#well - even if it IS bad to enjoy re-reading your own fics or admit to it - i did it anyway and i'm not sorry LMAO

[mearpsdyke]

Tag Game To Better Know You! Send this to people you'd like to know better!

thank you for the tag @knivesofwater <3 i always enjoy tag games :D

what book are you currently reading?

emma by jane austen, i bought the book like 2 summers ago but never finished it, i found it boring at the time :P now i find it more interesting, i've barely started it though.

what do you usually wear?

i have two sides, cutesy femme lesbian that wears pink flowery dresses and all the jewelry she owns, or jock dyke that wear sports bras and shorts everywhere. depends on the day or where i'm going.

how tall are you?

height is a social construct (< is 1.53)

what’s your star sign? do you share a birthday with a celebrity or historical event? 

i'm a gemini! and yes, i share my birthday with manchester united women, since the women's side was re-launched on the same day as my birthday (but we don't share birth year)

do you go by your name or a nickname?

everyone just calls me zyan, only my parents call me by my full name - and my friend marjorie when she's upset about my fic decisions, but other than that she usually calls me baby z or zyanny.

did you grow up to become what you wanted to be as a child? 

well, i didn't marry a handsome prince at 16 or became a veterinarian, so nope. but i still write stories, and 7 year old me would be glad to know we still write stories about fairies.

are you in a relationship? If not, who is your crush if you have one?

nope, but i'm head over heels for a girl from college, and sometimes i think she may like me too but i'm probably just misinterpreting things.

what’s something you’re good at vs something you’re bad at?

i'm really good at writing! i take pride in this, one day i would like to be a serious published author with one of the big editorials in argentina. but on the other side, i'm really bad at doing push ups or frontal kicks - and i've been a kick boxer for 3 years now, but i still can't polish those things.

if you draw/write, or create in any way, what's your favorite picture/favorite line/favorite etc. from something you created this year? 

this line from obsesionario, chapter 2:

Dani smiles, a warm feeling spreading on his chest when he thinks of Jamie. “I believe in him too, coach,” he says, genuine. It doesn’t matter that he’s known Jamie for a couple hours, or that he’s tried to get rid of the cosmic ties that bind them together before, Dani will always be on Jamie’s side, even if he doesn’t want him to be.

and this paragraph from tierra y sol:

He will never admit it out loud, but at this point the bar is an extension of himself. He knows it like the back of his hand and in turn, it knows him. He doesn’t hit his head with the annoying starfish decorations Sarita put up, his hand knows exactly where not to touch the wooden surface lest he’ll get splinters, his eyes don’t roam around the cabinet looking for some specific bottle because his gut knows it’ll be on the top left corner – the bar is more his than the hotel’s.

i really like the tierra y sol one because i've been experimenting with this way of writing characters - their actions and behaviors define their personalities more than the words they say can, and i think it makes them infinitely more human than detailed descriptions of their lives can. (sorry for the rant, the letras student in me comes out when talking about writing lol)

what’s something you’re currently obsessed with?

king of fighters! remember the arcade games you spent the change from the groceries your mom sent you to buy? those. i'm obsessed with the 2001 game, i've been playing it for a couple days now, my favorite characters are four and i've been writing some fics about them in my ff.net. if anyone's interested, my account is dollalpaca.

what’s a hidden talent of yours? 

i can be really quiet when i need to be, so i'm a master at spooking my friends or leaving without being noticed. works perfectly for social gatherings i'm forced to attend lol.

what's something you wish to have at this moment?

this really cute pink holographic dress i saw the other day while buying a christmas gift for my mom, but alas i had to buy my mom's gift, i didn't have enough money for two items.

gonna tag some wc and newer mutuals too so hi @dykecotomia @astillaz @korderoatado @jonascarp912 @onlynaturaltohardenup @milfgeto @butchclericbeast do this if you'd like, if not no problem <3

#tag meme #zyan ted talks

[justanotherghostwriter]

Hi Twin! Here you go for the ao3 wrapped asks: 6, 17, 20, 30 please! Sending love!

Twin! Hello! Thank you for asking questions <3 I answered 6 and 30 in another ask, but I'll copy and paste the answers here for easier reading for you :'D Hope you're doing well!

6. Favorite title you used

The letter W, I found out this evening when reviewing the title of my fic for the year.

I don’t like writing titles, actually; they’re the most difficult part of writing for me, in many ways. And with so few fic to choose from, this was a struggle for me to answer. If I had to choose one of the five fic... We Saw a Spark. Even without knowing the song reference, that line speaks a lot about hope and the sudden striking of new things that could be dangerous, yes, but could also bring light.

17. Your favorite character to write this year?

You know, I sat with this a long time trying to figure out if I enjoyed Katara or Zuko more this year. It’s like choosing between my children. xD I think I’m going to say Katara because 1) I’ve done it more and stats speak, right? And 2) the space I was in this year really leant itself to writing Katara with my heart in deeper ways than I ever have before. Especially in We Saw a Spark which was (and will be, when I get back to it, eventually lmao help) a bit of an exploration for me of parts of the need to help others to deal with pain. The good and bad and un-lable-able bits of that response. I never went through Zuko’s coping mechanisms, per se, but Katara’s are a lot more familiar to me, at their core, if not in their actual outworking. And that was something special to do.

20. Which work of yours have you reread the most?

Here I am to drag myself fully. The actual work of mine I’ve re-read the most is A House Built With Many Stones (ATLA, gen) which was written in 2020. I will fully admit I love the scene of Aang and Zuko and the big reveal so much that I sneak back there to relive it. Also Suki and Zuko friendship. And then I lie there and imagine what I would have done if it were a Zutara piece and —

The piece from this year I’ve re-read the most was probably We Saw a Spark, but that’s because I wrote it all out of order and on my phone in bits and pieces and I needed to quadruple check for errors and the reminder of what on earth I was trying to get at weeks ago in the line to the bank, or whatever. It’s still less to get through than Atlas, which I’ll only re-read to empathise with what I put my poor readers through ;)

30. Biggest surprise while writing this year?

That I didn’t finish any of the event fic that I swore I would be done by their deadlines? No, honestly, We Saw a Spark somehow gained chapters and is months and months overdue. I’m Pikachu surprised meme that, wow, breaking my self-vow never to post something before it was complete ever again led to me ghosting my own fanfic. I guess I’m just really living up to my username in ways I never, ever expected.

Less cheekily, the biggest surprise is always the feedback. The love in the comments and the tags and the bookmark notes. The recs. The fanart (thank you <3). I hope I never stop not expecting it.

Ask me AO3 wrapped questions.

Fic from 2022:

Atlas: Rebuilding (Zutara)

Dog Days (Zutara)

We Saw A Spark (Zutara)

What Goes Must Come (Agent Carter)

While the Music Lasts (Zutara)

#Askbox Answers #About My Writing #Northern Twin #Also fun fact for you: had some time today #so I was planning on answering asks and reading and doing some writing #instead I answered some asks after re-watching ep 13 and 14 of Dr Romantic AGAIN #Guess where I'm going to read and cry right after this

[trivalentlinks]

AO3 Wrapped: 3, 16, 29, and 30 please :D

3. What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)?

Probably the longfic, What we owe each other. It's my first real long-fic and I'm really proud of how several of the more serious parts turned out.

16. What’s your most common “Additional Tags” tag?

Fluff! Doesn't surprise me. I love fluff.

29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

I really liked this exchange from What we owe each other, set the first time Eliot spends a night with Quinn after having left Moreau:

The young woman pleaded and screamed easily, which Eliot was grateful for. Damien wanted her pleas and screams, needed them to squeeze information from her father, so Eliot was going to extract them one way or another. It was just as well that she was generous with them.

"So anyway," Eliot heard Quinn's voice speaking softly out of nowhere, "this elephant is just minding her own business, scratching her butt on a coconut tree..."

Eliot woke up with a gasp from the sheer incongruity of the experience.

"Hey," Quinn said sleepily. "It's okay, you're okay. It was just a nightmare."

The woman's quiet pleading was still ringing in Eliot's ears, and that time around, they hadn't even gotten to the worst part.

"No," Eliot said. "It was real."

"You're not there any more," Quinn said. "You got away."

"What if I didn't?" Eliot asked. He couldn't help feeling like a part of him would always be Damien's.

Quinn raised an eyebrow. "Then this is a hell of a hallucination, and I'd have to find out what exactly I've been smoking."

Eliot rolled his eyes. "You know what I meant, Quinn."

