#fic: synergy

[wolfie-bee]

uchahvia [synergy]

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Kara was listening to every syllable, every hesitant pause, the flittering heartbeats, the gently rushing of blood high on Lena's cheeks, even the bit about 'science.' And yet all she wanted to say was that it had nothing to do with science, but everything to do with Lena's spirit.

The admiration in Kara's eyes is wondrous to behold and those feelings in Lena's heart stir, magic still rushing beneath her skin. A need arises to close that distance, but she resists, uncertainty rooting her to the spot as she smiles at Kara. 

"I thought about protecting you."

“I could hear.”

It may be the worst time for this kind of decision, but she is done with denial. Her senses are swirling with Lena's presence, love, and magic. Resistance is how they’d been torn asunder. But she is here and Lena is so open and- Kara gently floats closer.

"I wasn't sure if my magic would work." Lena admits, a slight waver in her voice as her fingers twist together. Kara's closeness emboldens her and she reaches out with trembling hands. "I don't know what we," she pauses, let's out a breath, "what I would have done if it hadn't."

Kara relaxes into the sensation of Lena’s palms meddling against the glyph of her household. “I have never been fearful ever,” Kara murmurs, her lips resting against Lena’s forehead. “I knew, I know...I've never doubted your abilities. I never will.” She hears Lena's heart stop.

"Your trust means everything to me," Lena whispers and the way that Kara's eyes soften with affection leaves her breathless beneath her arduous stare. That magic still humming at her fingertips rustles like a restless lion and she doesn't notice the way her hands glow with it.

A kaleidoscope. Spinning clarity, vivid patches, everything from Lena’s breath to the magic Kara senses flowing ardently in her cells. She can’t hold back the purr that grows in her own chest, something wild in her ravenous. Cocooning Lena in her arms, she shifts so their lips–

are inches apart, until they're almost breathing the same air. The way that Kara holds her is bold, wanting, and Lena wants, oh, she wants so fervently her heart aches. She spares a thought for the Team scattered within the Tower, that anyone could walk in at any moment and yet…

Kara kept them heatedly sculptured together. Only their lips untouched-Kara flowed them into one another, softly, perfectly, as if every atom, every star, every rasp, every chisel stroke of their lives has been a tidal wave waiting for the crest from this initial sealing of lips.

Lena's hands move to frame Kara's face and she moves in, slowly, pressing a chaste kiss to Kara's sun-kissed cheek. A soft breath shudders past Kara's lips, the sound making Lena weak in the knees and she's just about to do it again when the doors to the room abruptly burst open.

Kara’s every fiber had been tuned to her favorite radio station, Lena. Alas, she’d heard Brainy’s deft footfall all the same. Pulling away from Lena felt like falling into a sink hole of Kryptonite, but she did. Wanting their whisper soft reconstitution to be private and freeing.

Lena's reflexes slowed, and by the time she realizes they've been interrupted, Kara has already taken a respectable step back. It takes everything to orient herself, to prevent her body from swaying readily into Kara and she drops her hands, trying to calm her frantic heartbeat.

Kara’s grip is so hard on the medical bed that she crinkles the lip into a razor thin line.

“We think we’ve solved the puzzle of how to utilize the totem's energy.” Brainy met her eyes, clearly not aware of her and Lena’s frenzied heartbeats and the fiery moment they'd shared.

It takes a few seconds for Lena to register Brainy's words and note the quivering pulse of magic jumping at her fingertips in direct protest to the distance once again separating her and Kara. But she clears her throat, finally turning to him and the moment regrettably slips away.

It had been a busy, but successful day. Yet Kara was vibrating with a restless energy, it had been happening more frequently since her return from the Vrrosh Dokhahsh [Phantom Zone], as if her psyche had finally woken up. So here she was sitting on the tallest building in National City gazing at the stars. She had been urvish [calm, tranquil] of late, regardless of restlessness and the totem chaos. She knew this had to do with a certain pair of eyes, a specific heartbeat, a delectable pair of lips she had yet to taste with her own. The totality of what her shesur [soul] yearned for was right there.

A sweet breeze fluttered under her cape as she watched the play of twinkling stars in the ehsh [sky]. This was her zhgehv [planet] now and she had just as much right to thrive as any other zhehiod [being, living thing]. She focused her vision and watched the Aurora Borealis dancing in the distance and then she was in the air.

Directing the totem exhausts Lena and she's lovingly coerced into going home. But being back in the penthouse is strange. The walls are bland, the rooms too clinical. There's an urge to go back to Kara, to her loft, to snuggle up beneath the soft worn blanket and await her return. 

Instead, she fills her glass with a delicate amber wine and pads over to the balcony where she passes the time. As if summoned by thought, she sees her, an imposing figure high above the cityscape. There's a sharpness to her eyes and a regality to the way she holds herself as she draws near, a goddess among mortals. But the sharpness in her softens, and those otherworldly eyes hold Lena spellbound as she floats closer till she's suspended in the airspace next to the balcony.

"Supergirl." The name bursts from her lips with a reverence that makes Lena flush.

Kara lets her senses unfurl as she flies toward the one place her shesur [soul] desires. Letting go can be overwhelming, other times, like tonight, it is a canvas filled with all the colors of a palette, working in harmony. It suffuses Kara, her cape dancing in tandem on the breeze.

Her entire being seems to know what this flight means. She is the knight errant heading home - it is fitting. It is the most right she has felt since Krypton exploded before her eyes. Tuning in, she feels the magic gently flowing under Lena's skin, hears the cadence of her heart, gazes at her bent tiredly upon the railing of her balcony, then Lena catches her eye. Suddenly, her being softens, eyes never leaving Lena's, now, she understands why Krypton means 'Our Land' that is what swimming in Lena's ehl ehshov [star blue green] eyes is -her land, her haven. 

Something clicks gently into place. Kara’s powers naturally focus on Lena in a way they have never before. Every part of her inside and out from her Kryptonian soul guided by Rao [Kryptonian main deity] and the Girod [Kryptonian virtues] to her yellow sun imbued body to her dhrroshium [refugee] Kara Danvers zhehiod [being], fused together.

"Ms. Luthor." Kara replies, a soft chuckle leaving her lips though her entire body is taut, purposeful.

Stillness. Jev. [Happiness ; Joy] Urvish [Peace; Harmony; Calm]. That is what swirls on the wind, what dances on the light in their eyes, as their souls sing to one another. Kara gently floats over the railing, never stopping, Lena turns completely in sync. Wildness throbs through Kara’s body. She can taste the echo radiating from Lena. She wraps around Lena like clouds do a mountain and finally their lips are bound. Kara has never felt such uchahvia [synergy].

Lena inhales a sharp breath, Kara's mouth a warm welcoming heat as her hands desperately curl around her neck, sliding over the smooth material of the supersuit and into silky blonde curls. Her magic reacts unprompted, a sensation rising against her palms to tease at Kara's skin.

Suddenly those emotions in her heart are amplified, the intensity of her yearning reflected in the warm wet heat of Kara's mouth and the soft bow of her lips. It's a long awaited kiss, one that burns with the intensity of an imploding star as Kara's mouth parts above hers and Lena arches against her, releasing a short breath as their lips briefly disconnect. Since Kara came into her life she's been breaking down Lena's defenses, slipping so effortlessly into the pieces of her until she'd made her home there: like she was always meant to be there.

And Lena loves her, the words she's long since held back wanting to rush to Kara, to spill out in the air around them.

"Kara," Lena breathes into her lips, drawing her down again for a wet, open kiss. The kiss turns desperate, needy and Lena's heart flutters, a shiver rushing through her as those white wisps at her fingers flutter and tangle in Kara's hair.

It draws a smile to Kara's lips, one that Lena feels mirrored on her own. And she can't help that her heart belongs to this woman, this woman who had been flung across the cosmos and into her arms.

Kara didn’t need to breathe much, but she wanted to devour the scent and taste of Lena into her being for eternity. Every atom of her body was awakened, yearning to savor every beauteous curve of Lena's body, her hands already ardently caressing her hips, her back, further still.

Only fleeting moments of light have broken up the dark boulders of her shesur [soul]. But hearing the wild, deep moans Lena is releasing, her powers tangled in the strands of Kara’s hair, her stepping onto Kara’s boots to weave the molten heat of their lips and tongues even closer.

Kara feels frenzied, her heat vision eyes blending with the magic pouring from Lena’s fingertips. Their heartbeats and moans storming across her senses. She wants to consume Lena’s body with her eyes, tongue; mark her with teeth and nails, piece by piece inhaling the only sounds and flavors she ever wants to know. She is tired of restraint, this kruvush [marvel] of a woman emboldens her. The aching canyon that has been her shesur [soul] somehow every single moment of its creation makes sense - it’s her - the cosmos knew it was her for Kara.

This fragile, strong, brave person is what her shesur [soul] always needed - it’s the warmth she has never felt, the light she never understood until their body’s ravenously had caught up to what their souls already knew. The heat of Lena’s thighs tightly wrapped around Kara’s waist as she floats, no space between them, they are one.

Kara gently cups her hands around Lena’s face, bringing her impossibly closer, exposing her shesur [soul], for the first time, she pours the words into Lena’s mouth, “Zhao w rrip, I love you. Nahn rrip w khap i ehrosh, you are my life.”

She hears a sob form in Lena's throat and bends forward with the sheer force of the emotions roiling through her. Kara tucks Lena firmly against her, wrapping them in her cape, and slowly takes them closer to the stars.The stars which she was hurled across to find her true zehdh [belonging, home].

Lena's heart is a fluttery mess, a vibration that lights her from the inside as Kara's lovely words brand themselves onto her soul. The kryptonese curling on her tongue is exquisite, and messy tears spill from Lena's eyes at the love that she can feel burning against her skin from Kara's every touch. She hadn't dared dream of being the one Kara would fall in love with. But now she's not sure how she could have missed this: the adoration and want tempering their every interaction. She clings tightly to Kara, lips trembling where they press against the  underside of Kara's jaw as she closes her eyes.

"I love you too," the words pour out of her in sweet loving surrender. "I love you so much, Kara."

Her confession draws a shuddering breath from Kara's lips as they float higher in the sky and Kara holds her just a little tighter. Lena has never liked flying, never liked the swooping paralysis of nerves only eased by sedatives during flights. But Kara's strong arms hold her securely to the warmth of her body with National City as a sea of tiny dotted lights sprawling below. And she's not afraid.

Lena releases her tight hold on the woman, trembling hands shifting to frame Kara's face, pressing their foreheads together. The moon casts silvery light down upon them, making Kara's golden hair glow and her blue eyes shimmer and Lena falls just a little bit more in love as Kara leans in and kisses her. 

It quickly morphs into something hot, heavy, and Lena can't help sighing Kara's name like a prayer to Rao himself. She shivers despite the cape keeping her in the cocoon of Kara's warm embrace as the vestiges of lust tease at the fluttery notes of love burning brightly in her chest, spilling from her lips into Kara's mouth in an approving moan as the kiss deepens and her body burns. Kara is all that she can feel, taste, touch, an all consuming mark branded onto Lena's quivering heart and Lena never wants to leave her side.

“Zhao [love],” Kara moans in the short bursts between their increasingly heated kisses. Zhao Zhao Zhao echoes through her zhor [heart] and shesur [soul] on a loop.  Despite, or perhaps because of, the wild desire finally allowed to flare through her body; Kara has never felt closer to zhguzhor [imagination], to Rao. 

Pausing, Kara nudges their foreheads together once more, her heart has never felt this rhythm, and then she gazes into Lena’s eyes, she loves, but, more so, she burns. She is a flame, a falling star, but with every heated touch, wild lick, and fervid caress she is sharpened. 

It’s, as if, the only way to fully experience, fully connect with Rao was allowing herself to be both freed and marked by love. As she ardently suckles just under Lena’s chin she rolls them in the air so they are laid against one another as she flies them somewhere just for them.

Kara touches them down on a secluded rooftop across town, her arms searing around Lena’s waist, the edges of her eyes still aglow, their lips, barely apart.

“Where are we?”  Lena asks absently, her hands secure on Kara’s glyph as she floats them toward a small case. 

“I have a few of these around the country,” Kara kisses her deeply, fully.

Inside are a few essentials and Kara quickly unrolls a large sleeping bag. She holds out her hand, beckoning Lena near, and they are in one another’s arms again, lips dancing under the clear moonlit sky.

Hey everyone, thank you so much for reaching this far! This fic was inspired by the gifs above (credit to: @CSIRJen on twitter) and it was initially written on Twitter for today's Supercorp Sunday by @snowydragonscave (who wrote for Kara) and myself (I wrote for Lena). If you enjoyed it please let us know! And Happy Supercorp Sunday ❤ 💙

#supercorp #supergirl #lena luthor #Supercorp Sunday #Supercorp twitter fic #uchahvia [synergy] #fic collab with the amazing bibliowormlibrarian #my fics #my writing

[seyaryminamoto]

Fic-to-Art #19: The Electric Sword Trick

Sorry, sorry, I couldn't resist using the name Sokka gave the accidental skill he and Azula have made use of on occasion xD This was one hell of a challenging scene to draw, and it's what my Patrons picked this month. I did it fairly quickly while having zero clue of what I was doing for like 99% of the creation of this piece xD I haven't been wrecked by a background this badly in a loooong time, but it is what it is...

So, as some of you may recall... this was a pretty intense scene in chapter 54. Lots of complicated things were going on in the city, and of course, these two dorks ended up having to deal with all of it personally :'D Azula is wearing Song's clothes in this scene for plot-related reasons, and I just have to say I really liked drawing her in a hanbok xD I've done it before, but the last time I tried it, it didn't go particularly well. I'm much happier with the outcome this time, I might just have to do it more often, bahahaha (?)

I can admit that Space Sword looks pretty cool this time, but with all that lightning around it, the coolness may not be too apparent xD Sokka's weapons and scabbards are probably my favorite part of this artwork, strange as that may sound. Anyway, I reeeally don't know if it's all that good, but I was at a loss for what else to do so there it goes xD

If you want to be involved in the creative process behind these pieces, a $1 pledge will provide you with the opportunity to suggest prompts and vote on monthly polls for the Fic-to-Art project, and you can also read snippets of the new Gladiator chapters before their public release!

