing you may have crossed a boundary by seemingly attempting to touch his covered eye. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to–”

“What did I say about apologizing to me, hm?” Kaeya’s tone is teasing, but his smirk doesn’t reach his eyes.

Biting your lip, your mind replays the way his body suddenly tensed against yours as soon as your fingertip brushed against the fabric covering his eye.

“It doesn’t matter to me, you know,” you breathe, eyes flickering from his eyepatch to his eye that is still intently focusing on you. “I just… needed to feel you.”

You stare at each other for what feels like forever – Kaeya with an unreadable expression on his face and you with what is undoubtedly a concerned frown.

Sighing, he gently lifts you up and off of him to turn away from you and you immediately panic and stand up, thinking that he’s getting up to leave – only to freeze as soon as you see his hands reach behind his head and begin to tug on the tie of his eyepatch.

Lunging forward to stop him, you quickly grab his hands before they can finish. “Kaeya, no, what–”

“Let me do this, please,” he breathes, and the words sound borderline pleading as his hands slide out of your own that have grown slack at his words.

You are unable to do anything but stand there behind him in shock as he tugs off his eyepatch, setting it gently on the coffee table before pulling his hair tie off as well and taking a deep breath.

You avert your eyes as soon as you see him start to turn back to face you, closing and covering them with your hands for good measure.

“I told you, Kaeya, it doesn’t matter to me – I’ve known you for long enough that nothing could change how I feel about–” your frantic rambling halts abruptly at the sensation of him gently prying your hands away from your eyes, intertwining your fingers tightly.

It’s a struggle to keep your eyes shut when you feel him gently guide you to stand between his legs as he remains sitting on the couch, and as you feel his chilled breath on the side of your face you can’t help but squirm a little.

“Do you remember when I told you I’m not originally from Mondstadt?” he asks, his lips brushing the edge of your ear.

Nodding, you squeeze his hands. “I do my best to remember everything you’ve ever told me, Kaeya,” you murmur, anxiously chewing on your lower lip.

You feel the air rush out of him from the surprised chuckle that statement earns you, and gulp when his lips brush against the shell of your ear again.

“Open your eyes, please,” he pleads, his voice having gone rough with emotion.

Eyes fluttering open slowly, you focus your gaze intently on your clasped hands.

Huffing in exasperation, Kaeya’s lips insistently press against yours and you gasp into his mouth.

He takes that chance to deepen it, no longer a chaste meeting of lips but now becoming an all-consuming melding of mouths.

Whimpering as he traces the tip of his tongue against your bottom lip, your eyes flutter open in reflex when he suddenly pulls away.

At first, you don’t register the difference, too busy swooning from the kiss, but after a few seconds your gaze finds the scar on his right eye, a scar that looks to be from some sort of burn.

Your eyebrows furrow as you stare into his eyes – the star-shaped pupils are the same, only instead of the familiar cornflower blue you love so much the newly uncovered eye is bright amber.

“Who did that to you?” you whisper, eyes tracing the burn mark, though you have a bad feeling that you already know the answer to your question.

The corners of his mouth quirk up a little at your question but he shakes his head and untangles your hands to press his lips back to yours.

Understanding his reluctance to discuss the specifics, you allow him to go back to kissing you senselessly, opening your mouth for him again when his tongue glides against the seam of your lips.

Clutching at your hips, he gently guides you to sit back down on his lap and straddle him, your bodies pressing together.

Deciding to be especially bold, you break away from his greedy mouth and slide your hand up his chest and neck to brush his bangs back from his scarred eye, flustering as he stares at you with eyes burning with blatant want.

“Does it hurt?” you ask, voice slightly hoarse.

Raising an eyebrow at you, he shakes his head. “Not anymore,” he whispers.

“Good,” you reply, leaning forward to press featherlight kisses across his eyelids as they flutter shut at your approach, making him chuckle.

“I’m trying to show you how much I missed you,” he groans dramatically, glaring at you in jest when you pull back. “And yet you keep making this about me.”

“I’m trying to show the soon to be birthday boy how much I love him, you ridiculous, stubborn man,” you reply cheekily, not realizing the depth of the words you’ve spoken aloud until you feel him suddenly go still against you.

Slowly sitting up straight and staring resolutely out the window over his shoulder, you miss his stunned face as you both sit there in strained silence.

Biting your lip and becoming overwhelmed by doubt, you move to climb off of him only for him to stop you by suddenly taking your face between his hands as his mismatched eyes meet yours with a desperate, hungry look in them.

“What?” he rasps out, tilting his head in a request for you to repeat what you said.

“I’m not going to repeat something that you heard and should already know if you’ve got any sense, Kaeya, so please just–”

Lips firmly pressing to yours cut you off, Kaeya seemingly trying to devour you with how desperate his kisses have gotten.

Meeting his sudden fervor with your own, you both gasp as you press against each other as much as possible.

Unfortunately, you eventually need to tear yourself away to breathe and your eyes flutter open and glance down to realize that you’ve been unthinkingly clutching and pulling at his shirt so much that it’s gaping open to show even more of his rich brown skin.

Unable to look away, your hands move thoughtlessly to grip his defined shoulders, thumbs brushing along the edge of the leather choker he wears.

Kaeya isn’t faring much better, one hand cradling the back of your head and the other has somehow managed to slide under your shirt, his cold fingers clutching at the warm, soft skin of your waist.

You lean back just enough to glimpse exactly how much of his skin you’ve ended up revealing and your mouth goes dry and falls open as your breath hitches.

His own eyes open and he immediately takes notice that you’re looking at him hungrily and he smirks, laughing at how you visibly fluster.

A cold hand sliding further up your shirt to glide up your spine makes you shiver, leaning into him and whining.

“You can take it off if you’d like, I don’t mind,” he murmurs as he presses needy kisses along your jawline.

“Huh?” you make a noise of confusion, totally consumed by taking in the most of him you’ve ever seen bared to you.

“My shirt, darling,” he laughs lowly against your ear, a sound that makes you tremble against him once more.

“Oh… but what if someone needs you, we are in your office right now after all…” you murmur, eyes riveted onto the skin that’s been revealed to your eyes.

Kaeya breathes out an amused laugh, shaking his head.

“I’m not even supposed to be here today, actually. Jean gave me the day off, and I locked the door behind us, so…” he trails off, smirking against the shell of your ear.

Exhaling, your hands go to toy with the buttons of his shirt, slowly undoing them.

Biting your lip, you gently push the shirt off his shoulders and then pull the shirt down and off his arms, tossing it beside you on the couch and pausing as you turn back and are greeted by Kaeya’s gorgeous dark brown skin.

There are various scars and freckles here and there and you want to touch, trace, and kiss them all, but for now you slowly caress his chest before you grasp at his shoulders.

Groaning lowly, his eyes flutter as he presses back into your hands.

Feeling bold after everything you’ve already done, you move forward and press lingering kisses to his chest, directly over his heart.

He is practically shaking against you now, either with emotion or from fighting his arousal or perhaps both, you aren’t sure, and you’re far too nervous to ask.

His hands slip back under your shirt, slowly pulling it up so that more of your plush hips and soft stomach are visible to him.

Gasping and tearing yourself away from him after he starts to leave bruising kisses down your throat and onto your collarbone, you can’t help but be hit with a sudden wave of anxiety.

Kaeya immediately goes still when he feels your body tense up against him, pulling back slowly to gauge your expression and meeting your wide, unsure eyes with his concerned ones.

“I’m so sorry, I’m just–”

“Once again, what did I tell you about apologizing to me?” he murmurs, moving to lightly press his forehead to your own.

“I know, but I–”

“Mmm, no, no buts. If you want to stop, we stop,” he interrupts you again, voice stern but still raspy from the intensity of what you’ve just been doing.

Biting your lip and willing the tears that are welling up in your eyes to disappear, you look off to the side and nod.

Sighing, he gently lifts your chin back up so he can look into your eyes which are now uncontrollably watering, hot tears silently running down your face.

“What’s wrong, darling?” he whispers, eyes growing soft and hands moving to cup your cheeks to brush the tears away.

“I’m just… nervous, this is all new to me and I’ve honestly never felt this strongly for anyone until you,” you manage to croak, sniffling and eyes flitting about to look everywhere but at him. “I want to give you anything and everything you want, especially considering tomorrow is your birthday, but at the same time I’m… scared.”

Kaeya inhales sharply, hands framing your face fully as he guides you to meet his eyes again.

“I need you to know that, in regards to you, what I want is for you to be happy and to feel safe,” he declares, voice firm but eyes softening at your teary face peering at him.

“Okay,” you accept weakly, still sniffling with a few tears continuing to fall as you look at him with insecurity dimming your eyes. “I’m s–”

“If you try to apologize to me again, I’ll be forced to resort to drastic measures,” he assures, voice low and chilled fingers feeling downright heavenly when they hesitantly brush the remaining tears off of your overheated cheeks. “For now I think that you’re exhausted and in need of some rest, yeah?”

Blinking slowly at him, you can feel the odd numbness that usually follows such sudden bouts of emotion begin to set in.

“Okay,” you reply, voice hoarse before you clear your throat and try to bring the mood back up. “Drastic measures, huh?”

“Mhm, it’ll be a surprise,” he chuckles, hands returning to holding your waist. “Now, more importantly, would you like me to put my shirt back on?”

You stare at him in confusion before you realize that he’s been half-dressed throughout this entire mini-meltdown of yours and your face floods with heat.

Kaeya snatches your hands in his and laughs as you try to cover your face and turn away out of embarrassment.

“Now now, darling – it was a serious question. If I keep it off will you be able to keep your hands off of me?” he teases, waggling his eyebrows.

Groaning, you roll your eyes. “Oh gosh, Sir Kaeya, I don’t know if I’ll be able to resist your glorious body,” you simper, eyelashes fluttering at him as your easy banter helps you get yourself together.

Smirking, he pulls you close and presses your hands to his chest, reminding you of a fact you don’t know how you forgot – that you were straddling this man and sitting on his lap.

Gasping out an embarrassed laugh, you squirm a bit until he gently squeezes your wrists in a warning.

“I need you to know that I am more than happy to take things slow, but if you keep wiggling around like that…” he trails off, grinning sheepishly at you and glancing down at where your hips meet.

“Oh my–” you gasp, quickly yet carefully moving off of him, sitting beside him on the couch and folding your legs under yourself and wondering if tonight can manage to get any more mortifying…

“Now, I’ll ask again. Shirt, yes or no?” he questions, holding up the shirt in question.

“Um, I wouldn’t mind if you… left it off?” you finally squeak out, sure that at this point your face was as hot as the sun.

“As you wish,” he chuckles, amused at how flustered you are. “Now, a follow-up question – may I kiss you?”

It takes you a moment for your brain to process what he’s said, and once you do you stare at him incredulously.

“Kaeya, you had your tongue down my throat not even 10 minutes ago,” you say flatly.

He gasps at that, frowning at you. “How vulgar! One must always ask for consent, darling, even if it was previously given.”

“I appreciate it, but I’ll be honest with the fact that I will almost always want you to kiss me,” you can’t help but laugh at him, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him close and enjoying feeling his bare skin brush against your palms.

“Hm, almost is not a guarantee,” he shakes his head, leaning back slightly to keep from getting too close to you.

“Kae, please. It’s almost as if you don’t want to kiss me,” you pout, fluttering your lashes and inwardly preening at how his eyes instantly drop down to your lips.

His throat bobs as he swallows roughly and his pupils dilate slightly when you subconsciously lick your lips.

“I can assure you that I want nothing more than to be kissing you at every waking moment,” he whispers, flashing you a coy look when your eyes widen in reaction to his words. “Mm, and I’m Kae now, am I?”

“Is… is that okay?” you mumble as a flash of insecurity goes through you, unsure if you’ve overstepped yet again.

Bringing his hand up to skim his knuckles against the soft skin of your cheek, he rolls his eyes playfully before answering your question by kissing you delicately.