"I do," Quinn admitted. "But can we do that in the morning? It's 2AM."

"Is it really?" Eliot asked.

"Oh, shut up," Quinn said. "There's no law that you answering all my dumb 2AM questions means I have to do the same for you."

"I didn't mean it like that," Eliot said with another roll of his eyes. "I just can't remember the last time I slept six consecutive hours."

Quinn hummed. "It's too bad nobody would believe me if I wrote 'put Eliot Spencer to sleep' on my résumé."

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Especially that last line. Poor Quinn. It really is true that nobody would believe him.

(Also I just really, really enjoyed writing Eliot trying to feel guilty and hopeless and Quinn derailing all of his thoughts like a bastard.)

30. Biggest surprise while writing this year?

One thing that kind of surprised me is that I feel like my writing matured a lot compared to five years ago when I fell out of fandom, even though I haven't really done any writing in the meantime. I was re-reading some of my old science boyfriends (MCU) WIPs with half a mind to finish them and realized that while I still love the characters, the writing really wasn't me any more.

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Thank you so much for the ask! <3

#ask game #leverage #leverage fic #ao3 wrapped

[hollyand-writes]

Things I should be doing this afternoon: Writing my fanfic 

Things I’m actually doing this afternoon: Re-reading my fanfic

#after i answered an ask from @dismalzelenka earlier about sharing something i'm proud of from one of my fanfics #i ended up re-reading the whole of 'A Marriage of Convenience' and laughing at my own shit jokes all over again LMAO. is that bad? #well - even if it IS bad to enjoy re-reading your own fics or admit to it - i did it anyway and i'm not sorry LMAO #there's lots of stuff i enjoyed writing in that fic and that i'm proud of even if other people don't agree #anyway #hollyand rambles #hollyand writes #except that i didn't write #LOL

[tanoraqui]

There actually are enough good fics about postcanon tentative reforging of assorted pairs and even the whole of the Gusu Summer School No Brain Cell Trio to satisfy my niche itch, so pls enjoy these stray snippets of a fic I don't have to write:

Nothing would've happened if the cultivation conference wasn't at Cloud Recesses. But it was, Cloud Recesses with its pale stone and gracefully winding walkways and too many memories, including Lan Xichen sitting the whole thing out in seclusion somewhere... If it'd been at the Unclean Realm, Nie Huaisang would've been busy and if it'd been at Carp Tower the memories only would've been manageably bad, and if it was Lotus Pier or one of many smaller sects, it would've been...fine. Just fine.

But it was Cloud Recesses this year, this first conference since Jin Guangyao's downfall, and specifically it was half past ten at night, and Nie Huaisang was wandering the elegant pathways with a mostly full jar of wine in one hand. The previous jar, now entirely empty, had been left back in his room. He was a Nie, so he was only half as drunk as he'd always used to pretend at these things - but at least twice as drunk as he'd ever actually been.

After da-ge's death, of course. Before that, he used to get plenty drunk. Playfully drunk. With friends.

It would be a terrible idea for him to go appear on Lan Xichen's doorstep. Neither of them was ready for that yet.

So he appeared on Jiang Cheng's.

[ . . . ]

"Fine." Nie Huaisang pouted and turned. "I'll go ask Wei-xiong - "

And Jiang Cheng was easy, he was so easy, he'd always been easy, the only new thing is the faintest edge of wariness to his fury -

He grabbed Nie Huaisang's elbow in a flash and snapped, "Ugh, fine, I'll go - but I'm holding the wine."

Nie Huaisang laughed and handed it over. Jiang Cheng immediately took a deep swig.

[ . . . ]

It must've been a quiet night at the Jingshi. Wei Wuxian's sleeping robes didn't look the least bit hastily pulled on, and his lips were only the slightest bit red and puffy.

[ . . . ]

[for the record, this takes place in a book-show postcanon fusion wherein immediately post-Guanyin Temple, WWX and LWJ ran off to fuck in the bushes at least once a day for as long as possible, but in their absence, various sect leaders voted that Lan Wangji should be Chief Cultivator now, and alas some messenger caught up with them about six months into their honeymoon. Definitely caught them in flagrante delicto. Tragic for all. I’d probably communicate all this hereish somehow. It was definitely NHS who finally tipped someone off on how to actually find them.]

[ . . . ]

"Yes, yes, I'm coming," Wei Wuxian said, with a lidded look at Nie Huaisang, and Nie Huaisang burst into a giggles because the two most unequivocally lethal people he knew were afraid to leave each other alone with him, and it was satisfying to be recognized but also what's he going to do, personally? Cry at them? It'd taken him years to destroy Jin Guangyao, and at this point it'd take him months, if not years again to re-destroy the Yiling Patriarch, much less Sandu Shengshou. Especially when they both kept doing things like watching each others backs while pretending they weren't.

[ . . . ]

"Of course we need more!" Wei Wuxian declared. "This isn't even Emperor's Smile!"

[ . . . ]

"It's just a rat or something," Jiang Cheng scoffed.

"So?!" Wei Wuxian cried grandly. "Are we not noble cultivators? Is it not our duty to investigate this woman's complaint, and to slay whatever monster plagues her good inn’s wonderful cellar, whether deathly or monstrous or rodential it be?" He turned to Nie Huaisang and begged, "Help me out, Nie-xiong. You agree with me, right?"

Nie Huaisang clutched his cup against his chest, eyes wide, and shook his head in sharp jerks. "I don't know! I don't know!"

Wei Wuxian laughed and elbowed him in the side.

[ . . . ]

[while waiting for Wei Wuxian to send some sort of signal]

"You know I don't bear any grudge against Jin Ling, right?"

Jiang Cheng's impatient glare snapped to him, darkening with threat; his hand shifted on Sandu's hilt toward a drawing position. "What?"

"I don't bear any sort of grudge against Jin Ling," Nie Huaisang repeated, holding only the last jar of Emperor's Smile. "That's why you've been side-eyeing me all night, right? All conference." He took another sip (it really was the best!) and added recklessly, "If I wanted Jin Ling dead and disgraced, or all Carp Tower burned to ash, they already would be."

Sandu slid an inch out of its scabbard and Nie Huaisang watch it with fascinated curiosity. From a greater distance, he wondered if that was entirely healthy.

"What about Lotus Pier?" Jiang Cheng asked abruptly.

It took Nie Huaisang a blinking moment to focus on him.

"What about Lotus Pier?"

Jiang Cheng sat beside him on the cold earth and yanked the jar out of his hands, cruelly before Nie Huaisang could take another sip.

"Where's your grand terrible vengeance against me and mine? I get it, but if you're being honest for once right now, you could at least tell me when it's going to hit, and how."

"What?" Nie Huaisang pushed himself against his tree trunk, genuinely confused. "Why would i have a terrible vengeance planned against you?"

"I benefitted from Nie Mingjue's death, didn't I?" Jiang Cheng took another swig of wine of his own, and swung the jar illustratively. "My disciples have hunted in your territory while you 'weren't paying attention.' I absolutely fleeced you in that trade deal four years ago. And I worked with that bastard as much as anyone but Lan Xichen, especially on those damn watchtowers, and you broke him. So when's it my turn?" He pointed at Nie Huaisang, finger only wavering slightly. “If you fuck with Jin Ling, Wei Wuxian, or my sect, I will fuck you back.”

"You- oh, gimme that. Gimme. Gimme!" Nie Huaisang leaned forward and tried to grab the wine jar, and more importantly whined until Jiang Cheng handed it to him.

He stared at it for a moment, thrust it back and ordered, “Drink,” without letting it go, and once Jiang Cheng had dutifully tilted it back, pulled it back and slugged down the last swallows. He needed more alcohol for this much honesty, and so did Jiang Cheng.

He set the jar down very carefully, because the ground seemed to be moving, and leaned forward with even more care. He enunciated clearly, “Everyone fleeced me, and hunted in my territory, and I acsh- ass- let them. Why would I expect you to go looking for trouble with Jin Guangyao, when he had your heart locked in a box in his treasure room?”

Jiang Cheng, who was a respected master of all five arts but probably hadn’t actually read poetry for fun since an instructor had officially declared him as such, and who was himself at least a full wine jar in, squinted in angry confusion.

Nie Huaisang rolled his eyes. “He had final say over where and how Jin Ling spent his time, and could’ve tried to poison him against you. What would you have even have done if I had come complaining?”

