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tieronecrush · 1 year

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I have a request but it’s also infideltiy so I understand if you ignore this lol.

I’ve been thinking lately about a scenario where reader and Joel have been separated since the outbreak for a few years, reader starts dating some guy in the QZ she’s at, joel shows up and they reunite. Joel really tries to stay away and respect her relationship but they’re both too emotional and horny to resist. I really do love passionate reuinion sex tho!!!!

thank you so much for your request lovely nonnie! i switched it up just a lil bit to make the reader the one who shows up with her bf to boston where joel already is - hope that’s okay!!

muscle memory

joel miller x f!reader

rating: E (18+ only, MDNI)

word count: 6.5k

summary: when you flee the baltimore QZ to head to boston with your boyfriend and others, the last person you expect to see is joel miller. you had mourned him for years, having thought your last partner was lost to you forever. when the two of you start smuggling together, more time around each other only seems to strengthen your connection - to the point where neither of you can manage the tension anymore.

warnings: NO USE OF Y/N, no age specified, use of pet names (‘bonny’, ‘little lamb’, ‘sugar’), infidelity, previous relationship, mentions of death/loss, some angsty angst, alcohol use, mentions of drug use, fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v, cockwarming, dirty talk, praise, mild breeding kink, possessive!joel, soft!dom joel

Boston is an upgrade from Baltimore. At least in the state you left it; the Baltimore QZ had finally succumbed to Firefly occupation and FEDRA was forced out. Not that it really mattered to you, but it was another reason to add to the list. The biggest reason for your caravan up north was that your smuggling lines and connections had dried up. Like, completely. Either people found better deals or died on their journeys outside of the walls of whatever QZ they were from. You mostly dealt with Washington and Philly, both having been radio silent for weeks by the time your smuggling group made the decision to move on. You were welcoming the change; sure, the means to get there was full of uncertainty and danger, but the group you were with and your boyfriend of a few months, Danny, made you feel the slightest bit more confident trekking through the decimated country.

It’s been a few weeks since you all officially transitioned into the Boston QZ, registered under FEDRA, and having gone through your quarantine. You all settled into your government-assigned homes, you living with Danny and others grouping up to attempt to make these shabby walls feel like home.

It was easy to be with Danny. You two had known each other for years, done tons of runs together, and developed a comfortable friendship. Your relationship was born out of convenience -- after hooking up one night when you both needed to be taken care of, you stayed together. It was nice to have companionship, but it certainly wasn’t love.

You haven’t felt that way since Joel.

Joel Miller. Your partner when the world went to shit.

The two of you were together for a couple of years, and you were planning to move in with him at the start of the new year - 2004. It was supposed to be your year. Moving in with the love of your life and his daughter that you loved as if she were your own, probably getting engaged or just eloping with him, maybe even talking about growing your little family.

You loved your life before. You mourned it for years after the outbreak happened, knowing you likely wouldn’t see any part of it again.

When Outbreak Day happened, you weren’t with Joel. You weren’t even in Austin. It was the week of your mom’s 60th birthday, and she had begged you to come up north for a visit. You were supposed to fly home on September 26th. You were supposed to surprise Joel for his own birthday.

And then your flight got canceled. Rebooked for the following day.

And everything changed.

But that was years ago, now it’s 2010. Family members were long gone, friends made along the way lost, too. You grieved as well as you could with the way the world moved now. Despite searching for any sign of Joel, or Sarah, or even his brother Tommy, you accepted your fate to be alone and settled in Baltimore.

And now, you were accepting the fate that your new home would be Boston. Seemed like a decent replacement in your mind, and hearing about the smuggling business here made you eager to get involved.

The small group that you traveled with had arranged a meeting with two of the more prolific runners in the city. You weren’t given any details besides a meeting place and time, so when that night came, you and Danny made your way into the dilapidated storage building along with your friends from Baltimore.

You glanced around at the place, attention turning to the small huffs of frustration coming from your boyfriend next to you. He was fiddling with the zipper on his jacket, the grooves stuck in the fabric. Nimble fingers worked it loose as you stood amongst everyone, Danny’s lips pressing to your hairline in a sweet thanks.

There is no way in whatever is holy, if there even is anything out there, that Joel is seeing who he thinks he’s seeing. They must be a figment of his imagination. It’s been seven years.

And then he hears that laugh. This stranger has a laugh that he would recognize anywhere.

That’s your laugh. That smile is yours, too. And when you turn towards him finally, his gaze fixed on you since you entered the room, he meets your eyes. Those eyes that made his heart sing whenever they shined with joy, made him shatter when they were filled with tears, made him completely head over heels for you.

And right now, they were making it all come rushing back. The heartbreak, the loss, the grief, the love.

A small gasp escapes your mouth when you recognize him. He was aging, that much he knew. Had some grays sprinkled into his brown hair, his beard was just as patchy as it had been before. He had harsher lines on his face, the world wearing him down much quicker than it would if the outbreak never happened — if he never knew what loss was like.

You’re taking inventory of all of his changes, and he notices similar ones in you. Your hair is longer, even pulled back he can tell it’s inches past where you normally would keep it. There’s the faintest wrinkles next to your eyes, soft smile lines near your lips. Signs that you stayed light in the world of darkness. That made the pain in his chest lessen just the smallest amount.

He keeps checking that you’re still there during the entire meeting. Tess does the talking, some grumbles of rules coming from him, but he’s thankful that she’s taken the lead ‘cause he doesn’t know if he could get more than a handful of words out at a time. With arms crossed over his chest, he pinches his bicep as he glances at you again, assuring himself that he isn’t dreaming or having a bad trip from those pills he takes.

The rest of the meeting goes by quickly, plans are made for the next few runs to integrate the newest additions. He stays back, hoping that you would do the same. There was no way that he wasn’t going to talk to you; he’d run after you if you left.

Luckily for him, you had understood the subliminal messages in the short bits of eye contact he made with you.

The guy that was with you stayed, too, but he stood near the exit while you stepped closer to Joel.

With you right in front of him, he gave himself another quick pinch before clearing his throat. Just when he was about to break the growing awkward tension in the stale air, he heard your voice crack.

“Hi.”

That’s all you say, and suddenly he can’t help the grin that quips up to the side. A hushed chuckle exhales through his mouth shortly, eyes locking with yours.

“Hey there, bonny.”

He watches your shoulders drop from their frigid position, uneasiness visibly relaxing after the greeting. He grins wider, dimple deepening in his cheek as his chest tightens from the gentle reaction he’s gotten out of you.

He still had the tiniest bit of his accent. Especially when he said that nickname. Short for bluebonnet, Texas’s wildflower, which is where the name originated from. Joel called you his wildflower, and when you asked him what kind of flower one night, he told you he only knew bluebonnets. Typical proud Texan man. Eventually, the moniker turned into ‘bonny’.

It’s a nickname you hadn’t heard since your last phone call with him, disappointment evident in his voice when you had to confess that your planned surprise wasn’t going to happen and that you would be home the next day to celebrate with him belatedly.

“‘S alright, bonny. Sarah’s already got something planned for the two of us. Promised her I’d pick up a cake on the way home from the site.”

Your stomach had toiled with anxiety that day from his sadness that you were going to be missing from his birthday and that he was just missing you. This time around, hearing that same nickname roused your nerves from the thrill that it zipped down your spine, the sound of his voice around the words tingling in your ears.

The two of you make introductions to your respective tag-alongs, Joel to Danny and you to Tess. Greetings were passed and conversation flowed, the two of you skating around your history with company present, only divulging necessary details. You two dated before. That was it. They didn’t need to know how long, how serious, how you mourned the loss of him and the life you two built together.

Ignoring the past in conversation was easy. Ignoring the physical pull you felt towards him was more of a challenge. Heat crawls up your back and settles on the nape of your neck, tongue poking out to wet your lips every few moments. Fingertips itch to touch his skin, to trace the lines on his palms, and to brush over the scar on the right side of his face. One he didn’t have with you, and you wanted to know what it was from.

You wanted to know a lot from him. What these last seven years looked like for him. Once the conversation died down naturally, you faced Joel and asked him gently the first of the two most pressing questions you wanted answered.

“Where’s Tommy? Guessin’ the two of you are still glued to each other like you were back then,” you tack on a light laugh to your query, feeling the rush of panic as you realize that these answers you were wanting might not be answers that you want to hear. A lump forms in your throat as you wait for his response, a tender look on your face.

“He’s, uh, he’s here still. Doesn’t run with us though, he’s been getting into shit with the Fireflies here. Drives me insane, but you know how he is.”

“Always a joiner,” the words roll off your tongue and you bite down on it, cursing yourself internally for making fun of his brother without really knowing how this Joel would respond.

Relief washes over you when he laughs, not a full one, but nevertheless, you got to see a sliver more of that smile that had you smitten.

“Got that right. Tommy always wants to be a hero,” he shakes his head back and forth, an adoring smirk on his face as his stare lengthens and his mind is taken to his younger brother for a moment.

With the news of Tommy, you were even more eager to ask your second question. It gripped your heart, tugging it nearly out of your chest. Your voice softened as you spoke to him, eyes involuntarily watering in anticipation.

“And Sarah?”

Silence. As if the words catch in his throat and start to choke him from the inside. His eyes widen in loss of oxygen, chest still as he holds his breath. He can’t look away from you, eyes quickly pacing to hold contact with yours. They communicate desperation, as if he wants so badly to explain, to tell you what happened to his daughter that you loved, but he can’t get the words out of his airway.

It tells you everything, that look. You hadn’t lost your ability to read Joel, and the realization completely demolishes the composure you were attempting to maintain. Closing the gap between you, you focus on Joel as you wrap your arms around his waist, tight and full of compassion. Your head rests on his chest, facing to the side. Everything else in the room falls away, muscle memory moving your hands in circles against his lower back in the way you remember he loved. He’s tense in your arms, his own wrapping around your shoulders hesitantly until he feels the comforting touch. Tautness breaks from him, resting more of his weight against you as his head dips down to rest his chin on you and his eyes close.

Yours close too, and just for that moment, you’re back in his kitchen, sticky summer morning air coating the room from the open screen door. Cartoons squeak from the TV in the other room, and the smell of Joel’s French toast wafts from it’s crisping on the stove.

Domestic bliss. What could’ve been.

That hug has tormented Joel for weeks. The first time he saw you, the first time he heard your voice, the first time he held you after he thought he never would again. And that one time has unearthed a hunger for more. A need for you. Doesn’t matter if he’s around you or not, he can’t stop thinking about you.

When you’re on runs with him, he has one eye on you at all times. When it’s a route without your boyfriend, he feels a bit bolder; touches linger on your back as he guides you through obstacles or around your arms as he holds you back to get ahead of you to clear a room.

He’s been trying, so desperately trying, to respect your relationship. Not that you mention him much, but you and Danny arrived in Boston, shacked up together, and have made no hints at that changing. For now.

It’s gotten to the point where it’s driven him to drink, added to the long list of things he needs to be inebriated or high to cope with.

This is how he ended up at the QZ speakeasy, a few blocks from his building which makes it an easy past-curfew destination. Sole occupant of the low, barrel table against the back wall, he pounds a whiskey back which quickly turns into three. A buzz has started in his body and his mind, a clear path to his ideal destination on the horizon. It was a shitty run today, mostly coming up dry and having to deny some trades. Plus, you weren’t with him.

When he’s waving the bartender for another glass, his eyes skate across the room and catch you standing at the top landing of the stairs that snake down to the warehouse basement bar, eagerness evident in your expression when you find him. Overprotective, he watches you bound down the stairs to make sure you get to whoever you’re meeting without any issues. He’d be more than happy to step in if someone got too close.

Focused on his self-appointed task, he doesn’t realize that you’re making your way over to him excitedly until you’re standing in front of his table, gesturing to the empty seat across from him that he offers to you.

Plopping down in the wooden chair, a goofy smile stretches across your face as the giddiness of being around him flickers in your stomach. You’d felt this jolt of energy being near him, thinking about him. It’d been like that for weeks since you saw him again and held him. It was a spark, and now your embers were slowly catching fire the more time you spent with Joel.

Greetings were exchanged, and him buying you a drink along with another for himself. Finger tracing around the lip of your glass, you glance up at him and attempt to make small talk if only to be able to hear his voice.

“So, how was the run today?”

“‘S fine. Pretty dry.” His response is clipped, mumbled out as he brings his drink up to his lips for a swig.

“Oh, really? That’s a shame. You got another one planned?” you keep your eyes on him, watching as he looks anywhere but at you. Around the table, across the room, even at his own boot.

“Yeah, got one next week.” Joel’s grumbling, deep crease between his brows as he sulks in his chair.

“Maybe I can join you on that one?” you propose, hoping that it gets his attention. Sure, you could be reading into it, but something told you that he enjoyed having you around as much as you enjoyed being around him. Brows raised in hopefully curiosity, anticipation swells your tongue in your mouth.

“Maybe.”

That’s it? That’s all he has to say?

Joel’s always been a man of few words, always crafting careful and thoughtful responses when you were together. But this? This is ridiculous. He clearly doesn’t want you around, his eyes darting as if to look for the fastest escape route. It stings, deflating your excitement. The chance of this encounter was the sole reason you went out tonight. Danny had fucked off to play poker or gamble away ration cards with some other guys he’d gotten buddy-buddy with, and it didn’t help that you two had been drifting further from each other over the last week. You weren’t sure how much longer this companionship would be worth it, and with Joel always around, it certainly was starting to blur some lines. He always made you feel better, even when he wasn’t trying. Except for tonight.

Your hurt boils into anger, and you scoff at him, arms crossing firmly in front of your chest.

“You keep acting like you’re looking for a chance to leave. If I’m keeping you here, feel free to go. I’ll drink by myself.”

Joel looks at you, his eyes softening. He opens his mouth, then shuts it, thinking about what he should say. You get annoyed by his lack of response, grabbing your drink off the table and slipping out of your chair to leave him there.

“Are you really that oblivious, bonny?”

You turn back, anger growing at the thought that he’s mocking you.

“Well, screw me for trying to make conversation with you, Joel. I guess I am oblivious ‘cause I thought we could be friends or, I don’t know, at least civil after all this time.”

“Bonny, I can’t be friends with you.”

He’s kicking you when you're down, clearly just being cruel.

“Why? What did I do?”

“I can’t be friends with you, ‘cause I want more than that.”

The honesty stuns you. Sure, you had felt that pull towards Joel again, but you didn’t know that he felt the same way or that he would act on it if he did. He gets up from his chair, taking a step closer to you before he continues.

“I looked for you, y’know? After everything. All I wanted was to have you back. I knew you’d know what I needed. And when I saw you again, I realized why I couldn’t stop looking. What I needed most was you.”

He stands close to you now, warm breaths intermingling with the other’s, humidity heating your cheeks while his eyes stay locked on you. Everything you’ve felt since Joel had been revived into your life suddenly becomes overwhelming; you can’t contain them, can’t compartmentalize them anymore. You reach for him, hand pressed over his heart, feeling the rushed beating pulsing under your touch.

His eyes look down slowly to his chest and then back up to you when you whisper, “Mine feels the same way when I see you.”

“Is that right? Can I feel for myself?”

You nod slowly, peeling your hand off of him only for him to catch it and hold it in his. Your voice is thick, “Maybe somewhere a little more private? Like your place?”

He looks confused for a second, brows knitting together before it dawns on him, pupils widening and darkening his eyes.

“Let’s get out of here, bonny.”

Keys jingle as he twists them in the lock, throwing the thin wooden door open after he pulls them out. He nods for you to step in ahead of him, taking a few paces into the apartment and surveying around. The door clicks behind you and the deadbolt slides into place, the sounds sending goosebumps across your skin at the prospect of being totally alone with Joel, no watchful eyes or possible interruptions.

Eyes continue to skate along the room, tiny details noted. Half-drunk whiskey bottle on the counter, small baggies of pills on the coffee table, other finds from his side occupation littering the space.

His weighted steps drag across the worn wooden floors at your back, the presence of him hanging behind you slowing your breaths in suspense. Saliva coats your mouth at the dryness of your thirst, hair standing off of your skin in waiting.

The first touch you feel is his fingers brushing against the back of your neck, sweeping the hair there off to one side and holding it there. Joel takes one step closer, chest pressing against your shoulder blades and crotch against the swell of your ass. The warmth radiating off of him sends a shiver down your spine, jolting against him briefly. Your breaths pause as you wait for his next move, eyes fluttering closed when his lips touch the nape of your neck in a ghostly kiss. A hand wraps around you, resting just over your breast to feel the rapid beating of your heart, the rhythm matching his own that you feel against your back. A placid gasp puffs from between your lips, snapping the taut tension between the two of you and sending a new urgency to his actions.

Palms encase your hips, spinning you around to face him and tugging you close to feel every curve pushed against him. His lips find yours in a hungry kiss, your own mouth opening in a sigh at the contact. Joel takes this as an opportunity to lick into your mouth, tongue dominating yours and swallowing every whimper that comes out of you.