Sighing into the kiss, you tighten your arms around his neck to hold him against you – you regret getting off of his lap, but it was unfortunately the safest option right now.

He slowly pulls away, chuckling when you subconsciously chase after his lips.

“I don’t want to overwhelm you, or make you uncomfortable,” he murmurs, cradling your face in his hands when your eyes flutter open and meet his soft, loving gaze.

“I appreciate it, Kaeya,” you whisper, combing your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck and pressing your forehead to his.

Humming in reply, he seems content to just sit here holding your face and staring into your eyes.

“I’m assuming that Jean is forcing you to take a few days off for your birthday?" you ask quietly, not wanting to ruin the moment but unable to ignore your curiosity.

“She is,” he whispers, sighing. “I suppose it’s silly of me to hope that she’d conveniently forget about it.”

“Can I be honest?"

“Always,” he murmurs, tilting his head a bit in question and nudging his nose against yours, smiling when you let out a quiet giggle.

“I, uh, may have been putting off coming back… partially because of the fact that I have to go back to Sumeru, but also because of… us,” you explain, biting your lip and averting your eyes.

“Us?” he whispers after a moment, hands sliding down from your cheeks to cradle your jaw, thumb gently brushing under your bottom lip that was being abused by your teeth.

Pulling back slightly, immediately missing the closeness, you still refused to meet his eyes.

“I was almost going to go to Sumeru before coming back, but I knew that wouldn’t have been fair to you, especially since it’s your birthday tomorrow, and I needed to know where we stood before…” you trail off, cheeks burning in embarrassment.

"Before…?”

You gulp, suddenly realizing how ridiculous the idea had been.

Kaeya whispers your name softly and you can’t help but bring your eyes back to him to see him observing you with furrowed brows.

“I was going to see if you would come with me,” you blurt out, eyes widening at how nonexistent your filter has become around him.

He blinks slowly a few times before his heterochromatic eyes focus intently on you.

“I’d have to clear it with Jean, but I don’t see why she’d disagree – she’s been trying to get me out of the city for a break anyways,” he grins at the relieved smile that grows on your face at his words.

“Wait, a break? Doesn’t she usually need you to do the opposite?” you question, confused.

His grin turns sheepish then, eyes looking away.

“I may have been throwing myself into my work lately and overdoing it,” he admits.

"Oh? Did something happen?” you were suddenly concerned. Kaeya wasn’t a slacker by any means, but he often liked to take his time and Jean usually had a lot of work for him to do.

“No, nothing like that, I just needed a distraction because I couldn’t stop thinking about a certain someone.”

Realization hits you and you immediately feel like an idiot, laughing at yourself and leaning your head against his shoulder.

“Oh, that’s… flattering, I guess?” your words are muffled by his skin but you know he heard you nonetheless.

Pressing a brief kiss to the top of your head, he wraps his arms around you.

“Good, it was meant to be. I’m rather fond of you, after all.”

You feel your face flush with heat even more at that, breathing out a soft, flustered laugh.

“I’m rather fond of you too, Sir Kaeya,” you whisper, pressing a kiss to his collarbone.

His breath hitches before he hums happily, closing his eyes as he leans against you.

The two of you fall silent as you just enjoy being in the presence of each other for the first time in a while.

After a few moments of breathing each other in, you break the silence with a soft whisper.

“Happy early birthday, Kaeya.”

His arms tighten their embrace around you, and you can feel him turn his head to press a lingering kiss to your forehead before he murmurs his reply.

“Thank you, sweetheart.”

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #kaeya #kaeya alberich #kaeya x reader #kaeya alberich x reader #kaeya fluff #gn!reader #gender neutral reader

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finemeal · 3 months

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AO3 Etiquette

Alright, y’all, you already know what I’m about to say. But go ahead get some water, something to eat, take your meds, and whatever else you need to do as I go into this. Ready? Good.

I’ve seen far too many users on AO3 being rude and saying things that I’m not even sure they understand is rude.

If you’ve done these things, don’t sweat it too much. As long as you learn and do better, that’s what’s important. I don’t wanna make anyone feel bad, but I want to make y’all AWARE.

So let’s talk about some basic etiquette for interacting on AO3.

(Disclaimer: not every AO3 author is going to agree. Some are okay with some of these things, some aren’t. Let’s just play on the safe side yeah?)

Comment Etiquette

Listen, we’ve all left comments on fics we like. But here’s the thing, some of us don’t realize what comments are rude or not.

Comments that pass the vibe check:

Hearts

Something you liked about the story

Saying you enjoyed the story

Excited to see more from an author (not demanding an update, not asking for more, just genuine excitement for whatever the author has in store)

Anything that is genuinely nice

Theories on what you think will happen (not necessarily what you want or hope happens)

Comments that do not pass the vibe check:

DEMANDING an update

Treating fic authors like content pumps and not real people who do this in their free time

Critiquing the story

Saying how they should’ve written something different

Constructive criticism that the author did NOT ask for

Saying things that are purposefully antagonistic

Trolling

Anything that if someone said to you about something you worked hard on you would think was rude

Dogging on how a character was written

Comments that are WILDLY different from the tone of the story (i.e leaving a graphically violent comment on a story that does not feature graphic violence)

Any mention on how long it’s been since they’ve updated — you’re gonna make your wait longer

This one is more of a personal ick but any “want to see” comments, specifically on one-shots (I want you to enjoy what I’ve written, not talk about stories you hope I’ll write — unless author says that they specifically want those comments)

Honestly there’s so many comments that do not pass the vibe check I can’t even list them all. But I listed a BUNCH so, general rule of thumb is: If you’re not sure it’s rude, reach out to a friend and ask. Also, you can ask for people in the comment section to vibe check you if you’re unsure. And? If you know it’s rude and say it anyway, you’re an asshole.

ALSO: author’s will read your comments! They may not respond, but 9/10 author’s will read the comment so remember that you’re not posting into the void. And? People will call you out if you’re being rude. Don’t double down. Apologize, delete comment, move on.

Author’s talk, we will block you if you’re a raging asshole cuz we don’t need that kinda energy in our fics. And, sometimes we’ll turn off anon commenters cuz if you’re going to continue to be an asshole, and can’t even say it to our face, you din’t deserve to comment.

Bookmark Etiquette

This one is prolly gonna get a lot of people riled up and I simply don’t care. If you disagree, that’s fine, just know as an author and friends with other AO3 author’s we consider these sorts of things rude.

Bookmarks that pass the vibe check:

No comment

A nice comment with the bookmark

Private bookmarks (no matter what it’s tagged/commented with)

Nice/neutral tags

A note to self about where you left off

Bookmarks that do not pass the vibe check:

Anything rude for the comment/tag section of a bookmark — unsure what’s rude? See comment section above

Ranking the fic (see this way more often in bookmarks than anywhere else)

Unread bookmarks (not always a fail, it’s just weird? You can mark for later, why are you bookmarking my story without reading it?)

If your bookmark is private? It doesn’t matter how you tag/note it/whatever. But if it’s public? Author’s will sometimes go look at bookmarks because people will leave nice little comments that make us feel good. If you say something mean we can’t even delete it. But I can guarantee we’ll block you!

Yes, bookmarks are for the reader, but just because you didn’t intend for an author to see what you said doesn’t make it any less mean. If it’s public: shame on you. Make a bookmark that’s mean in private, then I won’t care.

Conclusion

Don’t be mean. If you don’t like a story, you don’t have to say anything. It takes more time to leave a nasty comment or bookmark something in a mean way than it does to just back out of the fic. I get it, you don’t like the fic. I don’t like every fic I read. You know what we do? We use the back button.

We’re all people, we all have lives and things going on. Just know 2024 is the year I’m no longer replying to nasty comments. I’m deleting them, blocking if I want to, and moving on.

If you have any questions, feel free to ask. Again, this post has a very aggressive tone because I’m sick of seeing mean comments on my friend’s fics. Will this stop those comments? No, but I hope it lessens them.

This truly is just about educating people. If you have any questions, anything you want to add. Feel free, pop off monarchs.

#ao3 #writer #etiquette #etiquette fails #psa #rant #please just do better

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malectober · 1 year

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Happy Valentine's folks!!

Or, more accurately, happy Malectine's!!! (I propose changing the official name to Malectine's Day. What's better, naming a holiday for romantic love after a hateful bigot who got none anyways or after Mr. Lovey-Doveys?)((By hateful bigot, I mean Valentine Morgenstern ofc. I'm sure St. Valentines was a delight))

Ehem. Anyway. I have decided to host a teeny tiny little Malec event this Valentines. Sponsored by a lil bit of time from my finals study sessions.

(I'm getting paid in sanity, not money btw)

((please help me NOT lose my sanity during finals, which, funnily, start the day after Valentines))

(((My only date for Valentines is, unfortunately, biochemistry. I'd really appreciate seeing some proper lovely chemistry that day instead of the kind that sucks my soul dry)))

((((okay I'll stop rambling now))))

Anyways. *clears throat* *dramatic flourish which Magnus would approve of*

Introducing the Malectine's Roulette Challenge!!

In this challenge, you're gonna spin a (virtual)

Now, here's how you can participate:

Step 1: Have a tumblr account (Ao3 account is optional)

Step 2: Spin the virtual roulette here to get a prompt!! There’s 7 prompts, each of which is from the Valentine’s week list thingy.

Step 3: Take your prompt and go wild with it!!

Step 4: On Valentine’s Day, post whatever you created here on tumblr (and if it’s a fic, in the Ao3 collection which I’ll link below) and tag @malectober so I can reblog it here!!

Now, before you go all spinning about, here’s a few ground rules and other information:

Please don’t spin more than once 🥺👉👈 The whole point of the challenge is to, well, challenge yourself. Make the best of what prompt you get. It wouldn’t really be a challenge if you kept spinning till you got the prompt you wanted. (However, if you’re racking your brain and still unable to come up with a good idea, you may have a second spin behind my back). Now, I won’t know if anyone spins multiple times, of course, that’s between you and your internet, buuut that also means it’s up to you to keep the challenge authentic.

You can do anything!! Art, fic, edits, playlists, you name it!!

Interested in the challenge but not really a malec fan? That’s fine! Take a spin anyway and go for it, but you don’t have to tag me.

Nsfw content is allowed, as long as it is put under a cut (Read more)

Speaking of which, any and all content is allowed!! Even if it’s the goriest darkest whumpiest content a human can possibly make. Just make sure to add any appropriate TWs to the beginning, and in case of particularly graphic/triggering content, put it under a cut!

For fic, there’s no word count limits, minimum or maximum. You could submit in one single word for a fic and I’ll still accept it!!

You may tag your work with “#malectine’s day” and “#malectine’s 2023”. But do tag this account within the post so I can notice it and reblog!!

I know I’m calling it a challenge, but there’s no reward or winners or anything. The true treasure is the malec content y’all will create, plus some of that sweet sweet validation.

Most importantly, do not, I repeat, DO NOT hate on any of the participants or content submitted.

That said, enjoy the challenge!!

Again, here’s the link to the roulette (Please let me know in case either of the links don’t work)

And here’s the link to the Ao3 Collection

Lastly, just for funsies, here’s a poll

#Malectine’s day #Malectine’s 2023 #Malectine’s day 2023 #malec #tsc #tmi #tec #shadowhunters #shtv

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oknowkiss · 2 years

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fic post: eager for the sky

for @harrydracobang !! inspired by this incredible artwork by actual genius/loveliest person alive @upthehillart !!!

TITLE: EAGER FOR THE SKY PAIRING: DRARRY (background Harry/Ron, background Draco/Blaise, background Ron/Hermione, implied Harry/Ron/Hermione) RATING: M (hard M tho… it is me, after all) WORDCOUNT: 35.4K

READ ON AO3 HERE!