#sokkla #sokka #azula #fic-to-art project #gladiator chapter 54 #I'm joining Sokka's anti-caves club after this artwork (?) #okay but really I have a thousand cool epic visuals of this scene that I always assumed I'd never manage to depict artistically #I think I kind of succeeded but it's not quite as good as I wish it were...? #it's difficult to explain #but you know what's not difficult to explain? #that they're the coolest damn battle couple there can be #these two at top-tier synergy #are just terrifying and beautiful at the same time #more battle couple Sokkla is needed in life I don't make the rules (?)

[linksthoughtbrambles]

@newtsnaturethings just found great fanart remarkably similar to a scene from one of my short fics!!

https://twitter.com/tillifish/status/1348678023747407880?s=20&t=T3eN_kCgB9FsooT-3izaRQ

There are more panels to the comic at the Twitter link!! 😍

Follow this link if you want to read the fic, Blindsighted.

#fan art #not my art #fic and art synergy #botw #zelda #zelink #art from twitter #loz #breath of the wild #legend of zelda #zelda reincarnation #link reincarnation

[mushroom-for-art]

I should be writing shadow au oops, I'm sorry I am working on it slowly but these guys possessed me I wanted Syn to menace May and them chat about aus my brain is bouncing around XD enjoy! (Syn belongs to @seasidemew)

More multiverse shenanigans

May should've been working. May HAD been working, until the larger mewtwo decided to descend upon her. She could feel the warmth of his chest on her back as he leant over and into her body, arms wrapped around her his tail lightly hitting the floor as he purred quietly.

"Can I help you Syn?" She asked slightly amused by this sudden affection but also it was rather inconvenient.

"Mm…" He hummed softly, "No, I'm just glad you're so small and cuddly here." She sighed softly, feeling him give her a little squeeze like she was some plush teddiursa.

"Which world did you find out about then? Perfect or Poached?" She asked simply already aware of the many vast variations of herself and knowing those were the most recent and the only ones so far that played with her height. His tail stopped lightly thumping.

"What's poached.." She could tell by his tone he didn't know what it was and felt a bit of panic settle in.

"...oh you know..like with eggs…" May deflected keeping her eyes on the very interesting tiles on the floor.

"May. What happens in Poached." Syns arms shifted subtly to more restrain her preventing her from trying to duck or wiggle away but still remaining quite cuddly. She made a bit of a whine bringing a hand to cover her mouth as she mumbled.

"Ikindamaybegetcaughtinadarkball," she mumbles unintelligibly into her palm, his weight leans down more into her making her exhale softly in an oof.

"Careful big fella I can't support your whole weight!"

"Well I can't hear you when you're mumbling so I gotta lean closer," more of his weight presses down and she makes a slightly panicked 'ack' in response to his antics as he simply chuckled.

"Who the hell let you watch lilo and stitch alright give give a bit I can't talk like this," his weight lessens on her back as she sighs exaggeratedly before awkwardly fiddling with her hands.

"I get caught by poachers, caught in a dark ball..hence the name.."

"A, dark ball?" She audibly sucked air through her teeth at his question, hesitating on telling him.

"it's uh..type of pokeball poachers use…Darkness says the technology used is quite impressive actually, has a similar function to a master ball can capture any Pokemon instantly," she felt his weight shift, "hey I'm getting there!"

"You're stalling," His voice was a playful singsong.

"I know I'm stalling!" She emptily shouted back, "it's, not fun to talk about," her voice awkwardly quietened and she felt his weight lessen and heard a soft apology, she sighed, "the dark ball…it can enhance a pokemons original ability bringing it to it's highest possible level augmenting them to be even better than they were originally.."

"Why would that make you bigger?"

"Because I'm, not," she struggled for words, "apparently I have potential and I was meant to be tall and powerful and the dark ball artificial unlocks and forces that version of me into my most powerful state.." She didn't want to talk about the how it did that though. She felt him gently squeezing her body again but more as a hug.

He hung his head down a little besides her eyes screwed tight and she gently put her hand to his head rubbing the side of it comfortingly as he experienced new memories from across the multiverse.

"You're, yea, I see it, you're brutal.." He mumbles a bit as the new memory of the fighting ring enters her head.

"I guess so…guess being forced to max level does that..sorry about knocking you about so much." Memories of a fight began to form in both their heads as the new world grew and they became aware of it.

"Oh it's fine, it's kinda hot actually you're efficient," He chuckles, lifting his head up a bit to smirk at her playfully moving to gently bonk his head against hers to which she made a mock 'ow'.

"How come you hesitate on landing the match ending blow?" He furrows his brows at his memory.

"Because I don't want to hurt another mewtwo, not really, guess seeing your bloody bruised face was enough to get past the dark balls influence. Must have a thing for bloodied up pretty boys. Well gives you enough time to strike and then kick my ass." She laughed softly as he guiltily chuckled.

"Yeah I'm sorry, I really saw an opportunity and took it."

"Hey we were in a fight, i'd rather you won especially with your history." He hums above her gently squeezing her again.

"You, escape all that right? I don't recall seeing you again."

"Yea, I get out.. Thanks for asking, nice to know you care." He chuckled softly.

"I can care a bit!" She laughed a squeal as he squeezed her again, picking her up a bit before putting her down as he sighed softly in guilt, "I, actually learnt about the other one, Perfect was it? I'm, sorry for how I act there..I hear you saying you don't want to fight. I can see you dodging and avoiding fighting back and." He signed again, "all I can think about is how good it'll feel and how loud the audience will cheer when I take down such a big powerful opponent." She felt him squeeze her in guilt and moved her hand again to carefully hold the side of his face.

"Hey..its okay I get it I understand why, maybe I don't understand there at first but here I understand and I've hit you pretty hard and brutally before myself, I can't hold a grudge."

"You always fight like that to protect others or as a last ditch self preservation thing, it's not the same."

"What would've happened had you lost?" He went quiet in thought, turning his head away at the new suggested memories of losing and the fall out of it.

May was quiet as her hand moved once more to hold his face as he pressed into her touch knowing without him having to say that it would've been bad and although he did it for himself there was also a level of survival to it. She felt him purr softly against her hand.

"Feeling better now huh?" He hummed softly against her, "can I get back to work now ya great lug? I can feel something hard and pointy jabbing into me and I hope its that crystal." He howled an abrupt startled laugh at her joke moving instead to scoop her up into his arms ignoring her protesting.

"Oh no I think I'm going to steal you away for myself for a bit actually," He turned his head towards the general direction of the kitchen, "I'm stealing May for a bit, deal with it!" before turning to carry her out the restaurant leaving the owner quite confused.

"You put me down, this is kidnapping!" She couldn't hide the excited giggling in her tone as he carried her away.

"I just figured we should get some privacy if I'm gonna jab you with something hard and pointy." She squeal laughed into her hands as he carried her away kicking her feet in too much energy as his tail wagged behind him chuckling at her joy.

#My writing #May the mewtwo #@seasidemew oc #@seasidemew syn #cw mature humor #Tw mention of blood #The Perfect thing is in reference to my A little different fic but basically May there doesn't get the darkness megastone #So ends up a big big powerful girl because I've kinda started hc the synergy corruption in that megastone sapped Mays energy #Which stunted her so Perfect refers to her being 'perfect' because she's big and has powers but like also wow all trauma #Multiverse Syn really sees a tall powerful version of May and goes “THAT'S HOT” only to learn the version of him in that world absolutely #Beats the shit outta her in the battle ring because due to trauma May doesn't wanna fight back or hurt him and goes NOOOOOO #So goes to cuddle his tiny May because ough no stay tiny and perfect like this I don't wanna think about the sad :c #Multiverse Syn definitely has more empathy and cares more because hmm sometimes my wife yes lmao #Also you heard it here first folks bloody pretty boys are Mays type™️ XD probably why she helps him when he's injured #Not immune to a pretty boy bleeding out XD and yes she calls him a pretty boy he probably loves it like yes I AM pretty #I've not actually talked about poached before it's an au in my head so dw no ones missed anything #Her getting big is a reference to the tyranitar in the 4ever movie!! I'm allowed to bullshit cause that fucker gets big so may get big too!

[pucksandpower]

Hi!! I always see fics of Charles being the one who isn’t believed he’s in a relationship (and i eat it all up cause it’s such a fun trope 😌) but what if it’s the reader’s turn. Like she’s a normal university student who always talks about her boyfriend but her friends and her fellow students just don’t believe her so Charles decides to surprise her and just be the proof. Thanks in advance!!

Daydream

Charles Leclerc x engineering student!Reader

Summary: You are living the dream … except no one actually believes that your boyfriend is really your boyfriend

You walk into class after the winter break with a sun-kissed glow and a new watch on your wrist.

Your friend Matteo notices it immediately and lets out a low whistle.

“Wow, that has to be the most realistic looking fake I’ve ever seen! Where did you get it?” He asks with a grin.

You roll your eyes but smile back. “It’s not a fake. Charles gave it to me for Christmas.”

Your friends barely give you a chance to get the last word out before they burst out laughing. You feel your cheeks flush in embarrassment and annoyance.

“Oh sure, I’m certain that your very real boyfriend, Charles Leclerc the Formula 1 driver, just happened to give you a €340,000 Richard Mille for Christmas,” your other friend Livia jokes.

“Come on guys, I’m serious! Charles and I have been dating for months now. We met when I was interning with Ferrari last year,” you insist.

But your friends just keep chuckling and shaking their heads in disbelief.

“If you were really dating an F1 driver, you would be posting cute couple-y pics all over Instagram. There’s no way anyone in that position could resist showing off a little,” Matteo argues.

You let out an exasperated sigh. You and Charles agreed to keep your relationship out of the public eye for now to avoid media scrutiny. But your friends just see this as further proof that you’re making it all up.

“Maybe he’s embarrassed to be seen with an engineering student,” Livia quips.

That stings a bit, even though you know she doesn’t mean for it to.

You slump down in your chair, absentmindedly fiddling with the exquisite watch on your wrist. You hadn’t realized it was worth so much when Charles gave it to you. The way his eyes lit up when you unwrapped it on Christmas morning was priceless. He was so excited to spoil you in any way he could. And now your friends think it’s just a cheap fake.

Charles is always doing ridiculously romantic things like flying you out on a private jet just so you can spend any free weekends together and sending you bouquets of roses bigger than you are. But no one believes that he’s really your boyfriend. To them, it’s all just part of an elaborate scheme you’ve concocted.

You met Charles when you were one of ten engineering graduate students selected for a prestigious internship with Scuderia Ferrari. You spent six months working in Maranello, learning from some of motorsport’s brightest minds.

Charles took an interest in you immediately. He would come by your workstation in the aerodynamics lab, peppering you with thoughtful questions about your projects. You would discuss aerodynamic principles and simulations for hours. Even ex-team principal Mattia Binotto said the two of you had a visible “synergy.”

Your internship had since ended but your relationship with Charles continued. You tried to play it cool at first, not wanting to seem overly eager. The day after you went back to study in Milan, he asked you out to dinner. Your first date lasted five hours as you talked endlessly about everything under the sun. You were amazed at how you never ran out of things to discuss.

Over the next few months, you grew closer and closer. Charles would take weekend trips to Milan just to see you, even if it was only for a few hours. He told you that you grounded him and reminded him that there was more to life than racing.

When he asked you to be his girlfriend after inviting you to the Monaco Grand Prix, you were shocked but ecstatic. You knew then that your hectic schedules won’t make it easy but Charles is unlike anyone you’ve ever known. He makes your heart race faster than a V12 engine.

You’re shaken from your reminiscing as Matteo waves a hand in front of your face. “Earth to Y/N! Come on, tell us where you got the watch. I want to get one too! It looks so identical to the real thing that we could probably sell it to some suckers on eBay.”

You shake your head with a huff. “Forget it, I’ll tell you all about my ‘fake’ boyfriend another time.”

For now, you’re just counting down the days until you can see Charles again.

No matter what anyone else may think, the two of you know that your love is real.

***

You’re humming along to your playlist as you drive Charles’ Purosangue on the winding roads leading to Milan. The SUV handles like a dream and you’re thoroughly enjoying the feeling of having 715 horsepower under your feet.

Your own trusty Fiat had broken down while visiting Charles in Monaco over the weekend. He insisted you take the Purosangue for the almost four hour drive back rather than waiting for a rental. You tried to decline at first, anxious about driving such an expensive vehicle. But Charles wouldn’t take no for an answer.

“I don’t like the idea of you driving all that way alone in some random rental car,” he argued. “This will be much safer and more comfortable for you, mon amour.”

You finally relented, unable to resist when he turned on the charm. Charles gave you a lengthy tutorial of all the car’s features before sending you off with a lengthy kiss and plans for your next visit.

As you pull into the Politecnico di Milano parking lot, you realize just what a scene you’re about to cause. The other students are used to seeing you in your almost ten-year-old Fiat, not a glittering metallic Ferrari.

Sure enough, jaws drop and whispers follow you as you step out of the driver’s seat. Matteo quickly spots you from across the lot and comes jogging over eagerly.

“No way! Is that ... is that a Purosangue?” He gapes. “What are you doing with that?”

“Funny story actually. My car broke down when I was visiting Charles in Monaco last weekend. So he let me borrow this while mine is in the shop.”

Matteo stares at you blankly. “Visiting Charles ... in Monaco?” He throws his head back and laughs. “Your dedication to this bit is honestly impressive, Y/N. But there’s no way that the Charles Leclerc just gave you his Ferrari to drive back to Milan.”

You sigh but you’re determined not to let Matteo get under your skin this time. “Believe what you want. But I had an amazing weekend with my boyfriend before heading back to reality today.”

You head into class, Matteo trailing behind you, still shaking his head in disbelief. Livia immediately jumps up when she sees you.

“Shut up, is that really a Ferrari outside?” She gasps. You nod nonchalantly and take your seat.

“Y/N here is trying to convince us that her boyfriend let her borrow it over the weekend,” Matteo says with an exaggerated eye roll.