Jiang Cheng’s face only fell further, with the very sort of drunken moroseness Nie Huaisang was out here to avoid.

Nie Huaisang attempted to swap him sharply. He failed on both the swap and the sharpness. 

“Stoppit! Stop thinking you’re not useful! You weren’t! I needed to pry er-ge away from him and for that only Lan Wangji would work, and I needed someone to watch his back through thick and deadly thin, and to be so disruptive that even Meng Yao couldn’t...circle, sneaky, planning...”

They were waiting for the pulse of a light talisman from the other tunnel entrance, half a mile away. There was a small but very bright explosion. laced with resentful as well as spiritual energy.

“Motherfucker!” Jiang Cheng cursed, leaping to his feet and drawing Sandu in one hideously coordinated motion. 

“Just Lan Wangji, I think,” Nie Huaisang said, because Nie Mingjue himself couldn’t have stopped him. He groped for his own weapons - fan, check; wine jar - 

“Oh no!” 

“What?”  Jiang Cheng snapped, as he bent and dragged Nie Huaisang to his feet with one hand. (Hideously coordinated. Sword people, honestly...)

“He’s going to be so mad that we finished the wine without him!”

[ . . . ]

[three grown-ass men, two sect leaders and one Yiling Patriarch, flying at high speed through Caiyi Town on one sword, all screaming. Nie Huaisang is clinging to Wei Wuxian; Wei Wuxian is flinging to Jiang Cheng, a little bit to Nie Huaisang, and most importantly to a chicken, Jiang Cheng is flying the sword. There is a bedsheet draped over all of them from where they ran into a laundry line. It’s 2am. Again I say, all are screaming]

[ . . . ]

[it probably wasn’t a rat - not just one, at least. Wei Wuxian does something incredibly clever, possibly including a creative use of that bedsheet; Jiang Cheng singlehandedly defeats something in combat, probably after he and Wei Wuxian shove each other out of the way of blows without either of them acknowledging it. Nie Huaisang shoves them both under cover and then with perfect professionalism tells whoever came to check on the ruckus that they handled the problem exactly as planned with absolutely no involvement of alcohol, and the Chief Cultivator will foot the bill for the unfortunately absolutely necessary property damage. Overall, they did handle the problem, but the local cryptid they were chasing will only have its reputation swelled and its continued existence assumed by all locals. it is possible that they themselves made this cryptid up two decades ago, but idk how heavy-handed we want to be.]

[ . . . ]

Nie Huaisang was leaning heavily on Wei Wuxian by the time they got back to the guest quarters. He could hold his alcohol, he was a goddamn Nie, and frankly he’d had it adrenalined out of him at least twice this evening. But he’d also had rather a lot, and he didn’t have Jiang Cheng’s golden core or Wei Wuxian’s blithe lack of sleep schedule. 

“I missed this,” he admitted, head on Wei Wuxian’s (Mo Xuanyu’s) shoulder while Jiang Cheng opened the door.

Wei Wuxian leaned his head on Nie Huaisang’s. “Me too.”

“You’re both fucking annoying,” Jiang Cheng grouched, which meant, Me too.

Wei Wuxian stripped off Nie Huaisang’s muddy outer robe and tucked him into bed, and Jiang Cheng poured a glass of water from the pitcher by the door, drank it, poured another, scowled at Wei Wuxian for a moment, and set it on the bedside table. Wei Wuxian glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, finished with Nie Huaisang and started backing out of the room.

Nie Huaisang sat up more or less abruptly. “Both of you have got to stop that bullshit. I miss my brothers, okay? I’d I had a second chance...” He sagged back down with the plural, and flung an arm over his damp eyes. There was a glimmer in the sky; it’d be morning by Lan standards soon. “I fucking miss them.”

“...Ah,” said Wei Wuxian, who always spoke even when he didn’t know what to say.

“Yeah,” Jiang Cheng said abruptly, and, “Drink your fucking water.” And the door slammed behind him as he walked out.

[...a few lines of dialogue later...]

“Seriously, you can go.” Nie Huaisang flicked a few tired fingers in dismissal.

“Are you sure?” Wei Wuxian added with an audible smirk, “Because if I stay up for another half hour, I can wake Lan Zhan with a morning...big ol’...loving...”

Nie Huaisang finally adjusted his arm to crack one eye up at him.

“People usually cut me off before I get that far,” Wei Wuxian admitted.

[ . . . a bit more dialogue and the end.]

#mdzs #the untamed #nie huaisang #jiang cheng #wei wuxian #to the shick of no one i did write more in this than i thought i would #it's still like...no connective tissue though #and i'm not bothering with anything more #my fic #ficlet #i'm not gonna lie that plural snuck up on me #love when that happens! #incidentally you can’t prove that there ISNT a classic ancient fantasy China version of a telltale heart so my reference stands

[stephspurs]

A Family Affair | Euro 2020 Football Fanfiction

Life is beautiful and life is cruel. This is a window into the souls of the victorious and the vanquished. In a way, football did come home during the summer of 2021. Follow along Amelia’s journey, navigating the football world as a tactical analyst for the Italian football team, with a brother and father part of the three lions. Will Amelia leave Italy and come back to England? Will she leave the Serie A for the Prem? Will she set aside the bianconeri stripes for new colours, leaving behind friendship for love? Maybe she can have both...

hey girlypops! here is part 5!!! thanks for the feedback on the last part - i've gone back through and edited slight bits to make it more straightforward who her brother is and who it isn't. Nothing has been changed to the story line so no need to go back and re-read (unless you want to lol love yas). Part 5 is a whole lot of fun! As the warning suggests, you can expect a few too many drinks, some heavy flirty & a very smug italian.

Love always, Steph xx

Part 5. | parte quinta

warnings; a few too many drinks, heavy flirting and a smug italian.

word count; 1704

writing tools; third person until dashed line, first person thereafter.

next update; Wed 04/08 5pm AEST. Updates are three times/week (Monday, Wednesday & Friday)!

Tags (as requested by users); @footballffbarbiex @obsesseds-world @abysshaven

link to fic masterlist here

Day rolls into night, which rolls into the next day and before she knew it Amelia had been under the Mykonos sun for 5 days. Her brother and his teammates, who she should now probably refer to as her friends as well, did nothing but welcome her into their group with open arms and tried to include her in every activity they were doing. Most times she declined their invitation, opting to just relax on her own. She was very comfortable with her own company, she never felt like she needed another person to be able to exist. It was something she was proud of.

No doubt there were times she often missed companionship. She had her fair share of flings that gave her what kind of satisfaction she needed at the time, but she never felt like she needed someone else’s air to be able to breathe. This Mykonos trip, however, reminded her of how much she was beginning to miss her players. They had a group chat, La Cosa Nostra, which was probably a pretty poor group chat name but she was inducted into the already established group when she became close with some of the players & besides it was just Our Thing.

She missed the gentle bullying that she received on the daily from the serie a superstars, and also missed dishing it out to them so that they could keep their feet on the ground and their heads out of the clouds. Laying on her bed in a towel, after a nice shower, she contemplated taking up her brother’s offer from earlier in the evening. Does she go out and meet him and their mates at the club? Why not?

Getting up off her bed, she put on some makeup for the first time in a few days, making her feel somewhat human again, blow dried her freshly washed hair and put on her favourite Camilla bikini, covered up by a white slightly-sheer and flowy mini dress. Putting on her white sneakers and grabbing her cross body bag, comfort was the theme of tonight, and also because she wasn't in the mood to break her ankle on the grecian cobblestones.

Walking to the club that her brother had messaged her the name of, she noticed a ridiculously long line to get in which was honestly long enough for her to consider just going home, but she had committed to the plans & her brother was already expecting her - plus she had already put on her mascara and she was not wasting it. Approaching the line she went to join the back when her arm caught that of someone else walking past her.

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“Sembra che tu non riesca a starmi lontano, vero?” (you can't seem to stay away from me, can you?) Looking up, I had linked arms with my midfield maestro, Jorginho. Who was smiling down at me with the cheeky grin that told me he saw me coming and couldn't help himself.

“Ciao! Come sei stato? Che sorpresa incontrati qui!” (Hi! How have you been? What a surprise running into you here!) I begin to say to him as I kiss both his cheeks in greeting.

“I’ve been good, enjoying time off as a double champion” He joked with me. He was right, he was a double champion and no one could take that away from him.

“Bella Amelia, this is Thiago. I play with him at Chelsea, which I'm sure you already knew. Thiago, this is the brains behind the organisation, Amelia” Jorginho introduced me to his Chelsea counterpart, which he was correct about - i did already know exactly who he was.