TAGS: 8th Year, Quidditch Tournaments if Quidditch was both college football and hockey, Cutting fruit as a love language, Banter, Cutting your crush’s hair and not dying on the spot, Erotic Stretching, Teasing, Not kissing your crush as self-preservation, Furiously masturbating in the shower instead, the Triumphant Return of Everyone’s Favorite Nutbar Oliver Wood, Leather touching leather if you know what I mean

SUMMARY: It was announced, just as the Triwizard Tournament had been, at the start of term feast. A year-long, international Quidditch varsity match — the inaugural Wizarding Academy Cup.

In which Harry is Hogwarts' star Seeker, Draco is on the bench, and they both have a thing or two to learn about playing for the same team.

Oh my god it’s here. It’s alive! And actually it’s been alive for several days now, and as per I am here straggling over the finish line with my little post. No matter though, because now it means I get to post this AND say thank you not only to the people who helped make this fic happen, but also to everyone who has read it so far, and shared, and left amazing kind words. You’re all perfect and if I were your coach you’d all be getting MVP trophies from me.

A special thank you to @sorrybutblog @makeitp1nk and @nv-md for their hours spent poring over this fic with me, shining lights on all the parts that didn’t work and making the parts that did work even better. You’re an incredible team, and this would not be the story it is without you.

And I want to mention again both the mods at @harrydracobang for their tireless work on this fest, which was so well run I was in awe, and @upthehillart for their absolutely astounding artwork. Like… y’all have seen it right? You’ve seen it??? Because I’ve been looking at this art every single day since May and I’ll never be the same tbh. This art is so good it’s got me using capital letters which y’all know I don’t do here, but here we are anyway. The art is so good it has me not only writing a short novel about The Sporting Life but also using proper style??? Okay!! @upthehillart it was so much fun working with you on this. You’re a dream, and just… mind-bogglingly talented.

As a final note: if anyone is interested, you can find a playlist for this fic on spotify here.

#my fic #my fic posts #drarry #drarry fanfic #harry potter #draco malfoy #harry x draco #draco x harry #harry/draco #ronarry #harry/ron #draco/blaise #what’s the ship name for them

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thewayshedreamed · 2 years

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A Symphony

a/n: Happy Nessian Week! This is for Day 1′s prompt (and clearly I’m very late), but I’m really excited to share this with y’all!

This is a follow-up, set 200 years post-mating from my fic Death Dance. I’ve wanted to write this for a long time, and @nessianweek 2022 inspired me to finally write it and share it with y’all! (I also included a few details to make it a bit more canon compliant since I wrote the original 2 parts before acosf was released— and since the prompt calls for ‘what happened after’, this can be read as a stand-alone one-shot set 200 yrs post-acosf).

I know I wrote Death Dance forever ago, but it holds such a special place in my heart as one of the first fics I ever shared. I’ll include the links here in case you want a refresher or would like to read it!

>> Death Dance | Death Dance, Part 2 | ao3

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"...that’s what battle is. A symphony.” — ACOWAR

Cassian loved watching the sunrise atop the House of Wind. He often retreated to the roof earliest to start his warm-ups and prepare for training. He had a solid routine of assessing the weapons, setting any broken ones aside for repair, and making sure adequate water was on hand. The fewer interruptions to their sessions, the better.

His blade sang as he pulled it from the rack nearby. It wasn’t the sword he opted to use in battle, nor was it the finest piece of steel he owned, but he favored it in training nonetheless. The weight was perfect, and his hand had formed the leather around the hilt to fit perfectly after years of use.

Perhaps superstition played a part in it, too. Anytime he deviated from it, he made multiple errors. He decided it was the fault of the blade rather than the warrior having an off-day.

Footsteps sounded nearby, and his eyes landed on his favorite opponent. She had come so far over the years in her technique, and she rivaled him in focus and determination. There had never been a challenge she didn’t rise to meet.

Her cool blue eyes, bleary due to the early hour, assessed him as usual. Cassian huffed a laugh at her serious expression and nodded to an open area nearby.

“Go ahead and get warmed up. I’m ready when you are,” he goaded. That knowing glint shined in her eyes, and it was so familiar that his chest tightened.

“Already did.” Her voice was even, almost bored. Not that it bothered him, considering it wasn’t the first time he’d heard it. “I did some stairs inside the House before I came up. I’m waiting on you.”

Her smile was as sharp as the blade she selected from the rack. Cassian eased his feet apart and braced himself for when the session would start, but she strolled over to another table before meeting him in the ring. Her delicate hand hovered over each dagger until she decided on which two to tuck into her leathers.

“Doesn’t hurt to have back-up,” she stated, a hint of a smile tugging at her lips.

“No, it doesn’t. I’ve taught you well.”

“You could say that.” Her smile turned feral, her eyes flashing a brighter blue as she lunged for Cassian.

Deflecting her blade was child’s play, but she hadn’t truly expected to surprise him. Not yet, anyway. Cassian knew her to be more calculated— and far less transparent— than one rush attack. The Illyrian steel clanged loudly upon contact and whistled through the air at Cassian’s counter attack. Her block caught him off-guard a little in both speed and technique, and he didn’t fight the warm pride flooding his chest.

They danced that way, a nearly choreographed push and pull of steel and delicate footwork. Her breaths sounded through the training ring first, but he didn’t dare comment on how she lost her rhythm moments prior. The only thing that would produce was an additional waste of breath in telling him to mind his own business. Best to cut out the middle step.

Cassian disarmed her artfully in a similar way he’d succeeded in the past. He made a mental note to run through the maneuver during their debrief so that she wasn’t vulnerable to it in actual combat. With a swiftness characteristic of the High Fae, she had a dagger in each hand and went immediately on the offensive. The determination made him smile, but her responding scowl let him know that she likely took it as a taunt.

He schooled his features as he’d trained to do his entire life, eliminating any tells and masking any weaknesses in his form. Sometimes, an opponent’s face was their weakest asset. They told a multitude of stories if one knew where to look.

Cassian defended the attack successfully and was vaguely aware of another presence walking toward the edge of the ring. It wasn’t uncommon for the Valkyries to support one another during drills, especially with how they coordinated their attacks, but this lesson was private. He couldn’t afford the lapse in focus to bark an order along that vein.

“Remember your breath,” she prompted.

Cassian’s eyes slid over of their own volition, nearly allowing one of the daggers to drag along the skin of his bicep. He dodged it in the half-second before contact, but it was too close for comfort. He chose to ignore the unwelcome coaching from the sidelines in favor of his sparring partner who was quite content to use any error in his judgment to her advantage.

He should have expected as much. It was what he taught her to do.

“He has too much access to your blindside.”

A growl erupted from Cassian’s chest. “Stop coaching her. It won’t serve her in the long-run.”

He spun away and recalibrated, using his wings to lift and propel him forward. His sword came down and met both daggers, crossed to hold his blade at bay.

Sweat beaded on her forehead, but she blinked it away. Cassian noticed how her chest heaved, the way her jaw clenched. She was losing steam and quickly. Hundreds of drills and sparring sessions, and she still didn’t know when to call it.

“It’s over,” he murmured, his tone final but not unkind. The reality was that he was only using half of his force, so even if she aimed to dig her heels in to defend herself, it would only take his full might to compromise her form.

“You don’t know that,” she gritted out, pushing against him with her remaining strength.

Cassian pushed harder against her, and a frustrated snarl sounded between them. Her nostrils flared in her desperation for breath, but the way her arms shook was the true sign of her exhaustion.

“Listen to me,” he instructed, firmer that time. “It’s over. Don’t let your pride get you killed.”

With a roar, she threw her weight forward in an attempt to throw Cassian off-balance. He held his sword steady with one arm and used his free hand to flex against her forearm and stripped her of the dagger. In a blink, he discarded his sword on the ground and spun her around, using the remaining dagger at her throat to pin her against his chest.

To her credit, she held her head high. “Was that really necessary?”

Cassian tossed the dagger aside and released her. She whirled around, fire in her eyes and what he knew was a loaded temper on her tongue. That was fine. He had a temper of his own.

“You tell me,” he argued, his voice louder than before. “I told you it was over, and you pushed anyway. That’s how you die.”

“So, you want me to give up?!” Her voice met and exceeded his own, growing more shrill by the second.

“No! I want you to know your limits and identify them before you get there. I want you to stop playing the damned hero and retreat when you should. Listen to me for once, for fuck’s sake. I want you to do what you need to survive!”

When the silence fell, Cassian realized how loud he’d been. Her lip quivered, and his temper evaporated as quickly as it had come. His heart crumbled in his chest watching her take steps away from him.

“I’ll be back before lunch,” she said, her voice trembling. “Nice talk.”

With two beats of her beautiful, umber wings, she was airborne. Cassian squeezed his eyes shut to gather himself and decided it was better to face the music sooner rather than later. He turned toward Nesta, still planted at the edge of the ring and her silver eyes swirling with contempt.

Fuck.

He heaved a breath and finished it with a firm warning. “Nes, don’t.”

Nesta stepped forward, her glare still fixed on his face. “Why did you have to push her so hard?”

“I didn’t push her any harder than I pushed you or any of the other Valkyries. She’s talented, Nesta, but she’s proud as hell.”

His wife blinked at him, and he didn’t have to be daemati to know her thoughts roared with the word hypocrite. Perhaps those were his own thoughts screaming at him.

“I know, I know,” he continued. “I’ll talk to her once she cools off.”

A murderous laugh sounded from Nesta, and goose flesh erupted over Cassian’s spine. He would never admit it, though. “Oh, no you won’t. You fucked up. You’re going to find her and talk to her right now.”

His brows came together in irritation. “Cynane gets her temper honestly— from both sides, might I add.” Nesta had the good sense to look a little sheepish. “She needs time.”

She crossed her arms, unsatisfied with his reasons. “Maybe so, but we have no idea where she’s headed. For all we know, she’ll get plenty of time with how long it will take you to find her.” It was Nesta’s turn to escalate and allow her temper to run free, he guessed. Her voice was venom made sound. “You will get your ass in the air. You will find our daughter, and you will bring her home.”

It was a shame how beautiful Nesta was when she was at her most angry. The only thing to keep Cassian’s wits about him was the layer of desperation beneath her anger, the way he knew her heart couldn’t rest without knowing Cynane was safe. It didn’t matter that she was approaching her 21st birthday in the coming months. She was forever their baby in Nesta’s eyes— and Cassian’s, if he was being fair.

He stepped forward and took Nesta’s hand, raising it to his lips. He let them linger against her skin and said, “Yes, ma’am.”

A smile threatened Nesta’s composure, but she schooled it quickly enough that Cassian didn’t feel right calling her on it. “I’m serious, you brute.”

“I know,” he murmured.

Cassian pressed his lips to her forehead and brought her hand to his chest. Nesta traced the middle siphon mindlessly.

“You were hard on her today. I know you’re used to pushing her, but she’s been having a rough few days.”

He tensed, all of his instincts roaring to life. “What happened?”

“Cassian,” Nesta warned, but her tone was softer than usual. “She’s okay. She and Nyx are fighting, and it’s getting to her.”

“Why didn’t she tell me?” He couldn’t help the incredulity in his question. Cynane talked to him about everything.

“She was worried you would overreact.” Alright, Nesta had a point. “They’ll work through it like they always do. They’re young and hard-headed, but they’re best friends. She didn’t want it to cause issues between you and Rhysand.”

He hummed in response, and his wings grew more restless by the second. Nesta was right in that it may take time to find her, and with the threats they knew to exist in their world, his brain insisted on painting worst case scenarios.

“I didn’t mean to hurt her,” he whispered, pulling Nesta against him. “I just— I worry she’ll push herself beyond her means for the greater good, and I couldn’t live with myself if I lost her.”

Nesta was quiet for a moment, then, “Who does that sound like to you?”

The wind circled them, but the chill was negligible in comparison to the realization Nesta prompted.

“Fuck,” he muttered. “This is my fault on so many levels.”

Nesta’s laugh kept him from spiraling completely. “You two are cut from the same cloth, Cassian. She looks up to you, but it’s confusing to her when you chastise her for emulating you.”