“You do realize those start at €390,000 right?” Livia says. “Why on earth would Charles Leclerc of all people let you drive his brand new ultra luxury SUV around?”

You throw your up hands in indignation. “Maybe because he’s my boyfriend and he wanted to help me out! Why is that so hard for you guys to believe?”

But instead of listening to you, other classmates join the conversation and chime in with their own theories about why you suddenly have a Ferrari.

“Maybe she rented it to play a prank on everyone,” suggests Liam.

“No way,” Eva argues. “Maybe she got a big inheritance? Some distant rich relative died and left their fortune to Y/N?”

You groan internally. But before you can respond, your professor walks in and instructs everyone to take their seats.

Through the lecture, you catch people whispering and pointing discreetly at you. By the time class ends, you just want to go home and video chat with Charles about your frustrating day.

As you pack up your things, Livia comes over. “So have you thought about what you’ll tell people when they see you getting out of that Ferrari for the foreseeable future?” She asks.

You blink at her. “The truth? That Charles loaned it to me while my car is in the shop,” you say slowly.

She pats your shoulder. “Come on Y/N, the joke was funny at first but now it’s just getting sad. No one actually believes that you’re dating Charles Leclerc and driving his cars around. Just tell us where you really got it so we can all move on from this weird fantasy life you’ve constructed.”

You stand up abruptly, shoving your notebook in your bag. “It’s not a fantasy,” you spit sharply. “It’s my real life and I’m sorry you can’t accept that. But I don’t need to convince you or anyone else.”

You storm out of the classroom, blinking back frustrated tears.

Pulling out your phone, you text Charles.

I miss you. My friends still think I’m making this all up. I can’t wait to see you in Spain next race.

Charles texts back immediately.

Not as much as I miss you. Don’t worry about what other people think, we know our love is real.

And you looked so hot driving my car 😉

You smile down at your phone, comforted by his words. You may never get your friends and classmates to believe your relationship, but as long as you and Charles know the truth, that’s all that truly matters.

Sliding back behind the wheel of the shiny Ferrari, you feel your stress melt away. Who cares what anyone thinks? You have an amazing boyfriend who trusts you with his most prized possessions. And someday when you and Charles are ready to share your love with the world, everyone’s jaws will drop in disbelief.

For now, you’ll just enjoy the ride.

***

It’s nearly time for summer break and you’re sitting outside with Matteo, Livia, and some other friends, soaking up the sunshine.

“We should all go backpacking around the Greek islands in August!” Suggests Livia. “We could start in Athens, then ferry to Mykonos, Santorini, and end in Crete. Who’s in?”

Everyone voices their enthusiasm for the idea. Then Matteo turns to you. “How about it, Y/N? Take a break from your ‘boyfriend’ and come adventuring with us common folk.”

You take a deep breath and stir your coffee, debating on how to break the news. “That sounds amazing but I already have plans for the summer.”

“Oh yeah? Going home to see your family?” Matteo asks.

You take a deep breath. “Actually, Charles and I are going on a vacation for a few weeks.”

Your friends erupt into laughter.

“A holiday? With Charles Leclerc?” Livia giggles. “Girl, your fantasies are really taking off lately!”

You frown in annoyance. “I’m serious. Charles chartered a yacht and everything. I wish you could see how excited he is for our first big trip together. He’s been planning it for months.”

Livia pats your hand gently. “Sweetie, we know you’re probably feeling financial pressure with school and all. You don’t have to lie about going off on some glamorous vacation. If you can’t afford to join us in Greece, just say so.”

You stare at her in disbelief. “This isn’t about money. Charles and I have been looking forward to this since the start of the season! I’m sorry that our relationship is still so unbelievable to you.”

Your aggravation must show on your face because Matteo holds up his hands appeasingly. “Look, I’m sure whatever you end up doing this summer will be great. But clearly this whole Charles charade has gone too far. It’s time to come clean.”

You stand up abruptly, grabbing your things. “I don’t need to come clean about anything. My relationship with Charles is real, whether you choose to believe it or not.”

You storm off fuming. Your friends’ outright refusal to even entertain the notion that you could be dating Charles is so patronizing and demeaning. Do they really think so little of you?

That night, you vent to Charles over FaceTime about the conversation.

“I just don’t get why it’s so hard for them to believe me! I know we’re not exactly a super conventional couple but it’s like they think I’m delusional,” you sigh.

Charles gives you a sympathetic smile. “I’m sorry they’re being like this, mon cœur. But try not to let it upset you too much. We know the truth about our love. That’s what matters.”

You nod, cheered as always by his encouragement. “You’re right. I’m just so excited for our trip! Sailing around the Mediterranean with you all to myself? It’s going to be a dream.”

Charles grins. “Oh I can’t wait either. The yacht has a hot tub on deck under the stars. I want to make sure it’s just as magical as you deserve.”

You spend the rest of the call discussing your vacation itinerary and plans for when your families will join you in Sardinia.

Charles reassures you again not to worry about what others think.

“Soon we’ll share our love with the world. But for now, let’s just focus on us,” he says softly.

By the time you hang up, your frustration has faded. Matteo and Livia may not believe you but in a few short weeks you’ll be cruising the bright blue Mediterranean with the man of your dreams.

The day finally comes for your trip to begin. As Charles helps you aboard the sleek yacht, you forget all about your friends. They don’t know him like you do. And they definitely don’t know how he kisses you goodbye at the airport or the special way his eyes light up when he says “I love you.”

This vacation will be everything you’ve been dreaming of. And you know Charles will do whatever it takes to make it unforgettable.

As the yacht pulls away from the marina, the only thing on your mind is the blissful weeks ahead with your love. Everything else fades blissfully into the background.

***

You walk with the group of engineering students through the halls of Maranello, thrilled to be back at the Ferrari factory. You did your internship here last year but walking around still feels surreal.

As you pass the simulator room, you hear someone call your name.

“Y/N! Hold on a second!”

You turn and see Gianni, one of the simulator engineers you befriended during your internship. He jogs over holding a sleek black ring.

“Charles left this after his session the other day,” he presses the familiar band into your palm. “Can you get it back to him?” Gianni asks.

You grin, turning the ring over in your hands. Charles hates taking off his Oura fitness tracker but has to for simulator runs.

“Of course, I’ll give it back to him when I’m in Monaco.”

You turn back to your friends, expecting this to be the final push they need to believe you.

But Livia just rolls her eyes. “Come on Y/N, he is obviously in on this whole charade. I bet you convinced him to play along!”

The other students nod, chuckling. Your smile disappears.

“What? No, Gianni and I really worked together when I interned here! This isn’t some weird prank,” you insist.

Matteo pats your shoulder condescendingly. “It’s alright, you don’t have to keep pretending with us. We get it, you want people to think you’re dating Charles Leclerc. But it’s getting kind of sad now.”

You clench your fists in frustration as the group moves on. Why are they being so stubborn? You clearly know people here and have a real connection to Charles.

When you pass the aerodynamics lab, your mood lifts a bit. Your favorite team leader, Fabio, is there working on computational fluid dynamics simulations.

“Y/N! So great to see you back here!” He greets you warmly and pulls you into a friendly hug.

You chat with him for a few minutes, explaining about the visit. As you say goodbye, he adds, “Tell Charles I said hi when you see him this weekend!”

But Matteo just scoffs as you walk away. “Let me guess — he’s in on it too?”

You don’t even bother responding this time, too irritated. Why should you have to convince your so-called friends of anything? You don’t owe them proof when they’re clearly set on ignoring it.

As the tour concludes, Livia pulls you aside, her expression serious.

“Look Y/N, we’re a bit worried about you. All these stories ... it just seems unhealthy. We think you should talk to someone,” she says gently.

You gape at her. “Unhealthy? Because I mentioned my boyfriend a few times on a trip to his workplace? You guys are unbelievable.”

Livia frowns. “Come on, it’s more than that and you know it. The jewelry, the car, the traveling ... it’s all an elaborate fantasy life. We just want what’s best for you.”

You feel anger bubbling up inside you. Livia reaches for your arm but you jerk away.

“You want what’s best for me? Then start believing me! I love Charles and he loves me. I don’t need therapy just because you refuse to accept the facts,” you snap.

Livia looks taken aback. You don’t wait for her response, just turn on your heel and stalk away fuming.

You pull out your phone and call Charles, needing to vent. When he picks up, the sound of his voice instantly calms you.

Charles listens patiently as you recount the horrible field trip. “I’m so sorry they’re being like this, ma belle,” he soothes. “But you handled it well. Don’t let them make you question yourself.”

You sigh. “I just wish they could see how happy you make me. I hate that our love seems so unbelievable.”

“It’s their loss for not seeing what we have,” Charles replies. “Soon everyone will realize that I only have eyes for you.”

You chat for a while longer, feeling reassured. Your friends’ doubt used to make you sad but now it mostly just angers you.

You know the truth. This weekend when you fly to Monaco and fall asleep in Charles’ arms, what Matteo and Livia think won’t matter one bit.

The only thing that matters is the love between you and Charles.

And one day, both of you will make sure the whole world knows that it’s as real as it gets.

***

It’s Friday morning and you’re stuck in your Principles of Advanced Aerodynamics lecture, anxiously watching the clock.

The Italian Grand Prix weekend starts today but your professor refused to excuse you from class early. Which means you’re missing out on precious hours with Charles before free practice later today.

You resigned yourself to not seeing him until tonight when the classroom door bursts open.

And there stands Charles, looking unfairly handsome in a Ferrari branded polo and jeans.

“Sorry to interrupt professor,” Charles flashes a charming grin. “But I’m going to need to steal Y/N away for the weekend.”

He shoots you a playful wink and your heart melts.

Your classmates erupt in excited whispers as they realize that the Charles Leclerc is standing in front of them. Your professor’s lips are moving but no discernible sound comes out.

The professor struggles to find words for a moment. “You’re ... you’re Charles Leclerc!” He stammers.

Charles smiles humbly. “Yes sir. And as I’m sure you know, the free practice for the Italian Grand Prix starts today. I’ll need to have my good luck charm there with from the very start.”

He extends his hand to you.

You grab your bag, legs wobbling as you make your way to the front. Charles wraps a supportive arm around your waist.

“You see professor, Y/N is my biggest supporter. My results improve dramatically when she’s present. So surely any Ferrari fan would agree that she must be trackside all weekend?” Charles urges charmingly.

The professor nods mutely before seeming to find his voice again. “Yes, of course! We certainly want the best results for Ferrari here at home. Y/N, you’re excused for the day. If you give me just a moment ...” He rummages through his bag with shaking hands and pulls out a Ferrari phone case.

“Would you mind?” He asks sheepishly.

“Not at all,” Charles smiles, taking the case and scrawling his signature across it with a provided permanent marker.

Your professor looks ready to faint. “Thank you so much. Enjoy the race weekend. Forza Ferrari, sempre!”

Trying not to laugh, you quickly gather up the rest of your things. Your friends watch wide-eyed as Charles takes your hand.

“Ready, mon amour?” He asks.

When you nod, he sweeps you into his arms and kisses you passionately in front of the entire class.

“I missed you,” he murmurs against your lips.

You cling to him, dizzy from the kiss. “Not as much as I missed you. I can’t believe you came here just to pick me up.”

Charles caresses your cheek. “I’ll always come for you. Now let’s get going to Monza. I want to show you how much I appreciated your good luck texts before practice.”

He keeps your hand clasped firmly in his as you make your way outside. When you glance back through the windows, your classmates are still staring after you in stunned disbelief.

Once you’re in the familiar 488 Pista, you finally let out the laugh you’ve been suppressing. “Did you see the looks on everyone’s faces? I thought Professor Mancini was actually going to faint.”

Charles grins. “I know dramatic gestures aren’t usually my style but I wanted them to see once and for all that you’re mine.”

He lifts your intertwined hands to his lips. “No more doubting our love after today. And I meant what I said — you’re my good luck charm, Y/N. Having you here this weekend means everything.”

You smile up at him softly. “I’m just happy I can be here to support you.”

He kisses you deeply, still parked outside of the Politecnico, not caring who sees. And you know without a doubt that this amazing man and your once-in-a-lifetime romance are completely real.

The rest of the day flies by in a blur of excitement. In between practice sessions, Charles takes any chance he can to steal moments alone with you in his driver’s room.

His tender kisses and whispered reminders of his love send your heart racing faster than an F1 car.

***

It’s race day in Monza and you’re walking through the paddock hand-in-hand with Charles. His physio and press officer trail behind you both as Charles waves to the cheering Tifosi in the stands.

Suddenly, you hear voices calling your name.

You look over to see Matteo and Livia leaning over the fence, trying to get your attention.

“Y/N! We’re so sorry we didn’t believe you!” Livia shouts.

“Please come talk to us!” Yells Matteo. “We feel awful about everything!”

You stop short, conflicting emotions swirling through you. Charles senses your hesitation and squeezes your hand supportively.

“What do you want to do, mon cœur?” He asks. “I can try to get them paddock passes last minute if you want to talk.”

You bite your lip. Part of you wants them to witness first-hand the depth of your relationship with Charles. To show them just how wrong they were to mock and belittle your love.

But another part of you is still hurt by their stubborn refusal to believe you all this time. Do they really deserve VIP paddock access after the way they treated you?

“I don’t know, Charles ... they were so patronizing about our relationship for so long. I’m not sure they deserve the reward of paddock access after demeaning my feelings,” you reply.

Charles nods thoughtfully. “I understand. It’s completely up to you, of course. But it could be nice for them to see up close just how real our love is. Watching us together will help it finally sink in.”

You feel a smile tugging at your lips. Charles does make an appealing case ...

“Alright, I can’t say no to that adorable face,” you laugh and kiss his cheek. “But maybe keep them waiting a bit first as payback!”

Charles grins mischievously. “I think that can be arranged.” He pulls you in for a passionate kiss, dipping you backwards dramatically.

The crowd erupts in cheers and whistles, a wild and beautiful sea of Rosso Corsa.

When you come up for air, you see your friends watching open-mouthed from the stands. Charles winks at them over your shoulder before leading you away, his arm curled firmly around your waist.