Your own hands grip his shoulders, nails dragging against the fabric down to his biceps. Fingertips dig into the flexed muscles, steadying yourself as he starts to walk you backward throughout his place. He never leaves your lips, knowing the space with his eyes closed to lead you all the way back through the door to the small bedroom on the left side of the living space.

A whine escapes you when his mouth detaches from yours, working kisses along your jaw to the hollow under your ear, sucking at the space there. A groan rumbles from his chest when you let out a soft moan and hold his arms tighter, hips involuntarily jerking against his growing bulge.

Lust-blown eyes stare into yours as he stands up fully again, delicate touch brushing your cheek before his thumb nudges the scar that sits on your brow. The look in his eyes pains for half a second, and you finally speak up since leaving the speakeasy.

“‘S not a good story. Happened from a lamp falling onto my head when I was raiding around some suburban house. Just an accident. You wouldn’t have been able to stop it from being there.”

His gaze meets yours again, tugged away from the fibrous tissue on your face. The bulb in his throat bobs when he swallows, head moving side to side minutely.

His hand caresses your cheek, voice thick with his drawl when he softly responds, “You underestimate me, bonny.”

The words gloss your vision, quick blinks settling the emotion and clearing the picture of Joel in front of you again. Your heart constricts in your chest, attempting to imagine the amount of pain that he’s been through, but you can’t even begin to know.

Instead of dwelling on the moment, he presses one light, affectionate kiss to your lips before he takes a step back. He grips the hem of your shirt, brows quirking up in a silent question. You nod subtly, the permission allowing him to slowly tug the fabric over your head. He devours the newly exposed skin with his burning stare, compelled to bend down and trace his lips over every new mark he sees while his hands move across your curves to reacquaint himself with your new features. Wider hips, rougher skin, purply stretch marks veining your skin along with ropy paths where injuries had healed over.

Joints crack softly as he settles onto his knees in front of you, sending you into light giggles while he groans and presses his forehead against your lower tummy. He reaches around and playfully smacks your jean-covered ass, a fake scowl on his face when he looks up at you from his praying position.

“‘Nuff gigglin’ at me, you’re gonna feel this sore come morning.”

The threat of his words floods arousal between your thighs, bottom lip toyed between your teeth as you quiet down your laughter. Joel kisses your clothed thigh, fingers popping the button of your jeans and dragging the zipper before they hook in your waistband and tug the denim down your legs. Joel laughs lightly at your silence, eyes finding yours as his hands lift each of your feet one at a time to help you out of your pants.

“Thought that might get you excited, lil’ lamb. I know you’re gonna be such a good girl for me, aren’t ya?”

The wink that follows his drawl jolts your limbs and fingers twist into his locks as his open mouth exhales warm, humid air on your panty-covered mound. He presses his face against the fabric, inhaling deeply and moaning softly at the scent of you.

“Fuck, sugar, it’s still the same. Missed you so much. You think you still taste the same?” He directs the question up to your face, your head lulled down to meet his gaze. A smirk pulls at the corners of your mouth, mischief glittering in your eyes.

“Only one way to find out, baby.”

His amber eyes were pools of ink with how much they darkened, full of carnality. Large fingers smoothly strip you out of your panties, his figure coming to stand at his full height in front of you. Gripping your waist, he guides you back to sit on the edge of the mattress, lifting your legs by your thighs and easily maneuvering you toward the center.

Joel moves to climb onto the bed with you, but your soft sigh of frustration stops him.

“I wanna see you. ‘Specially if I’m completely naked, ‘s only fair that you are, too,” you gripe to him, bottom lip protruding only slightly in a pout. Joel considers for a moment, ultimately deciding that fair’s fair. He pulls his knee off of the mattress and makes quick work of undressing, his own clothes laying rumbled on the floor with yours.

Satisfied with his fulfillment of your request, your eyes completely devour his bare body as he moves to kneel on the mattress between your open legs. Fighting for survival has kept him fit, broad shoulders flexing as he lifts your legs at the crook of your knees to spread them further. His chest is firm, the rest of his torso softer just as it had always been. It was one of your favorite parts of him, the sight of it now taking you back to times cuddling him on the couch or in bed, head in his lap to press kisses against his tummy or resting your head there and being lulled to sleep. Your fingernails comb through the happy trail, pressing into the skin of his lower abdomen as you sit up to kiss him deeply. He moans quietly against your lips, your knees pressing into his stocky thighs, toes curling against the flexed muscles in his calves. Your arms settle around his neck, lips chasing his as he pulls back to look at you.

“I really did miss you, bonny. Couldn’t believe it when you were in front of me again. Still can’t really believe it right now.” His voice is breathy, eyes holding yours, moving back and forth minutely. One of his hands encompasses the left side of your face, the other moving down between your bodies, his frame bent over yours. Two fingers work circles into your clit, inhale catching in your throat while your legs tense from the feeling of his touch on you.

“M-Missed you, too. So much. I looked for you everywhere I went. Needed you again, I need you now.”

“‘M right here, lil’ lamb. Not going anywhere again. I’m gonna make you feel so good, just like I used to.”

His fingers working your clit slip through your wetness, pressing against your entrance to coax a moan out of you. He hooks them into you, pushed against your spongy walls in search for that spot he’d been all too familiar with. Like riding a bike, he fell right back into what you had loved from him before, knowing just how to work you up. His jaw dropped slightly as his eyes glued to where his fingers thrusted into you; he closed his mouth every so often to swallow the saliva flooding his mouth until he couldn’t wait another second to taste you again.

Joel folded over, legs scooting back on the bed to allow his head to sit between your thighs, tongue lapping against your clit feverishly and switching with his lips every so often to suck at the same spot.

The sounds leaving you at that point were wanton and lewd, mixing with the squelch of your wetness. You felt the familiar knot tightening in your stomach until it’s pulled loose, a loud gasp of his name while your nails dig into his shoulder and walls tighten around him.

He keeps his pace, mouth still attached to your core. He’s not going to let up without you saying something, and you can’t take another moment without him giving you what you want — what you need from him. Fingers tangled in his mussed hair, peeling him from between your thighs. He meets your eyes, lips and chin shining with dampness in the low light of the bedroom and fingers pulling out of you. Eyes blown into blackness at the sight of your pleasure, mouth opening to speak when you cut him off.

“More of that later, if you really want it. But I need you. Inside of me.”

Joel smirks devilishly, fingers coated in your come pushing between your lips and into your mouth for you to clean off.

“Just tastes so sweet, bonny. Can’t help but want seconds,” his hard cock twitches where it lays against your thigh at the feeling of your tongue sucking his fingers, “Better ask again nicely, lamb. Or else I’m not giving you anything.”

The smirk stays painted on his face, a huff of frustration as your hips jerk up to chase his hand that hover over you, desperate for more.

“Please, pretty please. I need you,” you beg, pleading in your eyes as you look through your lashes, dull nails scratching his skin.

“That’s my good girl. Kept your manners.” The wink he sends you flutters your walls around nothing, whimpering as he manipulates you into his desired position.

Joel straddles one of your thighs, bringing the other up to lay against his torso and rest on his shoulder. Your hips turn only slightly to the side in the position, opening your pelvis into a kindling heat. He spits in one of his palms, fingers of the same hand running shortly through your arousal and then mixing the fluids to coat the tender skin of his length. The head of him pushes into you deliciously measured, his motion pausing for you to adjust.

It only takes a moment before your body remembers, the muscles of your tight pussy molding around him once again. Your body feels the familiarity of him, the reactions it has are heightened from the comfort of his own body, focusing solely on how perfectly he fits inside of you.

“Damn, sugar, feel like your little pussy got even tighter. Feels so pefect around me, like she knows who’s about to fuck her just right,” his voice is coated with lust, jaw laxing with a guttural groan when he pushes further into you.

When Joel finally starts a rhythm, slow and deep at first, your eyes roll back into your skull as your head presses hard into the mattress under you. The position brings him incredibly deep, and his size fills you nearly to the brim. It was a feeling you hadn’t felt since the last time you’d had him, his veins on his swollen cock carving the same paths along your insides to feel every detail of him.

“Feel so full, baby. Haven’t felt it since I had you last,” your voice is higher and breathier, toned in a whine.

“That’s right, bonny. Nobody makes you feel as good as I do, huh? Probably haven’t had a decent fuck for years, you poor thing.”

All you can do in response is moan, hands gripping his forearms that are the part of his nearest to you.

He fucks you like this for a good moment, moaning your name quietly before he huffs in frustration, completely pulling out of you. Immediately, you mewl at the loss, head shooting up to protest before he’s moving you to his will again.

“Just a second, sugar. Need to be able to kiss you and feel you all over. Being such a good girl for me, I promise you’re gonna love this.”

He still couldn’t be as deep and close to you as he needed to be in the previous position, so he manipulates your jellied limbs easily to be able to fully cover you with his body. His grip is on your knees, bending your one leg that was once between his thighs to move your calf to hook over his shoulder. Once both your legs are settled on his frame, he continues to stretch your hips by leaning over you, pinning your thighs back to your ribs. He’s completely opened your lower half, folding you back to the point where his tummy is resting against yours and his face is hovering over you. Muscles in your legs and hip flexors burn and spasm, but you can’t care for even a moment when Joel thrusts into you again. You’d never been in this position with him before, and your mind instantly clears of any thoughts besides how hard and deep Joel is fucking you, how you had never felt as full and complete as you did in that moment.

He chuckles as he watches you completely cock drunk, one hand leaving your leg. The large palm finds your lower abdomen, pressing against it as he locks his gaze in yours.

“Can you feel me right here, lil’ lamb? Feel me deep, pushing your belly?” His voice is sweetened sickeningly, the pride and amusement of being the one to give you this experience, to make you feel that full once again evident in the twinkle of his eyes and the sideways smirk on his face.

Chants of his name leave your mouth, your voice barely covering the sounds of his skin slapping against yours steadily.

With him inside of you, it was like two puzzle pieces joining together to finish the picture. The satisfaction of completion was there on all fronts, his rhythm frying your nerves and tightening that red hot coil in your core. With his body covering yours in this embrace, he keeps his mouth on you, heady kisses to your lips when you can take it and mouth biting or licking along your chin, jaw, and neck when you need to breathe.

His motions switch up in the next instant, pushed into you at the hilt as his hips circle to grind you on him. He makes tight figure eights, the act getting you to the point where he’s fucked you completely dumb. All you want in that moment is to feel his warm spend inside of you, watch his face contort from his own pleasure. You can tell he’s close the less he speaks and the more he pants, head falling to your shoulder and eyes closing as he focuses hard to keep pace.

“Come inside me, please. I want it,” your tone is urgent, spilling the words out before your orgasm blinds you white-hot, mind clear of everything except for the euphoric high Joel’s given you. Tightening around him, he moans loudly, thrusts becoming messy and stacatto as he chases his own peak.

“God, such a perfect girl for me. You gonna keep my come in you all night? Go back to your boyfriend tomorrow with it dripping out?”

All you can do is nod, cunt fluttering around him as it starts to work into overstimulation, the rub of his skin against your clit so pleasurable it’s getting painful. Your voice falters when a third orgasm pulses through you.

“Y-Yes, yes. I want you inside for as long as it’ll stay there. Pl-Please, baby.”

Your begging pushes Joel over the edge, hips stuttering as ropes of his warm spend fill you up. He starts to work into you again, fucking it deeper before he finishes.

The pair of you are sweaty, sticky messes; hair tangled, lips swollen, eyelids heavy in recovery. Joel stays inside of you, gently moving your legs down and his own arms wrapping under you to lay you on your side with him, lifting one of your legs to rest on his hip.

Soft, supple kisses are shared as the two of you drift in and out of consciousness, eventually falling asleep completely.

Blue tinted sunlight creeps into the sole window of Joel’s bedroom, the night sky fading into a lilac dawn. You’re studying Joel as he sleeps, long lashes grazing his cheeks, lips parted just enough to let some light snores escape. Your finger delicately traces the scar on his right temple, your featherlight touch causing his eyes to flutter open and find your gaze half awake.

Joel’s immediately in fight or flight mode, arm around your waist tightening as he holds you closer.

“You okay? Something happen?” His voice is hoarse from sleep, clearing his throat as the slight panic wakes his up more.

Gently, you rest your hand on his chest and shake your head with a tender smile.

“Everything’s fine, you can relax. I was just lookin’ at you before I have to go home.”

Joel deflates, brow creasing at the mention of you needing to leave, to go home to your equally shitty apartment and some guy that wasn’t him. Jealousy flicked in his chest, a confession sitting in his throat for a minute before he let it out.

“I really did mean it, y’know. I need you. Now that I’ve got you back in my life, I can’t let you go. You’re some of the only family I’ve got left, and I don’t think I could survive losing you again.” His voice is shaky, wet brown eyes locked with yours. You have rarely seen Joel this unguarded, even in your life before, without the hardness that had come with the constant threat to his survival hanging over his head. The words wrapped around your heart, squeezing tightly and ripping it out of your chest to give to him. Silence falls between the two of you as an understanding washes over you, relaxing your body as the memory of safety, comfort, and home ripples throughout every muscle. You tell him what you have felt since the moment you saw him again:

“I’m not going anywhere, Joel. Not without you.”

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Hello! I was just wanting to request a request your way for Mihawk (OPLA) with a fellow Warlord please?

Preferably female and chubby (if that's okay!) who uses Polearms/spears and has a kind + warm attitude.

Scenario: Both have to work together under the orders of Garp to track down some pirates who've ganged together to cause havoc and its them having to figure out how to actually work together as a team and not individuals with mutual pining >:)

Song: Tongues and Teeth - The crane wives

Have an awesome day!

Pining 😫. Yes, absolutely. Of all of fanfic writing, pining is my absolutely favourite flavour to divulge in.

The song! I'm ✨obsessed✨. It's really shown me the vibe you want for the piece written.

I can already see the battle sequences of push and pull. I'm imagining she be more scrappy in her style, her joy in battle gleefully falling from her lips as they dance amongst each other in the thralls of combat; Mihawk always remaining steady and calculated with his blade.

Mutual respect for their titles, Ginger Cat x Black Cat/Doberman energy.

Disclaimer: I don't regularly utilise body, skin, eye, hair descriptors other than using terms that are exclusively feminine or masculine to have the "reader" be imagined in a multitude of ways. I am more than happy to make an exception to my rule in this case, but I usually prefer not to for ambiguity.

I have a few other pieces to complete before this one, unless the dice roll otherwise.

In the interim, here is the Masterlist for you to consume should you desire some other Mihawk fics. I'm yet to truly write a one-shot for him (I tried, and now it's an ongoing series).

He makes appearances in:

Dance Series: swing, sway, shag & shimmy (Mihawk x reader x Buggy fic) {Synopsis: a night off was granted by captain Buggy and his pirates. Acrobatic reader impresses both of the men with her dance style. Both men decide they have the ability to potentially play nice as they share the acrobat. (Smut in chapter 4)}

Bar Shift: as a patron of Baratie (Sanji fic) {Synopsis: Sanji and Reader are work husband and work wife. They develop feelings of infatuation as they flirtatiously navigate their way through developing rapport as coworkers and now a relationship.}

The Apprentice: the one-shot that got out of hand because I love talking about wine (Mihawk fic). {Synopsis: bitchy boss and their bratty underling, enemies to lovers. Sword fighting, wine tasting and navigating complex feelings. (nudity mentioned in chapter 2 and 3, chapter 5 smut)}

You Should Be Sad: 3-part series of angst, fluff & smut. {Synopsis: Mihawk ruins his relationship with his former fiancé by not giving her the attention and care she truly longed for. She is a talented musician, performing at Baratie when she sees her ex-lover. Sings her wrath to have him feel something. (Angst in part 1, fluff in part 2, smut in part 3)}

I've also got two fics that are active works in progress upcoming:

El tango du Mihawk: Dance Series. {Synopsis: a talented thief manages to obtain an invite to the marine ball and decides to utilise it as a great opportunity to steal from the wealthiest members of the world government. Mihawk immediately recognises them and decides to toy with their scheming, tango dancing ensues.}

The Marine's Mistake. {Synopsis: something horrible occured to rid the warlord of his signature facial hair. Cadets had gathered and began whispering in hushed tones as Garp held a seated meeting with the warlord at a table in a run of the mill tavern. A new transfer does not recognise the sleek cheeks of the handsome gentlemen and immediately decides to approach to flirtatiously engage him over a drink or two. Mihawk is amused.}

I will add this to the ever growing Mihawk list and aim to complete it shortly! Thank you for your request! ❤️

#one piece #opla #opla fic #one piece live action #x reader #mihawk #dracule mihawk x reader #dracule mihawk #mihawk x reader #opla mihawk #opla mihawk x reader

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jwirecs · 2 years

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Recommended BTS Fics of August 2022💖

hello, hello! here are my bts recs of august! hopefully these beautiful stories get more recognition as well as the writers 💝

** anything in parentheses and bolded are my thoughts that can be disregarded if needed **

🔞smut || 💔angst || 💕fluff || ✅completed || 🔄ongoing || 💯favorite

The Dimple Theory || @e-cm🔞💕💔✅

↳ You’re in your final year at university. You almost have your dream graduate job. If only your arch nemesis, Kim Namjoon, wasn’t applying for the same job at the same firm…

The Millionaire and His Lover || @gukyi 🔞💕💔✅💯

↳ over the course of your lifelong friendship with jungkook, you can’t say that you’ve ever had the greatest ideas, and a fake relationship with the boy you’ve been in love with for years is no exception.