“Are you guys coming into Tropicana? I’m meeting up with my brother and his mates - some of them play with you guys at Chelsea. You should join us!” It took very little convincing for the two footballers, who looked like they were a couple hours into their long night, to join me in the club.

Unsurprisingly, we got let into Tropicana quite quickly. I’m sure it had nothing to do with the two mega famous and ridiculously good looking footballers I had looped around each of my arms. Walking through the club, the smell of cigarette smoke and vodka wafting around me, I managed to find the british players.

“Now now boys, no bad blood here! I know you all managed to get over my Italian affiliation so don’t hold it against my boy Jorgi here!” I address the group jokingly, as I wrap my right arm around his neck and he wraps his left around my waist.

Of course the Chelsea boys welcome him with open arms, they’ve known both Thiago and Jorgi longer than they’ve known me. The other boys offer their hellos before continuing to dance and drink with their mates. I say hi to everyone, give a big hug to my brother and Kyle (my chosen brother) before I'm wrapped into another hug I wasn't expecting.

“I’ve got to admit, you give a good hug” I say as I whisper into his ear.

“You’re a pretty easy person to hug, Mils”

“Always a smooth talker you are, Jack”

We parted and I grabbed myself a drink before spending the night dancing on top of the table with the girlfriends of the boys that I had only just been introduced to. Bonding over the fact that I was desperate for some female companionship, and also that I was the only single girl in the group, leading to the conclusion that they needed to be my wingwoman...all of them.

The night thereafter was spent finding suitable prospects for my whirlwind night of fun and romance, which I insisted wasn't necessary but also couldn't help but admit that it excited me just a little. It had been a while since I was close with a guy in that sense, and to be honest, the tequila shots that the girls had me doing was loosening me up in more ways than one.

Feeling the need for a break and some fresh air, I grabbed my purse and walked outside to sit along the retaining wall. We had reached that part of the evening where there was no chance I wasn't going to be allowed back into the club - the bouncers and security guards becoming more relaxed and carefree as it neared the time that the sun would reappear. Without thinking twice, I asked for a cigarette from some guys standing outside and a quick light, before returning to my little spot on the wall.

“They’re right bad for you, ya know” A voice to my right startled me.

“Jesus! You need to stop scaring me like that!” I shrieked.

“Nah not Jesus, just Chilly. However the beard has me thinking I do look a little bit God-like these days..no?” He says as he runs his fingers through the barely-there beard. Sure I could agree with stubble, maybe even a little bit more than stubble, but a beard? Not yet. However, I wasn't about to dim his sparkle.

“I like the beard, Chilly.” I confirmed.

“I like you, Mils” Wow ok. Straight to the point then.

“Well thanks, you’re not so bad yourself.” I tried to play it off, it was obvious we had both consumed far too much alcohol this evening and the cigarette was currently working wonders in its purpose of sobering me up.

“Ya know, the girls were out there tonight looking for your Greek Adonis to come and sweep you off your feet. They were looking a bit too hard though, if you know what i mean” he sweet talks me, and its working.

“Wow Ben, you’re really out here laying it on thick tonight - factor 50 i would say. I’m sure you’re just looking through rose coloured glasses right now” I joked back with him. I can’t say I didn't notice all of his longing looks, extra attention to me, constant protection when we would be out in public, but I knew at the end of the week that I would be going back to Turin, so there wasn’t any point.

Finishing up our little chat (read: heavy flirting session), we headed back inside together to join the group. Before long, Jorgi comes up to me with a drink and a smug smile on his face.

“Che cosa?” (what?) I questioned him in Italian, trying to limit as many people understanding our conversation as possible.

“Cosa succede a mykonos, rimane a mykonos, no?” (what happens in mykonos, stays in mykonos, no?) He says as he leans into my ear. To anyone else it would just look like two friends trying to have a conversation in a loud club, but I understood his message loud and clear.

“non sto facendo niente di male, né l'ho mai fatto. non voleva etichette, quindi è quello che ha ottenuto” (i'm not doing anything wrong, nor have i ever. he wanted no labels so that’s what he got.) I say back firmly. Jorgi let go of my shoulders and moved to stand in front of me.

“It’s ok tesoro (darling), I’m sure Federico would agree with you” He said back to me in English, it was obvious that he wanted someone around to understand the premise of our conversation. He smiled cheekily at me, before taking a swig of his drink and dancing backwards into the crowd as I shook my head at him.

Jorgi and I developed the kind of friendship that would last through time. We were equals. We listened to each other's problems, offered the advice that we needed to hear & not necessarily wanted to hear. We promoted each other's happiness and tried to get each other to not take life too seriously. This was his way of bringing me back down to earth, reminding me of what I have waiting for me back in Turin, but also making sure I knew what was right in front of me. He left the decision up to me to make, but he played his part to make sure I knew all of my options. He really was a good friend, which would make my next career decision a little bit more challenging than anticipated.

Part 6. | parte sesta

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[skellebonez]

Hear me out: Spider Macaque in the Spider Monkie AU with prompts 14 and 35?

I hear you and oh this was way too much fun... I took a great deal of liberty with exactly how Mac transforms into his Spider Monkie form and who says what and the TIMELINE because I... re-wrote this into a ship fic because of you. I call it ShadowCodingShipping because someone had to name MacaqueSyntax eventually! I guess you could say this is definitely a what-if story more than anything.

Warning for body horror because Mac is slowly turning half spider and that's kinda gross and painful. Also this is hurt/comfort but heavy on the HURT. This does not have a happy ending.

Am I scaring you?/I believe I can be of some help here.

"Am I scaring you?" Macaque asked with a smirk, pain clearly barely held at bay behind it. The monkey demon was a mess, fur tussled and miscolored splotches that hadn't yet grown in properly littered his torso. His torso that had gained a good inch in the last failed attempt at... what they were trying to accomplish. "... are you going to answer me, scientist?"

Syntax did not answer. Whether it was out of fear or knowing that regardless his answer would not make the demon leave him be even he didn't know.

"Queenie calls you Syntax," Macaque continued, moving around the computer to watch him over the screen. "That can't be your name, can it? I didn't give enough of a shit to ask before now. Hey. Hey. Hey. H-"

"No, it is not my birth name," the scientist snapped eventually, watching as Macaque smirked in victory. "Only a complete fool would agree to work with someone as infamous as the Spider Queen and use their legal name as if they were sending an unencrypted message containing confidential information across basic messaging applications without a VPN. What in the world are you trying to accomplish?"

"Ooooo, wordy," Macaque chuckled out as he leaned against the monitor and made it tilt at an awkward angle. "I'm. Bored. Entertain me, scientist, you're the most interesting person in this place. believe it or not."

Syntax raised a brow at the demon, sighing as he continued to type into the computer. "Do you want this to be finished any time soon? Because the more you bother me the longer it will take. I may be able to multitask but humans have limits."

Macaque scowled for a moment before shrugging, failing at hiding a grimace of pain. It must have made the new bones in his spine ache horribly. But he moved easily past Syntax without a word, only whipping his tail against his shoulder as he left.

It didn't hurt at all... he wondered what the point of the gesture even was.

~

The screaming rang through the entire hideout, Syntax's ears ringing even as he covered them. They'd tried twice more in their attempts at Macaque's twisted idea, Spider Queen slowly seeming to become less and less comfortable with not only their methods but with what they were even doing. It was working, sort of, but not correctly.

The changes were supposed to be immediate, so fast that the pain receptors wouldn't register properly. Not for the comfort of the converted, but so that it would happen so quickly they wouldn't be able to fight it. Less pain, less of a change for your body to try to fight off the transformation. Syntax had insisted on mechanical changes, nano-bots or something of the sort instead of organic growth. Macaque himself had vetoed this, saying something about how it wouldn't make him feel whole again.

This made the changes slow. Too slow, so much so that the mixture was fought off by his immortal monkey biology too quickly for it to take hold the way it was supposed to, requiring Syntax to make it stronger and stronger each time in the hopes it would finally kick in.