Several hours later, Matteo and Livia finally receive their paddock passes. They rush over to you right away, profusely apologizing again.

“Seeing you and Charles together in class was unbelievable, but this ...” Matteo trails off, darting around at the bustling paddock with wide eyes. “You really are dating an F1 driver!”

You exchange an amused look with Charles. “Yes, that is what I’ve been trying to tell you for many months now,” you laugh.

Livia hugs you tightly. “I’m so sorry for ever doubting you. But after today, we’ll never question your relationship again.”

Charles wraps an arm around your shoulder. “I hope after witnessing our love up close, you will see there is nothing Y/N wouldn’t do for me, just as I would do the same for her.” He gazes down at you tenderly and you feel your heart skip a beat.

You and Charles both laugh as your friends turn red. “We’re really happy for you two,” mumbles Matteo. “Hopefully we can all start over now.”

Charles smiles kindly. “Of course! Y/N’s happiness is what matters most to me and I know how important her friends are to her.”

You feel yourself falling even more in love with this man and his endless patience and compassion.

The race keeps you on the edge of your seat from start to finish. When Charles takes the top step on the podium, you and your friends scream loudly enough to be heard in Milan.

That night at the celebration, Charles gives a sweet toast about how your love inspires him.

Matteo and Livia watch with tears in their eyes.

“Wow, when you said your boyfriend was romantic, you really meant it,” Livia whispers.

“I told you, Charles is one-of-a-kind. I’m so lucky to be his and to be loved by him.”

Charles comes over and pulls you into his arms, nuzzling your hair. “I’m the lucky one, mon ange.”

He stops and takes both of your hands, gazing into your eyes intently. “I never want you to doubt what we have, Y/N. You are everything to me. My whole world.”

Matteo shakes his head in wonder as he takes in the pure love clearly shining in both of your eyes. “We’re so sorry we ever doubted that what you have is real. Seeing you together, it’s obvious your love is straight out of a fairytale.”

You grin up at Charles, your heart overflowing. With his kisses still lingering on your lips and surrounded by friends who finally believe, you feel like the luckiest girl in the world.

Now everyone can see your love just as clearly as the two of you always have.

***

Today is the day you’ve been working towards for years — your graduation from the Politecnico di Milano with your Laurea Magistrale in Aeronautical Engineering.

The auditorium is packed with proud families as you line up with your classmates, dressed in formal robes and caps. Charles insisted on coming, despite it being right before the start of a triple header. And having him here means the world to you.

When your name is called, you grin widely as Charles’ cheers rise above the polite applause of the audience. He gives you a standing ovation, not caring that he is blocking everyone’s view.

His pride and support brings happy tears to your eyes. You blow him a discreet kiss and see him pretend to catch it, pressing his hand to his heart.

After the ceremony ends, you rush straight into Charles’ arms. He swings you around then kisses you deeply. “I’m so proud of you, mon amour! All of your hard work has paid off.”

You hug him tight, overwhelmed with emotions. “Having you here today, supporting me every step ... it’s the best gift I could ask for.”

Charles strokes your hair tenderly. “I wouldn’t have missed this for anything. But I do have one more surprise ...”

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out an envelope with the unmistakable Ferrari seal.

Handing it to you, Charles bounces excitedly on his toes. “Go on, open it!”

With shaking hands, you open the letter and read the words offering you a position as a Junior Aerodynamics Engineer with Scuderia Ferrari.

“Charles, what ... how ...” you stammer in shock.

He smiles widely. “Enrico Cardile was very impressed with the work you did during your internship as well as your thesis.”

You continue staring at the letter. “But I don’t want special treatment just because I’m your girlfriend. I want to earn a position at Ferrari on my own merits,” you say uncertainly.

Charles grasps your hands. “Mon ange, you know I would never influence the team’s decisions. They want you because of your skills, not our relationship. I only asked if I could deliver the news as a graduation gift when I found out.”

You bite your lip. “It’s just ... I don’t want anyone thinking that I didn’t earn this.”

“Listen to me,” Charles quickly gets serious. “You are the most talented, driven, and intelligent person I know. You’ve worked relentlessly for this and Ferrari recognizes that. Please don’t doubt for one second that you deserve this.”

His sincere words dissolve your concerns. He’s right — you interned successfully with the team already. You can do this.

You throw your arms around him again. “Then I accept the offer! I’m going to be a Formula 1 aerodynamicist!”

“You will be incredible, Y/N. I can’t wait to see you thriving there. You’re going to change the world with that beautiful mind of yours.”

You cling to him, overwhelmed with emotions. “I couldn’t have done any of this without your love and support. You gave me the strength to keep pursuing my dreams.”

Charles tips your forehead to his, eyes shining. “And you gave me the gift of true love. My life is so much richer with you in it.”

He kisses you until you’re both smiling too widely to continue. Taking his hand, you turn to look out at the gathered families, classmates, and professors mingling around.

Just months ago, no one believed your relationship with Charles was real. But here you stand, ready to take on the world together.

Your storybook romance has grown into an unshakable partnership.

As Charles squeezes your hand, you know that the next chapter of your lives will be even better. You can’t wait to build your future with this amazing man — both on and off the track.

***

10 years later

You take a deep breath as you walk into the familiar lecture hall at the Politecnico di Milano. Looking out at the eager young students, you remember sitting in their place not so long ago. Back when you were just starting your engineering studies, never dreaming you would one day return as a guest lecturer.

Charles insisted on coming with you today and you scan the room until you spot him sitting inconspicuously in the back row, trying his hardest not to draw attention to himself. He gives you an encouraging thumbs up.

“Good morning, everyone. For those who don’t know me, I am Y/N Leclerc — Head of Aero Development at Scuderia Ferrari and former student right here at Polimi.”

As you start your lecture on the aerodynamic theory behind Ferrari’s latest championship-winning car, you easily slip back into the familiar rhythms of university life.

Discussing complex simulations and wind tunnel testing with these eager minds reminds you of the days you were in their shoes.

You can hardly believe it’s been 10 years since you sat in this very room, never imagining the incredible journey ahead.

After joining Ferrari, you and Charles found ways to balance your personal and professional lives through compassion and communication.

Winning your first World Championship together was a euphoric blur of champagne and ecstatic team celebrations. Being the first female Director of Aerodynamics in Formula 1 was daunting but Charles never stopped believing in you.

When he got down on one knee after winning in Monza and asked you to be his wife, it was one of the happiest moments of your life. Planning a wedding while chasing championships was no easy feat but your passion for racing and each other kept you going.

Now, five championships later, you’ve settled into a blissful rhythm as partners both on and off the track. There were tough times and painful losses but coming home to each other’s arms helped erase the remnants of any bad day.

As you wrap up the lecture and open the floor to questions, a female student raises her hand. “As a woman working in F1, what’s the best advice you can give aspiring engineers like me?”

You smile, thinking back on your own self-doubts starting out. “Don’t be afraid to take up space and make your voice heard,” you tell her. “Formula 1 needs more brilliant women like you. If you love the science and the cars, pursue this career fiercely no matter what anyone says.”

The student thanks you excitedly and you make a mental note to talk to Charles about establishing an engineering scholarship for female students.

After the lecture finishes, Charles comes up to greet you with a tender kiss. “You were incredible up there. I’m so proud to call you my wife.”

You kiss him back, still just as dizzyingly in love as that first date all those years ago. “I couldn’t have done it without my biggest cheerleader here supporting me.”

As you walk hand-in-hand back to the car, you think about how far you’ve come together.

A storybook romance, successful careers, and most importantly, an unbreakable partnership built on love and trust.

When Charles said your love would overcome any doubt, you never imagined how right he would be.

But now, as the Italian sunlight glints off your matching wedding bands, you know the best is still yet to come.

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Hi, please do a continuation of your idol mingyu fics🥺 I really love me a nsfw idol mingyu fic so if you could continue it im gladly waiting for it!!

18+ / mdi

content: idol!mingyu x idol!reader, established relationship, secret relationship, simp!mingyu, afab reader, smut, oral (f receiving), etc.

wc: 2013

original fic

a/n: thank u for requesting idol!gyu i love him so bad <33

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handling a brand new relationship was already hard enough on its own. now add the extra stress of having to keep it a secret from the entire world, and then you have mingyu's current situation.

he had waited years to finally confess, never really expecting that the day where he could have you would ever come. and now that he had you, he was slightly frustrated at how little of you he could actually have.

not only did the two of you have constant conflicting schedules, but you also had to keep things as discreet as possible due to the nature of relationships within your industry (and maybe also due to mingyu's many exes being spread all throughout the industry).

mingyu tried not to be too annoyed by how little of you he got to keep to himself these past few weeks, with your schedules conflicting far too much for his liking. whenever he was off work, you just so happened to have a last-minute appearance at some fashion event in another country. in any occasion in which you were finally off idol duties, he suddenly had yet another shoot for a company he was the new ambassador of. there was just no way for the two of you to be in the same place for longer than an hour before one of you was called away to some over-complicated schedule.

and though mingyu really really did his best to not let this affect his mood, the inevitable eventually happened, and he finally snapped.

okay, he did not snap per say, but the drastic change in his mood was easily noticed by not only his members, but even staff.

throughout the past week, he had been the talk of the town (re: hybe) due to his unusual behavior. the usually high-spirited and highly energized mingyu everyone knew and loved had been overcome by a shell of his former; a grumpy and lazy giant who would grumble in response to any and every inquiry and would give his bare minimum during group activities (though never in front of carats – he could not help but always be a sweetheart to his carats).

for the past six days or so, mingyu had not been in contact with you. the most he could get were a few texts throughout the day due to both your groups having a comeback at practically the same time. he had not heard your voice or seen your face. not only were you promoting in america (giving you a sixteen hour time difference from korea), but you were also running on about four hours of sleep since your departure. in the meantime, mingyu was preparing for his own group's promotions, knowing that by the time you got back, seventeen would also leave the country and you would find yourself in the same situation.

the thought of yet another week with zero communication made mingyu lose his mind even further, causing him to be even more snappy as the days went by. one week became two, and you were finally due to come back, something that would've usually elated mingyu, except that his departure was scheduled just a few hours after your arrival.

today had been the worst day of all for his members, who had had to deal with mingyu's sour mood these past two weeks (and occasionally deal with his cries due to missing your presence). but enough was enough. not only was mingyu inadvertently messing with the synergy of the group, but a few members also felt bad for the pathetic mess mingyu had become due to your incidental separation. it was time to take matters into their own hands.

~

mingyu had never loved his members more than he did at this current moment.

sure, they'd been with him through thick and thin; since the beginning of his career up to the moment where they finally made it to the top. but none of those moments compared to the makeshift 'intervention' they had prepared for him just one day prior to your arrival (and consequent break from comeback activities).

he had been annoyed by it at first, assuming they were just going to grill him due to his lack of effort these past few weeks, but he was surprised to find that they had spoken to the company on his behalf. before he could protest about what he assumed to be some sort of punishment for his unusual behavior, he was informed by an easily-excitable soonyoung that they had convinced the company to allow him to stay in korea for an extra week before joining the rest of the members in overseas promotions. they had come up with a fake statement – something about conflicting schedules with one of the brands he was meant to promote for – in order to give justification to the public as to why he'd be staying behind. they comforted him and told him they understood his frustrations and knew what a hard worker he was, that they simply wanted to give him a few days to recover with you.

mingyu could've cried – and he did. he was beyond elated. he apologized profusely for becoming a weight to his members, getting on his knees to thank them for doing him such a solid, promising he would come back better than ever and that he would work as hard as he could to make up for the past two weeks. he was met with reassurance from his members and a few lighthearted curses due to jealousy of his free time with his girlfriend.

he spent the rest of the day with a reinstated good-mood and the most energy his members had seen from him in weeks.

~

as mingyu came to find out a few hours later, you were blissfully unaware of the sudden change of plans, still believing that he'd be out of the country by the time you got back home.

mingyu fell in love with you all over again the moment you gasped in shock and immediately ran into his arms as you found him waiting for you in your apartment, wrapping his arms around you with the warmest embrace he could muster, lifting you so that you could wrap yourself around him.

"gyu! what are you doing here?", you inquired excitedly as you pulled away.

mingyu didn't let go of you as he responded, "hybe gave me the week off. i get to stay with you til monday. surprised?", he grinned.

"a week?! oh my god! fuck, i've missed you so much," you went back to burying your face in his neck, drinking in the embrace.

"missed you more, beautiful. can't believe i finally get you all to myself again," he put you down slowly so that he could grab onto your hands, bringing them up to his lips so that he could kiss them over and over as you giggled at his antics, "i have so many things planned for the two of us."

"yeah?", you moved closer to him, placing your hands on his shoulders, "like what?", you flirted.

"gonna do everything ive been holding back on ..." he breathed out as he lowered his face down to yours.

"wanna show me?"

"yeah, angel, i'll show you ..."

those were the last words spoken before he took over your senses with a heady kiss, kissing you with so much strength that he physically pushed you back a few steps. his control was lost pretty quickly into the kiss, his senses weakened by the feeling of your body so close to his own.

wordlessly, he guided you in direction to your room, not allowing for your lips to disconnect for even a second as he laid you down on the bed and hovered over you. even as you began to lose your breath to the kiss, mingyu would only allow for your lips to disconnect for a few seconds at a time, taking a single breath before going back to licking into your mouth.

his hands had a mind of their own as they felt every inch of skin they could find, simply ridding themselves of any obstacles by removing your clothing as he unlocked new skin for his hands to touch.

"fuck ... did you get prettier, angel?", he finally disconnected your lips, though not without groaning at the way in which your lips chased after his despite your lack of breath, admiring the almost fully nude body under his own.

remaining fully clothed, mingyu could not feel your skin against his own, a circumstance that frustrated him too much to not solve it immediately. without a second thought, he ripped off his clothes and leaned down to kiss at your neck as his hands took care of the remnants of your clothing.

"hmm, angel? get prettier in my absence? were you keeping all this beauty safe and sound for me?", he was as soft in his words as he was with his movements, caressing the skin of your breasts as he removed your bra.