Please Love Me || @ahundredtimesover 🔞💕💔✅

↳ As the only unmarried Jeon and Kim children, your families propose a union to symbolize your unbreakable bond that spans generations. But despite developing an affection for Jungkook growing up, he never returned it; he never seemed to like you, actually. You’re okay with the proposal, but surprise surprise, he isn’t.

Stand By Me || @jeonsweetheart💕💔✅💯💯💯

↳ anonymous requested: “could you do some min yoongi fluff with stand by me by ben e king?” (not really childhood friends to lovers but you know i’d like to imagine it to be)

White Lies || @noteguk 🔞💕💔✅

↳ in which Jungkook lies his way out of and into trouble. But he can’t tell white lies when it comes to you.

About You || @magicshopaholic💕💔✅

↳ There's something Namjoon isn't telling you. After finally getting out of him, though, you find yourself wishing you'd never asked. (TW topics)

As It Was || @zehakoo💕💔✅

↳ you and your husband have constantly been arguing due to the change in his behaviour and you start to wonder where it all went wrong.

Can’t Help It, I Love You || @kookslastbutton 🔞💕✅💯

↳ Finally getting a day off, your boyfriend takes you out on a date. Everything is sickeningly sweet until you visit a cute little lingerie store. All he wants to do now is get busy in the dressing room.

Don’t Leave Yet || @kookslastbutton🔞💕✅

↳ "Shh baby,” he breathes against your lips. “Focus on us right now.” or Jungkook doesn’t want you to leave for work so soon. Especially since it’s your birthday

Charade || @ughcore🔞💕💔🔄

↳ “Why would you help me? What are you gonna get out of this?” Taehyung looks you up and down, the humour twinkling in his eyes like the fairy lights he helped you hang above the TV. He tucks his hands into his armpits, assessing you for a few more moments that leave your skin hot and itchy. “It’ll be nice to see you out of those fuzzy slippers for once,” The double entendre lacing his words is nothing new. The tingles in your stomach, however? Yeah, those are brand new.”

Calico || @horanghaejamjam 🔞💕💔🔄💯💯

↳ Now that he is a successful business owner and financially stable, Yoongi felt it was finally time to welcome a hybrid into his home. What he didn’t expect, was a chance meeting with the young calico that would steal his heart.

Kitty Thief || @yoon2jk💕✅

↳ Jeon Jungkook was a meticulous man with a specific love for hoodies. So imagine his shock and anger when he finds out that his cute little neighbor is stealing his hoodies.

Pawn to King || @outrohxte 🔞💕💔✅

↳ wanting her own son to take the throne, jimin's stepmother marries him off to the ruthless human queen of a far away kingdom, said to despise the existence of hybrids. what she didn't expect was for the tables to turn so drastically - her hopeless pawn coming back as a king, to rightfully claim his throne.

Playful || @chimyoung💕💔✅💯💯

↳ requested scenario: “Hello hello I wanted to praise you on your Secure Yoongi fic! It was the best! Also wanted to ask if you could do an imagine with a hybrid reader, She’s a fox hybrid and very mischievous and loves to play pranks. Taehyung is her owner/boyfriend. One day she decides to prank the boys and it goes a bit too far and Taehyung yells at her and for a few days she doesn’t act like her normal self, shes become very quiet and then he goes to apologise and fluff ensues?? ☺️☺️”

Who You Are || @ausblack💕💔✅💯

↳ requested scenarios: “For the hybrid plot you asked for, usually they make the reader go near or live by the woods & meets wolf hybrid namjoon. Instead, you can write about wolf hybrid namjoon going to live in the city for the 1st time to study for uni & meets the reader who’s actually a bear hybrid or such but takes suppressants to hide her scent & disguises her bear ears with cute beanies or hats like a beret. Idk why but I find that cute. He starts to have interest in finding out more about her but she’s vague af.”

BTS Mafia Reaction || @dreamescapeswriting💕💔✅💯

↳ You’re Not Financially Stable

Enemy || @bonny-kookoo 🔞💕💔🔄💯

↳ The enemy of my enemy is my friend. Or alternatively: Jungkook has no idea what to do with you.

Gotcha || @sweetestofchaos💕✅💯

↳ After a few days without their daughter, Namjoon’s wife decides to surprise him

Keeping Up With The Kims. || @strawberriescherrieskiwi💕✅

↳ So here is Namjoon and his little family on his daughter’s 3rd birthday.

One Summer In Paris || @dreamescapeswriting 🔞💕💔✅

↳ Jeon Jungkook had always loved Paris with its amazing views, incredible museums and the small Bookshop right across from the Effiel Tower. It was were he spent a lot of his summer breaks as a kid so he loved it well into his adulthood. There was one bookshop he rented a room in the summer that changed his life. It was a place where he felt happy and at peace whenever he had the chance to stay there. Where he fell in love for the first time and had his first heartbreak, a lot of firsts for him were in Paris. But what happens when he goes back to the same book shop four years later and finds the love of his life in the arms of another with a daughter who looks suspiciously like him…

The One With The Bows || @yoon2k💕✅💯💯

↳ yoongi’s hair is getting too long, and he’s constantly having to push it out of his face. Luckily, his daughter just bought a new set of hair ties from Claire’s and is dying to use them. (STOP THIS IS SO CUTE)

Daisies || @silverlightqueen 🔞💕💔✅

↳ You’ve had a long-running feud with fellow idol Park Jimin, saving all the anger and bitterness for the yearly award shows and shooting each other a few dirty looks, not bowing when you walk past each other, or just generally throwing shade. After one particularly obvious encounter between the two of you, the fans start to notice, just in time for The Rose Tour!

Empty Apartment || @jjkscafe💕💔✅

↳ in which y/n moves in with jungkook who just so happens to “forget” to tell her his apartment is highkey haunted

Realize || @theiris-storyvault💕💔✅💯

↳ What happens when you start to fall in love with your son's best friend's father?

All Roads Lead Back To You || @raplinesmoon 🔞💕💔✅💯

↳ Namjoon doesn’t remember the moment he went from a powerful business tycoon to little more than an aimless wanderer. Tired of the path his life is going on, he boards a train, not knowing where it’ll lead him. What he doesn’t expect is to meet you on board, the girl that would change his life forever.

Broken Bottles || @xpeachesncream🔞💕💔🔄💯 (ON HOLD)

↳ fed up with the fact that trouble seems to follow his son everywhere and his lack of motivation to do better for himself, taehyung’s father asks his dearest friend to help him land a job at his company. he promises taehyung will be on his best behavior and that he will do what it takes to get the job done properly. and sure, taehyung believes he can pull through with no issues. however, when he finds out that he’s paired up to work with you, the CEO’s daughter and VP of their skincare brand, he realizes that it’s not as easy as he thought it would be.

The Love After || @ahundredtimesover🔞💕💔✅

↳ Every werewolf has a fate, interpreted by Amma and guided by the Moon. In this world, there are 2 Supreme Fates fully determined by Her - serve in the Wolf Warrior Clan or find your True Mate. You and Jungkook have neither. You both lost the loves of your lives to live out their Supreme Fates and it’s why you both hold resentment towards the mating system. Until the Ceremony happens and you and Jungkook are fated to each other, connected only by heartbreak, pain, and the long lost belief that you could ever love again.

Do check out all of the other BTS Fics that i have reblogged as well!!

** if there is any fics that you guys would like to recommend, please do! i am slowly running out of fics to read **

#bts scenarios #bts social media au #bts strangers to lovers au #bts dad au #bts hybrid au #bts fluff #bts angst #bts smut #bts fics #bts fic recs #bts friends to lovers au #bts childhood friends to lovers au #bts established relationship au #bts werewolf au #bts fake dating au #bts mafia au

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Hey my Tumblr Peeps😁I have decided to write another fanfic about Blitzø😃I honestly have been passionate about writing about him, as of late😈 Off topic, while Fizzarolli (who I have yet to write about) is my favorite Helluva Boss character (if he's your favorite Helluva Boss character, he's our favorite then😊), Blitzø is definitely a character I have on my mind alot😅Off topic again, while I haven't mentioned about my husby often on Tumblr (especially in the fanfics I write), he actually jokes with me about Blitzø in a loving way🤣Anyways my Tumblr Peeps, I might as well write about him now😈👍

*This fanfic contains 1 or more long paragraphs😅

📱🚪🧳Please Don't Go...I Don't Want You To Leave...🧳🚪📱(Blitzø x Female Reader)(up to the reader's imagination what species she is (humans and imps included))

Genres: Angst and Possible Comfort (Warning⚠️: Language)

When Blitzø first met you, he saw that you were looking at flyers about renting or buying a home. While he doesn't know your situation nor you in general, he would ask if everything is okay, before telling you that he notices that you were looking at flyers about renting or buying a home, while explaining it's very difficult to find a home in hell, then offers you to live with him. You were confused not knowing his motive, however you knew he was right, as he accepted your offer. You then introduced yourself to him, before he smiles and says, "Well (Female Reader Name)... Nice meeting you... The name is Blitzø... The "O" is silent... I have a feeling we're going to get along just fine...", which had you give him a light smile, knowing that he was surprisingly nice to you.

Once Blitzø introduced you to his home, he told you where his adopted daughter, Loona sleeps before he tells you that he is more than willing to let you sleep on the couch he was sleeping, as he was showing you that he will be sleeping somewhere next to the couch. You not only thought this was good to be true, however you also thought it was generous of him to let you sleep on the couch. He also has offered you to work for him as a member of the I.M.P., which you accepted his offer pertaining the job, as well. If he was being honest, he somehow secretly, developed a crush on you in first sight.

As months went by, you have also felt romantic feelings for Blitzø and not just because he was nice to you. You actually know about his likes, hobbies, and pet peeves, which you secretly find that cute. You even had a feeling he went through rough patches, even the rough patches that he doesn't know that you know about. However, unfortunately you're also afraid some things about you might hurt your friendship with him, and even fear if you try to be in a relationship with him, it would get stale very quickly and the relationship you might have with him will be very short.

One day, Blitzø noticed a missed call was from your mom, then glanced (without snooping nor touching your cellphone) at the messages your mom sent you, begging you to "come back home". He became confused on what these messages are about and why your mom called you. You finished taking a shower, before seeing a confused Blitzø, glancing at your cellphone, as you became worried about what his reaction could be, that he will kick you out of his home, that he might fire you from I.M.P, and even your thoughts about the worse case scenarios, because of your mom texting you and calling you.

You then shouted, "Blitzø! Please! I can explain! I will leave your place after I tell you what happened! Just please don't kick me out without letting me tell you why I was in a situation I was, before you met me!", as tears rolled down your face, as your body ended up shaking in distress. However instead of doing or saying anything you fear, he calmly said, "Okay then... Explain why I'm the hell your mom texted and called you... I clearly never knew your situation... And why the fuck would I kick you out over your mom's calls and messages? All I'm asking is to try your best not to hide anything about this from me and don't lie to me, (Female Reader Name)...", before giving you the most confused look (on his face) that you had ever seen in your life.

You then explained, "My mother has ruined atleast a couple... Or maybe a few relationships I had ever had in my past... Especially the previous relationship I had... I was with my previous ex for over five years, then all because my previous ex couldn't come to my mom's and stepdad's wedding, she decided to fucken tell me no matter what reason he had to not come to her wedding, my ex and I are to break up immediately! She thinks no one is good enough to date me unless the person who dates me does everything she expects them to, especially impossible things and as long as the relationships I have with them go her way...So, unfortunately she got her fucken wish! Which is why I ran away from home to live the life of the homeless, until I was able to find a place in hell... For me it was better being homeless than living with my mother, honestly... I figured the farther away I am from my mom the better... However, I'm scared that you would kick me out instantly, if you were to know anything about her and that she wanted me to come back...", before you started to sob, as you went straight to starting to pack your luggages. Before you could continue packing, he grabbed your right wrist, as he begged, "(Female Reader Name)... Please don't go... I don't want you to leave...". You then replied, "I'm sorry... I don't know how much longer, before you would stop putting up with me and start hating me, Blitzø...", as you then looked at him, noticing that he started sobbing, while he's trying to look away from you, because he hated the sight of you packing your luggages and the fact he doesn't want to see you leave.

The next thing Blitzø did was open his eyes, then started to sob, as he cried, "Don't you get it... I don't want you to leave! I may have not known your situation in the first place, but I knew there's something special about you... And it's not about looks, even tough you look pretty! I feel you did an amazing job with your position as a member of the I.M.P., considering you're very talented... However your personality just sparks me... Don't get me wrong... I did use to laugh at the homeless, because it makes me feel better, but since knowing that you were homeless, I feel bad about it and won't do it anymore... Anyways my point is that eversince I took you in, you changed my life for the better! Not that you feel the same way about me, as I do about you...". He then loosen his grip before he continued, "It's just you make hell shine brighter in so many ways... I wanted to take care of you in so many ways... I just didn't think you would leave me like this! If you think you're, so impossible to love, then look at me... I do validate how you felt with what happened to you before you became homeless and all... I'm not sure, if you knew... I also had some bad luck in my life, as well... Right now, all I'm asking for you to do is please stay...", proceeding to hug you, as he continued to sob.

You never knew that aside from Stolas, Loona, Moxxie, and Millie, and a couple others, you would be the first one he has ever cared about in a long time. You froze, fearing having to choose between leaving him or him leaving you, but at the same token, you know that now how much you mean to him. You then said, "Okay Blitzø... I will stay here, then... And besides... I never knew you liked me... Atleast in the same way as I do about you...". "Huh?!", said Blitzø, as he became shocked that you had feelings for him to, before you hugged him back. The both of you then began to hug eachother tightly, until the both of you felt much better.

After you decided you would forget about packing to leave, Blitzø decided to cook something for you, himself, and his adopted daughter, Loona. Once you, Blitzø, and Loona finished eating, ofcourse Loona would let you and Blitzø have some privacy, as she went inside her room, and you and Blitzø would snuggle together, for the first time ever. Blitzø fell asleep in your arms, then your mom tried to call or text you, however when your mom did that during your snuggle session with Blitzø, you madesure to block her phone number and if she had any social media platforms, you madesure to block her on any platform that both you and your mom have, so you can ensure, she never ruins your life ever again. You then, continued snuggle session with him, noticing he surprisingly slept through your mom calling or texting you, before blocking her number and blocking her on every social media platform that she has that you also have.

Eversince then, you knew you won't have to worry about your life being ruined anymore, nor would you have to worry about Blitzø's life getting ruined. You just began to feel safe when he is in your arms. If Blitzø is being honest, he also feels very safe when it comes to being in your arms, just as much.

😈The🫂End😈

I do hope you enjoyed the fanfic, my Tumblr Peeps😃👍With this fanfic, I have decided that depending on what I come up with for this particular fanfic, that is how I will be picking the genres from there, so no matter which genre I would have picked, the genre part would have been last minute😅For anyone curious, if there are any other Helluva Boss character I will be writing about in the future, well yes there are other Helluva Boss characters I might write about someday. I was actually considering doing atleast a ship drabble pertaining atleast a couple ships from Helluva Boss. I will admit, Blitzø has been the character I have been thinking about writing about as the staring character as of late, however I might write future Blitzø fanfic in other genres considering it has caught my attention, earlier. Considering most of the fanfics I have labeled as angst, has better or happy or an ending that's not sad, I just haven't thought about labeling the fanfics I have written as "angst with happy ending" that I have labeled as angst. I don't mean to sound off topic I do end up being off topic, however I still will write anime fanfics for those who are curious of me not writing fanfics pertaining anime characters as much. I just really need ideas to pop inside of my head in order for me to start and continue a fanfic pertaining anime characters💡😃👍Anyways my Tumblr Peeps, I hope you have a good day and/or night☀️🌞🌕🌝

#rose riot writings #rose riot johnson #fanfic written by rose riot johnson #blitzø #blitzø x reader #blitzø helluva boss #helluva boss blitzø #angst #helluva boss Angst #Blitzø angst

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swtstrwbrris · 10 months

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𓆩♡𓆪 specially you; han noah 𓆩♡𓆪

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request: I just saw that your requests are open and I wanted to ask if I could I request something for PLAVE's Noah?

summary: Being Noah's secretary was a job you hold highly of. As a secretary you must maintain composed, calm and professional, quite opposite to your off-work personality. What happens to the two of you when one night you drunk called your boss, mistaking him as your ex as you poured your heart out to the last person you'll want to share?

pairing: ceo!noah x secretary!female reader

genre: fluff, break-up, angst (with ex)

warning: mentions of heavy drinking and alcohol

a/n: i am so sorry this took like a decade to complete 😭 but here is your completed request! i actually have 3 different versions of this scenario because I didn't know what to write about but here is the finished product! I hope you like it :) I came across this instagram account and got inspired by a couple of his reels (just noticed but this may be one of the first PLAVE fanfics on tumblr 🤭)

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"Got it so this pile is for the weekly reports, this one is for the yearly summary of the company and that one is for Mr. Han to look at and sign." You repeated one more as the manager of the management team stacked the heavy folders on top of your hands.