Now Macaque laid on the ground, holding his face and screaming so much Syntax feared his vocal cords would give out. The last two treatments had lengthened his torso even more and changed his fur consistency entirely. Once soft and thick black fur was a mixture of that and the coarse purple hair of a spider, not meshing together at all and instead forming an odd pattern on his body. At some points silver had begun to peak through, though if that was supposed to happen or if it was a reaction to the sheer stress of his body undergoing a change that should not be happening he was not sure. Syntax could see the red mark on his face warping, changing into the same purple on his torso around his eyes and moving up on his face as two more eyes grew above the ones he already had. It was fascinating to be sure, and he would have said that it was almost pretty had it not seen the build up of them forming in a fashion he wished to never see in slow build up ever again.

He was a scientist. He was supposed to be impartial to his work above all else, and he had agreed to help of... mostly his own volition. But this... This made him more uncomfortable than he was ready to admit.

"Help him up," Spider Queen said after Macaque collapsed onto the floor, screaming ceased as his body fought off the mixture for the fourth time. She looked... perturbed. Discomforted. "After his last treatment... move on to your idea. We are not doing this again."

She moved out of the room quickly, to fast to even tell her if he would or not, covering the side of her face with her hand to shield her from the sight of the collapse man on the floor. Yes... discomforted indeed.

Syntax didn't have that luxury. And he would not leave Macaque to lay on the floor regardless of orders. But the way he shook and covered his new eyes and the small amount of tears leaking from his normal eyes made a pang of pity shoot through him. He was a scientist... but he was still human.

"I believe I can be of some help here," he said softly, taking off his lab coat and folding it part way before shoving it under Macaque's head and laying the unfolded part over his face. The demon let out a half whimper, clearly bit back as he didn't want to show weakness, but eased ever so slightly as he realized the coat blocked out the light of the lab just as well as his hands had. "It's not a perfect solution, but it gets the job done.

"Th-thought Queenie s-said to help me u-up," Macaque stuttered out, moving his hands to grip the coat instead of his eyes.

"Yes, but that would be a bad idea," Syntax explained, sitting on the floor next to him with a sigh. He pulled his tablet down from a nearby table, there was no point in not getting at least some work done, and began scribbling away with the attached pen. "Your eyes are far too sensitive and with the other changes you have gone through your body will likely collapse again before we could get you to a cot. It's best you remain stationary for the time being until I am able to assess your pain tolerance properly, then I will move you to your quarters."

Macaque didn't say anything, just huffed in reply and seemed to relax. Syntax wondered if he was thankful he wouldn't have to move immediately this time, and he could have sworn he heard something... rumbling.

Maybe it was the machinery behind them.

He felt Macaque's tail hit his side after a while, thumping softly against him... but he didn't push it away.

He wondered if this would change anything at all.

~

Syntax saw more of Macaque than usual after that. Sometimes he would wander into his lab and just... stay there. Silent as the shadows he liked to hide in. Sometimes he would just watch him work, other times he would bring him plums or mangoes. Syntax never had much of a taste for fruit, not really enjoying any form of sweets, but he would not pass up free food when his stomach rumbled in protest from his long hours. One time Macaque had brought in a book, sat on his desk, and just read it.

That was bizarre, even for him. But Syntax found he didn't exactly mind the company. It was quite... lonely in the lab. He was the only human in the Spider Queen's entourage and her other two companions weren't exactly the best company. Oh, the big guy was nice and all and Syntax even enjoyed his presence well enough. But he would grow bored of the scientist's techno babble and science talk eventually and leave with a nod and a wave goodbye. He was grateful that he seemed to listen, however, even if he wasn't interested in the specifics.

The other one, however, was a pain in his ass. Constantly one upping him, trying to belittle him for being a human, just being an all around annoyance. He tried to act cool and suave but Syntax just found him obnoxious.

Macaque... Macaque stayed, listened even if Syntax ran out of things to talk about. And it was oddly nice. He felt himself growing excited for when the part-spider part-monkey would make his presence known.

He wondered, distantly... if Macaque was starting to mean something to him. To matter, in a way.

~

The day of the final treatment eventually arrived and Syntax actually dreaded what might happen. This was their last shot to make this work completely, there was a greater than 0% chance that this would cause irreparable damage to the monkey demon if they had to continue farther. But it seemed his worries were unfounded. He was smart, a genius even. He had done his job properly, even if it had taken far too long and was the least beneficial way to accomplish the goal.

Macaque screamed worse than with every other treatment, and understandably do. It would have shocked him if Macaque hadn't since he was growing two new arms.

The Spider Queen had taken her leave shortly after, disgusted by the sight before her. It was Syntax's job to watch as Macaque slowly changed before him, bones and muscle and sinew growing slowly and bit by until finally... finally it was finished.

They had learned from last time, placing a cot on the ground for him to sit on while this happened, and he collapsed onto his back. Two new arms limp against the floor as he shook and twitched and cried cold tears in agony. But it was finished.

Syntax couldn't stop himself. He rushed forward, kneeling beside Macaque's head, watching his eyes and expression for recognition and any sign that he was alright. It had only been two weeks since the last treatment, the time needed for him to recuperate, but in that short time... he had grown oddly fond of the man on the cot. He did not know what he felt for him, not yet, but he knew that he did not dislike him in the slightest.

"Ma-Macaque?" He asked softly after no response for nearly 15 minutes, waiting and watching and finally Macaque's eyes turned to him. "How do you feel?"

Macaque didn't say anything to him at first. Just blinked before a weak chuckle resounded from his throat.

"Whole."

~

The transformation was a mistake. Syntax had never felt guilt for any of his scientific achievement before, and he did not feel guilt for helping the Spider Queen in her endeavor, bit this? This he felt guilt for.

Macaque was in pain. Constantly. Sometimes it was just a dull ache, other times he almost collapsed as something moved the way it shouldn't and he had to bite back a scream. But there was no taking it back now and Macaque reveled in "feeling whole" again.

Syntax felt a mix of awe and wonder whenever he looked at the demon. He was... handsome, the purples and blacks and silvers of his fur blending together properly now. His eyes brilliant gold and green. And when he wasn't in pain his smile was nice, soft even if he could call it that. He was unsure of how much of it was true, he knew the Six-Eared Macaque to be a trickster. But he hoped some of it was, at least when directed at him.

But when he was in pain his face twisted in a way that made Syntax sick to his stomach to see it each time the agony rang true on his face. But Macaque brushed it off, not seeming to pay it much mind. Not when he had his eyes and arms "back".

The Spider Queen agreed with him, he could tell, but probably not for the same reasons. She seemed frightened of him. Goliath and Huntsman were just scared of him too. They avoided him like he would kill them on sight.

Syntax, despite his guilt, welcomes his presence still. He was not frightened of Macaque in the least. No, he just felt guilt that he was in pain. And he would never not want to help him through that now. The spider monkie had grown attached to him, almost a constant companion at his side. And he had grown fond of him as well.

He learned that Macaque had a flair for the theater. He made shadow puppets when the Spider Queen wasn't watching, though for what purpose and what audience Syntax had not asked. He liked to watch Syntax work, and eventually as he started to rest his head on the human's shoulder he learned the rumbling from the second to last treatment was a purr. He didn't know demons could purr, let alone to speed up recovery from injuries.

But the day of the Lunar New Year was coming and Syntax could tell he had something else... someone else on his mind.

~

The next day was to be the day. Syntax's last chance to get the new formula and tech right. It almost felt like a repeat of the past treatments but with less screaming. He was worried.

Macaque wasn't, however. He had never been worried, assuring the Spider Queen (sometimes through growls and bared teeth) that it would be done in time. He'd been a success after all. (Syntax said nothing each time.)

They'd never been this close before, but Macaque had eventually dragged the scientist away from his computer for rest. Taken him to his room, sat on the bed with him, and just. Held him. Purring loud and deep and eventually Syntax was lulled into slumber sitting up against the soft-coarse fur of Macaque.

He realized that Macaque mattered to him more than he cared to admit.

~

Syntax had failed. His formula and tech hadn't worked. They only had one shot left, and there was no time for him to fix his mistakes before the end of the celebration. Macaque had been in too much pain, on the other side of the room, to tell Spider Queen off this time. It was all over...

Until she came. The young woman in white and blue. She'd done something, added an ingredient he had not been able to calculate for, and then...

"Let's give it a spin," Spider Queen had said with a smirk as she turned toward her human scientist... her human guinea pig.

"Wait, no!" Syntax backed up, knowing that it was almost pointless to attempt escape. There was nowhere to run. "I helped you! You need me! Maca-AGH!"