"gyu ... do something. please," you whined as he traced your nipple and kissed at your neck.

"what do you want, angel? cause i have a few ideas of my own."

"anything, just ..."

"anything? can i have that pretty cunt, then?", he breathed, his lips now against your ear.

"y-yeah, fuck. please."

within seconds he had made his way to the ground, kneeling before you as he buried his face between your thighs and went to town. his lips had already traced every inch leading down to your cunt, fully prepared to bring you to your first orgasm of the night with those same plump lips.

"so fucking good ..." he purred against your cunt, "grind it against my tongue, yeah, baby? wanna feel you gush on my tongue," his words were slurred, refusing to disconnect his lips from your cunt for even one second.

"g-gyu? i'm ... i, fuck ... gonna cum. need to cum. please ...", you whined, fully delirious from the feeling of his tongue.

"do it, angel. gonna lick it all up n give it back to you. been dreaming of you gushing all over my face," he breathed just a few moments before granting his own wish by leading you to your high.

you whined and cried as he continued to lick and suck at you throughout your orgasm, pulling at his hair and grinding against him simultaneously as your body fought against the sensitivity of your cunt while he refused to halt his attack on you.

after your high finally dissipated, mingyu made his way back up your body, once again kissing a trail through the entirety of it until reaching your lips.

he groaned against you as you gave him a kiss so nasty it had his eyes rolling back. he licked your taste right onto your own tongue, sucking it back as your tongues danced with one another. his cock was beyond hard by now, making him grind against your sensitive cunt as the two of you made out.

he reluctantly pulled away before he could get too carried away again.

"i really did miss you so much," he whispered against your lips.

"i missed you too, gyu."

"no, but i genuinely felt like i was going insane," he continued, "i didnt know i could miss anyone this much."

you cupped his cheek as you reciprocated the sentiment.

"now that i finally have you, being away from you at all is torture," he confessed, chuckling at how dramatic yet serious he sounded.

"i love you, gyu," you concluded, "i'm so happy i get to have you a whole week. i .. i'll make it so we can be together more often. i don't know how, but we can do this. right?"

he smiled and pecked you once, "yeah. not letting anything keep me away from you. i love you."

the soft moment was eventually interrupted by even more unseemly activities between your sheets. and the week was filled with constant love shared between the two of you as you finally reunited, fully determined to make this a frequent occurrence.

#seventeen fanfic #seventeen x reader #svt fanfic #svt x reader #seventeen #seventeen imagine #svt #seventeen oneshot #seventeen smut #svt smut #svt imagines #svt scenarios #seventeen scenarios #mingyu imagine #mingyu oneshot #mingyu scenarios #mingyu smut #mingyu x reader #mingyu fanfic

[djarins-cyare]

✭ Series Masterlist ✭

Languishing in a dull and lonely existence on the forest moon of Endor after travelling there to help salvage Death Star wreckage, a nearly fatal encounter with a mysterious bounty hunter out in the forest heralds an opportunity to utilise long-forgotten skills and develop something more profound than you ever thought possible.

Second person POV, present tense. Set post-season 2, diverges from Canon events before TBoBF and season 3. This is a novel-length, exceptionally slow burn with an original plot, worldbuilding, and fully-developed characterisation. SWU concepts and lore are accurately researched.

WORDS: 404,920

PAIRING: Din Djarin x Female Reader/You

RATING: Explicit (18+)

CHARACTERS: Din Djarin, Reader/You/Female OC, Original Non-Human Character(s), Original Human Characters, Greef Karga, Cara Dune, Leia Organa, Luke Skywalker, Grogu, Peli Motto

TAGS: Slow Burn, Slow Build, Romance, Love, Sexual Tension, Eventual Smut, Smut, Sex, Sexual Content, Explicit Sexual Content, Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Fluff and Angst, Light Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Relationships, Healthy Relationships, Canon-Typical Violence, Blood and Injury, Dark Past, Additional Warnings In Author's Notes, Bounty Hunter Din Djarin, Soft Din Djarin, Touch-Starved Din Djarin, Din Djarin Needs a Hug, Smart Din Djarin, Soft Dominant Din Djarin, Ewok Species, Mandalorian Culture, Mando'a Language, New Razor Crest, Thoroughly Researched, Worldbuilding, No use of y/n.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This took me almost a year to write and four months to edit/proof. Each chapter is prefaced with specific tags and (where necessary) warnings, plus word counts. End notes contain translations and comments… this baby is thoroughly researched, so I’m sharing context where appropriate. I’ve also added definitions of in-universe terms so people less familiar with the franchise won’t be left wondering what the hell certain words or references mean. This is a slow burn (adult themes), and although the explicit content only occurs in the latter half, when it does, it warrants the ‘E’ rating. Basically, the first half is a love story, and the second half gets spicy. I hope you enjoy it!

READ THE COMPLETE STORY ON AO3:

(Chapters containing explicit content marked †)

Chapter 1: The Obstacle

Chapter 2: The Interrogation

Chapter 3: The Covenant

Chapter 4: The Snare

Chapter 5: The Strike

Chapter 6: The Groundwork

Chapter 7: The Genesis

Chapter 8: The Progression

Chapter 9: The Hide

Chapter 10: The Beast

Chapter 11: The Adjustment

Chapter 12: The Storm

Chapter 13: The Broadside

Chapter 14: The Intercourse

Chapter 15: The Village

Chapter 16: The Confession

Chapter 17: The Reprieve

Chapter 18: The Fortification

Chapter 19: The Ambush

Chapter 20: The Meridian

Chapter 21: The Homestretch

Chapter 22: The Union †

Chapter 23: The Overture

Chapter 24: The Crescendo

Chapter 25: The Harmony †

Chapter 26: The Cadence †

Chapter 27: The Ride †

Chapter 28: The Veneration †

Chapter 29: The Spree †

Chapter 30: The Tribute †

Chapter 31: The Courage

Chapter 32: The Feast

Chapter 33: The Exhibition †

Chapter 34: The Reward

Chapter 35: The Binding †

Chapter 36: The Synergy †

Chapter 37: The Match †

Chapter 38: The Flag †

Chapter 39: The Foundling †

Chapter 40: The Future †

✨Additional Media✨

@burntheedges has written a spectacular little drabble detailing what Din was up to during the paragraph break near the end of chapter 1 (*SPOILERS* you don’t find this out until chapter 27).

@djarin-desires has created some awesome AI images of a few scenes using Midjourney.

I spent a stupid amount of money on the Hot Toys official Din Djarin action figure, simply so I could photograph him in poses from my fic 🤷🏼‍♀️ This is just a taster of what’s to come, but here he is offering to help Reader climb onto the speeder in chapter 8.

🧡💚 Thank you for reading! 💚🧡

Dividers by @samspenandsword

#star wars #the mandalorian #din djarin #din djarin smut #din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #mando x reader #mando x you #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian x you #mando #mandalorian #the mandolarian #the mandolorian #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #star wars fanfiction #the mandalorian fanfiction #din djarin fanfiction #be all and endor

[tealeavesandtrash]

Jily Mirco Fic - @jilymicrofics prompt: Party - 405 words

The music and the chatter is deafening. Banners and confetti hang from the walls and ceilings, decorating the room in a sea of red and gold. The atmosphere is electric - the Quidditch Cup is theirs, the end of term is only days away - the synergy of it all is bubbling and overflowing.

Lily clasps her drink close to her chest, still with half a mind not to spill it as she lets herself sway with the crowd. James is standing on a table at the far side, cheeks flushed from the alcohol and a wild grin as he sings offbeat to the music. He glances over at her, zoning in like he can feel her watching. It’s like a magnet.

She moves without thinking, weaving through the sea of students, bumping shoulders but not caring when her drink sloshes over. When she’s close enough to him, James leans down, almost losing his balance in the process but she’s quick to reach up and steady him. He grins at her, dark eyes sparkling. His glasses sit skewed on his nose and it’s almost endearing. 

“Did you see the game, Evans?” he half yells at her just to be heard over the noise.

“Course I did, everyone did!”

His smile widens even more. “I knew it. We always play better when you’re watching.”

Her brow furrows in confusion but she’s still smiling up at him. Her hands are still on his shoulders, she can feel the firm muscles through his shirt. “You’re my lucky charm, Lily.”

She blinks up at him as the words settle. Maybe it’s the alcohol or maybe she misheard him, but her brain is struggling to process  what he said. “I’m what?”

And in a flash, James grabs her and hoists her up. Instinctively she wraps her arms around his neck, clinging onto him to stop herself tumbling backwards off the table. Not that she needs to, James’ arm is firmly around the back of her waist, holding her steady. Someone wolf-whistles in the background.

His face is so close to her and she fights the urge to brush the hair out of his face. He’s still grinned ear-to-ear at her, but there’s something softer in his expression, fondness maybe. Her cheeks flush hot when he leans in - close enough so only she can hear and feel his hot breath on her ear when he speaks, “You are my lucky charm, Lily Evans.”

#lily evans #james potter #jily #james x lily #marauders #micro fiction #complete #oneshot #jily fanfiction #marauders fanfiction #maddy writes #fluff #jily fluff #marauders era #jily microfic

[burninblood]

guys, I sense a lot of tension about this whole buckynat situation XD ... there is even some hate going on on "X" saying they should have stayed broken and stuff... and, listen, I understand, this kind of reunion wasn't what we was hoping for after all these years (10 years?!?!) and of course we had better scenarios in our mind and we were hoping for more good character work (or any characters work at all!), and we want to hear Nat's version (eheh) and these writers are, let's say, uhm, not so good...

BUT

these are american superhero comics for you in 2024. No greatly written for most part, action focused all the time, little or not at all character development, aiming to reach big sales or them get cancelled, flowing with the MCU synergy and stuff. And I tell you as someone who has read comics her whole life (and I had a loooong life, ok XDDD): bad moments in comics come and go, and poor characters run through a lot of shitty writing, and this happens all the time.

Are Lanzing and Kelly good writers? No. HELL NO.

Do I think Cold War was the worst thing written in the media in the maybe last 5 years? YES with a cherry on top! 100% YES.

Is Thunderbolts a good mini series? ... Well, not really. Better than SOL and CW, but still, we're not quite there yet. It was basically random, with a stretched plot that I can't even recall, and really not a team book since it doesn't focused on any of its characters for real. 'Cause you know, I said it before: no character work, just action action and more action.

Is Bucky written by L&K good? No. He isn't. But to be honest he wasn't good in a lot of other comics too, sadly. He has been worse, he has been better. He will improve at some point, that's the cycle.

All this said, am I happy they brought buckynat back? YES. I AM SUPER HAPPY 'cause it opens for possibility!!!

If they gain some more audience as a couple there are more opportunities for them to get more exposure, to be feautured into other comics (in the current cap run written by Straczynski for example?) more and better content, not only together but on their own too! I think them both didn't have a good comic since... 2018??? Nat even earlier probalby, but it's important they somehow stay relevant in the stories 'cause this is how this whole circus works (sad): the characters who sell better get more stories, more comics, better comics from better writers (... hopefully!)! It's bad, but that's the comic market guys.

Idk, it just feels so sad to me that we have waited for so long for buckynat reunion and when it happened finally it left us with just a bittersweet aftertaste... I think this is inevitable 'cause we had so many hopes and we pushed it bigger than life into our heads, and this is reality XD...But realistically speaking, I was never expecting their reunion to be that different from what we got in the end.

It's good to be disappointed, it's right, but let's turn this into a good occasion then, let's try to stay positive and maybe try to exorcise the bad in it by taking a creative angle on the matter: let's write meta about Natasha's pov, let's write fics, let's do edits, fanarts, let's discuss it. But wishing it never happened and dragging them badly...

I know we all feel like they deserved better, and I agree, but let's consider this just THE BEGINNING. It's a starting point and we should keep our fingers crossed for something good to come!

Let's not give up!!!

I'm sorry if this is so long and a whole lot of useless blablabla bhubhubhu, but some of the stuff I'm reading around is starting to be really depressing and a bit too negative considergin the whole situation, and it's a shame 'cause I feel like we should be at least a tiny bit happier here around <3 :D

Let me know what you think of all this mess (or not, lmao) if you want! <3

#buckynat #winterwidow #616 buckynat #thunderbolts 2023 #L & K don't have to be tha bane of our ship guys! #it's just an opportunity with them getting back together!

[tsukimefuku]

Team fighting

You decided to train team fighting with Higuruma in an unorthodox way.

Tags: Jujutsu Kaisen, f!reader, light Higuruma x reader, crack taken seriously, fluff.

WC: 1.1K

The song (heh): Aozora Lonely - Sunny Day Service (on YouTube)

This is part of my "Jujutsu Partners Canon Divergence AU". A sequence of short stories and random drabbles for a Nanami x Reader x Higuruma long fic I might write. To see the ever-growing list of one-shots and short stories, please visit my masterlist :) 

Disclaimer: they’re NOT written and posted in chronological order of events. To see where this story fits in the timeline, please check the masterlist mentioned above.

"Are you... Serious? Aren't we a little too old for that?" The former lawyer asked, sat beside your makeshift dorm room bed, incredulous, as you pointed at your phone, showing him a video of two teenagers playing Dance Dance Revolution. You sighed, because even though he had a point, you thought it'd be beneficial to try it in order to develop your synergy in the field.

You had been working alongside Higuruma for two weeks now, and on your third mission by his side, you had to save the sorcerer from being hit by the poison curse both were fighting, rendering you bedridden. Furthermore, you still had a couple of days to rest, but thought that, as long as there wasn't any actual fighting or cursed energy manipulation involved, you'd probably be just fine.

"Look, playing things like these has helped me improve my control over my cursed energy. It teaches you to move without thinking." You pointed out. "But if we do it together, maybe you will learn to sync your movements with someone else's. God knows you need it."

He scratched the side of his temple with his thumb, pensive, without any faith this would work. "I can get behind the principle in what you're suggesting, but aren't you still in your recovery period?"

"I am, but this is just dancing, not actual heavy training, you know? I think I'll be fine."