“Yeah.” His voice was all grit, his emotions like a hand around his throat. “I’ll fix this.”

“Bring our girl home.”

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Cassian flew for about an hour before he noticed his daughter’s silhouette at the edge of a cliff. His chest squeezed at realizing she sought comfort in that location. Cassian had taught her to fly there, and they frequently used it as a spot to rest when they flew laps around Velaris together. The fact that she was so angry, yet yearned for a closeness to him nearly brought tears to his eyes.

He landed nearby but far enough away to avoid startling her. Her sniffles echoed along the wind, and it took every ounce of his will power to avoid crushing her to his chest. It didn’t matter that she was 6 feet tall with wings as mighty as some of the strongest Illyrian warriors. She was his Cynane, the light of his life, and he’d hold her as long as she would let him.

Approaching on silent feet, he eased himself into a seated position next to her and fixed his gaze over the horizon. She wiped at her eyes, and for some reason, it hurt that she was trying to hide her emotions from him.

“Hey,” he murmured, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. “Come here.”

He expected her to resist, maybe to argue that he shouldn’t baby her anymore. Instead, her head dropped heavily to his shoulder, and her body shook with a sob. His instincts itched to eliminate any threat to her, but he had no clue what to do. Ultimately, he decided to wait it out and let her pour her pain into his lap if that’s what she needed.

When she quieted a bit, he tucked his free hand beneath her chin and lifted it to look at him. Her beautiful blue eyes, identical to Nesta’s, were red-rimmed and swollen. Cassian pressed a long kiss to her forehead and pulled back to look at her again.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I didn’t mean to cry like that.”

He released her chin and brought his wrist toward his mouth. Using his teeth, he pulled a strip of linen he’d used to wrap his wrists prior to training and offered it to her.

Her nose scrunched. “It’s sweaty.”

He flicked the offending nose and held the linen closer to her. “No, it’s not. It’s from the top.”

Cynane glared at it, no more impressed than before.

“Would you rather have snot freeze to your face on the flight home?” he challenged.

She blinked up at him and snatched the strip of fabric out of his hand. Cassian chuckled at her flare for drama, but she retaliated swiftly by pretending to wipe her nose on his tunic instead.

“Heathen,” he teased, leaning away from her and removing his arm from her shoulders. Her laugh made his breathing a bit easier.

She took a moment to blot at her eyes and wipe her nose, heaving a long breath before she gathered the nerve to talk. The sun turned her dark skin almost golden and reflected off the three amber siphons mounted along her collarbone. Females didn’t usually receive siphons, but almost none of them held the power that his daughter held, either. The scary part was that they still didn’t quite know the breadth of it.

“Talk to me.” It was foreign to ask because she almost always brought her troubles straight to him. Sometimes, she turned to Nesta first depending on the subject, but she had never run from him rather than talk something out. “Your mom said you have some things on your mind.”

A few beats passed in silence. “I shouldn’t have forced that sparring session so much,” she admitted, her voice a quiet rasp. “I think I was trying to work through some stuff, but that’s not the place for it.”

“It’s okay,” he assured her, turning his body to see her face better. “We can work through it now. Together.”

She offered a small, pitiful smile and dropped her head to his shoulder again. Cassian used his free hand to brush some of the dark waves that escaped her braid away from her face. “Nyx is pissing me off.”

A laugh bubbled out of him without warning and encouraged one from Cynane, too. It felt good to laugh in light of all the tension. “Yeah? What’s he doing?”

“He doesn’t listen to me!” she exclaimed. “Ever— for anything. He doesn’t listen to me in training, he doesn’t listen to me in social situations. He doesn’t even listen to me about what suit he should wear, and half the time, he’s the one asking in the first place.”

Much like his father, then. “He’s young, proud. I’m—“

“Dad, he’s 200 years old.” The exasperation in her voice made him smile. He tucked his cheek against her head.

“Yeah, well,” he trailed off. “It took his father longer than that to listen to me, and that’s still not a guarantee.”

Cynane chuckled, and the sound was so reminiscent of Nesta that his heart inflated beyond the available space of his ribcage. “Give him time. He’s had a microscope on him since birth, and some lessons, he’ll have to learn on his own.”

“Maybe,” she sighed. “When you put it that way, it makes me feel like my expectations are off. If Nyx is young, what does that make me?”

“My baby, for one,” he said through a smirk and felt her wing flick against his own with a quiet slap. She hated when Cassian made a production over her. “You have the same old soul that your mother does, so you tend to put more pressure on your shoulders than is yours to bear.”

The echo of Nesta’s earlier words ricocheted through his brain. He knew Cynane’s and his likeness. It was nearly impossible to be around the two of them and not see it. The way she entered any room with a casual confidence, the same sideways smile. How she lifted a brow when challenged or skeptical of someone’s motives.

So much of Cassian presented in Cynane, and as much as it warmed his heart to see it, he knew the sense and burden of responsibility were of him, too.

Her voice was quiet. “Sometimes it makes me wonder why I do all this, you know? All the training, trying to prove myself a worthwhile ally to Nyx.”

“It’s your sense of purpose,” he offered. “And for what it’s worth, you don’t need to prove yourself to anyone. You and Nyx are best friends, and his behavior has more to do with him than it does with you, I’m sure of it.”

Cynane sniffed, and Cassian’s instincts roared to life in a way that still managed to startle him. She had cried hundreds of times in her short life, but his hackles always rose within milliseconds, anyway.

“It just— it feels like there’s no place for me right now, or maybe if there is a place for me, I don’t live up to it.”

Cassian squeezed his eyes shut and forced his emotions to a more placid level. The pain in her voice was unmistakable, and nothing hurt worse than her pain. Nesta’s pain. He’d take an ash arrow to the chest ten times over.

“That’s not possible,” Cassian insisted, and he meant it.

Cynane was years ahead of many of her Male counterparts in training, and she had been born with the mind of a strategist. He knew it in her earliest years of life when she managed to delay bedtime for months before he and Nesta caught on that it was no accident.

She heaved a breath. “Well, even Nyx doesn’t take me seriously if he can’t be bothered to consider my opinion. My mother literally wields death, for the Cauldron’s sake. Half the Illyrians I train with either hate that I have siphons or think they’re all for show.”

Cassian suppressed a growl, quite skillfully in his opinion, and focused on the lilt of her voice as she continued. “The Males look at me like I’m a joke if I lose to them in training, but if I win, their ego is bruised. That, and they make it a point to talk about how I should be winning more often ‘considering who my dad is.’ No matter what, I’m too much, or I’m not enough.”

If his chest had tightened before, it was nothing in comparison to how he felt hearing her words. Cassian had made it his life’s mission to ensure others found him worthy of his rank, that he was more than some bastard that they left in a field to die. He had pushed himself to every limit, willingly entered the thick of battle to prove himself a worthy leader. In hindsight, the naysayers hadn’t been eradicated by his actions, anyway. Now, that legacy he fought so hard to establish caused more issue for his daughter than it helped.

No one had prepared him for such a particular phase in parenthood.

“And then today, when I pushed our training session, all I did was make things worse. You knew I couldn’t win, and I should have listened to you when you tried to call it. Losing to you— yet again— proved them all right, you know?”

Cassian nudged her cheek away from his shoulder and folded one of his legs in to face her. “No, I don’t know. You’re way too hard on yourself. You haven’t even made your 21st year.”

Cynane shrugged and opened her mouth to respond, but Cassian silenced her with a lifted hand.

“I didn’t call our session because I don’t think you’re capable. If that was the case, I would go easy on you.” She growled at the implication. He suppressed a smile in order to carry on. “I give you my all in training because you’re further along than even I was at your age, and I know there will come a day when you best me. When that happens, it will be because you’ve surpassed me, not because I’ve favored you.”

Her eyes glassed over, and Cassian made a mental note to tell Nesta she had to handle the next tearful conversation with their daughter. He’d met his quota, and his heart couldn’t take much more.

“Okay,” she rasped, nodding her head as if to convince herself that he told the truth. Then, with a mischievous smile, she added, “Better than you, huh?”

Cassian laughed, shaking his head in mock exasperation. “I should have never told you that.”

“I’m glad you did.”

Her piercing blue eyes lifted to meet his own. They were creased slightly at each corner, and that small hint of a smile eased some of the tension from his shoulders. Cassian stood from the ground and offered his hand to the pride of his life.

“Come on.” he ordered, stretching his scarred wings. “I’ll race you back.”

Cynane quirked a brow. The way her wings flitted behind her told him she was going to accept his challenge before she said a word.

“You sure you want to do that?”

Cassian bit his cheek at the clear taunt. Cynane was fast, and it was possible she could very well beat him in a short burst. The flight home was longer though, and Cassian wasn’t above using a shortcut or two that he knew from his many laps around Velaris over the years.

He smiled at her, broad and unrestrained. “Of course, Little Wing,” he drawled, allowing himself an internal celebration when she scowled at the nickname she’d rejected for some time. “Unless you’re not up for it.”

He made two steps toward the cliff until, “You know,” she said, the drip of her voice identical to his own. “I don’t know why you still call me that. Mine outgrew yours years ago.”

Cassian rounded on her and grabbed her in a loose headlock. She shoved him away with a laugh and flexed her wings broadly behind her, tilting her head to assess the wind. He turned away and made his way toward the cliff once more.

“The longer it takes me to get you back, the more likely your mother is to kill me.” He beat his wings, his toes poised at the very edge of the rock. Before he could take off, Cynane’s voice froze him in place.

“I don’t think she could.”

Cassian preened internally, yet he allowed a glance over his shoulder and a smirk to tug at the corner of his mouth. His daughter had faith in him, and that was all well and good, but he wondered how Nesta would respond.

In the spirit of self-preservation, he said, “Appreciate it, kid, but it’s no contest.”

“Oh, I didn’t mean it that way. I’m sure she could.”

Cassian bared his teeth in a half-hearted snarl. From revered to humbled in no time flat with Cynane, he thought.

“But she won’t,” she murmured, her footsteps approaching from behind. “She loves you too much.”

His throat tightened, and as casually as possible, he turned toward the horizon in his own assessment of the wind. Cynane’s footsteps picked up speed and intensity, and she playfully knocked Cassian’s shoulder with hers as she launched herself over the cliff’s edge.

He laughed freely, watching her barrel roll through the sky and circle back to hover a few feet in front of him. The change in tone and the mirth etched into her features were welcome shifts from the heavier atmosphere of before. Cynane lowered her brows in dry challenge.

“Try to keep up,” she taunted.

Cassian smiled and turned around, throwing himself backward into free fall before his wings flared wide and caught the wind. He flexed them a few times to warm them up and made his way toward his daughter’s waiting form above.

“I’ll be sure to let your mom know you’re on your way,” he replied, angling into a sharp turn in the House’s general direction.

An incredulous shout echoed through the valley.

Served her right, he thought.

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Apparently, Cassian had forgotten that he’d shown Cynane many of the shortcuts he knew through their particular mountain range. They emerged on either side of the rooftop, her feet touching down mere seconds before his own.

His chest heaved with the effort of catching his breath. His 700-plus years were showing, and he wasn’t as good at hiding it as he would have liked. When he glanced toward Cynane, he realized he wasn’t the only one who had pushed beyond their limits if her own panting was any indication.

A book snapped shut nearby, and they whirled around to see Nesta walking toward them. She’d lowered herself to a training mat, her back against the wall, while she waited for them to return. Her face was neutral enough, and Cassian took it as a good sign that she poured each of them a glass of water from the pitcher nearby.

“I assume the two of you worked through things,” she said, her tone apprehensive.

Cassian leaned his elbow heavily on Cynane’s shoulder, ignoring her growl of irritation. “Never been better, really.”

He turned a smile toward Cynane, but the look in her eye was trouble. He’d know it a mile away considering it usually took residence on his own face.