Before the spider monkie could rush to his side the little spider drone had jumped on Syntax, adhering itself to his face before he fell backward over some machinery. It crawled around him, situating itself on his back and digging in it's injectors and

pain agony pain pain something came out of his back pain another painpainhescreamedandscreamed ANOTHER AGONYISTHISWHATMACAQUEFELTPAIN one more

And then it was over. Syntax felt... nothing. No pain. No agony.

No... guilt.

He stood straight, facing forward before kneeling. He knew what he had to do.

"My queen."

Yes. His queen. The Spider Queen.

She was the only one who mattered to him.

He heard his name spoken from the other side of the room but paid it no mind. That voice didn't matter to him.

That wasn't the voice of his queen.

~

"Syntax?" Macaque called, unable to stand from his spot as his arms throbbed in ghost pain. He had tried to stand before, when the drone had lunged at him, but the pain shot through him for a split second and send him to his knees too quickly.

His screams... his screams made his ears pull back not from the pain of the volume but from fear and something else.

Then Syntax stopped screaming and stood and knelt before the Queen.

"Syntax!"

... he never responded.

Macaque wondered if this is what guilt felt like.

#oops all SAD #monkie kid #lego monkie kid #ship fic #hurt/comfort #six eared macaque #syntax #shadowcodingshipping #fun fact: Shadow Code is when devs include third-party code without approval or any safety validation #considering the way this ship came about here I THINK THAT FITS

[jawabear]

Hi~ could I request a Javi fic inspired by the song Take my breath away by Berlin? 🥺

Take my breath away (Javier Peña x Reader)

Not my GIF

A/N: thanks for the request Anon! I know you said you wanted it based on the song but I kind of based it on the scene in which the song plays in Top Gun...I hope that’s okay... this is more of a Frankie song to me, but I loved writing this for my love Javi. But I’m sorry if this kind of sucks? I really like it but I think it’s more to my personal taste... but I hope you enjoy it. I definitely recommend listening to the song whilst reading this, and maybe watching the scene too. But it’s not a requirement. Sorry for any mistakes. Stay safe.

Genre: Angst, Smut, Fluff

Warnings: Fem!Reader, angry flirting, very slow sex, Javi being a little clueless about love and feelings, soft!javi, me trying to talk politics, time skips

Summary: The Calí case was to run differently, that was made clear to him. But something else is made clear to Javier as well.

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Watching every motion in my foolish lover's game,

On this endless ocean finally lovers know no shame

Another day, another meeting. That’s all it was for Javier. But he didn’t expect much else. He didn’t expect the Cali case to be any different from the Escobar case. It now he was the one calling the shots, everything was a whole lot harder.

But he knew what meetings would entail. Him getting a talk from the ambassador. Generals giving zero shits for the safety of the DEA agents. And anyone else who was in their throwing in there opinions that meant jack shit to anyone else there. And she would be there.

The bane of Javier’s life.

She had been in his life since the Escobar case got going, but before Steve was sent down from Miami. He wasn’t sure what her job role was exactly. But she was in every meeting. In the background. Blending in and going unnoticed until she spoke. But Javi noticed her immediately. A radiant being. A beautiful woman. Who knew how to get shit done. And did it well.

Javier walked into the meeting room where it seemed everyone else had already been assembled, all waiting on him. All eyes were on him. He gave a curt nod and looked quickly around the room for a seat and glancing over the eyes that were on him. All except one pair.

There she sat. Writing something on her paper that probably had no relevance to anything and that no one would ever see. At first she didn’t care to acknowledge him. But he knew that she knew he was there.

Her eyes briefly looked up and met his.

Those eyes. Those damn eyes. They saw everything. They took everything in. She didn’t miss a single detail about anything or anyone. And he had fallen for those eyes. Those bright, big, beautiful eyes.

But it seemed as soon as they met his own, they were gone again, looking back down at her paper. Javi took the only seat that was available, the one that was right opposite her. Of course.

“Nice if you to join us, Agent Peña” Crosby said in a sarcastic tone.

“Sorry I’m late” Javier apologised, adjusting his sitting position as he opened the file in front of him.

The meeting got stated soon after that but it was nothing that Javier hadn’t already been told on his arrival back in Colombia. And besides, his attention was on something far more interesting. Or someone. But she paid no attention to him. She rarely ever did, save for the odd glance here and there. They had hardly ever spoke to each other. It seemed she much favoured Steve when he was there, that’s what he guess anyway. She much preferred to talk to him than Javi.

Javi knew that his feelings for her were ridiculous and one sided. She wouldn’t give him the time of day let alone the attention and affection he desperately wanted from her. She was firm, level headed, and strong willed. She never did anything spontaneous or unplanned. And he never seemed to have a place in her life. He didn’t have a place in her heart. At least, that’s what Javi believed.

“Ambassador” she said as she leaned forwards slightly to make her self visible to everyone. They all seemed a little surprised when she spoke up. Most likely because they had forgotten she was in there. “If I may sir?”

“Please” Crosby said gesturing for her to continue.

She nodded and glanced back to Javier whose eyes had barely left her for the duration of the meeting so far “I am aware, sir, that you have already made it clear to Agent Peña that the Cali case cannot be like the Escobar case. But I wanted to make it clear to both Agent Peña and everyone else present exactly what that means”

She paused for a moment and looked around the room for any sign of objection, but when she receive none, she continued again. “Calí had to be done differently. The Godfathers play by their own rules, yes, but they do have rules. And so do we. So we have to play by our rules too. We have to follow the rules of the Colombian government too. There is no way around that. No more unnecessary risks. We cannot work as freely and as uncontrolled and Agent Peña did in the Escobar case. It’s just not going to pass this time. And whilst they succeeded in capturing and killing Escobar, the extent of the damage left behind is immeasurable. It is best for the people of Colombia and the American government is we try to avoid that same future at all costs”

“Is this now just a dig at me, agent?” He laughed making her look at him.

“No. It isn’t. I’m simply stating that we can’t have a re-run of what you and agent Murphy did in Medellín. Too many lives were lost in the hunt for Escobar. Calí has to be done differently”

“It’s a drug war, (Y/N)” he spat “there is going to be a body count however it plays out”

“It’s the DEA’s job, Javier, to reduce that body count. Or to ensure there isn’t one at all. But from what I’ve heard, you had a personal hand in making the amount large” she retorted quickly, giving him a dark look from across the table.

“I think what she is trying to say,” Crosby spoke up, sensing the hostility between the two agents “is that we take no more unnecessary risks. We play things by the book. For the safety of everyone”

That pretty much wrapped up the meeting and Javier was far too pissed of to stay and shake the hands of those who thought so little of him. He made a quick escape and (Y/N) watch his every move.

But she was more polite than Javi was. No matter how bad a mood she was in, she always stayed to show respect to the others, even if often they didn’t deserve it. But once that was done, she followed in Javi’s footsteps out the door and trailing after him.

(Y/N) didn’t quite managed to catch up to him. She stood at the top of the embassy stairs as he swung open his car door. “Javier!” She called out to him. She knew he heard her, but he ignored her completely. He got in his car and it wasn’t long before he was driving off. “Fuck” she swore under her breath before marching to her own car to chase after him. He was going to listen to what she had to say, whether he liked it or not.

Turning and returning to some secret place inside,

Watching in slow motion as you turn around and say

“Javier” she called again getting out her car to meet him.

“You insult a guy and then follow him home?” He mocked.

“Javier, listen to me-“

“To you saying what? Have you got a list in your pocket of all the other ways you can slate me and my work? If you don’t like me (Y/N), just tell me. You’ve made it fucking obvious to everyone else!”

He went to walk past her by she took his arm in a surprisingly firm grasp and forced him to turn back and look at her. He could see the anger rising in her, she looked at him with serious yet soft eyes.

“Everything I said was true but there was more that I wanted to say. But I couldn’t say it back there. There were things I couldn’t admit back there. Like how I admired your bravery and dedication to this job. I couldn’t say that because everyone would see right through me. I didn’t want people to know the truth” she stated firmly as she looked between his eyes.

He let out a laugh and placed his hands on his hips “oh yeah? What truth?” He asked.

“That I’ve fallen for you” she said without skipping a beat.

For once in his life, Javier was speechless. He just stared at her, not knowing what to say. And she just stared right back, she wasn’t phased by her words at all. But what she was phased by was what he did next.

He walked towards her, grabbing her face in his hands and pressing his lips to her. She immediately kissed him back, he hands coming to rest on his hips. Their lips moved against each other perfectly. The cliche line that they were made for each other became apparent. And it was true.

Nothing felt more perfect.