He looked at you, wearing pajamas and sitting on your bed. You still had a few wound dresses around your face and neck. The video showed an extremely vigorous dance game session, with all the jumping, stomping and pirouetting. Higuruma thought to himself that sparring would probably be a lighter exercise routine when compared to this. 

"This looks pretty intense, and no offense intended, but you don't seem to be ready for this much exercise at the present moment." He said, still staring at the screen.

You sighed, a little defeated, and leaned back against the wall on the side of your bed to think of an alternative. Even if he wasn't right — and he was —, there was still the issue of leaving Jujutsu High's headquarters and walking around Tokyo to find a joint that had Dance Dance Revolution.

Then, you had an idea.

"Higuruma, get up and put your chair over there." You said, pointing to a corner of the room. Curious, he followed suit, as you got up, and started to search around the songs you had saved on your phone. "I had an idea."

"And what was that? I might get behind it, or leave you to your own devices. You still need to rest and shouldn't be coming up with these kinds of shenanigans." He said, putting one of his hands inside his pants' pocket. Even if he was more open to collaborating accordingly with Jujutsu High, his demeanor was mostly uncooperative, overall. Higuruma was still feeling like a wild animal in domestication process, and you noticed that, trying to propose this exercise to chip away at his aloof facade. If this got him to fight less like a suicidal maniac, you'd be satisfied enough.

"I'm doing this in order to not get hurt again when trying to protect you from your lack of practice fighting alongside other people" you told him, still searching for something to play. He opened his mouth to answer you, but felt a light surge of guilt, choosing not to say anything instead. After all, it was his fault that you were injured like that. These little pinches of guilt and remorse creeping up on him were bringing Higuruma back to the real world and its consequences, after what happened when he awakened his cursed technique.  

"Ah, here it is." You finally found a song, and let your phone on standby over the bed. "We will dance together, and you'll let me lead, okay?"

He huffed, somewhere between a sigh and a sardonic chuckle, still in disbelief at your idea. "I have no problem with that, but is this really necessary?"

"Firstly, I'm bored out of my mind. If I don't do anything, I might actually go insane locked up in this room." You began answering. "Also, you're great when fighting alone, but an absolute menace to any ally around you when fighting with company. We can't have that being the norm when you're stuck working with me, and I'm stuck working with you."

Higuruma sighed, defeated, and acquiesced.

You took both of his hands and pulled him to stand right in front of you. Then, raised one of them to rest over your waist, holding the other around shoulder-high, and rested your own palm on his shoulder. "Are you ready?" You asked.

He simply shrugged. "I guess. I must warn you that I am not very good at this, though."

You smiled and parted from his hand briefly, extending your finger to press 'play', beginning to waltz around to the beat of the song. You chose something easy and slow enough to start out. Higuruma was stiff as hell, so you tried the simplest thing you could, trying to guide him two steps back, two steps forward. Your efforts were fruitless. He was sturdy and his body would simply not budge. The sorcerer was clearly having a lot of difficulty following your lead, ending up stepping over your toes a few times. On top of that, he was trying to follow your movements by looking at your feet, as opposed to feeling the movements of your body and following along.

"Ouch! Higuruma, what the hell? I feel like I'm dancing with a rock." You told him, stopping for a second.

"In my defense, I informed you I wasn't good at this" he pointed out.

You sighed. "This isn't difficult." You looked at Higuruma and pulled him closer, so he wouldn't have room to be looking at your feet in between your bodies. "Come on, look at my face, not our feet."

You felt his body tightening, as his shoulders stiffened and rose up slightly, startled at the sudden way your bodies had pressed against each other. You tapped the hand you had over one of his shoulders and said, "relax. If you don't, I won't have toes at the end of this. Inhale, exhale, you know the drill."

"Fine." Higuruma closed his eyes, inhaled, held his breath, exhaled and then looked at you. He seemed more focused now, and you began to dance again, pulling and pushing him slowly to the beat of the music. This time, he had his eyes locked on yours, and followed your steps appropriately, so you began to increase the difficulty. You started to dance circularly, and he followed your waltzing effortlessly, as you smiled at him.

"There you go. See? You're not so bad," you said, "not bad at all."

For the first time in months, he truly smiled. This was the first time you saw him smiling, actually, and you returned the expression.

Higuruma began thinking to himself that this, maybe, was really not bad at all. 

#jujutsu kaisen higuruma #higuruma x reader #jjk higuruma #jjk hiromi #hiromi x reader #higuruma hiromi #jjk imagines #jjk drabbles #jjk x you

[hisui-dreamer]

this time

Pairing: Azul Ashengrotto x gn!reader

Synopsis: your cowardice cost you from confessing to him once, but maybe you can get a second chance this time.

Tags: pinning, fluff, unrequited requited crushes, post-NRC, bot proofread

Word count: 1.5k+

Notes: this is dedicated to @azulashengrottospiano! thank you so much for changing my perspective on confessions and crushes, and i'll forever keep your words in mind haha. i hope you'll find this fic enjoyable!

Masterlist

In the moment, you just knew; your feelings for him had never faded away.

It was as if the currents of time had kept your feelings for him hidden, carefully tucked away in a secret chamber of your heart. They lay dormant, patiently biding their time, while you busied yourself with the distractions of life after graduation. But the second you caught a glimpse of his aquamarine eyes, it was as if a dam had burst, unleashing a torrent of long-suppressed emotions that flooded your being.

Your friendship with Azul had been forged in an unexpected twist of fate, woven together by trust and mutual benefit. It all began when Jade fell ill after consuming a poisonous mushroom he had foraged on one of his hikes. In a moment of urgency, Azul found himself desperately in need of a temporary replacement.

At the time, the two of you were merely acquaintances, barely exchanging more than a few polite words. However, when Azul approached you knowing you had the skills to alleviate his mountains of paperwork, which he had seen from Crowley’s increasing spare time, you agreed to stand in for Jade as long as he would pay you handsomely.

Looking back, you’re so glad you agreed to help, and even more glad he had offered you the position.  

As you took on the role of Azul's secretary, you discovered a harmonious synergy between your skills and his needs. Your efficiency and attention to detail complemented his demanding work style, creating a seamless workflow that allowed him to navigate his responsibilities with ease. It was a delicate dance, a symphony of coordination and cooperation.

But amidst the professional arrangement, something unexpected unfolded. Beneath the facade of business transactions and financial arrangements, you soon found yourself enamoured with Azul's charismatic charm and intellect, his genuine appreciation for your support and efforts. Really, how could you not? You loved how he seemed so proud to others, yet he would show such vulnerable sides of himself when Floyd would push his limits. You loved the way his face would soften, the hint of a subtle, soft smile that graced his lips when you brewed his favourite tea just right. The genuine gratitude in his eyes as he whispered a heartfelt "thanks" echoed in your mind, warming your heart. And you loved how even after Jade recovered, he noticed how overworked and weary you were, the dark circles under your eyes deepening, and he let you rest on the couch in his office, his trench coat acting as a comforting blanket that smelled of him.  Time slipped away as you slept, the entire duration of the restaurant's bustling hours, yet he remained faithfully by your side to watch over you.

Oh, you loved him, without a doubt.

But you were also a coward.

You wished so dearly to express your feelings to him, to summon the courage and hope against hope that he might, just maybe, reciprocate your affections even just a little bit. But the sheer intensity of your emotions weighed upon your heart, casting shadows of doubt and uncertainty. Should you confess the depths of your emotions now, or would it unravel the delicate threads of the beautiful friendship you had painstakingly woven together?

In the end, fear had won the battle. The fear of rejection, of irrevocably altering the dynamics that had kept you so close. And so, after graduation, life took you on separate paths, causing you to drift apart, your feelings fading away into nothing but a fond memory of your school days.

Until now, that is.

Azul sits across the table from you, a vision of charisma and charm. His presence alone fills the restaurant with an undeniable magnetism. The atmosphere crackles with a sense of anticipation, mingled with a tinge of bittersweet nostalgia. The twins, Floyd and Jade, were supposed to join you both for this reunion lunch, but Floyd had conveniently fallen ill, and Jade stayed behind to look after him. It's as if fate has conspired to create this moment, this opportune time for the two of you to reconnect.

As you gaze at Azul, you can't help but notice how he incredibly handsome he is, even more so having matured over the years. His curly silver hair delicately frames his face, adding a touch of sophistication to his appearance. His cool blue eyes shimmer with a hint of shyness and fondness, drawing you deeper into his gaze.

Lost in conversation and the delectable flavours of the meal, your attention is suddenly drawn to Azul's tender gesture. His hand reaches out, moving with graceful precision, as he gently tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear, ensuring it stays clear of the food. The touch is tender and intimate, a subtle act of care that leaves you breathless. In that fleeting moment, a surge of warmth courses through your veins, igniting a flutter of butterflies in the depths of your stomach.

But before you can fully savour the intensity of the moment, Azul's voice breaks through, laced with a hint of apology and concern. "Oh... sorry..." he mumbles. His hand retreats, as if realising the potential discomfort he may have caused. The fleeting touch is gone, but its impact remains as you feel your cheeks warm at his actions.

Oh, you're still hopelessly in love with Azul, just as you have always been.

A rush of emotions floods your being, creating a whirlwind of conflicting desires. You yearn to tell him how his touch ignited a flame within you, how it awakened feelings that have long been buried beneath the surface. But fear and uncertainty hold you captive, trapping the words within the depths of your heart.

"No, Azul," you say softly, summoning the courage that lies within, offering him a reassuring smile. "You didn't make me uncomfortable. Quite the opposite, actually."

His eyes widen in surprise, as if a weight has been lifted from his shoulders. A flicker of relief dances in his gaze, mingling with a renewed spark of hope.

"Oh... I'm glad then," he answers, his lips twitching in a manner that you know is his attempt to hide his embarrassment. A soft blush tints his cheeks, adding a touch of warmth to his already captivating features.

You feel the tension between you easing, and a sense of comfort settling in the air. The nervousness that had consumed the space between you dissipates, making room for a new energy, an anticipation of what lies ahead.

"Azul, you mentioned you're in need of a new secretary, right?" you inquire, seizing the opportunity to steer the conversation towards the unspoken desires that have silently entwined your hearts.

He nods, his brows furrowing slightly as he tries to comprehend the direction of the conversation. The corner of his lips quirks up in a curious smile, silently urging you to continue.

"Well," you pause, your voice soft but filled with determination, "do you think I'd be fit for the job?"

The room seems to hold its breath, waiting for Azul's response. His gaze lingers on you, his eyes searching your face for any hint of jest or uncertainty. There is a moment of silence, pregnant with anticipation, as the weight of your words settles between you.

A gentle smile graces Azul's lips, radiating warmth and affection. The flush on his cheeks deepens, adding to his irresistible charm. In that instant, he becomes the epitome of loveliness, a sight that captivates your heart and steals your breath away. His vulnerability, displayed in the gentle quiver of his lips, only makes you appreciate him more deeply.

Azul coughed gently as he covers his mouth, an attempt to regain composure and gather his thoughts. His gaze briefly averts, the vulnerability replaced by a sense of composed professionalism. His words stumble out, laced with a touch of awkwardness, but beneath it all, his true intentions shine through.

"W-well, obviously we're going to go through the proper procedure and an interview…" he stammers, the uncertainty in his voice betraying his attempt at maintaining a façade of formality.

But then, Azul's hand finds yours, his fingers intertwining with yours. The touch is delicate yet electric, sending a jolt of warmth coursing through your veins. The colours intensify, the air brimming with an electric energy that crackles between you. And when he speaks, his voice becomes a soothing melody, a sound that resonates within the depths of your soul, a melody you long to hear every day.

"But Angelfish," he says, his voice a tender caress that wraps around your heart, "you would not only be fit for the job, but you would bring a light to my days that no other secretary ever could. I can think of no better person than you."

His words penetrate the barriers you've built around your heart, shattering the doubts and fears that have plagued you for so long. A surge of joy and relief washes over you, manifesting as a bright smile that graces your face. Your eyebrows furrow shyly, a remnant of your school days, as if you're transported back to that time when everything was new and uncertain. But this time, there is no more running away, no more holding back.

This time, you would surely become his.

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[jadeittic]

DRUNK ON LOVE.

“Your lips are like wine, and I want to get drunk.”

Carmen “Carmy” Berzatto + Bartender!Fem!Reader

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Once upon a time in the vibrant city of Chicago, there was a newly established restaurant named "The Bear." At the heart of this culinary haven, the intoxicating aroma of delectable dishes and tantalizing drinks filled the air, drawing in hungry souls seeking a memorable dining experience.

The star of the show was a mesmerizing snake-like bartender named YN. Her iridescent scales shimmered under the soft glow of the bar lights, and her gleaming eyes held a spark of mischief that enchanted everyone who crossed her path. YN had a magnetic personality, and her quick wit and playful charm kept the customers returning, eager to experience the allure of her signature cocktails.

As the restaurant began to gain popularity, the owner, Carmen Berzatto, who is also a talented chef, a shy and unassuming culinary leader. With tousled brown hair, ocean-strong blue eyes, and tattoos adoring his arms. Carmy’s timid demeanor masked his remarkable talent in the kitchen. He was initially hesitant about handling The Bear (formerly known as The Beef.) after his brother, Mikey, left it to him, but he couldn't resist the opportunity to showcase his culinary creations at such a prestigious establishment.

From the moment YN and Carmy met, there was an instant attraction, but they hid it well under the pretense of professional camaraderie. YN was intrigued by Carmy’s reserved nature, while Carmy found himself captivated by her charisma and flair for mixology.

As days turned into weeks, the duo's chemistry began to spill beyond the bar counter and kitchen, and playful banter turned into genuine affection. YN couldn't resist teasing Carmy with subtle flirts during their shifts, much to his blushing delight. In return, he would playfully roll his eyes, pretending to be unaffected by her charm, but secretly cherishing every moment of it.

Yet, amid their blossoming romance, jealousy lurked in the shadows. YN often had to deal with flirtatious customers who tried to win her affections with extravagant tips. While she appreciated the extra earnings, Carmy couldn't help but feel a pang of protectiveness whenever he saw her indulging in their advances, even if it was just a playful act.