“Yeah,” she agreed, pausing to take a long pull of water. “Dad explained that the only reason he pushed me so much was because you thought he was babying me.” She crossed her arms over her chest and offered an amused grin toward her mother. “But I understand that you want what’s best for me, so no hard feelings.”

Nesta’s eyes were more silver than blue when they snapped in Cassian’s direction. He muttered a low curse at his daughter’s betrayal and dropped his arm from her shoulder.

“Your kid is full of shit,” he joked, and Cynane’s features lifted into a broad smile. “But we did talk, and we’re okay, Nes. Promise.”

Her face softened, and she moved forward to wrap her arms tightly around Cynane’s waist. She returned the hug immediately and dipped her head to place a kiss to her mother’s temple.

“I know you needed space, but don’t leave it so open-ended when you’re upset,” Nesta asked, her voice even, yet soft. “We’ll always give you what you need, just let us know where we can find you if something were to happen.”

“Okay, fair enough.”

They released each other, and the look of exhaustion on Nesta’s face was too much for Cassian to bear after such a heavy morning. He tugged her against his chest, earning a deep sigh from Cynane.

“That’s my cue,” she began, walking toward the door. “I’ll make us some lunch since I worried you.”

“The House can provide lunch if you want to rest a little, maybe take some time to yourself,” Nesta offered.

“Nah, it’s okay. I’m in the mood for Dad’s Illyrian stew. I’m going to whip some of that up.”

“Remember,” Cassian called to her retreating form, “don’t cook it too fast or—”

“The vegetables will be soggy, and the meat will be tough,” Cynane finished. She looked over her shoulder to make eye contact with Cassian over Nesta’s head. “I’ve got it.”

He heard the double meeting, and his pride in his daughter’s resilience threatened to devour him whole.

“I know.”

With a small smile, she disappeared inside. He and Nesta clung to one another for a few seconds of contented silence until it was time to give credit where it was due.

“You were right to make me go after her,” he admitted, pulling back to look into her face. “She needed to talk it out.”

Nesta blinked up at him and traced his jaw with her fingers, lifting onto her tip toes to press a kiss to his lips. “She needed her dad.”

Cassian’s throat bobbed. When his eyes fluttered open, Nesta’s raw admiration hit him square in the chest, just below the spot where she’d traced his siphon earlier on. “Yeah, I think she did.”

He kissed her again, firmer that time but nothing more than seeking comfort in their intimacy. Everything settled, down to the ever-present buzz beneath his skin, with Nesta’s strong and steady presence.

Pulling away, he asked, “Unrelated, but could you find out who Cynane has been sparring with these last couple of weeks?”

Her glare was a clearer warning than anything she could have said. “Unrelated, sure.”

“Only slightly,” he lied, not bothering to cover it well, either. “She mentioned some struggle so I thought maybe I could give her some pointers for next time.”

“Or, you know, maybe select them at random for a training demonstration?”

Cassian laughed, kissing her again. “If you think it’s a good idea, sure.”

She scowled up at him. “You know I don’t. Cynane would kill you.”

He pulled the late morning air into his lungs and let it out in one long whoosh. “Yeah,” he admitted, albeit begrudgingly. “I’ll leave it.”

Nesta released him, and he missed her warmth immediately. Sliding her hand into his, their calluses from years of training skimming over the other’s, he felt a sense of belonging he would never take for granted as long as the Mother allowed him time in their universe. He tugged on her hand to spin her around and wrapped his arm tightly around her waist. Nesta gripped his shoulders for stability and pressed tightly to his chest.

“I love you,” he murmured against the skin of her neck, taking delight in how she shivered against him.

“Love you more.”

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Shout-out to @bookstantrash for letting me use Cynane (kee-nah-nay) as their daughter's name in this fic. She wrote me a beautiful one-shot (Bilingual Family) as a Secret Santa gift last year, and I absolutely loved it. It seemed fitting to use the name here!

Here's a copy of the name's origin, listed on her post— "Cynane was the daughter of the Illyrian Princess Audata and King Philip II of Macedon, making her the half-sister of Alexander the Great. Following the Illyrian tradition of women as warriors, her mother raised her in the martial arts, also teaching her how to hunt, track, ride, and fight better than any men. She was also raised with the belief that she was equal of any man. Before she was 20yo, Cynane was well known for these skills and became famous for her courage and brilliance in battle."

Thanks again to my incredibly sweet friend for letting me use it! Love you, Babi ❤️

#nessian #nessian fanfiction #nesta x cassian #acotar fanfic #acosf #nessian week 2022 #nessian week day 1 #nessian fluff #death dance #200 years later #twsd fics #twsd writes

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miscelunaaa · 2 years

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hi.

It is I, once again yeeting something into the void and logging out.

I've talked about it before, but I have a 66k chaptered wip that’s been hanging over my head for months. I finally just decided to say fuck it and start posting it instead of continuing to stew over its myriad imperfections that I am too chickenshit to fix. I’m just ready to have it out of my hair at this point, as much as I love the characters and the basic premise. So it’s happening. Woo.

For now, this will only be posted on AO3. There’s like nineteen chapters so strap in kids, we’re in it for the long haul. Once I am officially back from my hiatus, I’ll make a little post with the link and my crappy banner that I still kind of love and put it on my masterlist blah blah blah.

I hope y’all have been doing well the past few weeks! I’d like to say I've been doing a ton of writing but uh ... that’s not really the case. Burn out is real. To my chagrin, so is imposter syndrome. I’m really thankful for the patient friends I've made in this community, and I'm really grateful for all the support I've received and continue to receive. The internet’s super kind of shitty a lot of the time, but the corner y’all have allowed me to inhabit isn’t so bad.

Anyway ...

You can read chapter one of Sacrificial here on AO3. It’s the fic that started it all. It’s also like 50% unbridled Beefy Namjoon Thirst so uh ... once it gets going, it really gets going ☠️ gird your loins.

Feel free to leave a comment there or pop me an ask here (which I will answer in August) if you have any questions :)

#updates from the void #fic:sacrificial

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dailyfanfix · 2 years

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Fic Rec VI: Assorodus

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Thoughts on Chapter 1 (spoilers)

I think chapter 1 starts out strong. It immediately shows you who or what the Reader might be, which hooked me into the story. It started out differently than most of the fics I’ve read.

There are also things that point to the reader having history with Morpheus, which I liked because build-up is always good, especially when it’s a slow burn. Later on you get to look back on those and think “Oh, so that’s what it’s about!” And I always like that feeling.

There’s a lot of celestial activity in the story and regarding the Reader, and obviously we don’t know what that’s about just yet, but I do feel that it’s maybe a crucial part of the story, so I’m paying attention every time there’s some mysterious force that’s commanding Reader about something. (Reader is very focused on her job, so whatever that something is, it scares—but also excites hehe—me that it might lead to angst.)

I personally think that line is good, especially with the context that later on, the Reader will endure the scorching pain for Morpheus’ sake. Gets you a look into just how much Reader cares for Morpheus, and makes you wonder even more what kind of relationship they really have.

Although I will say, Morpheus is more emotional here than in other fics, which I personally don’t mind. Because it looks to me that that’s how the author intended it to be, and because of the dynamic between Morpheus and the Reader, it makes sense for the story.

In the dynamic, it seems that the reader is the more protective one and Morpheus is like, the soft, teary-eyed bean that he is. But again, it makes sense because of who the reader is. I won;t say what she is though because that would be a major spoiler, you’d have to read the story for yourself if you want to know XP.

Like I said, the plot is very interesting, and I encourage y’all to read it and give PagieCake some support! (Because they deserve it and I really want to know what happens next—)

Writing-wise, I think it’s more tell-y than showy, but that’s not a bad thing. Just means the pacing is a little faster (for me, at least), especially at the beginning. It slows down the more you read though, it’s mostly the first chapter that’s fast because it’s introducing the Reader’s character. The Reader's character is also very complicated because of what she is, so to dwell too long on that is gonna take a lot of words so I get why it’s a little faster than the rest of the story’s pacing.

The paragraphs are also long (not all the time, though), which isn’t rare for fics and books. I’m only mentioning it to let y’all know. Because I’m dyslexic, bulky paragraphs are a little harder to read. Author, don’t take this as me telling you to shorten your paragraphs, that’s not why I’m saying this. Go write however your heart desires! I’m just here to give people a heads up, it doesn’t affect the story at all!

I saw in the ao3 comments that this is the author’s second language, and lemme tell you, for someone who’s writing in their second language, this fic is written very well! English is my second language, too. This style of writing is quite hard to achieve when you’re not using your first language, so more kudos to the author! English is a b*tch to learn XD.

The dialogue is good too! The first chapter’s dialogue stands out to me because you get a glimpse of Morpheus and Reader's history. It’s obvious they care for each other, but are holding back, yk?

My heart melted at the thought that the Reader stayed with him in that basement. Especially when both of them know nothing can be done to get him out because Reader would get hurt in the process. Anyway, I’ll wrap this up so the review isn’t too long. But overall, the plot is very interesting as I’ve said before, and the story gets better and better as the chapter progresses. Go check out Assorodus!

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flowerslut · 1 year

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I'm sooooo excited for one fell swoop!!! i loved loved loved the snippets! do you already know when you are going to post it?? also, could you give us a context about the story?

if you have more snippets i wouldn't complain yk

ahhhh! this makes me so excited! I'm also sosososo excited to finish and edit and share it!!! I always laugh thinking about this post where I shared pieces of the old draft for it (scroll to the bottom to read it on the reblog) and this specific thing I said back in 2019 makes me laugh:

it might not be for another decade but a girl would like to return to this idea! maybe!!! she’d have to rewrite the #yikesheavy one-shot first. but like. you never know..... i’ll hit y’all up again when i’m in my 30s.

well jokes on me because I turned 30 this year and have 70k of the first draft written now lmfao. #yikesheavy one-shot included. I have NO clue when I'll be posting it but not a single piece of it is going up on Ao3 or FF until the entire thing is finished and polished to perfection baby!!!! I will eventually post the first chapter of it on tumblr exclusively sometime in the next several months (yes even before I finish) but not until I throw a few more tens of thousands of words onto the 1st draft first 🤪🤪🤪

[context + a special lil treat under the cut! 😌]

I summarize the gist of the story fairly well in this answered ask from october, so it's just as I explain it there.

when the story starts we meet jasper, a 21-year-old freshly-relapsed addict who is sprinting towards rock bottom. this girl, alice, quite literally stumbles onto the scene. she's a rude little amnesiac and the most well-off homeless girl jasper's ever met (not that he has a lot to go off of). very quickly jasper finds himself stuck trying to keep this damn girl from getting herself killed while he barely wants to be alive himself. it oozes codependence! unhealthy relationships! and they make just! about! every! bad decision you can make in their positions! it's great honestly. they're having a horrible time but I'm having a fantastic time writing it and it's pretty much a super-long rewrite of the first twilight fic I ever wrote back in high school! 🤩

if we're lucky I'll be able to split my time between writing this fic and writing roots and hopefully at least one of them will be done and ready for posting by summertime!! no promises, but fingers crossed! 🤞🤞🤞

anyways here's a tiny snippet from chapter 8 since this ask just got me soooo excited to get some writing done this winter!!! enjoy!!!

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It was as he was rearranging Alice’s clothes on his arm when someone smacked him on the back of the shoulder. He stepped forward, dropping the clothes to the ground and ducking. Spinning quickly, he pulled his fists closer to his face, readying himself.

“Relax, fuck!” A man stood a few feet away, hands lifted in front of him in surrender. “I didn’t even hit you that hard.”

“Peter,” Jasper gasped, shocked to see his friend. “What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing, motherfucker,” usually Peter’s tone was good-natured but today it held a hint of ice. “You’ve been ignoring my calls all week.”

“My phone’s been off.” He glared, straightening himself back up. He felt a little embarrassed at reacting so severely to a clap on the back, but since getting back into town a few nights ago, he’d been especially anxious. “What are you doing here?”

“I saw your car outside. Why are you in Kohls? And,” he glanced around Jasper, his jaw going slightly slack. “Are those women’s clothes?”