My love, Take my breath away

She stood up against the wall beside his bed, his hands either side of her head but he stood at arms length away from her. Watching her with hungry eyes as she slowly unbuttoned her shirt revealing her black lace bra.

Javier hesitantly reached out his hand and trace along the fabric whilst she looked up at him through her lashes with wanting eyes. His hand slid up to her shoulder as he pressed his lips to hers again. His tongue came out to run across her bottom lip and she didn’t hesitate in opening her mouth for him to explore. As he did this, he pushed her shirt off her shoulder, it dropped to the floor and he wrapped his arms around her as she brought her hands up to rest of his bare chest.

“I’ve fallen for you too” he whispered. They were the first words he had uttered to her since she had said the same. She hummed against his lips and managed to slip her arms around his neck, lacing her fingers through his thick hair holding his lips against hers.

Carefully, Javi pulled her off the wall and laid her on the bed. He pulled his lips from her and looking into her eyes again. Slowly he lifted his hand and gently brushed a few stands of hair from her face. He then moved that hand down her body and slipped his fingers into her panties and stroked through her folds.

“Javi” she gasped before biting down on her bottom lip. His rough fingers found their way to her clit where he began rubbing soft circles over it making her moan quietly. Javi buried his face into her neck, licking and sucking at her soft skin. Her fingers wrapped around his strong biceps as she melted into his mattress and his sweet touch.

(Y/N) began rolling her hips, grinding against his fingers eager for more friction. Eager for his touch. He pulled his head from her neck and reattached his lips to hers, his tongue sliding back into her mouth, stroking over hers as he pushed down her panties and threw them across the room.

Their tongues still dancing together, her hands moved down his back to his jeans when she skilfully undid his belt and unzipped his jeans. His fingers were still rubbing at her clit making her let out breathy moans into his mouth. She sat up slightly so she could reach into his boxers and pull out his already hard length, teasing his head with her thumb making him instinctively thrust into her hand with a grunt making her smile.

He let out a low growl and pushed her down onto her back again before pushing his jeans and boxers further down his legs. He leaned back over her and slowly eased himself into her.

“Oh fuck” he gasped into the air. She hummed as he pushed further and further into her, her tongue sliding up the length of his neck before he looked back down at her. She looked up at him with a teasing look but that look was soon wiped of her face as he began to slowly thrust in and out of her. She hummed and flattened her hands on his broad back.

They both began filling his room with quiet and breathless moans of each other’s name. The gentle rustling of his bed sheets and quiet squeak of the bed too. The sound of his lips sucking at her neck and the sound of her fingers gliding up and down his back.

Javi had never been this slow and sensual with anyone. But he had never had a reason too. He didn’t need to work out his frustrations of his day, nor did he need to forget. No. He could enjoy it. He could feel it. Feel her. Hear her. Love her.

Her breath hitched in her throat as she rolled her head back, her back arching up so their chests were touching. She moaned from her throat as her nails dug into his back.

No words were needed for him to know he had hit a good spot inside her. Now words were needed for him to know she was already close to her end, but so was he. The slowness of the sex was driving them both crazy in the best possible way.

It just felt so good.

She whispered his name and he whispered hers. His thick fingers trailed down her body again, meeting her swollen clit and rubbing barely there circles on it, the light touches blew her mind, her nails dug further into his skin making him groan.

Javi looked down at her, loving the expression of pleasure on her face. He gently nipped at her chin making her smile “oh Javi” she whispered.

He only moaned in response as her walls began to pulse around him and she began to pant. His hips began to move a little fast and he pressed harder against her clit pulling cut little whimpers and whines from her.

It wasn’t long, then, before she was coming around him. Her breath almost stopping completely as her walls clamped down on him and her eyes were squeezed shut. He came quickly after that, shooting ropes of his hot come inside, resting his forehead against hers.

She was basically frozen in her state of pleasure, her body not moving or responding to him as he slowed his hips and pulled his fingers off her.

Javi pressed a loose kiss to her parted lips “breath for me baby” he whispered to her. Words he never expected to say to someone after sex. But nonetheless, he had to make sure she didn’t die on him. A deep breath fell from her lips fanning over his face “good girl” his hips came to a full stop and he slowly pulled out of her, letting her back ease back down onto his bed as he rolled off her.

Take my breath away

“I’m sorry” she whispered to him as she dragged her finger down the slope of his nose “I didn’t mean to make you angry. I know you did what you had to do for the good of the people... I said what I said because-“

He cut off her apology by pressing his lips to hers in a soft kiss which she returned, her hand moving to rest against his cheek.

“I get it” he muttered against her lips “you don’t need to apologise”

“But I do” she said quickly “you’re a great agent Javi. And I admire you. I want you to know how great and amazing I think you are...” she looked up at him with sadness in her eyes. Desperate for him to know the truth.

“I’m just doing my job (Y/N)” he ran his index finger down the navel between her breasts “but I should apologise to you. For that way I spoke to you”

“I deserved it...” she smiled “for what I said to you”

“I guess we’re even then” he chuckled.

“Hmm, I guess so” she gently pulled his head back down so that she could kiss him again.

Take my breath away

13/01/21

Taglist: @linkpk88 @phoenixhalliwell @lunaserenade @harrys-stan (let me know if you want to be removed or added to the list)

#javier peña #javier peña x reader #javier peña fanfic #narcos #angst #smut #fluff #pedro pascal #fanfic

[proudlylost]

My 6+1 favorite SPN fics: AU

After the SPN finale I kinda got sucked back into the fandom. The excessive amount of fanfiction reading ensued (I re-read all of my SPN fic favorites and then some) and I realised I have actually read quite a lot of them. So I thought I could share them, to highlight all the talented authors there is and also to gather all of my favorites into the one place. This post contain my favorite AU fics, the SPN universe edition of this fic rec can be found here.

Ninety One Whiskey by komodobits

“In the spring of 1944, the 104th Medical Battalion of the United States Army is disbanded, and its men reassigned to various infantry companies in preparation for their invasion of occupied France. For First Lieutenant Novak, this is less than helpful, as he has so far met his platoon’s designated medic a grand total of twice, and has both times found Sergeant Winchester to be the optimum combination of reckless, arrogant, and downright insufferable so as to make cohesive platoon function near impossible. When the time comes to move out, however, Castiel has to reconcile himself to the fact that men are going to go down and trust that Dean Winchester may well be the only person who can put them back together again. WW2 ETO infantry AU. “ 

READ! THIS! Well, there is some really disturbing war related and time period related stuff, but if you can stomach that, read it! Along with the Angel’s Wild, this is my favorite fanfiction. This fic is heart wrenching and so, so good.The characterization is on point. Historical accuracy is on point. Slow burn is on point. Everything is just perfect. However, as I said, this fic is heavy stuff. There is some serious angst (I cried. I almost never cry when reading) and trauma. But there is glimmers of hope, even if sometimes it feels hopeless. Expected recovery time: at least two weeks. Word Count:  401,183. Explicit

Angel’s wild by LimonadeGaby and riseofthefallenone

“But that’s the whole reason he’s here, isn’t it? He’s not out here hunting Humans. He’s not even hunting deer, or bears, or anything else that featured in Bambi. He’s out here, freezing his nuts off every night, because he’s hunting Angels.

Sometimes Dean wishes that Angels were like how they’re described in the Bible. How people from time too old for him to care much about thought Angels were messengers and warriors of God, protectors of Humans. He knows that how they’re really described in the Bible is actually pretty terrifying, but at least they were told by God that they’re supposed to love Humans, right?

That’s a thousand times better than what Angels really turned out to be.”