"And-"

"And let Mr. Han know about the company dinner tonight, yes. I will be sure to inform him." She lets out a relief sigh, patting you on the back.

"It must be nice have such a dependable and hardworking secretary. Noah must be very proud of you." You smiled awkwardly. You've worked as Noah's secretary for almost a decade now and have yet to hear a compliment from him. Han Noah was the director of the company. Carrying his charming smile, gentle and soft voice, and his too-kind-to-the-point-it's-kind-of-flirty personality, he was known as the prince charming among all employees. Maybe compliments weren't just something he likes to express. You worked by his side, delivering your task without fail in a timely manner, staying professional, composed at all times, no matter what situation. Though it contrasted you off-work personality, this new personality was something built and development throughout the years, almost taking over your real personality. Without fail, you can recite Noah's business and personal schedules daily and several months from now. His personal preference of what brand of coffee he likes, the brands he usual shops from to his ideal temperature of his tea, you have it all memorized by heart. Without fail, you were seen as Noah's guardian angel, a position that many dream of, to have such a close and intimate relationship with the prince. However, in the eyes of yours, you see Noah as someone you must remain committed to its job, one that pushes aside any unnecessary feelings and to stay loyal and to fulfill your job as his secretary. Nothing more. Nothing less.

You took the elevator up to the top floor, lightly knocking on his door before opening the door, revealing the blonde male sitting at his desk, looking through the reports you've given from other departments this morning. "Here are the reports from the management team." You added the first pile onto the his desk. "Hello, Mr. Noah" Here are the yearly summary of the company A" You added another. "And here are the papers the team manager wants you to look at and sign." You added the last pile of papers onto his already piled up desk.

He looks up from the reports. "Very well. Thank you, Y/N." His lips curve up, showing his charming smile. You slightly bowed, remembering the last thing the management manager mentioned.

"Ah. There will also be a company dinner tonight that I would like you inform you about. You would be interested in joining us?" You asked. You already knew his answer. Having the director join for company dinners were rare, especially coming Noah, you were almost certain about his answer yet still asked, hoping he would say yes.

He hums, glancing at the papers scattered all over his desk. "I'm afraid I cannot. I have some work to do so I'll be staying back in the office. Please have a good time without me." You slightly bowed, leaving his office.

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You stretched your arms over your head, closing the laptop lid and clocking out. You grabbed your bag, walking past Noah's office. Looking through the slightly opened blinds you saw him hard at work, eyes focused as he typed away on his keyboard. You felt a little guilty with the amount of work his had to do from the sight of his desk when you suddenly felt a pull on your arm.

"What are you waiting for? Everyone is already heading there!" Your coworker, also your best friend dragged you out at building as she drove you to the destination. Your off-work personality mirrored your secretary personality. You still feel most comfortable being able to be your true self, that is someone cheerful, warm yet somewhat clumsy and not so much of someone who is elegant, reserved and self-disciplined during work. You were always down to have a good time, especially when it involved drinking. You weren't much of a drinker, but you still enjoyed the environment, with people you feel most comfortable with.

"Cheers!" Everyone clinked their glasses together at the start of the dinner. You chugged down your drink easily, letting out a refreshed sigh.

"Man, it's been a while since I got to experience this feeling." You shared, helping yourself with some food.

You friend happily giggled. "It has. Nothing is better having to end a long day of work with something relaxing." She exchanged glances with a few other coworkers at your table. "With free food of course." The table with filled with laughter. "Noah couldn't make it today?"

"As per usual." You opened another bottle of beer. "He had a lot of do. You know how it is near the end of the month." Everyone shared the same expression; bitter yet expected. "It would be nice to have him join one of our dinners."

"And have him see how much of an alcoholics we are? He might be thinking we're going through some tough times at work when we're truly just enjoying ourselves. Imagine his expression." The room was echoed laughter as the night went on.

"Let's add some spice to the night! We're talking love life!" One of the coworkers, clearly starting to get to his limit as he suggested an activity. "I'll started off. I recently met someone on a dating app and we've been seeing each other for quite some time now." The room 'ooh' with anticipation. "But! We're not official yet." Everyone started disclosing bits of their love life. You were definitely starting to feel al little light headed. "Next is Y/N!"

"How are things going with your partner?" Your friend tapped your knee under the table, letting you know it's okay to not share if you're not comfortable. "You've been together for almost 2 years now right?"

You slowly shook your head. "Nope, I broke up not too long ago." Everyone's jaw dropped. You weren't someone open about your private life, but everyone who knew about your relationship was aware how happy you were with your partner.

"No way! Did he cheat?" You wiggled your index finger left and right.

"He..." You too a big gulp of the beer before letting out a small hiccup. "He said that I was asking too much of him." Your bright expression saddens, recalling the moment of your breakup. It wasn't your first breakup, but breakups were never easy, not when you pour all your feelings on someone to only receive a part of it back.

You friend and a few others took note of the glum atmosphere. "You deserve so much better than them. They just missed out on a true gem. Let's all cheer again! For Y/N to find true love!" You lifted your bottle, joining in as you let yourself go. The rest of the night involved your drinking to your hearts content, or maybe a little too much because you didn't even remember how you managed to get home but you did. You lied on your sofa, clearly out of it as your sat up, pulling out your phone. You wanted to release your inner feelings. Feelings you weren't able to let out to your ex. Woozily unlocking your phone, you clicked the contact number, waiting for it to ring before bringing you to voice. Mumbling a curse, you redialed the number.

They answered the call but there was nothing said on the other end. You started feeling your emotions bottled up, pouring it all out. "I know I shouldn't be calling but I just want to let you know that I'm not calling because I miss you." You let out a long sigh, still hearing silence on the other end. "I'm sorry for asking too much from you. I'm sorry for expecting something that would never happen." You were feeling more emotional than usual. Maybe it was the alcohol that had you loosened up, or the bottled up emotions from the break up, you weren't one to overexpress yourself, yet here you are, pouring your heart out, asking for some closure one last time before you finally let go of your past lover. "But let me ask you one thing. How much percent of you mind did I take up?" You tried hiding your trembling voice, hearing muted end. "How many times a day do I cross your mind?" It was almost like you heart was being pulled apart again. "Why won't you answer me?!' Tears were streaming down your face. "I admit what I did was wrong. I apologize for being too clingy in the relationship." You hiccupped, wiping your hot tears with the back of your hand. "Maybe I was asking for too much. Maybe it was a one sided relationship all this time." You calmed down a bit, preparing to your final words before ending the call. "I'm sorry for liking you too much. I'm sorry for being too much in love with you that you couldn't even repay half the amount back. I'm sorry for asking for too much." You bit your lip, hand trembling as you hoped you would here his voice once last time.

"Um..." You froze. This didn't sound like your ex's voice. "Miss Y/N?" You blinked blankly before slowly pulling the phone away from your ear, eyes almost popping out of it's sockets.

Mr. Han Noah

Your hand flew to your mouth as you were dumbfounded. Your phone fell to the floor as you were too shocked to know what to do.

"Y/N? Hello? Are you alright? Do you need me to-" You stumbled to pick up your phone, punching the end call frantically. Fell back onto your couch, feeling completely humiliated that you just poured your heart out to your boss. The chaotic scene snapped you sober as your got up, hopelessly going to bed, sleeping your problems away.

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You groaned as you woke up, feeling a massive headache from yesterday's event. You have yet heard your alarm ring. Did you wake up before the alarm. You reached over to your bedstand, pressing the power button when you realized it was out of battery. Glancing up at your clock, you jumped out of bed, darting to the washroom. You woke up 30 minutes later than your usual time. You almost tripped on your pants as you struggled to put it through your leg, quickly buttoning up your blouse before throwing on a blazer, before grabbing your phone and bag, booking it to the bus. You were panting as you rode the elevator up to the office. You were a couple minutes late which in your eyes, was an absolute disgrace as a secretary. Giving yourself a quick look in the mirror, you noticed that you didn't comb the back of your hair, giving away the advice of a deep sleep. You made mental note to quickly rush to the washroom as soon as you clocked in to fix up. You scurried over to your desk, placing your bag down before rushing to the washroom, freshening up before returning to your seat, starting your daily tasks.

You arrived at the floor of the sales team, having a meeting with a few members regarding a new product. You entered into the meeting room, seeing the eyes of a few people from yesterday. They had slight guilt in their eyes, possibly from hearing about your breakup. "Good morning everyone." You smiled as you started the meeting.

"So we'll these advertised first to the public, but will only be applicable for loyalty members. From the exposure, we will see the anticipated sales and pre-orders to see how we would advertise for when the public batch will be released. " You summed up the meeting, shuffling the papers together. "Thank you for everyone's work today."

"I'm surprised." When of the female workers chuckled. You tilted your head in confusion. "Almost all of us are struggling with hangovers yet here you are. It's almost like you didn't the most out of all of us last night." Everyone giggled as you hide our face behind the papers. "You must have a very strong immune system." You were in fact, still dealing with an insane headache, but you were too focused and busy to even pay attention to the pounding against the side of your temples. You excused yourself before heading back to your office, finishing up some paper work and making phone calls.

Noah titled his head to the side from his desk, trying to look at your desk that is directly in front of his office. You just returned from your morning errands and meetings as you finished up some tasks before lunch break. He saw your furrow your brows, pressing your fingers against your temples, trying to massage and soothe the pain. You dug into your bag from something before letting out a defeated sigh, being giving yourself a slap on the cheeks, returning to work. He sat back on his chair, eyes glued to you as he was deep in thought. Noah didn't get to leave his office until late in the night and just as he was about to pack up and leave, his phone suddenly rang, your name on the caller display. He was hesitant to pick up the phone as you never called him during outside of work hours. After before he was about to hand up, the call was brought to his voicemail. He unlocked his phone, trying to find your number when you called again. Maybe it was something urgent. Without hesitation, he answered the call, waiting for your response on the other end. "I know I shouldn't be calling but I just want to let you know that I'm not calling because I miss you." He could tell your were drunk for the slurred speech. He wanted to hang up but the pain in your voice made him stay and listen quietly.

"But let me ask you one thing. How much percent of you mind did I take up? How many times a day do I cross your mind?" He wanted to say something but he didn't know what to say. But from your quivering voice, he could tell you were hurting, and he didn't like it. You were always put together, always smiling and staying optimistic but to see you in this state, Noah wanted to find out who was hurting you and punch them. That night, Noah's thoughts were filled with what you said during the phone call. It felt like something he shouldn't ask but he wanted to know.

"Hey girl- oh my gosh your eyes are so puffy!" Your best friend whispered as she approached your desk for lunch. You smiled bitterly as she pulled you into a hug, whispering comforting words. "Do you want to take the rest of the day off? I'll like Noah know."

You shook you heard. "It's alright, I've already made to half the day. I'll just say I punched myself to sleep or something" You tried lightening the mood, heading to the cafeteria. You still had some time before lunch ended so you quickly went back up to your desk to grab your wallet to stop by the convenience store for painkillers when your eyes landing on a hangover drink and Tylenol with a note attached to it; Don't push yourself if you're not feeling well. You recognized the handwriting but just couldn't wrap your head around who it's from. Slowly taking a seat, you twisted open the bottle, making sure to thank the person once you find out who it's from. Noah softly smiles as he sees you open the drink and take the medicine before returning back to work.

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Noah has been texting and calling you for the past several minutes, trying to get a hold of you since you weren't at your desk. You would normally visit his office to report any new news but you have yet to stop by his office. He sensed that you were avoiding him, especially from what happened yesterday but he just couldn't sit there doing nothing after knowing your true feelings. He stepped out of his office, heading down to find you. You were chatting to a few staff from the accountant team about the the sales tactics to increase profits. "You do have a good point but I'm just wondering if we should expand the age of our customer target range." You thought out loud as the other staff shared their opinions. After visiting several floors, Noah finally found you. Staffs stood up to greet you as he walked past.

"Since it will be a soft release, we are limiting the amount of transactions per customer however we may be able to increase- oh, good afternoon Noah. What brings you here?" You turned around, faced with the blonde male smiling sweetly at everyone. You suddenly recall moments from last night, feeling your cheeks tint red as you tried to hide it.

"Just checking on everyone." He glanced over you. "Y/N." You jolted your head up. "I've been trying to get a hold of you for a while now." You were about to speak up when he cut you off. "To me office." He turned and left before the room was filled with uneasiness. You quickly excused yourself, joining him in the elevator as the two of you stood on opposite sides, neither of you willing to speak. You followed him to his followed before he took a seat on his chair. "Have you been avoiding my calls?"

"I apologize for not letting you know sooner. I forgot to charge my phone this morning and have yet gotten a chance to." You bowed an apologize.

Noah felt a little better knowing that it wasn't anything else. "What about the news from this morning? You haven't reported anything." You blankly stared at him.

"There has been no new reports to inform you about since all the teams are still in progress of finalizing their projects." He slowly nods. "Is there... Something wrong?"

"No no. I just thought." He drifted off. "It's nothing." You stood there in awkwardness.

"I will take my leave then" You were about to exit this office before he called you back.

He paused for a second, looking around his desk. "Right. Could you possibly give these back to the management team? I've signed all the papers and written some notes for them regarding their project." You took the papers, glancing at the notes when your realized who the handwriting from the sticky note was from.

"Were you..." You lifted your gaze to meet his. He hand his elbow rested on his desk, his chin on top of his hand as he looked at you. "Did you put the drink and medicine on my desk?"

He smiled. "As excepted from my secretary." Your cheeks flushed, quickly blurting out a thank you. "You know, I may not know what's going on but I-" His desk phone rang before he picked it up, you leaving the room. You heart was pounding as you entered the elevator.

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Everyone's workload was packed as the end of the month approaches. You were running up and down to every floor, discussing this and take, collecting papers and running meetings. Thankfully, you encounters with Noah were short while every time he tried to bring up the topic, something would come up. Whether it was a phone call, someone entering the room or your alarm ringing, you quickly excused yourself, running away from the chance to bring back the embarrassing moment. Your own work started piling up as you stayed behind to work overtime, finishing up so it won't be stressful later one. Everyone in the office has almost left, as you remained in the office, sending emails and finishing paperwork. Noah's door opened as your head naturally looked up. He was carrying his usual cup, surprised to see you still here at this time. "Ah, would you like me to get you some more tea?" You stood up from your seat. He declines your offer several times before giving in, seeing how determined you were on refilling his cup. You lightly knocked before entering placing his cup of warm tea on top of the coaster.

"Working overtime?" You quietly nodded. "Don't push yourself." You unconsciously smiled, remembering the note he give you several days ago. "Would you let to, work with me in my office?" Your pupils widen from his sudden offer. Noah would usually prefer to be alone, away from any additional distractions or noise.

"I don't want to be a bother." You declined.

"I wouldn't have offered it you were going to be a bother. I wouldn't mind some company." His lips curved into a smile before you went out to get your laptop and paper work. The both of you sat on the larger table together across from each other. Noah seemed to be fine, working away at his task but you just couldn't focus. "So..."

"I'm so sorry for what happened, I didn't realize I dialed the wrong number but it's just that their name was right above yours and I guess I accidently clicked on yours instead of his and I was also not in my best state and was completely wiped out so I was just acting on an impulse! Gosh this is so embarrassing please just fire me." You blurted everything out, covering your face with your hands, feeling your entire face heating up. You hear a chuckle, trying to peek through the gaps of your fingers to see his captivating laughing face.

He calms down, resting his elbow on the table. "You truly are something else." You slowly dropped your hands, hanging your head low. "After all these years, this is my first time I've seen you like this. I apologize for my behavior just now." You shake you head, playing with your fingers. You wanted to be anywhere but here right now. "Do you want to talk about it?" You looked up, seeing his soften impression. You've never spoken to Noah about anything aside from work. You knew everything about him yet you doubt he knew anything but your basic history.

You thought for a bit, lookin around the room. "It's nothing that important." You closed your eyes, trying to stop the tears forming. "What happened has already happened."

"I don't think its worth it." He suddenly spoke up. "I can only imagine how painful it is to go through what you're going through, especially having that it wasn't mutual but from how I see it and how long I've known you for, I am will aware that they are nothing compared to you." You looked into his serious pupils. You weren't really sure what he was trying to say. He saw you confusion, smiling to himself. "What I'm trying to say is that you deserve so much more Y/N." This was the first time you've heard him compliment you. Although it wasn't on work, hearing those words almost made you heart glow. "I don't know the details of your relationship and maybe I have no right to say this but I'm going to say this as not your boss, but as a friend who cares about you." You dipped your head low once again. "You don't deserve something half-assed. You don't deserve to be in pain. Whatever that person did, they didn't deserve the amount of love you given and they most definitely deserve to be with someone so precious as you. I hope you're able to understand that." He tried to search for your expression but he couldn't see from your head low. Suddenly he heard sniffles as you wiped your face. His eyes widen before standing up to get a box of tissues, kneeling down beside you. "Are you still crying over them?"