One fateful evening, as the restaurant bustled with laughter and clinking glasses, an unpleasant guest entered. A drunkard named Brody, fueled by liquid courage, became aggressive and obnoxious towards YN, unaware of the boundaries he was crossing.

Seeing her discomfort, Carmy’s protective instincts took over. He walked to the bar with purpose, standing tall and resolute in front of YN, ready to defend her if need be. YN admired his unwavering support and felt a deep sense of appreciation for the shy chef who had become her confidant and protector.

As the night progressed, Carmy’s culinary magic cast a spell on the dining crowd, earning him praise and admiration. The jealous thoughts in YN’s mind began to dissipate as she realized that Carmy’s brilliance in the kitchen was an art form worth celebrating, just like her flair for mixology.

As weeks turned into months, the relationship between YN and Carmy grew stronger, built on trust, respect, and an undeniable connection. The others marveled at the synergy between the snake-like bartender and the introverted chef, acknowledging that their dynamic was something special.

With time, YN’s playful flirting became genuine affection, and Carmy’s protectiveness evolved into a deep sense of love. They found solace in each other's presence, embracing their unique personalities, and cherishing the differences that made their bond stronger.

As the sun set on another magical evening at The Bear, YN and Carmy stood side by side, their hands entwined, and their hearts full of joy. They realized that their love story was no less enchanting than the restaurant they called home—a tale of two kindred spirits who found each other amidst culinary delights, laughter, and the magic of the night.

And so, in the enchanting city of Chicago, where dreams and reality intertwined, the love story of YN, the feisty serpent bartender, and Carmy, the timid chef, became a legend—a tale of love flourishing amidst the dance of flavors, a testament to the power of love, laughter, and the courage to embrace one's true self.

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[sky-casino]

entanglement - spiderman!sae x fem!reader au

pairing: spiderman!itoshi sae x fem!reader

genre: fluff, a sprinkle of pining and angst

wc: 2,200+

a/n: i previously wrote a spiderman!nagi fic with a friend and a little while later, i realized that i also wanted to write spiderman!sae lol. hope you enjoy~

your city's superhero in red-and-blue has been repeatedly saving and protecting you lately, thanks to your clumsiness and frequent weird coincidence of being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

at first, he didn't speak to you at all. he just suddenly swings by at the nick of time to save you from a nearby car crash, a scheming snatcher, or from a falling scaffold.

but perhaps the heroic spiderman also gets irritated, just like the rest of humanity. hence his new habit of speaking to you curtly after the both of you notice that he's been protecting you quite frequently lately, and by frequently it means four times just this month alone. that's once a week.

"take care." "watch your surroundings." "be attentive." "don't walk with your earphones in."

those are his terse reminders for you that he says after you thank him profusely with your face beet-red given the embarrassment you're in.

in your defense, you really have been trying to be more vigilant towards your environment, especially since you do not want spiderman to think you're a complete clutz. but perhaps the stars are simply not aligning for you right now.

after each encounter with spiderman, you always tell your friends about it in school the next day. you never fail to always gush about him, how cool he is, how safe you feel in his arms. your storytelling was out of excitement initially, but it has evolved more into embarrassment with your friends teasing you about how much of a clumsy person you are, or that you are purposely getting into accidents to grab spiderman's attention. you vehemently deny all of these allegations, stating that you are now more attentive towards your surroundings so the hero won't have to bother with you any longer.

you and your friends are too engrossed in your fun conversation that you don't notice sae picking out a drink in the nearby vending machine, secretly listening to you. he hides his amusement by maintaining his poker face and pretending to struggle selecting a drink.

you finally notice him as he is about to leave with his salted kombucha.

"oh, sae! there you are. don't forget that practice will start 15 minutes earlier later. coach has some announcements. he also wants to try a new training menu."

"no need to remind me." he replies coldly, not even looking at you.

"damn, he's handsome but rude as hell. it's still a wonder to me that you can deal with him." one of your friends says.

you sigh before replying, "well. he's the captain and i'm the manager. we need to work in synergy, or else the team and coach will have a hard time. but he's not too bad, actually! just cold, but very hardworking. and it's not like he ever ignores me." you find yourself defending your captain.

as sae walks away, he smiles a little as he recalls the way you talk about spiderman, about him.

his favorite part is whenever you express how safe you feel with him around. well, with his alter-ego around.

sae has always secretly liked you. but given his personality, it was no surprise that he denied it at first. he found himself having this inevitable habit of watching you from across the classroom, across the soccer field, across the halls. somehow up to now, his eyes always find you.

he finally admitted to himself that yes, you are attractive. and that maybe, just maybe, he is attracted to you, and your gorgeous face, and your diligence as a manager. that maybe it is indeed a crush. and he is content with that, with watching you from a far. it's nothing serious after all, he convinced himself.

but soon he noticed that he feels disappointed in himself when you talk to him about even just the slightest dip in his performance. as the manager, it's your responsibility to record and analyze the performance of each player, so it's absolutely nothing personal. but for him it is. of course, he has his own ambitions and goals for himself, so it's natural to feel dissatisfied about it. but when it comes from you, he feels a different kind of disappointment.

that's the point when he realized that it's more than a simple crush. oh.

the usually quiet sae has become even more quiet that week, battling his thoughts. convincing himself that it's just a crush, nothing more. giving himself as many excuses as possible. i can't be distracted. this is just a distraction. a distraction i absoultely can't afford to have. she's the manager, it's her job to assess me- us.

rin, his ever-loving younger brother who has been observing him, and by association, you as well, has finally spoken out of the blue as the two of them are walking home.

"you like her. that's it. it's that simple. what's more to think about?"

"huh?!" the older itoshi exclaimed, abruptly stopping on his tracks.

"you know what i'm talking about. she's single too. so go for it."

sae is looking at rin with wide eyes, surprised with his brother's nonchalance about such a sensitive topic.

"don't even try to deny it. not to me. i know you." rin went ahead before sae could even start denying, which was his exact plan.

"shut up. don't tell anyone. especially her. got it?" sae turns around and continues walking.

"but why-"

"just don't. end of discussion."

sae ended the discussion like that because even after hearing it from rin, he ultimately decided to just leave his feelings alone. he told himself that he will get over it, that he will forget about all of these.

but then he got his spider-like ability and became proficient with it in no time. putting it to good use by saving and protecting people and catching criminals. and eventually, saving you. repeatedly.

these encounters with you just hit different. catching you in his arms as the two of you swing across the horizon. seeing your pretty face illuminating the sunset hues makes his heart pound effortlessly. you tightly clinging to him as your life depends on it. your blushing face as you thank him again and again. he gets to enjoy all of these behind the mask where you can't see his equally red face and his smile.

this newfound superhuman ability provided him with more chances to spend time with you, with just the two of you.

and honestly, sae finds himself wavering from time to time. that maybe rin is right and he is wrong. that perhaps there's no harm in confessing. he is strong and he can protect you. you already like spiderman, so that also increases the chances of you agreeing to be with him. but with just a shake of his head, he shakes off these thoughts and comes back focused on his goals.

it's been a couple of months since sae last decided to get over his feelings for you. it's been hard. trying not to feel anything whenever he sees and hears you has been difficult. but this is the route he chose to take, and rin is watching on the side unamused.

one evening after the team practice, sae is left behind in the club room. this is his usual habit so no one questions it anymore. you, everyone in the team, and the coach assume that it's his way of reflecting on the day's practice and his performance.

that evening, though, you accidentally left your math notebook in the room and quickly run back to retrieve it. you expect sae to still be there, but he's not and only his bag is present. your notebook is near his duffel bag and upon picking up your item, your eyes were caught by the vibrant red-and-blue cloth with black lines all over it.

you slowly take it in your hand to further examine it. and in just a few seconds, you understand.

sae, who's coming back from the comfort room, rushes into the club room the moment he sees that the door is open, which he was certain he closed.

the two of you look at each other in a panic, aware that the other already knows the truth.

"you're…"

"yes." sae does not wait for you to finish.

"you're the one saving me all this while?"

"yes."

"why didn't you tell me… that it's you?"

sae has never found himself out of words when speaking to someone, until now. until you.

"did you know how embarrassed i've been? the entire class--including you--knows that i adore spiderman because he--you--saved me again and again. oh my god… sorry, i'm sorry for bothering you all this time!" and you on the other hand, have never found yourself as flustered as you are now, covering your face with your hands and pacing back and forth.

"you don't have to apologize, y/n." it's your first time to hear sae speak in such a warm and comforting tone. the sound is so foreign.

"i… i chose to save and protect people. you don't have to feel sorry and embarrassed. it's oka-"

"why didn't you tell me that it's you, though? you had lots of chances."

"no one knows it. even rin."

"okay. don't worry, your secret's safe with me." you mutter before walking briskly towards the door in an attempt to leave, the awkwardness getting overwhelming. but sae stops you, holding both of your arms with urgency.

"y/n, wait. you… you don't have to be embarrassed that you adore my other self. because…"

just looking at him right now makes you anxious and awkward, but you do your best holding his gaze.

"because…?"

"because i like you too. if that… makes you feel better." sae exhales slowly, not realizing that he's been holding his breath all this time.

"gotta go." he mutters after a few seconds of silence, realizing that you do not know how to respond to his confession.

sae retrieves his bag too quickly and you find yourself alone by the club room's door, too astonished by everything that transpired.

three weeks later, you invite your friends, classmates, and the soccer team to your birthday party at your house. this includes sae even though the two of you haven't been on speaking terms since that eventful night. you notice that he hasn't been looking at you either, completely ignoring your existence. but for some reason, you can't bring yourself to get mad at him. you understand that it might have been humiliating for him to admit his feelings and not getting a response in return. however, you were just too shocked at that moment, you honestly even felt a bit dizzy by the revelations that night.

as expected, sae is nowhere in sight during your celebration. you're acting like it doesn't bother you, but deep down it does.

at the end of the night, you feel depleted and take refuge in your bed. upon lying down, you feel and hear something crumple underneath your body. you quickly check it and surprisingly find a torn notebook paper with the message "rooftop." with a little web doodle that serves like a signature. all your sleepiness and exhaustion immediately vanish. you put on your cream-colored cardigan and climb up the stairs to your apartment building's rooftop.

you expect to find sae there but there are only two small boxes--a mini cake and a stapled shopping bag.

being occupied with the gifts sort of numbs your awareness of your surroundings, hence you don't feel sae slowly descending from his web string a few meters behind you. he removes his mask upon landing.

"happy birthday." he suddenly says, making you jolt.

"oh my god, itoshi sae! don't scare me like that!" sae laughs at your cute expression.

"sorry, i wasn't able to attend. had to take care of something."

"don't worry about it." you say as you wave your hand. "you're spiderman, after all. there are more pressing matters that need your attention. and besides, you're here right now, aren't you? thank you for the gifts. i really appreciate them."

he strides towards the spot beside you, leaning his forearms on the railing.

a moment of silence ensues, but this time it's not filled with tension or any smidge of awkwardness. it's a comfortable silence.

"sorry too for… ignoring you these past weeks. i-"

"no sae, i'm the one who has to apologize." you say with conviction as you face towards him. "i was just too shocked by the things i learned that night. i found out that you're spiderman, you… you said you like me. i didn't mean to not give you any response. but still, i'm so sorry."

sae is looking at with you with wide eyes, astounded that you're apologizing to him even though he thought that he put you in a difficult position when he confessed out of the blue.

"can i hug you?" he whispers without thinking, too mesmerized by you and your enchanting personality.

you open your arms with a sheepish smile and sae do not waste any second, going in and wrapping you up in his suit-clad arms.

you embrace him back tightly, basking in his warmth, feeling him and every nook and cranny of his spiderman suit. this is the man who have been tirelessly saving you, the people, and protecting the city these past months while juggling school and soccer.

and he's in your arms, and he loves you.

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[sashi-ya]

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝒀𝑵𝑬𝑹𝑮𝒀 byakuya kuchiki x f! reader

synergy /ˈsɪnədʒi/ the interaction or cooperation of two or more organizations, substances, or other agents to produce a combined effect greater than the sum of their separate effects.

a/n: I suddenly remember I had this scenario in my byakuya folder from some months ago when I only posted one piece fics, so I re read it and said "why not posting it?" and so here it is. tw: trying for a baby with kuchiki taicho. impregnation and pregnancy alert. byakuya and reader try for a baby. a little bit of angst cause there is too much drama we can't forget. totally self indulging. slow love making. wc: 1.9K tagging: @byakuyasbabe cause I'm sure you will love to read this one

“When will you bring us the next successor, Byakuya?” they ask him. But he only wants to have fun with her. He really wants to enjoy her, for him, only and just for him.

“Cherry blossom uncle… I want a cousin!” Ichika asks, while playing with her limited edition Chappy plushie Byakuya got for her…

Day and night, he is always so busy, cold bed, cold kisses in between sleepy nights. Avoiding his lover, because he knows, because he can tell she wants it.

It’s so late, the water runs, and he splash his perfect countenance with it. In the privacy of his bathroom, Byakuya watches his reflection. He is paler than ever, he is tired, he is worried.

Does he really want a baby? Does he really want to share you with a new life?

“What a selfish behaviour, Byakuya” he repeats to himself, while tying his long hair up in a ponytail. Since the Quincy invasion, he hasn’t cut his hair, because he knows how much you love it. But because he also has to leave it long; he is a married man, the Kuchiki clan leader that’s becoming older and “mature”.  

You close your book. Something is wrong with your love. He has been acting a lot more distant -than always-. Colder. Byakuya hasn’t been tangling in your sheets like he did every night, and the mornings are as quiet as dead.

It has started to snow. There are two things you like about the gardens outside, one is when they are covered in pure white and the other is when they are bathed by that pink mantle of sakura flowers.

You realize that Byakuya is taking too long inside the bathroom, and after taking a swift look outside, you take his haori to cover your body. Wearing just a fine silk gown outside bed isn’t very proper for winter.

Knocking softly on the wooden door that separates you from him, you wait for him to answer. But he doesn’t. You panic… is he alright?

“Byakuya? Are you in there? Are you ok, love?” you ask. You could open the door, but you respect his privacy more than anyone else.

