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Pleaaaseeee tell me more about Twin Suns, I am BEGGING! So curious, love the title, and I am absolutely in love with your writing and how you portray Boba! I am ELATED that you’re working on more stories because I will devour each and every one! 💚🖤
Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then post a little snippet or tell them something about it.
MY BELOVED BOBA BESTIE 💖🥰💕☺️ I cannot WAIT to share all these with y'all because boy howdy do I have some things written and planned 😈
Thank you to everyone for all the asks, I'm so in awe of all your love and support it means so much 😭
OK NOW so Twin Suns is my baby, my sweet summer child, the light of my life because it's the fic that started it all for me. I'd never done creative writing before (though I'm a big reader and have read fanfic since I was wayyyy too young) and one day in April 2022 I sat down and wrote what would become the turning point in Twin Suns and I haven't looked back since!! It's a slow burn (as in they don't even kiss until the second to last chapter type of slow burn 🥴) that has A LOT of feelings and even more YEARNING. After edits, it will be around 100k give or take. It's my goal to start posting it on a weekly basis beginning in August but that may change depending on life and editing.
That being said, I'm going to save this snippet for the announcement preview (a la what I did for Ex Libris) but here is the tagline summary:
Under the twin suns of Tatooine, you and the daimyo revolve in bright orbit around one another—will you burn or blossom in the heat?
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some others who have interacted or might be interested (lemme know if you don't wanted to be tagged in the future) 💕 @writingwintermoon@ghostvizsla@hes-all-and-hes-more@thirsty-boba-fett-posts@erinthevampire@vorpan-yaimi @becks-things @kakashibabe02@pickleprickle
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Beautiful Ruiner, Damn My Ashes
George Weasley x Reader Smut 18+
A standalone fic from the We Stood In the Sun (Before It Exploded) series.
Genre: Smut, Angst(?)
Content Warnings:
NSFW
Grief
Word Count: 1,296
He panted heavily, his chest heaving as he groaned out in both anguish and pleasure, the feeling of your nails raking down his back somehow splintering him and bringing him to life all at once.
God, you were ruinous.
The way you looked up at him when he touched you like this, filled you like this, it was addictive, life altering, something he could not live with nor without.
You would be the end of him,
And oh what a cruel and beautiful fate that would be.
The crescents of your nails stamped permanently into his skin, your voice the last thing to play before his ears, and your body beneath his the final thing his eyes would ever see,
How could he dare to argue with such a lecherous end to his life? Such a fruitful lust, as long as it culminated in him seeing the stars that played behind your eyelids when you finally came undone for him.
So beautiful,
So heartbreaking,
So necessary,
So incredibly ruinous in Every. Single. Way.
The end of all ends,
The beginning of all beginnings,
Your body, your pleasure, you.
He felt guilt begin to build in his chest as he watched you, brushed the hair out of your face and behind your ear as you whimpered pitifully beneath his body, helpless to his never ending barrage of fulfilling thrusts as he penetrated you to the hilt
over and
over
and
over
again.
He growled harshly at his own uncontrollable thoughts,
His own uncontrollable needs,
And quickly took your chin between his thumb and forefinger, watching as you opened your eyes to meet his familiar, cold gaze.
But he was so struck at what he saw within those eyes that his hip-bruising voracity waned, and his own orbs widened in surprise,
There was hope there, pride, joy, and something else he could not put his finger on,
Or rather, something that he did not want to put his finger on,
But, no matter,
They were rather occupied at the moment anyhow.
But those eyes,
So beautiful, so shiny even in the dimmed light of his bedroom, where only the dying bulb of his bedside lamp and the moon could light his path to salvation,
(to you).
He was awestruck.
There was silence in his mind for a few moments, as he stared down at your body, at the place where the two of you were connected as one, despite everything he had done, and everything that he had not.
But then, noting his slowed thrusts and sudden lack of urgency, you mewled for him in a way that made his mind race, those claws of yours moving from his back to his hips to pull and scratch at them, causing them to stutter before speeding up once more.
Surely you would kill him like this, oh beautiful ruiner, damn far more than his soul, but even his ashes to Hell for the thoughts you caused him to have.
He was ruined for anyone save for this woman who laid before him, that was for certain.
And all of his feelings for you, the hatred, the annoyance, the fondness, the admiration, and that one other thing he had seen in your eyes...
They made it so hard to focus, so hard to forget, and he couldn’t help but wonder what else he was doing this for if not that.
Why was he buried within you, gasping for air, pressing his sweaty forehead against your own and almost smiling, if not to forget?
He could not bring himself to answer the question, but he could bring himself to push it away, and drown himself in you,
And so he did.
George began to thrust his hips into yours even harder, his finger tips digging into your ass and hips with a bruising force as he lifted you towards him for better access, desperate to be connected, and desperate to be whole again.
You gave him all that he could ask for and more, and he hissed when he felt you press closer, your ankles locking around his hips as you squeezed your thighs tighter to his body, your head falling back in what he prayed was bliss.
You were a perfect sight to behold, such beautiful damnation, as if you were made solely for his eyes to see.
Suddenly,
Cursing, gasping, growling, George came deep inside of you, his hands shaky as he lowered you to the bed completely, slowly severing the connection between your bodies.
It was cold all alone, so cold when he couldn’t feel you, that he had half a mind to bury himself inside your heat once more, and just forget about the outside world.
But before he could, you spoke, confusion in your voice as you raised your hand to his face to brush some of his over-grown ginger locks away from his eyes.
“George?”
You asked softly, and your voice made him shiver far more than the coldness of this lonely world outside of you ever could.
“Yes?”
He replied quietly, as if afraid he would frighten you away if he spoke too loudly.
“Why wont you kiss me again?”
George felt his eyes widen at your words, and they swept over your form slowly as his mouth began to form a response,
“I can’t, it wasn’t fair when I did before. It wasn’t real, it was just hungry, and cruel, and I won’t do that to you again. I’m not a monster, Y/n. I’m not.”
His words were spoken more to reassure himself than you, and he knew that, but even so he looked towards you once more to see your reaction, and the sorrow and everything else, unchanged from before, that could be found within your eyes was very nearly too much for him to bear.
Especially that unnamed emotion, the one that made his stomach clench in fear.
You raised your fingers, adept and nimble, familiar and haunting, to his face once more, this time framing his cheek and stroking it gently with your thumb as you spoke, sympathy so evident within your tone that it should’ve made George angry,
But this time it only hurt.
“Oh but George,”
You murmured, and he panicked as your familiarity started to fade, and that emotion he could not, would not, name, began to bleed away from your gaze,
“If that’s true, then why are you here?”
Ice cold fear clutched at George’s chest as your body beneath him vanished, your warmth replaced with an oh so familiar nothingness that made him want to weep for not just what he had lost, but for what he had never even had the opportunity to lose in the first place.
He was so lost in the darkness, with nothing and no one there, and he called out your name for what felt like hours with absolutely no response but his own voice echoing back at him, reminding him of his sins, and his atrocities born from grief.
He awoke in his bed gasping for air, his heart pounding in his chest as he sat up quickly, looking around for someone in his darkened bedroom, the only light being that of the moon, which poured in past his open curtains.
Fred was not there,
You were not there,
He was completely alone, and the world was cold again, outside of you.
And there was nothing to do now but lay awake and remember your warmth while ignoring that feeling of guilt as it grew stronger and stronger inside of him, because he knew
He would never find that emotion in your eyes anywhere outside of his dreams,
And you were not his to dream of in the first place.
“Beautiful ruiner, what have you done to me?”
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