You laughed, choking between your tears at how humiliating it is for Noah to see you like this. "No. Just at how humiliating this looks." He lets out a small chuckle, getting a tissue and lightly dapping it on your cheeks. You froze from his sudden actions. You've never seen him so up close before. Was he always this handsome? His gentle and delicate touch with his worried expression as he wiped your tears. "Thank you for your kind words Mr. Han. It really brought me back to reality."

He smiled sweetly. "That's good to hear. Now stop crying or you're going to have puffier eyes." You jumped up from your seat as Noah stood up. You were about to excuse yourself to go to the washroom when you felt a hand pull you back, crashing into his chest. "You're someone very important to me. So I won't let anyone make you go through that again." He whispered.

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Every since that night, Noah has been very expressive, especially towards you. Leaving notes time to time when your away from your desk of encouragement, trying to have more friendly conversations to even finding you around the whole building for no legit reason, it was almost like Noah was checking on to see if you were doing okay. Of course you were extremely thankful that you and Noah could speak on more personally terms instead of business but your heart started feeling some type of way towards him and you knew you weren't suppose to feel this way. Not towards your boss at least. You try to conclude his acts of kindness as his duty as the CEO and nothing more. You were having lunch with your coworkers at the staff lounge as they all questioned you about Noah's change of behavior.

"Is it just me or is Noah more attentive towards you?" You almost chocked on your soup.

"Right? He's always looking for you but once he finally finds you, it's almost awkward on why he was looking for you in the first place." They all started giving you suspicious glances.

You disagreed. "He's just going his job checking up on everyone."

Your best friend raises her brow. "Are you sure it's nothing more." You clicked your tongue, almost letting out a curse from her teasing expression.

"I have been working for Mr. Han for almost 10 years. I am almost certain that his actions means nothing more but his duty." You confidently replied.

"Than what about you? What are your feelings?" They all leaned in with anticipation. Was it appropriate to feel this way towards your boss? What if it was all a misunderstanding all along?

"Towards Noah? Well he's really observant and thoughtful." Right as you were about to continue you heard someone clear their throat at the door. Turning your head, you shrieked, meeting eyes with Noah who was leaning against the doorway.

The room fell silent as he stepped into the room, displaying his charming smile as per usual. "I hope I'm not disturbing your lunch break right now." Everyone shook their heads at you looked up at him. He was standing right in front of you. "Y/N, are you free for dinner tonight?" You eyes widen, sensing the smirks and silent giggles from the coworkers in front of you.

"Y-Yes." You quickly replied, heart racing.

He grins. "Great. Then it's a date." He left without another word. Right as the door closed, all your friends ran over to you, cheering you on as you become a hot mess. Noah leaned at the side door, hearing the muffled screams before heading back to his office with a smile plastered on his face.

"The conference meeting as been rescheduled to this upcoming Thursday. Right after the meeting will be another meeting with company B regarding updates on the project launch. I will have papers and the reports ready by tomorrow." You updated Noah on the schedules changes after lunch. As much as you were feeling overwhelmed and still in shocked at what happened at lunch, you tried to remain collected, at least in front of him. He was leaving against the front of his desk, as you gave him the updated schedule, fingers briefly brushing against each other as you flinched a little before stepping back a bit.

"Thank you for the update, Y/N." You bowed. "You don't have a car, is that correct?" You quietly nodded. "Perfect, then I'll drive you to dinner after work." He approached you, getting dangerously close, patting your head. You looked up. "You've got a bit of a flyaway." Your hand touched your head, trying to cover it up. Just then someone knocked on his door. "It'll see you tonight." He whispered before letting the person in as you left his office, flustered.

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You've been watching the time past, counting down till the end of your shift. At the strike of 5:00PM, everyone started leaving the office. Your friends who passed by, give you muted encouragements and smirks as you shoo them away before Noah. You patiently waited, finishing up some paper work for roughly 15 minutes when his office door opened. He stepped out, holding his jacket and bag. You quickly packed your things, following him along. He escorted you to his car, opening the door for you to get in before walking around to the drivers seat. "Ready?" You shyly nodded. He started the engine before the two of you arrived at a luxurious restaurant. You were greeted by the amazing modern yet classy interior. The host brought you to your table near the window that outlooks the night life of the city. After placing your orders, the two of you have light conversations. It was still a little awkward for you getting comfortable around him but you could feel how warm the atmosphere was. "It still amazes me." He took a sip of his drink. "It's almost as if you're a new person outside of work." You paused midway of drinking your drink as your ex's voice echoed in your head.

"It's almost as if you're a new person." Noah saw your dazed expression. "Ah, sorry. Did I say something wrong?"

"No no. It just reminded me of something someone told me before." You placed down your wine, swirling it around on the table.

He cleared his throat. "I meant what I said in a good way." He clarifies. "You're always so hardworking and put together. It's almost as nothing can bring you down. But being able to see this side of you, well, it almost reminds me that you're human after all." The two of you laughed. "I like this side of you. The side where you don't have to be perfect. The side where you can be you, and specially you. Don't you?" He held up his glass to you as you lifted your, clinking them together.

Dinner was pleasant, filled with wholesome laughter, deep conversations and delicious food. It was a night that you'll never imagine having with Noah but also one where you were finally true to your feelings. You knew you liked Noah, but decided to keep it to yourself, as a you didn't want to ruin what you have with him now. "Let me drive you home" You frantically shook your head, waving your hands in front of you.

"It's alright. You've already brought me to this beautiful place and paid for dinner. I'll just take the taxi home."

He grabbed one of your wrist, pulling you to his car. "It's dangerous to be alone at this time. Plus, you're intoxicated. You got into his car, defeated by your attempts. The car back to your place was surprisingly quiet. Your head were filled of thoughts of what you should say and what you shouldn't.

"Thank you once again for everything tonight, Mr. Han. I will be sure to repay you next time." You heard him chuckle.

"I heard that you drop titles and honorifics outside of work and during gatherings." You little out a shy chuckle. "We're outside work yet you still address me as you do at work." He pulled up to your place. You didn't want to leave just yet. I wanted to stay with him a little longer.

"Well, that's because you're my boss..." You trailed off, trying to defend yourself. He turned his attention away from the wheel and at you.

"So you can address me as 'Noah' with your coworkers but not me?" You looked at him confusingly, before the scene during lunch break relasped.

"Towards Noah? Well he's really observant and thoughtful." Your jaw dropped from realization. "Ah, that's-"

"What a dream it'll be to heard Y/N address my title. I guess that's just who I am to her, even after all these years." He thought out loud, crossing his arms over his chest. Peeking over at you to see your guilty expression. How cute you were to tease. "Y/N." You flinched looking at his playful smile. He slowly leaning closer as your back hit the door of the car. "Call me Noah." You squinted your eyes shut as his face was inches away from yours. You could feel his breath on your cheek.

"Noah..." You let you a small voice. You heard the seat shuffle before opening one of your eyes to see him seated back.

"I couldn't hear you."

You rolled your eyes. How playful he can be. " Mr. Noah." You repeated, sounding more confident. He lets out a laugh.

"No exactly what I'm looking for but I guess it'll come along with practice." He teased once again before you gave him a playful glare.

You crossed your arms, looking out the window. "Why are you acting like this, do you like me or something?" You questioned out of the blue. Maybe it was the wine you drank, but you were loosened up. There was silence on his end as you saw his reflect through the window and turned to look at him. He was resting his arms over the wheel, head slightly tilted. His charming smile almost made your heart burst.

"You caught me."

Your pupils widen, feeling your face heat up, completely taken back from his response. He tries to reach over to touch your cheek before you opened the door, stepping out. He looked surprised, with a hint of sadness by your actions but you didn't want this to be a misunderstanding. You cleared your throat, sitting back into the car, looking straight as he was startled by your confusions behavior. Just then, you leaned over to him, giving him a kiss on the cheek before stepping out once again. "Thank you for driving me and dinner tonight." You bit your lip for the next part. "Good night, N-Noah." You bowed, walking away. His face slowly lit up as he chuckled at himself by how adorable you looked before driving home. You closed the door behind you as you let out a long sigh, feeling your heart race. You smiled to yourself, shaking your head at how cute he was.

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Keep rotating a theoretical fic in my mind where our Mobius ends up with the two kids to raise, and introduces Loki to them. However. This is one of the universes where Loki attacked New York, and the boys very quickly realize who he is. They are understandably disconcerted by this (although they trust Mobius too much to be genuinely frightened because this is a very angst!lite fic in my head), and while they are soon awed/delighted/amused by Loki, they decide to keep up the act for a bit, on the Thor-ish child's side because he wants to make sure his Dad's not being overly nice and innocent and putting himself in danger, and the Loki-ish child for initially the same reason; however he very quickly decides Loki's alright but keeps egging his brother on because he thinks making the grownups sweat is very funny. And oh boy is it working. Loki is sweating bullets, puling out all the stops, has never been so desperate for approval as he is from these two small children because how long will Mobius keep around someone who scares his kids?? Mobius is having a less bad time on the whole; he can tell his kids aren't horribly frightened (even if he can't seem to make Loki believe he's not just trying to calm him when he says so), but he sure is on edge. Keeps coming up with new elaborate strategies to facilitate at least baseline civility from his kids towards Loki (he struggles to quiet the nagging fear that if it goes on too long Loki might decide the unpleasantness of engaging with this central part of Mobius' life just isn't worth it). Thinks maybe it'd be best if they give the kids a bit of distance to adjust *cue Loki materializing in the room with a gaming console that won't be out for another month and worryingly realistic wooden swords and three new kid-friendly magic routines and would the kids like to meet his brother's buddy Hogun who can train them with those sw—" Most importantly, Mobius has got to put a stop to this because he's pretty sure that whatever it started as this has developed into his children's scheme to manipulate a god into making them the proud owners of a sailboat and a horse. And it's working.

Anon thank you for giving me enough life to get through the upcoming day 😂💖

Honestly even though it's not something I see Mobius wanting in series I'm obsessed from a fic perspective with the thought of him stepping in to take care of the kids perhaps after Don gets taken by the TVA after his nexus event?? Then because he's always been smitten by minor facts like Loki taking over a major US city he doesn't really consider the impact that's had back on the timeline while it's always in the back of Loki's mind, so when it comes time to make introductions Loki assumes any nervousness or hesitation is because of his reputation when in reality Mobius is just worried they'll be upset he's been clearly dating this entire time and didn't say anything 😅

Cue Mobius being pleased the cautious greetings and wide eyed stares being passed back and forth are pretty much the best case scenario here while the kids instantly enter the exact situation you described of cautiously then much, much more boldly testing exactly how dedicated Loki is to their dad, first out of concern then just to push the boundaries of how much cool stuff they can get after realizing how amazing Loki is and how much they like spending time with someone who gets the need for chaos lmao.

(Cue Mobius not being so pleased when the house starts magically expanding like a Tardis to fit increasingly large and at times alarming sentient objects that were definitely not there when he made breakfast and no one's convincing him otherwise but who would want life any other way 🤣)

#this is so so GOOD thank you again for such an amazing ask!!!#all this time we're waiting for them to come back they're co-parenting in cleveland and everything's grand i just know it #i'm not even a kid person myself but lokius at pta meetings and stuff is revitalizing me like nothing i could've dreamed of 😂#will definitely be living in the amazing scenario you created all day and would love to know if the fic ever becomes reality #or about any other ideas you'd love to share!! tysm for sharing and am sending all the love your way to have an amazing day 💖#ask

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Ellie & Henry; An Unbreakable Bond

Hello. I don't have much in the way of request but I do have two ideas all involving Ellie so likely separate oneshots

#1: An alt ending to an existing scenario or your own scenario where Ellie dies and Henry witnesses it (Think of it as Ellie's version of the "Valiant Hero" ending) the circumstances are up to you it could be Henry and Ellie on their own, them being members of the tophat clan (or Henry as the leader) or them being the good guys with Charles possibly in the story I'm fine with either route

#2: Henry after escaping the wall stops and with hesitation turns around and heads back for Ellie feeling a twinge of guilt for using her and leaving her behind

This one was a lot of fun for me to write even if it took me a while. Down below are the tags for each prompt;

1) Tw/Tags: Toppat Recruits, Heavy Angst, Hurt/Little To No Comfort (Depends On How You See It), Major Character Death, Blood, Emotional Distress, Mild Mentions Of Depression, & (RoseMin) Relationship Can Be Seen As Platonic Or Romantic

2) Tw/Tags: Developing Friendship, Light Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Betrayal, Inner Turmoil, Complicated Relationships & Hopeful Ending

This isn't supposed to happen. It was never part of the game. Nobody is meant to die in this timeline. Not anyone that he particularly cared for but not her.

Not Ellie. His best friend and companion in crime.

She was meant to be here with him. After all they went through together she shouldn't be ripped from his grasp.

Until now she was. Forever gone and he isn't able to change it. He didn't know what to do, even witnessing her totally preventable, and irreversible demise took its toll on him. It was his fault. He could've done something to stop it from happening though it was yanked out of his hands.

Said hands are shaking as he kneels down to her still warm corpse. The death rattle having been seared into his brain. They fist up then relax, clutching tightly like a vice on Ellie's bloodstained shirt.

It wasn't until much later, realized the severity of what had been done, that he's screaming his lungs out, crying, and in such a frenzied state nobody can get him out of it for hours on end.

Afterwards, when someone else in the clan, he couldn't tell who it was, had managed to tear him away from her, he was somewhat able to cool down. He's put in a safe place, alone per his weepy wish to cope.

She was dead because of him.

She choked on her own blood, withering in awful pain because of his mistakes.

Her gorgeous eyes once full of love and pride stared at him with a glassy unfocused haze, fresh with her own tears as life slowly slips from her.

It was torture knowing he was alone again as he's left to wallow in his misery. Often he laid in the same bed she would lovingly and so carefully drag him out of when he himself was too depressed to get up.

But nobody was there to do that. No one who does it like her. They tried, surely in their own unique way however it wasn't the same. Him and Ellie had a specific deep bond.

So it was difficult accepting her death, a slow progression, and it was a hard pill to swallow, that's for sure.

In the unfortunate circumstances, he noted in a rotten grimace, that there's nothing he can do besides sucking it up. At the start, a few days after Ellie's death, he didn't try, instead played ignorance. His words exact, rarely he does speak, will only consist of the topic that she will come back to him in some shape or way.

Eventually, people grew tired and left him to his devices, he understood why. Still they did try their best to be a shoulder to lean on if he allowed them. For some, he did do that when he couldn't fight anymore. Oftentimes he was eerily silent, still crying but it eluded him once he realized that no longer did anything come out.

And so he stands on the special balcony for the orbital station that's shielded nicely with a thick, sturdy glass. The void of space colored in blacks, blues, purples and his favorite, red was refreshing as it is a daunting beauty. His sore eyes were dry when he wiped his sleeve across them, sniffling and wincing a bit at the slight pain. He grips his shaking hands on the banister, breathing deeply through his nose as he watches the larger than life twinkling stars hover above him.

He is going to get better for his sake. Ellie's even since he knows she wouldn't stand for this.

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Regret seeps in like poison. Henry was used to being alone, always on his own. So when climbing through the vents and popping out, he hesitates to move forward. It wouldn't be the first time he betrayed someone or had the same happened to him.

Though this was different. Somehow unlike the times he did this, Henry felt bad. Guilty.

In a world, cruel and unfit towards people like him and coincidently her as well should know better better to blindly trust. That's why he did what he'd done without having looked back to see her reaction as his experiences with the same hardened him.

She was down on her luck. Just like him but she entirely gave up. He still had his fight in him. That's why he's here to begin with, right behind two guards chattering away unaware of his presence, while deciding what to do next. About to make a break for it.

Maybe he should head back just for the heck of it. What would go wrong?

So he did, begrudgingly, mind you, he wasn't used to this.

Once he returns to the hole in the ceiling, he cautiously peeks over, taking in the scene of the redheaded woman now curled up in the furthest corner. In the room already so empty and cold, near the door, is the warden’s right hand looking straight ahead, again unaware.

Softly he makes a noise in order to get her attention which she wasn't bothering to try, even ignoring to seemingly in his growing annoyance. The redhead must know he's here for her.

He's just trying to help her! In some way he was trying to apologize and that's rare for someone like him anyways.

As the thief resists the urge to hiss louder or even cut his losses and turn back, he hooks his feet on the hanging staircase. Why it was there is beyond him. Then he curses it upon losing his footing, falling to a crumpled heap in front of the shocked woman.

Before long he stumbled on his feet, she was gobsmacked to see him as he grabbed onto her arm. Unsurprisingly, the warden’s deputy noticed, stormed into the waiting cell, seeing that Henry was without his cuffs. It won't be long when the true shit goes down so he'd have to rush for it.

Hope for the best outcome as this wasn't his plan.

With her in tow, forcibly behind him, he made a beeline to the door. He may be a scrawny guy at least compared to the other man but he isn't a literal pushover. Thankfully, as by pure luck it remains at his side too once he barrels past, knocking the other down with ease. Another surprise to him is that she's running alongside with little resistance.