You can hear some sounds inside, and then, the door opening. “Sorry, you needed to use the bathroom?” he asks, coming out and letting you space to pass.

But you stay in place; your hand reaches his wrist. You know something isn’t ok with him. Frowning in pure worry, you take a look at his deep blue eyes.

“No. I’m worried about you. You know you can tell me, perhaps I can’t help you solve the problem, but I can support you” you whisper, being really serious about it.

Byakuya loves your resolve, and he also loves the way your words are like a sweet balsam to any pain in his heart.

He takes a deep breath and pulls you towards his chest. As always, his hot embrace is enough for your soul to feel sparkles fly. Where there was a pressure that wouldn’t let you breath, now, there is an aura of pure protection and fresh air.

“Should we… be parents?” he asks, grazing your back and unable to look into your eyes.

You smile, with your cheek pressed against his chest. That’s the problem, after all… “Problem”.

“You wanna be a daddy, Bya?” you ask, pushing him softly away so that you could see his face.

His look softens; a daddy… he has heard Ichika call Renji “daddy” so many times, when he held her in his arms, when Rukia told her “daddy was home”.

He had imagined this before. But it didn’t go as planned… what if… what if he isn’t here to protect his baby? What if… you leave him and his baby?

“You are scared, aren’t you?” you ask, aware of him unable to speak, but telling you everything with his eyes.

He looks down at your hands; and slowly nods. Byakuya has learnt some years ago that being afraid of losing is what kept him alive, human, remembering that he indeed has a heart.

“I am. But… I don’t wanna be a father because of the rest pushing me to it… I want it because I-” he murmurs.

You are sure, however, that his real intentions aren’t to please anyone else, but his own heart demanding to bond his soul to yours with the fruit of your love.

You smile again. A beam that’s bright as the sun. Your hand reaches for his chubby cheek, a soft caress on his beardless face and a look that can only a person who loves the other can give.

“I’d love to become a mother, but only if the father is named Kuchiki Byakuya…” you whisper, pulling him closer to you as you walk backwards.

He grins. Oh, caro mio, what a beautiful miracle is to see you smile…

Your legs hit the mattress behind, and you fall back. He follows you; both lay on the bed, looking at each other’s eyes. Lust? perhaps. But it’s tinted with so much profound love, it should be call purity.

“Can I make love to you, all night long?” he asks, with the tip of his nose grazing yours. His lips dancing so delicately over your crimson, needy ones. Your lover’s warm breathe mixing with yours, anticipating what you are about to do…

Joining bodies. Fingers interlocked. It’s cold outside, and the soft flakes dance in a dark night. But inside, the heat of your beating hearts, of your sensitive bodies…

Byakuya helps you lay your head on the pillow. The mellow orange tint of a candle dances and creates beautiful shadows against the wall. A shadow formed by two lovers kissing, by Byakuya’s soft hands undressing the woman underneath him.

His pale pink lips land on your forehead, on your lips, on your neck. He takes some time to inhale the spicy vanilla scent your skin has. Little grunts as a primal reaction when he does, he shivers, there is no woman in any of the worlds that could make him feel this way.

Byakuya’s delighted expression, is like a work of art for you. His frown softens, it looks like melting. His sharp eyes become the kindest. His lips barely separate, letting just a little bit of his front teeth to show. Long eyelashes create shadows on his cheeks.

“How can someone be so perfect…?” you ask, amazed, even after so long, at his angelical features.

The captain’s cheeks become blushed, hot even. The tip of his nose, too.

His lips barely tremble; and even if he wishes for you not to notice, you do. You play with a tuft of hair that’s been left outside of his low ponytail, curling it around your index. Even if the two of you were burning in desire, you didn’t want to rush things. It was all night long, right? There is plenty of time to enjoy every and each thing that you two will remember forever…

“Let me… please” you ask, slowly helping him free his body from the soft bamboula pants he is wearing. You enjoy the parts of his body you love the most, the kissable hip dips, the milky white skin so tight on his pelvic bones, the little scar that’s been there since his own petals cut him, what’s under the tiny happy trail that goes from his belly button down…

You are tempted to grab his sex, and you do with pure delicacy, making his muscles spasm and him to moan so seductively.

He reacts to it. Nothing should be received if it’s not given. Byakuya’s hand goes down, down to your sin. He takes it slow; nothing rushes him to enjoy the wetness forming in between your folds.

You begin to pump; you can feel his inner thighs tremble. He begins to trace circles on your core, making your toes to curl and your back to slightly arch in consequence.

Both give each other love, pleasure. Open mouths and pleading eyes fixed into the other’s. You can’t speak, neither does he. Why is it that you search for relief with only just your hands? Why don’t you melt into just one body already?

On the verge of climax, and with his lips around your nipples, you both stop for a brief second. “Do I?” he asks, when he wouldn’t normally do, he does now.

You bite your lip, you want this. He does too. Both ache for it, and yet still, even if it’s natural… you were scared. How could you not?

Byakuya stands up, he simply kneels in between your legs. Legs that rest on top of his thighs, spread so that he finally buries into you.

“I love you…” he murmurs, passing his hand underneath your waist. He helps you sit on his lap, leaving space just for your sexes to join whenever you are ready.

“I love you, too” you whisper, crossing your arms behind his neck. You can feel his hardness touching your entrance. But it’s not eagerly searching to enter, it’s just as if it was so natural, a feeling you never felt before even after so many times… why does it feel like the first time?

Byakuya’s hands hang over the small of your back. Yours in between his shoulder blades. Soft pecks given with pouting lips, and perhaps some little tears pooling in your eyes. You weren’t sad, no… It’s just that emotions were big enough to overflow your heart.

When, and only after some time, his hips begin to move in and out of you, he traps your moans in his mouth. You pull from his hair, he moves your body to accompany his thrusts.

Everything seems to go slow, so slow. You can feel each and every time his sex twitches inside of you. He can feel the way your walls spasm, clench to his length.

Your nails carve on his back, his teeth on your shoulder.

What a mystery it is the way the flame of desire gets feed by love, the way it grows so big, consuming all the air around, allowing bodies to succumb to nonsense and be only slaves of pleasure…

Words that turn to whimpers, emotions only expressed with physical reactions. Skin that sweats, skin that shivers, that turns hot and red. Lips bitten, pupils dilated.

Byakuya stops hitting you with steady thrusts that have become faster now. He blinks twice, he knows that he is about to finish. And you know it too.

The captain can’t speak, and can’t barely hold himself still… tell him to do it, tell him to finally seal this deal called eternal love.

You smile, blinking slowly and nod. You can’t speak, either. But, you just told him everything he needed.

His lips crash against yours. It’s not soft, not slow, not delicate. Now it hits you with the violence, the need, the passion, everything his soul is and that he usually keeps it locked in. Byakuya, and his impulses, everything he is, his true self and the part of him you love the most… the rush and the force of his love, filling you up, making you shiver, making you climax…

“Whatever the outcome of this it is… don’t you ever leave my side. I love you more than words can express” he grunts, once he thinks has finished but still some spasms invade his body.

You rest your forehead on his shoulder, still connected, feeling the warm pressure in your insides… “As long as your light keeps shining in the middle of my nights, I will be always here… I love you; I love you so much”

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[evablueblanket]

Will you tell me about an LU character you love and why you love them? Please please please ramble on and on! It's my favorite! I get so many fun ideas when people gush about their favorites.

I (think) I've said this before, but I am not the most analytical/observ person ever so most of what I say is probably kinda shallow :') BUT THIS IS MY RAMBLE SO OH WELL

Okay so recently, I've been on a Warriors kick. I just super love how like, everyone portrays him! Most see him as big brother shaped, which I super love. His background is just so vastly different than every other Link, which serves as a very cool contrast imo

The way @somer-writes makes Twi and Wars idiodic brothers is like, my favorite ever. I love love love LOVE how he writes Wars and Twi it's so insane the comedy that unfolds when they're just messing around xD

Warriors has this air, this *vibe* which I'm just super drawn too, I think it's just how my personality vs his works (you could theoretically draw *some* parallels with Sokka from ATLA, at least the way they each hold themselves I'd say. Also big bro stuff) (ALSO how both of them are portrayed as 'smart', which is a trait I typically relate too in characters)

When I like a character though, it's more based on the different types of relationships everyone writes them as though, I'd say. Wars and Time and Wind have this super intriguing bond that I think is cool to see how everyone interprets it! For the most part people write them as they're all aware of the War of Ages and whatnot, which lead to some nice fluff and/or angst. But when there's some time paradoxes, it makes it every so more tragic and it's really interesting to see how that can get written. I recall a fic (I FORGOT THE TITLE AND THE AUTHOR NOO) where Wars was teaching Wind medic stuff, but it was like a year before Wind meets Wars in the war. So Wars is all "sob this is why Wind is such a good medic? *Bc I taught him?*" THIS IS SO COOL AND INTERESTING

Also when there's War of Ages fics that have Time/Mask being a stupid child (/aff) they're just super hilarious. There's a series out there that has the Fierce Deity (sorry forgot the author again xD) act as Wars parent figure/older brother figure and it's just really funny to me bc ofc Wars would be a stupid overworking idiot. Loser smh

Four is also another one of the sillies that live in my brain, and I kinda wish there were more fics on how they interact. Though, if I'm being real idk how they really would cause they don't really have the same synergy as any other Links. I just like my favorites to interact, but I super understand how they wouldn't ^^

Small side bit on serious Wars (the biggest example is "Call Them Brothers" by wutheringmights which I'm almost 100% certain you've read that already cause it's soooo long and it's SO GOOD AHH) and ugh I wish I could pay attention more to get every complexity that this Wars has but the brain kinda hates me. I think it makes a lot of sense for Wars to have a grittier characterization, war does that to people. The entire fic is so visceral to me, I just vividly remember reading the flashback section about the long winter, and I don't even know how to really describe it xD

Wars has such a broad range of emotion, if one were to put him under and microscope and study him there would be SO MUCH.

HAVE I TALKED ABOUT THE AESTHETIC

HES THE FUCKING PRETTY BOY OF THE GROUP AND THAT'S SO VALUBLE TO ME FOR NO REAL REASON

Ik Wild is seen as the one with like, outfits and Legend has his jewlery, BUT WARS HAS HIS FUCKING SCARF. THERES SO MANY POSTS ABOUT WARS AND HIS EMOTIONAL SUPPORT SCARF AND I AM SO FUCKING FOR IT YOU HAVE NO IDEA

THE SHADE OF BLUE IS AWESOME, ITS SO COOL, ITS SO COOL HES SO COOL RAHHHH

*oops tehe I rambled like a lot* ty for this opportunity :D I'm super glad I decided to type this on my laptop and not my phone xD

#EvaBlue Rambles #like a lot #EvaBlue Answers #linked universe warriors #linked universe wars #linked universe #lu wars #lu warriors #I love rambling #this was super fun #tyyyy ily skip #you're a very cool person

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Saved DC (and DC x DP) Fics

DC

Are You Red Hood

CAPES, KISSES AND CHRISTMAS COOKIES (Christmas at Clark's)

Faking Amnesia

Incorrect Quotes: Alfred The Cat

Don't Let Them Do Heavy Lifting-Bat Brats

Getting Kidnapped Clark vs Bruce

BatFam Headcanons

Jason Pissing Off Tim

Batman's Second Heart

A Thing As Robin

Dad (Bruce) Can Fix It

Bruce Gets Lost At The Grocery Store

Batfam Is Multilingual

Every Robin Had Been Hit With Some Kind Of Toxin

Dick Bonding With His Brothers

The Tim Drake Special

Batcat Vs. Brutalia

Soulmate Marks

Fucking With The Press

Covertly Talking

Halloween

Tim's Experiment Is On The Loose

Jason Being Cute

Jason Two Truths And A Lie

Learning To Patch Bullet Holes (Don't Use Tampons)

Dick Is Tim's Hero

Dick Sees Old Friends

Dick Knows Everyone's Location (Except His Own)

Dick And Jason Synergy

Bruce Wearing His Children's Merch

You Don't Know Everything About Jason

Jason, What Have You Done

Annoying Other Drivers

Dick Trapped With A Therapist

Wisdom Passed Down By Each Robin

People Finding Out Bruce Is Ripped

The Riddler: Is That Kid?

Tim Is The Most Older Sibling To Damian

Canon And Fanon Dick Grayson

Dick And Jason Babysitting The Justice League

Dick Talking To penguins

Do It Better

Unnamed Jason/Dick/Damian Short

Pissing Of Jason

Dick The Angriest Of The Batfam?

Tim Stalking Dick And Jason

Is Stabbing Someone Immoral?

Bruce's Nemesis, Margie

Jason Todd's Will

DC x DP

Not Human

Batman Thinks Fenton Works Is Evil

Dead End Call (Personal Favorite)

Damian Adopted By Danny

Crime Alley

'god' Danny

Dani Gives The Sidekicks and Heroes Nightmares

Constantine Summons The Ghost King

Grounded and Accidentally Kidnapped

1 Colon 65 Dash 9

A Fight Over Pluto

My Hero Actually DID His Job

Justice League Trying To Shut Down The GIW

Better Watch Out (Christmas)

Selena Has Danny's Core

Danny Refuses To Answer Constantine's Summoning

Danny De-aged To 10 And Fixing The Batmobile

The Wayne's Watching Jazz & Danny For The Summer

Danny Co-Parenting The Bat Kids

Danny Stopping A Joker Trap (Roller Coaster)

Danny Being A Mechanic At The Watchtower

Stop Having A Concussion And Get Us Home

Government Dog

Dan The Training Villain

Danny Beats The Joker To Death With A thermos

'Radioactive' Hero

Practice Your Skills

Camping In Space

Ouija Boards

Fighting For Friendship

I'm Who You Failed

Brawl Buddies

Ghost Flirting

Blob Meditation

Unintentionally Mysterious Danny

Your Brother's Dead

Danny Is A Ghost Baby Who Feels Like An Ancient

Danny Is Constantine's Father

Put That Thing Back Where It Came From Or So Help Me

Danny's Parents Captured The Spirit Of Gotham

Danny Can't Sing