“I’m shopping with a friend,” Jasper growled, turning his back to the white-blonde man and picking the clothes back up. “What do you want?”

“Just checking up on you, God,” he defended irritably. “You fell off the face of the fucking planet when you got fired from Paul’s. Forgive me for fearing the worst.”

Jasper glared down at the pile of clothes as he shuffled them back onto his arm. He hated that Peter—the only person who really knew him—would apparently just know how he’d react to news like that.

“I’m fine.” He lied.

“Then why’d Charlotte see you pulled into Maria’s driveway last Friday?”

Fuck.

“I thought you weren’t in contact with her anymore,” Peter accused, his voice low.

Jasper understood the man’s anger. Being caught seeing her again was a shameful thing. And knowing that Peter knew about it made him feel worse. The self-hatred that fell over him in that moment was almost suffocating.

“Those aren’t for her are they?” Peter asked, voice still hard as he stared at the clothes Jasper held.

He turned back around and shook his head. There was nothing more he could really say. He was embarrassed. “Are you going to lecture me?” He asked, finally looking his only real friend in the eye.

“Depends,” he folded his arms. “How high are you right now.”

“I’m not,” he muttered. He wasn’t going to admit the fact that he wished he were, because that was a given.

#one fell swoop

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miranimeaeclipse · 2 years

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¡Hola! Bonjour! Hello in Russian!

Dang, it’s been a good minute since I posted something madrigalcest related. I guess it was because of something someone said it really got to me so I stopped posting for a while. But then I realized, Hey! I don’t give a shit what other people think! Only the ones that aren’t dickheads!

Speaking of, have you guys seen the trailer for The Umbrella Academy S3?! AHHHHH Im so excited, I can’t wait! The only thing that’s ruining it for me is the Fiveya/Fiktor gc that I’m in on Instagram. God, if only you guys knew the things they said on there. They’re starting to give me a migraine.

ANYWAY, enough of that. So I come to you with another madrigalcest ship post. Guess which ship it is! Nope, I’ll just tell you.

Give it up for ISALORES Y’ALL!!!!!! *cue applause*

I was going to do a different ship at first because I already made a ship post with Isabela in it. But this one is dedicated to a new friend of mine who told me they ship Isalores. But I’m not going to tell you who it is because they’re not comfortable coming out about it yet.

So, I found some A M A Z I N G Isalores fanart on Pinterest because I can’t draw for shit. I couldn’t draw to save my own life. Unfortunately, my parents don’t have that gene so I didn’t get it either. So all I can do is find content for you. IF of course, the artists are ok with it.

Poor Mariano😂 but to be honest, I don’t ship him with Dolores anyway. I was reading this CamiMira fanfic on Ao3 and it had the Luisa x Mariano ship and I’ve been in love with it ever since. Too bad I can’t find any content on it, boo hoo😞 BUT MOVING ON….

The animators knew what they were doing. They knew what we wanted and they gave it to us! THANK YOU ANIMATORS!

Is anybody else imagining 1 of these 2 things right now? 1) Isabela seductively putting a flower in Dolores’s hair? Or 2) Dolores laying in Isabelas lap while Isabela makes her a flower crown?

Ooh modern style, nice. Personally, I don’t like mixing modern reality with whatever fandom I’m in. But I’m really loving the modern Encanto art. Not to mention, modern Isabela is HOT🔥🔥🔥

Is it too much to ask to see our favorite ships dancing together? This is with any fandom. I already got my wish with Harry Potter, somewhat TUA, and Gakuen Alice but not with any other fandom. BOOOOO! Now I’m gonna sit here and pout about it.

Or not ‘cause I gotta finish this. So NONE of these belong to me, just making that 1000% clear. I have no idea who the artists are because Pinterest is never accurate. Unless those initials at the bottom of the fourth picture mean something. If that’s the artist, then it belongs to MNM.

Y’know now that I think about it, I wish I could find more than just art. Like TikTok videos, YouTube shorts, etc. but we all know both of those platforms are pretty toxic. TikTok being the MOST toxic out of all the social media platforms.

UGH! Humans suck, am I right? Of course I am. Good thing I’m an alien from the planet Netflix. You wouldn’t know about it because it’s in the Pizza galaxy. WHY DID I EVER COME TO THIS PLANET?!

Anyway, I gotta get some sleep because I have to work in the morning😫😫😫😫 Good Night!

#madrigalcest #proship #proshipper #antis dni #no antis #isalores #isabela x dolores #I’m not going to tag TUA S3 #because I don’t want to risk antis finding this #even if they’re not apart of this fandom

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anjanahalo · 1 year

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OK So that took off

So y’all are interested in stuff I like on AO3. That’s fine. I’d’ve liked a guide of good stuff before I started digging through the archives. I suppose it’s time to pass that on. However, I know sometimes I enjoy less than G rated topics, so we’ll go one at a time to ensure I don’t step on toes. If something I suggest upsets you, all I can suggest is either A)Keep reading and see or B) stop reading and care for yourself. In those instances, shoot me a message and I’ll work to summarize for you.

https://archiveofourown.org/users/BurnerAccount

number one is Burneraccount’s stuff aka @tswwwit. If you need a guide, I suggest either Faking it or This Male Has Overslept as a starter. Faking It : Dipper is sick of being the lone magic user of Gravity Falls without a familiar, so he invents a spell to make a fake one. The issue is the spell fails successfully. He gains a real familiar, but it’s one that is not only extra illegal to summon to the human world, it wants to kill him, too! features consensual adult scenes, some gore, minor character death, Post-Not what he seems, Billdip This Male Has Overslept: Definitely smut, but it has a series leading into more. An adventurer became friends with a giant naga, and doesn’t understand why it isn’t waking during spring. He finds out quickly, but he’s not disappointed! features consensual adult scenes, “in season” mating

As an extra cause of Halloween, here’s the spooky one, too

Raised Spirits: Dipper would DIE to see a real ghost, but none of his ghost hunting ventures have been fruitful. What will he do, though, once one finally yields a specter beyond the usual phantasmagorical fiend? One that wants him to stay forever? Features adult consensual scenes, spooky scenes, Billdip Anyway, there are three specific ones to keep you entertained if you haven’t read them. The next fic I plan is another “Oh, hey, it makes sense for Billdip to happen” fic, which is a weirdly niche genre.

Next list below

#a03 #a03 fic #a03 fanfic #billdip #fave fanfics #list #Utecr's list #familiar au

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musings-of-a-rose · 2 years

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Meet the Millers - Chapter 8

Pairing: Joel Miller x Benny Miller x Will Miller x f!reader

Word Count: 4100+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Bear in mind the pairing of this fic along with the fact it’s set in a post-apocalyptic setting, so there will be themes and elements fitting the setting. Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story.

Notes: I hit 200 followers and wanted to give y’all a little something so I did a poll and let you pick what one shot I write next. This is what y’all picked! I hope I can deliver. I started this out as a one shot and it MAJORLY got away from me, so now it’s a mini series. Thank you so much for following me and reading my ramblings! Also a shoutout to @astoryisaloveaffair for helping me figure out how things work and being an amazing sounding board, @icanbeyourjedi for helping me to settle on a filter for this moodboard, and @theewokingdead for being delightfully appalled at how many words this one shot has turned into and cheering me on with memes and gifs.

This is set loosely in The Last of Us universe. I’ve only played a bit of the game and watched others play (and the show isn’t out yet), so please forgive any inaccuracies. Also it’s a post-apocalyptic world so I’m taking a bunch of liberties here. Because fan fiction.

Ages at the time of this story (so you don’t have to do math):

Reader: 28

Benny: 35

Will: 38

Joel: 50

*Reader is ethnicity inclusive despite stock photo bias

**If you want to be added to the taglist, join here or let me know!

<<Chapter 7

Santi’s daughter, Leila, makes a full recovery, her fever breaking just after the second cup of tea. His wife hadn’t left Leila’s side since she got sick, but as Leila gained her strength back, his wife pulled you into a big hug, tears running down her face as she thanked you for everything.

“Joel was right - you are an angel.”

A couple of days later, you’re lacing up your boots to head home, your heart desperately needing your boys. All…3? You’re not sure what’s happening with Joel, but you want to see them anyway. Santi walks you to the door as his wife reads Leila a book in her bedroom.

“Ghost, I- I can’t thank you enough for this. I tried everything I could and she…she could’ve…” you see tears starting to slowly fall from his eyes and you pull him in, hugging him tightly as he cries into your shoulder.

“You’re a great dad, Santi. I can see it.”

He pulls back from you, wiping his eyes on his sleeve. “Thank you, hermosa. I- thank you. You’ll be ok walking home? Weren’t you supposed to wait for Joel?”

“I’ll be fine.”

Santi opens the door and you hear a southern drawl meet you.

“I thought I told you I was goin’ to escort you.” Joel was standing with one hip cocked, both hands on his hips.

“Well I couldn’t wait around for you all day. The Garcia’s need their home back.”

“You’re welcome back any time, hermosa. We mean it. Anything you need, we’re here.”

“Thanks, Santi.” You give him one last quick hug before turning to follow Joel. He leads you to your home and you groan as you push the key in the lock to open the door.

“Everythin’ alright?” Joel follows you in as you shut the door behind you.

“Yeah I just…I’m just gonna grab some clothes real quick and shower at your place. My hot water is virtually non-existent here and will take forever to heat up.”

Joel nods and walks around your living space, looking at everything you have out. You’re not sure why you’re nervous, something about the man seeing your things feels…personal. Like you would be judged. You shrug it off and head to your room, gathering up some clothes and such that you’ll need. You’re about to tell Joel it’s time to go when you yell.

“Shit!”

Slapping your forehead, you rush to your kitchen and Joel joins you, concern deep on his face.

“What is it, angel?”

“I forgot to leave out food for Pockets!” You grab up any food you can find and stuff it in another bag, seeing the questioning look on Joel’s face.

“It’s for the raccoon in the alley. I…named him Pockets.”

He simply nods, as if he wasn’t surprised, and you walk past him, grabbing your backpack and bow as you both head out the front door. Stopping in the alley briefly to leave the food in Pocket’s normal spot, you follow Joel back to the Miller home. He explains that Will is off in another sector overseeing some backend reports and Benny has another day of training.

Entering their home, you feel all of the tension of the last week leave your body. You audibly sigh, setting down your bow and your bag, looking around for a moment as if you’d forgotten what the place looked like.

“I’m going to shower,” you tell Joel as you grab your backpack, heading down the hallway to the guest bathroom.

“When you get out, I’ll make us some lunch.”

“Sounds good!”

Closing the door behind you, you quickly shed the clothes that you’d been wearing since you left, tossing them in a pile to wash later. The shower springs to life and warms up within a minute, and you get in, audibly moaning as the hot water hits your bare skin. Taking your time to wash, you watch as the dirt from your skin and hair mixes with the water, swirling down the drain in quick circles. Once you’re clean, you stand there for a few more minutes, enjoying the way your muscles relax under the heat and water. Once you start to feel the water get slightly cooler, you know it’s time to get out. You want the hot water to heat back up in time for Will and Benny to shower later.

Stepping out, you towel yourself off, brushing your teeth just to get the stale taste out. You pull on a tank top and shorts, knowing you’ll probably get cold later tonight but not really caring at the moment. Making your hair presentable, you leave the bathroom and head into the kitchen, moving around to make some lunch.

“I thought I said I’d make lunch.” Joel is leaning against the door frame, his arms crossed as you continue to make some sandwiches.

“I don’t mind. Really. Gives me something to do.”

He doesn’t move but instead gives in to your idle chatter, telling him all about Pockets and when you first got to Boston. Both of you stand in the kitchen, eating your lunch and chatting, making the whole thing seem very domestic. Joel cracks a joke at something just as you were taking a drink and you sputter, coughing as you half choke half laugh at what he said. You grab a rag and dry yourself off as best you can, turning to look at Joel.