The blaring noise of sirens rings in his ears seconds later. He kept going, huffing from the exertion and the mild irritation that throbs in his head. Soon he takes a sharp turn down the hallway, a path chosen in his mind.

It won't be his smartest, cleverest ones out there, just one that would work for right now at this moment. At the hall's end, close to an office, he slams a fist into a circuit board on the wall, all in the dwindling hopes it's the right choice.

The door slams shut so it was to his relief.

He lets go, turns to face her, when he does is instantly met with an angry scowl, and a cold glare. Worse, he is caged in and she can do anything to him. She doesn't, instead stands there, hunched, in stiff silence, except for her ragged breaths filling the air. The cuffs that completely covered her hands so that may be the sole reason why.

In his hesitancy, Henry steps forward, hands up in faux surrender, with no words that he's no threat to her. Eyeing her cuffs then at the room they're in, he notices one, the decently sized trophy likely carrying a heavy weight and secondly, the vent in the ceiling.

Moments later, trophy in hand, he bashes the cuffs until they drop on the ground broken. In a groan, he steps back, leaning on the table and motions to the ceiling. She runs her free hands together, as if attempting to gather the warmth.

Of course, she's highly skeptical. Right until he's on his knees ready to boost her up. He doesn't mind being the one to do the lifting this time. She looks around and he knows she's searching for another exit. Then she moves quite quickly, placing her foot on his knee.

In a flash, the hinges of the vent break apart and she climbs up.

Henry stands up, dusting off and he hears the sound of people outside the door get louder.

When he does look up at the ceiling, almost surprised to see she remains there, allegedly waiting, maybe uncertain about the choices laid out for her. It won't shock him whether she takes the grand opportunity to simply leave him behind.

Until she stretches a hand out for him.

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electronicinfluencerdinosaur · 2 years

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I get the angst… don’t love it but yeah (INSERT EYE ROLL)

Excuse the length of this post!

So initially at the beginning of the season I really thought there was no need for angst. You want something, you go for it. And I still stand by that. Except now seeing how this relationship has developed between Tim and Lucy it’s clear to me they don’t recognize what they feel. When I say they don’t recognize, all I’m saying is that they are in the “examination” phase. They are looking at the entirety of their relationship and saying “where, what, how, when did this person become the center of my world. ” The kisses really spawned realization that their feelings are more and the angst is them coming to the understanding holy shit this isn’t just lust or attraction. You could argue for Lucy it was earlier but the pull backs from each scenario (hug in S4 and proposal) just tell me they really are doing what we all do to protect ourselves. We insulate ourselves w/ the “it’s not possible” mentality to preserve our ego, to save ourselves from rejection. And yes they both think the other doesn’t feel the same and it wouldn’t be a dramatic show without that foolishness. But what can I say… it’s a tale as old as time.

The being in love part is new to both of them & they don’t recognize it’s love. Again I don’t think Tim loved Isabel like this. I’m not naive enough to think they don’t suspect it but they just keep saying “no it’s not possible” because it’s life altering. This person that’s your closest friend actually becomes the love of your life would obviously shake up your whole world. Two people very unfamiliar with being taken care of, loved, and supported by their respective partners would probably not be able to verbalize that deep feeling after two kisses. This angst phase is the realization there is more under the surface and it takes time to examine what they’ve been burying deep. It leads me to believe they’re really pushing for this deep love/ relationship with these two. So it feels like they’re going in on that note and I hope they do these characters justice. Let them love honestly, fully, and blissfully when the moment comes. Writers I’m talking to you. Lucy and Tim don’t know how to contextualize what they feel at this moment. They yearn for one another, they have this overwhelming feeling of need, protection, care, trust for one another. Life put them in scenarios where they showed up for one another with deep care and respect. That respect and care grew to an honest feeling. To us the viewer it’s clear it’s love. To the characters, Tim and Lucy it’s not something they can pinpoint so I now get the need for the angst. I don’t love it. It’s slightly innately cynical and sure gets the ratings pull but I kind of also get it from a character development perspective. And like everyone I can’t wait to get those moments of open love and domestic bliss for Tim and Lucy. I think Chris will show true colors soon too esp with the Elijah Stone Rico case happening. Manifesting he’ll be an ex soon! He is DelMonte’s buddy and I just think he’ll need to be a disappointment to further hit the point he’s not the right guy. She knows it but obviously there is the guilt, the safety of him wanting her, the miscommunications so I hope he takes off the mask soon.

I have to say one thing I like about The Rookie because it’s not really my type of show (at all) actually, it’s that it’s unabashedly optimistic or somewhat upbeat. It can come off corny or cheesy at times but I like that it doesn’t take itself seriously and gives you true escapism for 50 minutes. I think Ted Lasso was that in S1 and very few shows lean on that note. Especially police procedurals unless they are full comedy. It’s not a perfect show by any means but it’s nice. Don’t know what other way to describe it except it feels like a warm bowl of soup. LOL. I was talking to a friend the other day and was like man I just binged watched Five Days at Memorial, got to watch The Rookie for levity. It’s really levity that I get from this show. Even on difficult topics it doesn’t wallow as deep. I can’t describe it. You know what I’m talking about right? I’m not the only one right?

#chenford #chenfordedit #the rookie spoilers #therookieedit #lucy x tim #tim and lucy #tim x lucy #the rookie season 5 #the rookie s5 #the rookie #tucy

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dumpster-lizard · 10 months

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We need more shipping positivity out here so I'm gonna go off about all the Ghirahim ships I can think of and why they're rad. Now, if you purely like vanilla ships, you might not like these for the same reasons I do! I love toxic and/or angsty dynamics, and love the darker sides of all these ships so I'm going to focus a lot on those parts. I'll look at the vanilla perspective where I can too. If you like this and want me to try another Zelda Character (preferably a villain) shoot me an ask and I can do this for other characters!!

GhiraLink - The OG- I feel like most people who ship him with anyone shipped him with Link first. I certainly did. There's a ton you can do with them man. Link is tied to Zelda as Ghirahim is tied to his master and both are pawns in the greater scheme of things. You can do so many ways - personally I do prefer the darker route that plays into the creepy obsessive side of the character. The softer versions of the ship are nice too, though personally I like it better when you can see Ghiras development in these depictions. They can find solace in each other post game- and if you hc Demise was a bastard to Ghirahim this is also an opportunity for him to unlearn all the bad shit. Ghirahim becoming Link's new sword too? agh, Good Soup.

GhiraDemi: Master/Servant dynamic is ALWAYS a winner in my book. The adoration Ghirahim has for Demise is fantastic, and makes for a great dynamic whether it's returned or not. Again, I do like the darker route here, cause they are both mean bastards- I like the idea of Demise rubbing off on Ghirahim... but also think it would be rad if Ghirahim was deeply disturbed and violent BEFORE they met. Let them be terrible together, let them be CODEPENDANT! The angst potential for this ship is absolutely fantastic, and regardless of the level of toxicity you prefer - you KNOW he didn't handle it well when Demise was sealed, and he was left alone for centuries. I

DemiGhiraLink: Real ones know. Kudos to the folks who have made it their own and put different spins on it.

GhiraFi: I've drifted away from this ship, but it's still the parallels that get me. How they are functionally for the same purpose but so different? Have they always been like that? Which one changed? There are so many stories you could give them that could provide a variety of rich histories. I personally love the angst portion here. Love a good betrayal. Adore the scenarios people come up with where Ghirahim speaks to Fi during the events of the game, whenever she's separated from Link. And, of course, depending on whether you think she was changed, he could realize there's something wrong, this isn't the person he knew, and he would never get the closure of explaining himself. Or, if she remembers... Ghirahim being cold to her to avoid his feelings so he can do his job. Maybe a solemn understanding on Fi's side.

GhiraZant: Two super different guys dedicated to the same master. Both are massive creeps in their own right (see Zant's confrontation with Midna after the water temple), but have way different motives. Zant wanted to be a king. Ghirahim wanted to serve a king. I can see that being a good source of conflict. Perhaps they could find solace in each other if they ever understood they were being used.. or just magnify each other's obsession with their master. I suppose it depends on how much either of them remember. Does Zant remember the end of TP? Does Ghirahim remember the end of SkSw? The timeline of Hyrule Warriors is pretty unclear. Of course, there are AUs where Zant finds Ghirahim in TP...

GanGhira: Very similar to Ghirademi, but give Ghira some internal conflict about serving this mortal who's so different from his perfect master. Would he hold Ganondorf to higher standards? Would he just settle? Would he admire Ganondorf with the same fervor he did for Demise? Or, perhaps he sought Ganondorf out purposefully to continue his master's legacy. I have a lot of thoughts of a sword spirit mentoring a younger Ganondorf though sword fighting, dark magic, and seeding a deep hatred for the Goddesses. And it wouldn't be difficult, Hyrule really does create its own enemies.

GanGhiraZant: Combine the above two and add in Zant's dynamic with Ganondorf, and you've got some good soup babes GhiraVaati: I like Ghirahim, and I like Vaati (understatement of the century). And these two could NOT be more different. Vaati is essentially the hylian equivalent of a fae that decided he wanted to be a god and has a serious issue with authority. Meanwhile, Ghirahim is drawn to authority to the point he "waited his whole existence" for the chance to bring his master back. Now, perhaps Ghirahim would admire Vaati for this - ignoring his minish origins. But if we throw Ganondorf in the mix, I'm talking rivalry, I'm talking petty fights, hohoho it can get UGLY! Good opportunity for Enemies to rivals to friends to lovers here.

Getting into ships I'm not too knowledgeable on --

GhiraZel: Look. Heroine/Villain ships rock. Especially if you go with the HC Ghirahim betrayed Hylia and/or was her original sword. Perhaps he has some lingering regret about that. Perhaps he has mixed feelings about sacrifincing her- or perhaps he redirects his feelings into something more malicious. This isn't a ship I'm personally drawn to but there are quite a few possibilities and Godspeed to the folks that ship this, you rock.

GhiraVolga: Look a dragon getting possessive over what he deems a valuable treasure just gets to me ok. Two monsters, both keeping a barely restrained facade, but one that can turn into a fire-breathing monster at will? It's been a while since I indulged in this ship, but I know firsthand there ARE fics out there that explore this better than I can.

GhiraImpa: Could be an interesting history with these two. Considering, Ghirahim certainly have very intense feelings towards her in game. To the people who ship this rarepair I see you and I love you.

I know I definitely missed some, so feel free to send me any other rarepairs so I can send them some love too!

#I dont really think this needs tags #it'll probably show up in searches anyway #this is a nice challenge to do if youre interested #If yall remember the GhiraDemiLink au im talking about you deserve a veterans discount #its funny- i read ghiralink fics before but it was that AU that actually drew me to tumblr way back

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foreverisntenough · 4 days

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Hello,

I’ve been here since you posted the first chapter of ”you’re mine” and I just want to say thank you! You’re such a good writer and I really think your work deserves so much more attention.

You’ve been keeping us fed with a new chapter every 3 days it feels like and everytime I come on tumblr I check to see if you posted a new chapter 🤩

During ”You’re mine” I thought that we would get some crazy plottwist where T would turn out to be a psycho or smthn because of the lovebombing but honestly I prefer the lighthearted path you choose. I get what people mean with ”only smut and fluff” but tbh I dont mind it at all. I absolutely loooove the way you write the smut and like you said it is a big part of their relationship and the kind of couple they are. And sure, angst can put more depth into their relationship and the storyline by seeing how they deal with it and react but sometimes its just nice to read something that makes me feel happy and at ease too.

The new chapter had me in tears when Trent and Y/n had their mini speeches to eachother after Teddy was born 🥲 Your writing really makes me feel the emotions behind the words.

Since this is such a developed fic I think you have the space to challenge yourself and explore your talent when writing and try new/different things outside of your comfort because you are a really good writer and I truly believe you can only go up from here. Even if it doesnt hit (which i doubt) we will be here and support and keep reading!

Since last weeks event with T (💔😒) Ive been massively put off from him but I will keep reading your fic regardless cause of how good it is and T in your story is our T.

Im sorry if its a bit all over the place 😅 I just wrote what was in my mind so it might be a bit jumbled. And also English isnt my first language so if anything is wrong appologies 🫶🏼

Youre a really good writer, I hope you know that and never doubt it!

Love ❤️

Okay, this took me a moment to respond to because it was so sweet. I wanted to make sure my response got everything. Firstly, THANK YOU 🥰 This was so kind.

Thank you for noticing my posting cadence. I really like to write and it comes naturally to me but it still does take some time. I hope people like how much I post! I don’t get a ton of engagement so it means a lot when people do! (TY if you do!)

I totally see where you’re coming from but I’m not a twist type person or at least not in this fic! I put a warning for love bombing on ‘You’re Mine’ because I know it was there but it also I kinda like that and that’s the whole story is Trent just completely enamored with this girl.

I will keep the smut. Maybe tone its frequency back but I genuinely think it is an element of their relationship that helps them connect. I think it’s a place where Y/N feels love and happy with her body.

I agree about angst. I do like it other peoples fics. It’s really good but also I like that these two stories are a majority of happy scenarios.

The latest chapter was emosh for me too. I am really happy for them 🥹

I definitely want to keep pushing my self and developing the stories I create. Thank you for complimenting my writing.

Yeah, real life T, is only human. It’s hard when we put someone on such a pedestal. I personally really like the fic version lol 😂

Your English was amazing btw! I appreciate you writing this so much. I loved all your comments. I hope you keep reading the stories. If you ever think of any ideas or have any more thoughts always message me 🫶

Ily!!!

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fandom asks ✨ 3, 5, 7, 10, 15, 23, 24 (if it's too many, just choose the ones you wanna do!)

hi, thanks for the ask!! and no, it's not too many at all, i love answering questions

3. a character that fandom has helped you appreciate

any woman characters in anything tbh. this is in part due to how underrepresented women are in media, and i will also freely admit to being slightly influenced by the misogyny in our society and in fandom spaces, but i never really paid that much attention to female characters until i started actively participating in fandom. i do hope that i've gotten over that flaw in my perception, and will keep getting over it as my understanding of people and my characterisation in my own writing improves and develops

5. something you see in fics a lot and love

for hamilton - the very popular idea that ham is afraid of storms. i don't care that it's overdone or whatever, i love me some good anxiety and ptsd and i love me some good ham angst. for mcyt - i haven't actually read mcyt fics in a while, but i love the idea that all the life people remember every game across servers. it has soo much potential for angst in my opinion

7. your favourite tropes to read/write/draw

ohh man. hurt/comfort is everything to me, specifically the kind where one character cries in front of the other. hurt no comfort is also great, and there's also a specific one that i'll try to sum up in a concise way - character suffering in silence while everyone around them slowly begins to notice that something's wrong, all eventually culminating in them having some kind of breakdown in front of all these people in which the extent of their misery is revealed. this one's all i need in my life tbh, i wish there were more fics with this scenario

10. a blog (mutual or one you follow) that has made your fandom experience brighter

well. i confess that you came to mind first. like, your fics? i've been afraid to read some of them because i know that i'll get destroyed (/pos). the founding fucks? i have so much fun there. i'll admit that i'm rather lonely and coming off a messy friend-divorce, so having people to talk to and have fun with and be inspired by has been quite great. also you're just so nice? and you introduced me to 1776? and whump: the musical has done wonders for my creativity, i've had so much fun coming up with all the prompts and writing them, and it's kind of made me realise - i can write whatever i want. like, it doesn't have to be a long multiple k words fic, or have a whole story - i can literally write one specific scene. i can write for fun, fully, without worrying about my perfectionism kicking me in the ass. which, my perfectionism does tend to lead to masterpieces, but not everything has to be a masterpiece, and whump: the musical has played a big role in me realising that. so, uh, yeah!! thank you so much for brightening my fandom experience!

15. the character that always makes you smile

well, to be honest, this changes - whoever i'm hyperfixating on at the time makes me smile. but some of my favourite characters are 1776 adams, ham, hewlett in turn, and also watching a mcyt's new video never fails to make me smile

23. the fandom you're curious about because of a mutual

all the musicals in whump: the musical tbh. i've added them to my List™ (that thing is sooo long help /lh)

24. how has fandom positively impacted your life?

it's provided me an outlet for my creativity and a place i can go when real life gets to be too much. additionally, my special interest is humans and their emotions, personalities, particularly their misery - so fandom plays right into that. and also some experiences i've had with certain people while part of fandom have taught me a lot about friendship, people pleasing, trusting people and learning how to interact with people in general. and while those experiences did hurt, i'm ultimately grateful for the stronger and better person i've become as a result

ask game

#askdisaster #damn this one's a long one-

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dkniade · 7 months

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Not gonna lie, I voted for the platonic option in the poll. My reasoning is that I'd really just like to hang out with some of these characters and get to know them. Character analysis has always been my thing and I'd like to see other's takes on them. I'm hardly one to write it out for myself as much as putting them in situations, but the ones I find are quite nice.

Context: types of reader inserts

Yeah, it’d be interesting to hang out with the characters and see what they’d do. I likewise enjoy how others interpret the characters and how it comes across in their writing. It seems to allow for more diverse scenarios too, which is refreshing to see.

Also, speaking of getting to know characters—

(I ended up talking about the development in Kaeya’s & Albedo’s character story so it got a lot longer than I had expected. Also has some reader inserts I like at the end)

It seems fan fiction—at least the ones I’ve come across—is written with the assumption that the reader knows about the overall setting/background of the source media. E.g. if someone’s looking for canon-compliant Kaeya-and-Diluc-centric angst/hurt-comfort fic, then it’s generally assumed that the reader knows about the two’s strained past relationship to some degree. So for short reader insert stories (one shots), exposition for the (non-reader) character’s backstory isn’t usually the focus (in my experience)—

(Occasionally I find some where the reader insert’s backstory is just forced straight into the first few paragraphs in a tell-don’t-show fashion like “Your parents were always busy so you always had to take care of yourself but ever since you met [character] your life began to change.” That feels rather dry to read. It’s more fun (and difficult) to scatter bits and pieces of info across the story to imply the reader insert’s backstory.)

—But I think a little exposition for a character background works, so that the story can kind of stand on its own even as fan fiction. Making the context specific when it comes to a scene about why a character is acting a certain way helps set the scene too. Maybe I do it for my stories in general so I don’t forget why I’m writing a character in a way. I tend to forget about character motivation a lot in the middle of writing…

When I say specific context that helps one to know the character… Let’s compare and contrast Kaeya and Albedo’s character stories as examples.

KAEYA’s Character Details gives basic info on his position in the Knights of Favonius. “目前他担任西风骑士团的骑兵队长，是一位可靠的行动派、深得琴信任的人物。” -> “Currently he’s the Cavalry Captain of the Knights of Favonius. He’s a reliable person who gets things done, a figure who Jean trusts immensely.”

(Official English version: “Kaeya currently serves as the Cavalry Captain of the Knights of Favonius, and is trusted by Jean.”)

*行动派 describes someone who prefers to do things instead of thinking/talking about them. Man of action is closest the equivalent I could find in English… But someone who gets things done works too.

Story 1 is about his reputation(s) in Mondstadt, his love for alcohol and his ability to manipulate his words and get information (there should be a better way to word this…). “It's hard to imagine someone as mischievous, amiable, and wine-loving as Kaeya being the Cavalry Captain of the Knights of Favonius. Hunters and bandits alike are often among Kaeya's drinking buddies. As wary of him as they may initially be, all are ultimately disarmed by his smooth talking, and end up telling him everything he wants to know.”

Story 2 tells us Kaeya’s view on justice and his unconventional/somewhat sadistic choice of methods in getting things done (e.g. triggering a Ruin Guard and putting both his foes and allies in danger, relishing his allies’ momentary hesitation & his enemies’ fear in a life-or-death situation). The ruin guard part is a nice & specific little snapshot that highlights that part of him. I like how it’s told.

Story 3 is another snapshot but it’s rather subtle (so I’m not quite sure how to interpret it). “Kaeya battles against this threat to Mondstadt not only with his sword, but also with his smarts and his wit.” “When Death After Noon is out of season due to lack of supply, the number of reported incidents inside and outside the city show a drastic decrease, and this remains the case until Death After Noon returns to the market...” Given the previous stories that keep on emphasizing Kaeya’s connection to alcohol, one can interpret it as Kaeya dealing with the enemies a lot more when he’s not drinking/at a tavern… Or that it shows how Kaeya uses information given to him to his advantage, hence “his smarts and wit”… We learn a bit more about him.

And then, Stories 4-5 are about his past, but we’re given details of two specific events that impacted him, one for each story. Instead of saying “Kaeya’s relationship with his birth father and Crepus was like this”, it showed bits of dialogue, thoughts, weather conditions… Other characters’ reactions… Story 4 tells us his abandonment at the Dawn Winery, teases his Khaenri’ahn lineage, and how Crepus took him in. This is about his relationship with his birth father, and Crepus. Story 5 tells us his partnership with Diluc and their past reputations as knights. And then, we get Crepus’ death, another major event for him. “It was the first and only time that Kaeya failed in his duty.” We’re finally given background on why Kaeya is seen as reliable in the knights (character details), and why he’s trusted by Jean. And of course through these two scenes we get to learn about his past relationship with his birth father, Crepus, and Diluc.

And then, because contrast is important in having impact storytelling, we get to learn about an inconspicuous list, a break from the intense tragedies of the previous stories. It’s the object that gets highlighted before the Vision story (usually GI character stories have an item that’s discussed before the Vision section it seems). Lovely. Interestingly, it’s also in second person point of view… It’s got a similar nature as story 3. Motifs… First a report by a young knight (story 3), now a list that “meticulously records the details of bandits in the city and further afield, as well as mercenaries and mid-to-senior-level Treasure Hoarder members, listing for each entry a name, position, area of activity, and personal profile.” And then, “Your gut feeling is that Kaeya purposely let you see this list, but you have no way of proving it.” This feels strangely specific. (In Hidden Strife we also get an epistolary storytelling style…) Piecing the context together like this is fun.

And then we get the Vision story, and more details regarding his inner turmoil and an explanation for him concealing the truth (to Varka in Story 4 for example). Basically, it’s a long-winded way of saying, I like how the separate scenes show off different sides of Kaeya, each with a different context.

ALBEDO’s Character Stories, in comparison, seem to have roughly the same tone all the way through. His Character Details introduce his prowess at alchemy (“This young man displayed the true prowess of alchemy to all, bringing with him a massive corpus of wisdom that even the Sumeru Akademiya did not possess”) and his theme of birth., which he demonstrates.

Like Kaeya’s, Albedo’s Character Story 1 shows his social reputation, but glosses it over in a bunch of surface descriptions of he feels this, he feels that, he is this. (“Albedo's tendency to avoid social interactions does not make him a cold-hearted person. He is sincere and contented when instructing his assistants, Timaeus and Sucrose. He finds pleasure in giving his sketches to the citizens of Mondstadt.”)

His information about Alice, and his past with Rhinedottir and Khaenri’ah, is revealed in a very matter-of-fact and emotionally detached manner throughout Character Stories 2-5 and Albedo’s Artwork– But as I’m writing this, I wonder if it’s a third-person limited narrator? If it’s Albedo himself telling the tale, then it all makes sense as to why it’s told this way, since he—at least a part of him—is methodical…

The Vision section felt underwhelming when I first read it. (I had expected every Vision story to be of Kaeya’s calibre but I’m, of course, wrong, haha)(Saying this now, I wonder how Albedo’s Character Stories would be if Durin/Festering Desire and the Primordial Human Project are included in there too?)

But my point is, I don’t feel there’s a particular emotional climax in the progression of Albedo’s character story. In Story 4, he was abandoned by Rhinedottir—and he genuinely believed every one of her threats to abandon him if he couldn’t finish the assignments.

(“In the past, Albedo's assignments had always been very difficult. He had always believed wholeheartedly that his master would make good on her threat to leave him, should he fail. But this assignment she had left to him was far too hard, far beyond the limit of his abilities. Did this mean, then, that he was fated to never complete it, and thus never see his master again?”)

That should’ve been the climax of his character story, yet where’s the tension? Did it impact Albedo emotionally, and if so, I wonder, couldn’t the story show that a bit more? If it didn’t impact Albedo emotionally, maybe because of Alice’s care, I wonder if they could’ve told us about his views towards Alice some more in his story? The Albedo of the past and the Albedo of the (character story’s) present feels roughly the same, meanwhile the Kaeya of the past went through a lot to become the Kaeya of the (character story’s) present.

…Back to reader inserts and specific details in showing emotion.

Compared to Kaeya’s character story, maybe how a story unfolds feels different in a one-shot reader insert, which would likely be only one scene (unless it has multiple super condensed scenes). Over the years I’ve learned (from experience and from taking some writing courses) that—

1. Contrast makes emotions hit harder (e.g. we’re repeatedly told how popular, friendly, and mischievous Kaeya is, so perhaps it’s a surprise that his backstory is actually quite dark)

2. How much time elapses between various scenes is important (e.g. Kaeya’s stories 1-3 seem like they could happen across a few days or months, while story 4 suddenly pulls us back to a decade ago, and then some years after in Story 5, and from that point towards we’re slowly experiencing the afternoon of Diluc’s 18th birthday across Stories 5 and Vision. We get a more varied range of experiences this way.)

I suppose by now I could mention a few reader inserts that I enjoy. (Last one’s NSFW and the line I mention is suggestive)

by wipcore

changing seasons (Kazuha x reader)

This one I like for the Inazuma textile store assistant reader’s implied backstory and how Kazuha subtly changes them as their paths cross. It’s a specific character setting I didn’t encounter before.

only fools are satisfied (Kaeya x reader)

This one I like for the Sumeru scholar reader and Kaeya’s witty dynamic and for how it opens up the conflict and how Kaeya feels straight from the beginning. Again, it’s a unique character setting I rarely see.

by gold-rhine

NSFW First time sub afab! Kaeya x GN Dom! Reader

(It includes Diluc, Ayato, Gorou, and Kaeya separately but I specifically mean the Kaeya section because, let me just quote a line—)

“an intoxicating feverish thrill from how hungrily you rake your eyes over him mixing with both his own arousal and nervousness into a heady, daring mix.”

The alcohol metaphor, the similar feeling you get when reading the line in Kaeya’s friendship Lv 4 Companion Voiceline, “I have to say, though, that chatting with you is quite intoxicating... Actually, in much the same way that drinking is. So, I suppose... I'm just greedy and want to enjoy both of these pleasures at the same time.”

Yet, gold-rhine’s line works in that context while having it be undoubtedly Kaeya. That, is intoxicating.

And yet, it’s not just smut. There’s character development too, and Kaeya’s layers reveal themselves through the progression of the story in a similar way to how his character story progresses except with enough time that one set of emotions (including his trust issues and self-hatred and desire to please) is wonderfully explored.

…

Inevitably I ended up talking about storytelling again. Anyway, thank you for the comment on reader inserts. I think it’s interesting too, how between the line of character analysis and storytelling, in the hands and scenarios of different fic writers, a character can act differently, yet still retain that part of them that makes them them.

#dusk answers #dusk analysis #writing tips #genshin impact #Kaeya #albedo #reader insert #suggestive #(I quote a suggestive line from a reader insert near the end)#alcohol #(it’s a metaphor)#storytelling

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hawkeye/bj and/or charles/klinger for the ship ask meme

For both of these, I don’t ship them.

1. Why don’t I ship it?

For BJ/Hawkeye, it would be because BJ cares too much about his wife and kid to do such a thing. I think Hawkeye would go for it, but it’s OOC for BJ to do it, save for a drunken, emotional evening that he quickly realizes was a mistake. Now, if Peg were to divorce BJ or Peg were to die, then I could see it. I also like the idea that two men can be close friends. I like seeing examples of strong friendships.

For Charles/Klinger, it’s because Charles is not very nice to Klinger throughout the episodes, insulting his intelligence and/or race. And this is just a personal preference, but I don’t find the actor Jamie Farr attractive, so it doesn’t do it for me to picture him in scenarios.

2. What would have made me like it?

For BJ/Hawkeye, it would have to be mired in angst/guilt from BJ regarding his marriage, and/or BJ’s marriage would have to be essentially over before the advent of the relationship. For now, I appreciate the fact that Bj has a family waiting for him in the states and that he is loyal to them.

For Charles/Klinger, there’d have to be more positive character interaction in the show, coupled with some humble pie for Charles as he fully realizes Klinger’s assets in being kind to him at Christmas, his cleverness, resourcefulness, etc. There were two episodes that could have probably helped them form a bond, if they’d continued, that being They Call The Wind Korea and Death Takes A Holiday. To make a ship work, Charles would have to change his uppity attitude toward Klinger, which would take a fair amount of character development.

3. Despite not shipping it, do you have anything positive to say about it?

I can see the Beej/Hawk chemistry, and in two of my own written stories, I have Hawkeye and BJ fooling around but BJ changing his mind, and another in which Hawkeye pines for BJ. I’ve also read several BJ/Hawk stories on AO3 that had a good plot and lots of feedback. I prefer angsty romance for them due to BJ’s loyalty to his family. I’d read angsty Beejhawk for sure.

As for Charles/Klinger, I’ve read many of those stories on AO3 by its sole creator, and the author of those stories tends to focus on Charles’s appearance, which is preferable for me. She has a knack for describing their love and their relationship in such a way that it is something to strive for in any relationship. So I can read Charles/Klinger, and can enjoy it, but getting them to that point in my own stories would take a novel.

#thank you for the ask #writing asks #mash #mash meta

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Natsu Dragneel/Lucy Heartfilia Gray Fullbuster/Juvia Lockser Levy McGarden/Gajeel Redfox

all fairy tail characters basically

CharacterAlternate Universe -

Modern with Magic

Fluff and Angst / Romance / Friendship / developing feelings / Lucy has new spirits I checked constellations and gave her ones I thought were cool

Summary

Lucy is thrown into a world she didn’t know existed. Join her as she unravels this new world full of magic that brings adventure, romance and destruction along with it.

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Just a modern re-telling of Fairy tail following its arcs with a few twists and turns along the way💞

You can also read it here

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Chapter 14

Natsu was not used to being this stressed out about another person's well-being.

Well, that is if you don't count Happy.

But the exceed was like a brother/son to him, and he's raised the fur-ball since he'd hatched, so it was natural to worry about the little guy.

It seems the whole ordeal with Phantom Lord left Natsu a little on edge when it came to Lucy. It was so easy for them to take her during the attack, and by the time he found her, she was so battered and bruised.

Natsu never wanted to witness that again.

Ever since Lucy's first disappearance when she was taken by Juvia, he's had an irrational fear of going to her apartment and not finding her there.

Add on everything that they've found out about her family, and that her father was the one behind the attacks, and it all left Natsu feeling a little paranoid.

But could you blame him?

His partner seems to have a unique ability to attract trouble, which in retrospect shouldn't be a surprise for him, given with how they met, and with how well-suited she was for Fairy Tail, fitting in nicely with all the chaos.

Everyone here is a trouble magnet.

But even with all that aside, ever since he found out about it, there was a part of Natsu that feared Lucy's father coming after her, and him not being able to save her.

So when he walked into her empty apartment a few days ago, he knew something was wrong.

Natsu came over to see if she wanted to have breakfast with him and Happy, even though it was past noon by that point.

Looking around, he could tell that nothing in the apartment was out of place, and there was no sign of a struggle, she could've been at the guild for all he knew.

But his gut was telling him something different.

That's when he found the note on her coffee table. It was addressed to him, with an explanation for her absence and asking them to give her two days before coming after her.

Feeling a sense of panic overrun him, Natsu immediately took out his phone and tried calling her, hoping this was some sort of prank.

'She wouldn't actually go alone, would she?' He asked himself as he waited for her to pick up.

He heard the sound of her ringtone coming from her room, and as he followed the ringing, he saw Lucy's phone on the nightstand next to her bed.

Natsu hung up the call with a frustrated huff, flashes of different scenarios went through his head at the thought of Lucy in the clutches of her father.

The man hired Jose Porla to come after her, who knows what he's prepared to do now that she went to him willingly.

Considering Natsu was by no means a sensible creature, this just seemed to rattle him into overdrive.

Thinking back to it now, he doesn't regret marching to Fairy Tail and lying about her being kidnapped.

In fact, Natsu was 100% sure he would do it again.

He needed to know she was safe, and since she didn't bring her phone with her, this was his second-best option.

Sitting back, Natsu downed his Fire whiskey and looked down at his hand, where the ring she'd gotten him was sitting on his middle finger.

The dragon's ruby eyes seemed to twinkle back at him like it was going to start spewing fire at any moment.

Her present was a surprise to him.

Lucy hadn't even known about his affinity for gold or the hoard he had hidden away when she bought it for him. She had just seen a golden dragon and thought of him.

The fact that it was a fireproof ring just made it better.

He rarely wore jewelry because it usually ended up melted by his fire, thankfully he doesn't have to worry about this one.

He debated on whether he should wear it in fear of losing it, or just put it in his hoard for safekeeping.

In the end, he couldn't bring himself to bury the piece with his other treasures, Natsu wanted to proudly wear the gift his partner had picked out for him.

And he liked the fact that they were matching in a way.

He turned back to watch the crowd, or rather, to try and find Lucy amongst the sea of mages.

Spotting her golden hair in the crowd, he followed her with his eyes as she went around the guild, watching her with a smile on his face as she went from table to table talking, drinking, and laughing with everyone.

He watched as Levy pulled her up so they could dance to the song that was playing, the two girls spinning and laughing as they moved to the beat.

The New Year's party was in full swing, and while not everyone was wasted, there were a few of Cana's victims passed out under the tables.

'Poor souls, they never learn.' Natsu thought with a laugh as he spotted Makao sleeping cuddled next to an empty wine barrel.

Even he knew better than to challenge the card mage to a drinking competition.

There were no winners in that one.

Well, besides Cana.

Standing, Natsu made his way to the bar wanting another drink, and from the corner of his eye, he spotted Wendy approaching him through the crowd.

The sky drakon had been in an almost sullen mood for a few days and Natsu waited for her to come to talk to him if she needed to.