“You missed a spot, angel.”

You swipe the rag across your chest and raise your eyebrows at him.

“No, it's higher.”

You swipe the rag higher up, but Joel shakes his head chuckling.

“Nope.”

“Come on, Joel! Is there something even there?” You furiously try to dab at your skin.

In 2 steps Joel is in front of you, lightly grabbing your chin and tilting your head up to expose your neck. He swipes his thumb across the underside of your chin, down the side of your neck, gathering up the water you missed. His thumb crosses over the mostly faded bruise marks around your neck from where the man had tried to choke the life out of you. He gently grazes the skin there, turning your head to the other side to check on the bruising there. Both of his hands are on your neck now, fingers wrapped around the back of your head, and his thumbs have moved to the underside of your jaw, gently tracing the line of it. Your heart races as he caresses your skin, every touch leaving a burning sensation that spreads over your body. When his eyes finally find yours, you recognize that look from before - dark and full of desire. He moves his head down and you close your eyes, but his lips don’t find yours. Instead, he rests his forehead on yours.

“I’m so much older than you, angel.” You can feel his warm breath on your face, feeling how they have become deeper, as if trying to contain himself.

“I don’t care.”

“22 years.”

“That just means you have more…experience..s…”

“Don’t tempt me.”

“Don’t tempt you? When you t-touch me l-like this? I feel like-” you let out a breath as Joel moves to the side of your neck, his Romanesque nose gently tracing a path down and you hear him inhaling your scent. Your hands come up and slowly cup his face, pulling him up to meet your gaze, pouring all of your desire for him into your eyes. He moves his head down slowly, his lips just barely touching yours in the softest kiss you’ve ever received. He pulls back and takes a few breaths, staring into your eyes.

And then the restraint snaps.

He surges forward, pulling you to him and licking at your lips, begging for entry. You part your lips and he pushes in, your tongues dancing around each other as he glides his across your bottom teeth. Your hands slide around to the back of his head, winding into the curls that you’ve been dying to touch since you met him, and you give a small tug. Joel moans into your mouth and grabs your hips, pushing you into the counter as he squeezes your skin. His hands start to travel up and down your body, tracing your curves and lines before he finds the bottom of your shirt and tugs it up. You break the kiss to toss it off and Joel moves to undo your bra in one swift motion and you toss it in the same general direction as your shirt. He looks down at your chest and his tongue darts across his bottom lip as he bends down, lifting a boob and running his nose along it. He finally takes one into his mouth and sucks gently, swiping his tongue over your nipple as he takes the other boob in his hand, slowly and gently rolling that nipple between his fingers.

“Oh fuck,” you whine out at his touch.

Your hands grip his biceps, trying to find purchase as he continues to suck and bite at your boobs, switching from one to the other. He slowly kisses up your chest and neck, his lips finding yours again and you throw your arms around his neck, pulling him to you as you toss your leg over his hip as you deepen the kiss. After a few moments, your arms trace down his body, feeling just how broad his shoulders are as you finally find the bottom of his shirt. You grip it and start to inch it up but a firm grasp on your wrist stops you as Joel pulls back from the kiss.

“I’m not as..fit as my brothers, angel.”

“I couldn’t give any less fucks, Joel. I want to feel your skin on mine.” You try and lift it again but he squeezes your wrist.

“Angel, I-” and you see the embarrassment in his features. “-I’m just so much older.”

You push him back slightly and for a moment, he looks hurt. Until you drop to your knees, gently pulling the bottom of his shirt out. You look up at him with big doe eyes as you move closer, making sure to use his shirt to cover your eyes as your lips find the bare skin of his stomach. You place a few kisses and hear his breathing hitch as you swirl your tongue around his happy trail. You slide your hands inside his shirt, gently caressing his sides as you continue to kiss and lick his lower stomach.

“I feel nothing that I don’t want to see Joel.” You drop his shirt and stand back up, his eyes nearly black with lust.

“I like you, Joel. I want all of you. But if you’re not ready, that’s ok too. I-” you’re cut off by the sudden motion of Joel all but ripping the shirt from his body, throwing it aside and watching your face as you scan down his exposed chest.

“You’re beautiful, Joel.”

His tanned skin stretches across broad shoulders and down to a slimmer waistline. He has some chest hair that picks back up under his bellybutton, curling down into his pants. Your eyes roam over his skin, noticing all of the scars and marks from his hard life and over the swell of a tiny tummy. You reach out and drag your nails across his chest, feeling him growl under your hands as he kisses you hard, pulling you to him so your skin makes contact. He’s warm and soft, your nipples hardening as his skin grazes them. He grips your hips and starts to walk you backwards towards his room, pausing once to scan your face for consent, which you give him by pulling on his pants towards the room.

Joel’s room is the biggest in the home - king sized bed with an en suite bathroom. It’s not heavily decorated, a picture of him with his brothers on the dresser in a basic frame and a painting of a farm hanging on the wall. Joel closes the door and walks back over to you, pulling your face to him to kiss you. His hands roam down to find your shorts and he slides them down and they drop to the floor with your panties and you kick them off across the room. Your hands find his pants and you undo the button and zipper, sliding them down his legs as he kicks them off along with his boxers. Both of you step back to take the other in.

“You really are an angel.” Joel says in awe.

You roll your eyes playfully as you hop onto the bed, scooting back and curling your finger to beckon him over. He obliges, climbing onto the bed and hovering over you as you lay down, kissing you deeply before continuing down your neck. He pays some more attention to your boobs, loving the way you shift beneath him as you whine. He continues his path down your body and just before he reaches your core, he pushes your legs open wide. His face hovers over your apex as he stares down at you hungrily. He turns his face, kissing along your inner thigh and sucking a hickey there. He moves towards your core when you find your voice.

“Wha- what are you doing?”

“I’m gonna taste you, angel.”

“What..do you mean?”

Joel’s head pops up as he stares at you, looking for any indication of a joke. Finding none, he looks shocked.

“Has no one ever tasted you before?”

“What does that mean? Tasted?”

“Oh angel. You just lay back and let me show you. I promise I’ll take care of you. Do you trust me?”

You swallow hard but nod. “Of course.”

“Lay back, angel. I’ve got you.”

You lay back on the pillows, feeling very self conscious of Joel’s face between your legs. He starts kissing your inner thighs again, moving around your pubic area. You feel heat rising in your core as he runs his nose through your curls. He continues this for a little bit and you feel the tension inside you building. You’re not sure what he means by “taste” because all he’s done so far is-

Oh.

Joel flattens his tongue and licks up you from entrance to clit, swirling his tongue around your bundle of nerves.

“Oh shit!” you cry out, your body slamming your legs together and knocking into Joel’s head. He chuckles and you feel it vibrating through you, crying out again as he grabs both of your legs and pushes you wide open. He shoves his broad shoulders a little further between your legs, using them to hold you open. Propping yourself up just enough to look between your legs, Joel looks at you, his eyes nearly black with lust as he gives you a wink and a smirk, lowering his head back down.

He starts slow, alternating using the tip of his tongue and flattening it as he licks you up and down, surprising you when he randomly circles your clit. He traces your entrance and you moan as he glides away from it, moving back up to tap at your bundle of nerves. He slides back down but this time, his tongue pushes inside you as he fucks you with it.

“Fucking hell, Joel,” you whine out, you hands moving to grip the back of his head.

You tug the hair you find and he growls, vibrating your entire center and you gasp at the sensations. He pulls his tongue out and slides his nose up your seam, following it with his tongue. He arrives at your clit and caresses it with his tongue, bringing his hand up to swirl a finger around your entrance. He gathers up enough of your arousal to gently and easily slide into you and your head flies back, mouth open in a silent O as he pulls out and adds a second finger.

He slowly slides his fingers in and out as he circles your bundle of nerves with his tongue, caressing it now and again with his nose. Sliding them in once more, he curls his fingers and taps on a soft spot inside you that has you crying out, pulling his hair tighter.

“I got you, angel. Just feel me.”

Joel starts to scissor his fingers, tapping that spot repeatedly while paying extra attention to your sensitive clit, and you get lost in the feeling of it all - simultaneously not enough and way too much stimulation, you feel the heat in your belly raging, shoving you towards the edge. A few more gentle taps from Joel has you seeing stars, screaming his name while you tense with the power of your orgasm, holding him to you as he continues, guiding you through your release. Once the waves of pleasure start to subside, you loosen your grip on Joel and he pushes up to crawl over you, watching your face as his own glistens with your arousal.

“How you feelin’, angel?” His fingers brush some hair aside from your face as he stares down at you.

You don’t answer right away, savoring the lingering effects of your orgasm. Joel chuckles knowingly and leans down to kiss you gently. You find your voice when he breaks the kiss.

“How did…what…how do you know how to do…that?”

“Well angel, like I said - I’m so much older than you. Got some experiences that others wouldn’t.”

“That’s for fuck sure. That was…I’ve never…fuck.”

You feel his erection press against your opening, but he makes no move to thrust into you, choosing to study your face instead.

“We don’t have to do anythin’ else if you don’t want to, angel.”

Your face gets serious at this. “I want to…do you?”

“No man can resist the desire of a beautiful woman, especially one he cares about. But I don’t want you to feel like you owe me anythin’.”

Thinking that he sounds exactly like his brother, but opting to keep that to yourself, you place your hands on either side of his face, making sure he’s looking at you when you speak.

“You care for me?”

Joel takes a deep breath. “I haven’t been familiar with this feeling in quite some time, but..you’ve dug your way into my head. I can see why they didn’t want to let you go.”

You rub your thumbs over his cheeks and smile. “I care for you too, Joel.”

Smiling at each other, you trace his patchy facial hair with your thumbs.

“Not to sound overly dramatic, Joel. But if you don’t fuck me I will literally die.”

A deep laugh erupts from Joel and you’re joining in, both laughing until tears come out the corners of your eyes.

“Not to sound overly dramatic, huh?” The laughter starts to fade and he leans forward to kiss you, stopping to speak against your lips.

“How can I say no?”

He pushes in as he kisses against your open mouth, now stuck in an O shape as you feel him stretch you. He’s bigger than his brothers and you feel every ridge, every vein, every inch as he makes his way inside you fully. When he finally bottoms out, he moans into your mouth, both of you breathing heavily as he gives you a moment to adjust.

“Shit, angel. You feel..ngh… fuckin’ amazin’.”

Chest heaving, you manage to choke out “You…stretch me so…good.”

Joel groans and pulls out of you to slowly inch back in, moaning the entire way, just feeling you and letting you feel him.

“Please…please..” You need him to move or not move, something, anything. All you know is you want him.

“I don’t want to…ugh…hurt you, angel. Givin’ you a..ngh..moment to….shit…adjust.”

Joel leans down to kiss your neck, lightly sucking and something in you breaks. Shifting your head so you speak into his ear, your voice quiet and filled with desire.

“Rail me, daddy.”

Joel snaps and he bites your shoulder, pulling his hips back to slam into you, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. Little whines escape your throat with every thrust as Joel moves you up the bed. He lets go of your shoulder and moves to your neck, latching on, loving the way your arms wrap around him, nails scraping down his back as you pant out incoherently.

He releases your neck and slides his hand down, gripping your thigh and hooking it above his hip changing the angle, each thrust now causing stars to sprint across your vision. He grabs your wrists next and pins them above your head, moving down to take a nipple in his mouth.

“Fuking hell! Shit!” Your brain turns to mush as all you can feel is Joel, his scent mixing with the smell of sex filling your nose as you hear him whimper and grunt above you. He picks up the pace, thrusting a little harder when he’s fully inside so he hits that spot in the back of you.

“Joel, I’m gonna..” that’s all the warning you have as your orgasm comes crashing into you, wave after wave of pleasure pulsing over you as you chant his name, unable to move as your entire body was pinned by him. Feeling his hips start to sputter as you come down, you know he’s close.

“I can’t wait to feel you fill me up.” You say it with all the lustful innocence you can muster and it works.