Sitting down at the bar, he ordered another drink from Mira and waited for Wendy to approach him.

The younger girl sat next to him after a few minutes and ordered a drink for herself. He waited for her to start the conversation, not wanting to push the young healer.

"Can I ask you a question?" Her voice was tentative as she spoke, and he nodded his head in response and turned to look at her. "I, I know you found a golden key in, well, you know." She said quietly, looking around and making sure no one was eavesdropping.

"I, well, I mean."

Her voice was small as she spoke, and she looked like she was in distress and Natsu turned to face her fully, so he could try and calm her down.

"I remember the first time Igneel took me to see his collection, I was blown away by the amount of trinkets and treasure." There was a nostalgic smile on his face as he turned to look at the wall and reminisced about the past. "He could barely get me to leave that first time."

Natsu chuckled at the memory of Igneel dragging him away from the cave, promising they would come back.

"Grandeeney would always let me pick something to take back with me when we visited hers." Wendy chimed in, her voice slightly shaky as she talked about her mother.

Natsu turned to look at the bluenette, and seeing the tears in her eyes he moved to place a hand on her shoulder. "Is that what's been bothering ya lately?" He asked her with a squeeze.

Wendy moved to wipe the tears that seemed to have escaped and shook her head. "No, it's just, at the Christmas Party, I saw you give Lucy a key from your hoard. And there was a nagging feeling that told me I had one too, but you know I don't collect gold."

Natsu nodded, intrigued to where this was going, and urged her to continue with his hands. "I went to look through it a few days ago, and well." She turned out her left pocket and in her palm was a golden zodiac key.

"I think it belongs to the constellation Capricorn." Wendy whispered before shoving the object back into her pocket. "I've had this with me for 4 days now. I just can't get myself to give it to Lucy."

The tears were welling in her eyes, and Wendy let her head fall to avoid his gaze, as if ashamed. "I know it's wrong, they belong with her. But it's a piece of Grandeeney's hoard, and it's hard saying goodbye to any part of it."

The young girl was crying at this point, and Natsu couldn't help but feel for her. He was not unfamiliar with those emotions, he felt the same way when he first connected the dots.

It was the combination of getting to know and trust Lucy better, and having Scutum say she was considered royalty in the Spirit Realm for him to finally understand the importance behind it, and find the key.

But something was also weird about all this.

There weren't a lot of records about Lucy and her magic. She's been trying to research with Levy for months with little luck, they've only managed to find scraps of information to put together.

Now it turns out both Igneel and Grandeeney had golden spirit keys in their possession, keys that once belonged to Lucy's mother.

Did she know both dragons? Did the spirits know something of their disappearance?

Shaking himself out of his thoughts Natsu moved slowly, so as not to startle the crying girl, and wrapped his arms around her shoulders and brought her into a gentle hug.

"It was hard for me too. I figured out I had a key months ago. I debated on what I should do with it for a long time."

He let out an almost bitter huff of air before continuing. "I understand what you're going through, and I'm not gonna tell you to give it to her." He pauses for a moment, making sure she got his point. "But we both know it's what they would have wanted."

Natsu's tone was as gentle as he could make it, but it still made Wendy cry even harder, clutching his shirt as she did.

It was hard for him to watch her like this, Natsu generally didn't like anyone crying around him, he just felt awkward. But he viewed Wendy as a sort of younger sister and wanted to try his best to comfort her.

"It's why they made sure we have them."

He tried a different approach this time. "I don't know how, but they knew we would meet Lucy one day, and they knew we would do the right thing." He pushed on her shoulders gently so that she would move back to look at him.

Natsu sent her a beaming smile, knowing the young healer would understand.

"Plus, it's not like you're giving it away to a stranger. It's Lucy, she always has her keys with her. This way, you get to see a little reminder of Grandeeney every day and know she would be proud of you for giving it to its owner!"

He shared his reasoning with her and the younger girl finally cracked a genuine smile back, her tears stopped, and her breathing was evening out.

"You're right. I know it's hard for you to talk about them. So, thank you Natsu." Wendy said as she wiped her cheeks dry.

Natsu just smiled back at her and moved to ruffle her hair. "Anytime kiddo, you know I'm always here for you."

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Coming back from Crocus was quick, thanks to the portal, and upon arrival, Lucy found herself at the receiving end of a long lecture from Master Makarov about the importance of knowing when to do things alone, and when to ask for help.

Followed by a few more lectures by Mira, Levy, and Lisanna about never scaring them like that again, the girls making Lucy promise to always bring her phone with her.

Even Cana had a few choice words about Lucy's little scare.

Lucy apologized profusely to everyone, promising not to scare them like that again, and then went on to tell the guild all about how her trip back home went.

Natsu and Gray found it hilarious that she managed to scare her father into agreeing to her terms, and Erza seemed proud of her bravery.

Everyone else was stunned to learn about her family and supposed status, but Lucy told them that was her past, and no longer applies.

She was just, Lucy of Fairy Tail now.

After retelling the events from her visit and answering all of the questions they had, Lucy finally had the chance to open the box Spetto had given her.

Inside she found two golden keys and a letter from her mother.

Lucy immediately tucked the envelope in her purse, not feeling ready to read her mother's words yet.

Something told her it would only lead to more questions and headaches, instead of any kind of answer.

Taurus and Sagittarius were her newest companions, and while the former was a bit of a pervert, and the latter looked even more ridiculous in his horse costume than she remembered, Lucy was extremely happy to have more of her mother's friends back with her.

Her collection was growing faster than she had expected.

When she first learned about magic and how rare her abilities seemed to be in this world, she thought that it would be impossible to find any gate keys.

But somehow they all end up finding her instead.

The whole guild surrounded Lucy when they noticed her preparing to summon her new spirits, always eager to see her use her magic.

She summoned them one at a time.

Lucy she still couldn't open two golden keys at once no matter how hard she trained.

It always ended up with her unconscious.

She was able to keep Scutum's gate open along with one golden key, which was an improvement!

Everyone watched in awe as she sent Taurus back in a flash of golden light, and summoned Sagittarius so they could form a contract.

They all seemed so fascinated by her abilities, and while she still couldn't understand how it was any more impressive than anything else they could do, she didn't mind the audience.

It was kind of sweet that they were so enthralled by it.

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Lucy was still getting used to the partying tempo of Fairy Tail, but she was having fun nonetheless.

They had been drinking for more than half the day but the night was still young, and Lucy found herself dancing with Levy in the middle of the guild hall, surrounded by fellow guild mates as they all celebrated the coming of the new year.

Natsu had been in a good mood all day, and even bought her and Happy breakfast before they headed to the guild for the party.

Thought, he has been a tad overbearing and overprotective since her little adventure in Crocus.

He was at her apartment first thing in the morning, always by her side when they were together, following her with his gaze when they were on opposite ends of the room.

And while, admittedly, it was how he usually acted around her, there is more of an intensity to it now.

Lucy could sense the tension and worry that would sometimes project from him, and she felt guilty every time.

She knew he was rattled by the Phantom attack, and with his father's disappearance, she never considered how leaving like that would affect him.

Even with her note, he was worried about what her father was going to do to her.

And while Lucy would like to think he was just overreacting, she also knew what her father was capable of.

"Hey, let's go get a drink?" Levy's voice brought her out of her head, and she realized she stopped dancing and was just standing in the middle of the floor.

Lucy looked around the dancing bodies surrounding them and turned to nod at Levy. "Sure."

The two made their way to the bar and tried to order their drinks from Mira, who seemed busy chatting with a blonde Lucy had never met before today.

Apparently, he was the master's grandson.

Laxus Dreyar.

He was a tall, brooding and muscular man with a lightning scar over his right eye.

Lucy didn't get to talk to him all that much, besides a basic introduction. He seemed nice enough, a little rough around the edges maybe. There was actually something about the man that reminded her of Gajeel the tiniest bit.

His team, the Thunder Legion, returned from a year-long mission just this morning, and everyone was excited to have them back, it seemed like the New Year's party was going to be even wilder than planned because of their return.

Lucy met all of the Thunder Legion, and they seemed like an interesting bunch, it made her wonder how such different people formed a team.

They all appear to be fond of each other though.

Evergreen was a tad snobbish, but it reminded Lucy of home in a weird way, Freed was a complete gentleman and Lucy was looking forward to getting to him, and Bickslow was a little odd, but he looked like a fun guy.

They were some of the strongest mages in the guild, from what she managed to overhear, and that made her a little scared as to what kind of monsters were out there.

If there were stronger mages here in Fairy Tail than the ones she's already met? Lucy doesn't want to meet any of the ones roaming outside of the guild.

"So, what's got you all in your head?" Levy asked her as they waited for Lisanna to bring them their drinks.

"Is that why Mira laughed when I gave her my present?" Lucy asked pointing over her shoulder, trying to avoid the topic.

Levy raised a brow at her, looking over Lucy's shoulder at where the take-over mage was flirting with the blonde, before turning back to look at Lucy.

"Don't think I don't see what you're doing." The short bluenette warned her, sternly pointing her index finger at Lucy. "But to answer your question, yes, but not for the reason you think." She told her with a wink, and now Lucy was even more confused.

"What does that mean?" Lucy almost whined as she went to take a sip from her cocktail. "Uh, uh. No. I answered your question, now you tell me what's going on."

Lucy huffed out, crossing her arms as she did, and slumped slightly forward. "It's nothing serious. Just, Natsu's been a little..." she trailed off, not really knowing how to describe the fire drakon's recent actions.

He acted the same as always towards her, it was just more intense, and sometimes even with a sense of panic.

"Possessive? Overprotective? Downright scary at times?" Levy finished her sentence, checking off each one on her fingers as she did.

Lucy felt a blush forming on her cheeks, looking around to check if anyone was listening in.

Thankfully, everyone in Fairy Tail was busy celebrating to notice the two of them in the corner of the bar.

"Yes. Well, I don't think he's ever scary, but yes to the rest of it." Lucy admitted and Levy only chuckled at her words.

"You don't think he's scary because you haven't seen him when he knows you are in danger." The bluenette told her and Lucy felt her heart jump at the words. "And besides, I don't see how it's any different than usual."

Lucy slumped on the bar and looked back at Levy. "It's different! He's more intense about it. I don't know how to explain." She ran a hand through her hair, trying not to get frustrated.

"You know for how simple he is, he is also a mystery to all of us." Levy said with mirth in her voice, and Lucy sat up straight and leaned in closer to her.

Natsu was a mystery to her too.

Which was a funny concept, considering he's an open book, you can almost always tell what's on his mind. But there was also so much Lucy didn't know about him, and she was interested in Levy's perspective.

"I've known him for a long time, we all have." Levy started, looking around the guild before turning back to her. "Do you know he's never once been out on a job with anyone besides Happy? And I have never seen him interact with the guild as much as he has since he came back that night with you in tow."

Lucy felt a blush at her words and didn't really know what to say, but it seemed Levy wasn't finished anyway.

"In fact, this is the longest I can remember him being in Magnolia since he's been able to go out on jobs." There was a faraway look in the bluenette's eyes for a moment before she continued.

"He's been chasing shadows and whispers since joining Fairy Tail. Running around Fiore and looking for any clues about Igneel and his whereabouts."

She let out a breathy chuckle before continuing. "The gods know how many times The Master or Erza tried to talk to him and explain that sometimes you need to slow down. But you know Natsu, once he's determined about something, he goes head first and without thinking it through."

Levy sent her a pointed look and Lucy chimed in with a giggle of her own, "Don't I know it." She said, thinking about her partner's impulsive tendencies.

"It wasn't until he met you that he finally slowed down." Lucy's heart clenched at Levy's words, she never knew any of this.

"I have never seen him spend so much time with the guild before, usually he would come in to eat, or brawl and get a drink occasionally. But he was mostly just taking jobs back to back, to think he's on a team now, and with Gray and Erza of all people." The bluenette shook her head as if she still couldn't believe it.

"If someone had told me, a day before you came to the guild that those three would be on a team together. That Natsu would be on a team with anyone that isn't Happy, I would have told them they were crazy and laughed in their face." Levy laughed at the thought and Lucy knew her face was a dark shade of red by now.

"Hey, I had nothing to do with their team-up! Erza got word of trouble and asked them to help her, and me too for some reason." She tried to protest her way out of the conversation.

"Okay, maybe so, but I still stand by my statement. He did ask you to go on a job with him! And he took you to the beach so you could summon Aquarius." Levy pointed an accusative finger at her, before giggling and clapping her hands in the air.

"Oh, that was your first date!" She exclaimed happily and Lucy went to shush her, looking around to make sure no one was listening.

You never know with this gossipy bunch.

"Not so loud! Geez!" Lucy moved so she could put a hand over Levy's mouth.

"And it was not a date! He came with me to get my stuff and then took me to the beach so I could make a contract with Aquarius. There was nothing romantic about it!" She explained to the bluenette, dropping the hand that was covering the shorter girl's mouth.

"But you had dinner afterwards?" Lucy felt the blush come back full force at Levy's question and she immediately regretted dropping her hand.

So she tried to change the subject instead.

"I just feel like I've betrayed his trust in some way, and I don't know what to do Lev." She pouted at the bluenette, hoping the shorter girl would take pity on her.

Lucy watched as Levy's brow furrowed at her words before she let out a sigh. "I don't know how to help you there Lu. But maybe you guys can go on a job and that way you could ask him about it." The bluenette offered as she went to clasp their hands, giving Lucy's a squeeze.

Lucy looked at her friend for a few moments, before turning to look at the crowd and tried to spot Natsu.

She saw a flash of pink in the crowd and there he was, sitting at a table across the room, drinking and laughing with Elfman, Evergreen, Bickskow, and a few other guild members.

Natsu's head snapped in her direction a second later, and when they made eye contact he sent a beaming smile her way, tipping his whisky glass towards her.

Lucy smiled back at him and raised her cocktail glass back at him. "Yeah, that sounds like a good idea." She said as she turned to look back at Levy, who had an almost cheshire smirk on her face.

"Mhmm, I bet it does." The bluenette chuckled before downing her drink. "I'm gonna go and try to get Laki to dance with me, wanna come?" She asked as she hopped out of the barstool.

Lucy looked out at the dance floor and back to Levy. "No, I'm good here. You go have fun."

She watched the shorter girl move through the crowd before disappearing into the sea of people and sighed, slumping slightly over the bar.

Lucy couldn't help but go over the conversation with Levy in her head.

Did Natsu really change that much with just her appearance?

But that doesn't make sense, she didn't do anything to prompt such a shift, she didn't know any other version of Natsu than the one he's been since that first night.

'Maybe I should think about this when I'm not so close to being drunk.' Lucy thought to herself as she took a sip from her drink.

Suddenly, there was a weight over her shoulders, and a familiar warmth enveloped her.

"Whatcha doing here all by yourself? This is a party!" Natsu's voice came from her right, and she turned her head to smile at him.

"You know, I just realized that I never know how cold I am until you're next to me." Lucy blurted out instead of an answer.

Natsu shot her an odd look, before moving to connect their foreheads, he was so close that their noses were almost touching.

"How much did ya have to drink?" His sudden question made Lucy giggle, finding his attempt at being stern hilarious.

She moved to clutch her stomach and suddenly felt her stool shift from underneath her and before she knew it Lucy was falling to the ground.

Thankfully, Natsu's instincts were sharp as ever, he was moving before she even slipped, and helped her back on the stool. "Easy, you're gonna get hurt."

"I'm not drunk!" Lucy protested, and Natsu raised a single brow at her, crossing his arms as he did. "Okay, maybe a little tipsy, but not drunk." She tried to rephrase.

"Yeah, yeah. You're such a lightweight." He laughed at her as he moved from the barstool and stood in front of her.

"I am not a lightweight!" She exclaimed at him, which only made him laugh harder.

"Sure you're not. Now come on, let's go see if Happy had any luck with Charla tonight." He offered his hand out and Lucy took it without hesitation.

"Like that will ever happen, he needs to give her something other than fish!"

Natsu laughed at her proclamation and tugged her through the crowd. "So you keep trying to tell him. Who knows, maybe it'll be a New Year's Miracle!"

They laughed at the thought as they tried finding their furry friend and his lady love.

The guild members were scattered throughout the second floor, drinking, laughing, and dancing. Some of the guys were fighting in the corner.

Lucy could see Levy and Laki dancing to the music, Jet and Droy keeping them company. Cana managed to rope Freed into a drinking competition, and the poor man seemed to be almost gone, she could see him swaying in his seat as they passed.

Erza was at a table with Gray, Juvia, and Lisanna. And they all looked drunk in their own right, with the red-headed seemingly changing armors as her moods shifted and threatening everyone in her sight.

Natsu quickly steered them clear of her as he saw that.

Juvia was almost melting by the proximity between her and Gray, and the ice mage looked a bit uncomfortable with her affection but Lucy could also spot a shadow of a blush on his face as the bluenette rested her head on his shoulder.

All in all, the spirits in Fairy Tail were high.

Everyone was happy to be alive and eager to welcome the New Year, hoping it would bring them joy and happiness.

No one seemed to notice a flyer appearing out of thin air on the job board, they were all too enthralled with the celebration.

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