Joel cries out, thrusting hard once into you as he comes, spilling himself inside you as he grips your wrists tighter, pushing them deeper into the bed. His hips thrust into you a few more times, each one less intense than the last as he comes down, breathing heavily and collapsing on top of you, releasing your wrists finally. You shake them a little to wake them and then bring them to his head, massaging his scalp as your other hand trails across his back. He shutters once before he fully relaxes into you, groaning at your touch. As you gently scratch his head, you push the hair back from behind his ears and see a tiny M tattoo there, matching his brothers.

You stay like that for several minutes before Joel picks his head up to look at you and you move your hand to trace the bald patches in his beard.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

Smiling, you shake your head. “No way. I loved every minute.”

He nods, looking away from you for a moment. “I haven’t…not in a long time.”

“Really? That was your out of practice? Fuck,” you whisper the last word but you still see a small smile appearing on his face.

“I’m honored you’d choose me, Joel.”

“Choose you? Angel, I was yours the moment you held up that knife to my throat.”

Chuckling, you replay the memory in your mind. “That was an interesting first meet.”

Joel pulls out of you and cleans you up, moving to lay next to you so you can cuddle up against him, hand on his chest and leg tossed over his. A couple minutes pass in silence, caressing each other’s skin.

“So..does this mean I have 3 boyfriends now?”

You feel the rumble from Joel’s chest. “You think you’d be ok with an old man like me?”

“An old man who’s sexy as fuck, has those silver hairs that drive me wild, a patchy beard I adore, who has my back, cares for me, AND fucks me like that? I’d be the dumbest person in creation to turn that down. And Joel?” you turn your head up to meet his eyes. “I’ve always had a thing for older men.”

He pulls you up to give you a kiss as you both fall asleep in each other’s arms, thoroughly spent.

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You wake a couple hours later, watching Joel move about the room getting dressed.

“Going somewhere?”

“I was tryin’ not to wake you, angel. Yeah, I got a meetin’ with some people to help them move some stuff.”

You nod, knowing he can’t tell you everything and you weren’t going to ask. Sitting up, you find your shorts and shirt, pulling them on as Joel sits on the edge of the bed, sliding on his socks. You watch him concentrating on his socks and a wave of some emotion overtakes you. Walking to stand in front of him, he looks up at you as you push hair out of his face. Leaning down to kiss him, you bend and toss your legs over either side of him, straddling him as you throw your arms around his neck and feel his wrap around you. Making out for a few moments, Joel pulls away reluctantly.

“I…have to go, angel.”

“I know. Just…please be safe.”

He meets your eyes and kisses your nose once.

“Always am.”

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Chapter 9>>

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valenhell · 3 years

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From the studio that brought you “I can’t find good Byler fics in the ao3 tag”, comes:

"The Definitive Byler fic rec list"

Literally no one asked for this but because I spent the majority of last year (...and 2019, and 2018...) reading byler fics and coping with life, I thought I’d make a list of some of my absolute favorites.

The other day I was basically starving for some byler fics and the angel @magicalfairy provided me with some of her faves so I thought I’d do the same, because I love reading, and I love all of these fics and I appreciate their writers💗 And fic writers in general, come on!

- This is a mix of long works and one-shots/short stories. - Everything is mostly fluff with a tad of angst and a lot of internalized homophobia conflict. - Every fic is completed, except for the ones I mention that they are not. - I try my best to lay out the stories in a way that I won’t spoil you the plot but also warning you of some stuff you might don’t like. Either way, all of these fics are correctly tagged by their respective authors/owners, so read at your own risk. For better understanding, in between brackets I denote Rating, Words and quantity of Chapters. - I feel like I should clarify, none of these are narrated in the singular first person. None of that “And I told him...”, no.

Long fics

a dream always the same (T, 99k, 35 chapters) What happened in those few weeks between the Battle of Starcourt and the Byers leaving Hawkins. Literally a satisfying and very needed fill in of season three, with a good dose of Mike’s thoughts and conflict. Mike’s characterization is specially amazing in this one. The writing style is amazing and I know the author put everything into making it historically accurate, and it was really sweet. You probably read it, it’s by the amazing sevensided here on Tumblr🧡

Spring Break (T, 120k, 14/15 chapters) The slowburn of my dreams. Lots of internalized conflict and conflict with each other. Conflict within the Party (uhh kind of), conflict with Mike and Will. Byers family has moved and the kids are visiting! Chaos. Characterization is on point. Yeah, I know it’s unfinished, but the fourteenth chapter actually serves as a pretty nice ending.

This is where it starts (M, 148.8k, 24 chapters) Aged up characters. The Party is in college and Will disappears again, but now it’s different. Mike knows he didn’t vanish from thin air, and the discovery he and the Party end up making is pretty insane. Mystery solving/fantasy/third dimension, throw in a bit of D&D and Mike realizing some shit, and you get this marvelous fic. It’s a breath of fresh air. The world building is definitely one of the elements that stands out the most, because it’s very nicely described, it sounds like a dream and it’s completely immersive. Absolute gem of a fic.

there’s a Starman waiting in the sky (M, 30.6k, 8 chapters) Do I need to say anything? Will is out there living his best life and Mike realizes that wow, umm, maybe his best friend looks a bit too nice with that costume... and wait, is he getting horny? It’s actually really fun and sexy.

The Evening Speaks (T, 23k, 7 chapters) In where Mike is a late-night college radio host and Will is the art student that stays up till late to catch up with Wheeler on the Mic. They flirt through songs y’all, this one is really sweet.

heads or tails? (E, 24k, 3 chapters) Aged up characters. I know most people don’t enjoy sex in fics and with specific characters but this one is insanely well written. It’s a slowburn that commits to the tension and with every word you are grasping and anticipating their next move. I think you can find the author here on Tumblr as yousaidyes🧡

The Man of Average (M, 56.7k, 5/? chapters) Aged up characters. No but you don’t understand, the writing here is absolute gourmet. The story is exciting as well, it’s super interesting. Weirdly enough, for being very aged up characters, they are well characterized but they don’t feel like teenagers. They are naturally Mike and Will. The author really captured Mike and Will’s essence. I know, it’s unfinished and it’s updated very rarely, but this is the typical fic you can’t believe someone just posted on the internet for free. I will say though, I think it’s definitely not for everyone. Read at your own risk.

Heartstrings (E, 82.8k, 24/? chapters) Aged up characters. By the same author of The Man of Average. A collection of memories, the road to Mike and Will’s happy ever after. And fucking hell!!!!! You’ll cry and get angry, you’ll cheer for them, then you’ll want to crash their faces together because god dammit you love each other!!! But yeah, same thing here. The writing and the way the story is laid out as a nonlinear narrative is brilliant. And I also think this is one of the best Will versions I’ve read. The author might as well be the og creator of this two characters tbh. You can find the author here as mylesimeblr🧡

Sinners behind the walls (T, 1.5k, 1/1) And because I can’t stop recommending this author, a little thing of Mike tormenting himself but also being too deeply committed to Will.

The Red Envelope series (T/E, 167K, two completed works) Something happens that Will thought was impossible and from there, pure drama and romance. Anything by this author has the potential to become your absolute favorite fic, but this series in particular is amazing. I doubt that any of you haven’t read this, but it doesn’t hurt to put it in this list. I’m pretty sure the author is serendipitous-magic on Tumblr🧡

A New Fight series (T, 91k, two completed works, one WIP) And finally the Star Wars AU that we all needed. But this isn’t your typical “Mike is Han”, “Will is Leia” and “El is Luke”, it’s way more interesting than that, and the author has appropriated the Star Wars world like no other. I’ll admit I’m not a 100% fluent in SW lore but this is amazing to me either way. This author is also on Tumblr, tea-for-one-please🧡

- Yes, most of these are (if not all), in a way, canon compliant/canonverse/canon continuation into fanon. (In a way)

One-shots and short stories

Sundae for Two, Please (G, 4.8k) Steve being the supportive friend and older brother these kids collectively need. (not Jonathan erasure, we love him). Steve is very sweet himself, and this little cute thing through his POV is gorgeous. Yes, it’s byler.

Backstage (T, 10k, 2/2) Jonathan, you forgot to mention to Will how hot your new band’s guitarist is, dude. Now he’s hyperventilating and weirdly flirting with him in the corner. Background Stonathan because why not.

102 Peach Street (G, 3.8k) Established relationship, but not only that, they are married :’’))) PURE fluff. Extreme fluffiness. Diabetes.

sweatshirts and bottled up feelings (T, 3.2k) Or, Mike thinks that the sweatshirt Will wears looks insanely good on him. And kitchens are for lovers.

kiss it better (T, 16.3k) Basically one of the best character studies of a few precise moments of Mike and Will’s relationship and feelings.

will wonders ever cease (T, 11.3k) #i ship will and happiness. Omfg what a beautiful piece of fanfic. Will centric, this kid really deserves all the good in the world.

The Calm After the Storm (T, 1.6k) Tooth rotting fluff, boyfriends in love. Boyfriends being lazy, cuddling, love words, kisses. Boys loving each other’s company... Basically, Mike and Will in their element. What more can you ask for?

neither of us ready to let go (T, 4.8k) That scene from season three, but a bit of a fix it.

Still in love (G, 1k) Domestic, married life au fluff. Y’all, I’m a sucker for established Byler, even if I can’t find many fics with it. But this is very sweet. It takes place in 2020, but I don’t think there are any mentions of the COVID-19 crisis that I remember.

I Nver Find Out ‘Til I’m Head Over Heels (G, 12.5K) Classic 5+1 fic. If you haven’t read it, where have you been? This is your moment. In where Mike keeps inviting Will to the school dances and Will thinks it’s just a joke until he realizes it’s not.

Before You’re Gone (T, 5.9k) Will is leaving Hawkins and Mike thinks this is a great moment for a confession. This one I discovered last friday, thank you friend @magicalfairy 💗

You’re weird Wheeler (M, 4.5k) Mike unintentionally starts a tradition of going to each other to talk about their sexual encounters just after they finish. Will keeps getting more explicit with the details he shares, and he makes his best friend interested. This one is really fun y’all.

Out-Of-Town Friends (N/R, 4.6K) It’s not rated. I haven’t re- read it but I’d say it would probably fall in a T rating. So cute!! Will has new friends and sneaks off every friday and the Party doesn’t know where he is going, so Mike decides to follow him and is surprised.

Snowed Under (G, 1.3k) By the same author of The New Fight series. Mike is spending christmas by himself in college because a snowstorm hits Chicago and Nancy can’t drive to see him, but then he has a surprise visitor. Ahhh just a lil sweet holiday fic. Super cute.

you love me anyway series (T, 7.1k, three completed works) Literally just the cutest thing ever. Established Byler. Will loves to take pictures and he loves taking pictures of Mike. It’s adorable.

you wanna be friends forever (i can think of something better) (T, 9k) This one is so amazing. So. Amazing. From Will’s POV, my kid deserves the world and he gets it.

okay not to be okay (T, 4.9k) Mike is a bit sad but then everything is okay.

can’t hold out forever (G, 18.4k) Y’all!!!!! 5+1 sweetness. Mike has been falling in love since kindergarten. And it’s long af, you’ll enjoy it.

even if it takes forever (G, 1.3k) College short AU, they miss each other, they love each other, they promise all to each other. It is sappy y’all.

clear as day (N/R, 18.4K, 4 chapters) It’s not rated, but I’d say it falls in the T category. Strangers to friends to lovers. And also, everyone is pretty gay; we have our dynamic trio Mike, Max and El as disaster lesbians (and gay). Will works at the library and he is also gay. Lucas and Dustin and Will are the best friends we needed. It’s very sweet and the Party is kind of formed here!

I went overboard with the one-shots, so you must have realized how much I love long one-shots and I favor them over long works lmao but they are all amazing!!! If it’s on this list, I probably read it at 2 am, sobbing in my bed. So. Hope you enjoy it☺️🧡

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