This was first longer fic that I read from Supernatural fandom and I fell in love. So this is “the fic that got me into the fandom” but I have read it multiple times since and it is still very, very good. I love everything about this fic. It is very original and the lore is amazing. I love how Dean and Cas are both quite young (in Cas’s case, relatively speaking) and how their love develops (slow burn! <3) I love how Cas is described and I love how he communicates (unintentionally) with flowers. You can also read this without having any knowledge of supernatural series (like I did) which is always impressive for a fic. Wor count:  389, 271. Explicit

For All You Young Hockey Players Out There, Pay Attention by thursdaysfallenangel

“Dean Winchester knows two things about hockey, two things his dad made sure he knew. One, hockey is a guy’s sport, and two, hockey is family. Hockey meant Sam and Bobby and Benny and Victor and Gabriel and hell, his entire team. So when Victor gets traded, Russian-star-turned-new-teammate Castiel Krushnic becomes a threat. As much as Dean hates him for that, the longer he sticks around, the more he begins to threaten that first rule too. Dean’s been taught his whole life that those who play hockey should not be captivated by deep accented voices and the way a guy handles his stick, so how the hell is he supposed to justify what he’s starting to think about Cas? All Dean wanted at the beginning of the season was to win, and now all he wants to do is figure out how he feels about Cas and how to deal with it without ruining his career and tearing his family apart. “

Ah, three of my absolute favourite things smashed into the same fic: sports, slow burn and enemies to lovers. This fic has lots of cameos from supernatural characters, because hockey teams require lots of players. So it is easy to spot your favorite character in this fic. This fic is probably one of may favorites, because of the sport environment (Outside the fandom, I have been super into sports. Like so much I have several national championships medals from my sport. Anyway, not a point here): also the sexual tension between Dean and Cas is so good, especially when they are pumped with the adrenaline. You don’t really need to understand sports to enjoy this fic, though. Word count:  143,592. Explicit

Formula Won by cardinalwrites

“Of all the places Castiel Novak thought he would take in his career, an internship as a Formula One Paddock Correspondent (or journalist, for short) was most definitely not one of them for a few reasons. One: He had no clue what the hell Formula One was. Two: He knew nothing about sports in general. And Three: He should not fall in love with the people he’s supposed to be asking hard-hitting questions to, least of all the head driver of one of the oldest and most well-renowned teams in the sport’s history.

This is a love story told around the world through the eyes of the person that knows the least about where he has found himself in. Come follow a 20-race season finding love in the lost, learning the truth, and figuring out what the hell Formula One is along the way.”

Another sports fic with a slow burn. This is probably not everyone’s cup of tea, because there is quite a lot information about formula one, and the reading experience is more enjoyable if already know about formulas/do your research. Don’t let it stop you though, because this fic is very good. The friendship between Dean and Cas is very natural, and later the romance as well. The plot is very engaging and the drama inside the formula one organization is so good. This fic is also not so “heavy” as the other ones in my list (of course, there are problems along the way, but even the fic’s tags say there will be fluff). The rating is T, which is kinda surprising, because I did not notice it until I already had read the whole fic. Word count: 123,777. Teen

Have Love, Will Travel by squeemonster

Castiel Novak is a reclusive writer with a childhood so tragic it's left him terrified to leave his home—until his overbearing brother, Gabriel, drags him out for a night on the town full of booze and strip clubs, and he encounters Dean Winchester, a mesmerizing and mysterious stripper with secrets of his own. Both men find themselves inexplicably drawn to each other, and soon Dean's private dances for Castiel become much more, as both men confess their troubles and find solace in each other's company. But neither can seem to find the courage to take their relationship further than the intimacy of the club's VIP Room—and just when Dean's own brother gives him the excuse he needs to finally admit his feelings, Dean discovers something that brings it all crumbling down. Will they find a way past their demons and their trust issues, and back to each other?

This is one of the fandom classics and quite rightfully so. Both Dean and Cas have issues, in other words: what’s new? The sexual chemistry between them was so good and well written, but there is also angst and mental health issues (mostly Cas). Sam is quite young in this fic, but manages to be very much a little brother. I honestly loved this fic when I was a bit younger, but I think it is still very good and deserves its place in this list. Word count  94,054. Explicit

Pick It All Up by thepinupchemist

Army veteran Castiel Novak is a wreck after his tour in Afghanistan, brought home to his brother's apartment in Lawrence, Kansas with scars both mental and physical. He copes poorly, and during one night of bad decision making, meets somebody just as much of a disaster as he is -- a prostitute named Dean Winchester. And suddenly, two damaged men might not be as irreparable as they believed.

Ah, it seems that I’m incapable of picking nice, fluffy, happy fanfics. This certainly is not one of them. There is full warnings in the tags, because there is some triggering stuff: PTSD, mentions of past abuse, alcoholism etc. But, this is also very healing story in its own way (It has happy ending. I guess I can spoil that because it reads in the tags) . I avoided this fic for a long time, because the prostitute!Dean tag scared me away, but this was so worth of reading (as I said, happy ending)! Gabriel is super supportive and sweet brother and Dean and Cas are dysfunctional but they work so well despite all the trauma they have endured. Word count:  126,611. Explicit

Bonus: Twist and Shout by gabriel and standbyme

What begins as a transforming love between Dean Winchester and Castiel Novak in the summer of 1965 quickly derails into something far more tumultuous when Dean is drafted in the Vietnam War. Though the two both voice their relationship is one where saying goodbye is never a real truth, their story becomes fraught with the tragedy of circumstance. In an era where homosexuality was especially vulnerable, Twist and Shout is the story of the love transcending time, returning over and over in its many forms, as faithful as the sea.

Well, I don’t think this fic needs any introductions. This is the fic, the most popular in SPN fandom and one of the most popular ones in the whole ao3. I thought that I could read this, because I don’t generally have many triggers, despite all the warnings. I was a wreck during reading. And I have managed to read it once and I can’t make myself read it again. But it is good and amazingly written. This fic plucks every emotion out of you and does anything it pleases with them. You have been warned. Word count:  97,556. Explicit

(When I wrote this fic rec I also realised I have a serious problem with long fics. Like, most of my favorites are at least 100,000 words. At this point I think I don’t even consider a fic to be slow burn, unless it takes several days to complete the fic. Oops)

#supernatural fic rec #destiel fic rec #supernatural fanfiction #destiel fanfiction #destiel slow burn #supernatural #destiel

[spicycreativity]

Howl - Ch 2

Chapter: 2/10

Add'l Notes: As usual, fic is like 6 chapters ahead on my AO3, WizardGlick

Chapter Content Warnings: N/A, ask to tag

Trying a new thing where I force you to read the first paragraph by not including it under the cut 😇

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Virgil slept soundly and woke up unharmed in his bed. The relative cold of the morning air bit into his face, the only part of him that wasn't buried under his duvet. Still laying down, he wriggled into his hoodie and got up to make coffee. He mentally checked himself over while he waited for it to brew, staring blankly at the French press with stinging eyes. Damn, he must not have gotten all his vampire makeup off. Ah, well. His own absentmindedness was not a curse. Maybe he had escaped unscathed. Nothing hurt, save a normal soreness in his legs from standing around watching the Halloween parade, and a quick look in one of the many ornate mirrors decorating his walls revealed nothing abnormal with his face (well, except for the smudgy remnants of last night's eyeliner).

Despite this reassuring examination, he still spent the morning jumping at shadows. He rode his moped extra slowly and took time adjusting the straps of his helmet to make sure it fit perfectly. He examined the hanging sign ("Mystick Earth: ephemera for all ages") outside his workplace to make sure it wouldn't fall and kill him. He even took high steps on his way to the register to make sure he wouldn't trip over anything unseen.

But nothing bad happened.

In fact, nothing much happened at all until just past noon, when the brass bells on the door jangled and Logan stepped in, wafting the smell of warm bread and something sweet in with him.

Virgil didn't even realize he was smiling until his cheeks began to ache. "Hi," he said.

"Hello, Virgil." Logan wasn't looking at him; he was focusing on the paper bag hooked around one wrist and the drink carrier balanced in his other arm. "Forgive me for not asking first, but I wanted to surprise you."

"Here, you can set that on the counter." Virgil already knew what Logan had brought: banh mi, pho, and bubble tea from Sunrise, Virgil's favorite café.

Before he could talk himself out of it, Virgil pressed his hands on the counter and levered himself up to give Logan a kiss. He had always known that Logan was courteous and sweet under that somewhat stiff exterior; this wasn't even the first time he had done something kind for Virgil out of nowhere. But Virgil never could get used to being doted on. "Thank you, Logan."

Logan dropped his gaze, one hand coming up to fidget with his tie. "You're quite welcome."

The bells chimed again. Virgil looked up and caught sight of Roman, who had frozen in place. Catching Virgil's gaze, he straightened as though offended. "Well," he said, "I just came by to make sure Count Virgila survived the night, but it looks as though Casanova here beat me to the punch."

Logan turned. "Roman. I hope you've already eaten, because I only brought enough food for two people."

"I can take a hint," Roman said. Virgil raised his eyebrows at him expectantly, but Roman only raised his own eyebrows back, strode over to the counter, and stole a sip of Virgil's milk tea.

"I thought you said you could take a hint," Virgil said.

"I can," Roman said, "but I'm choosing not to."

Logan sighed through his nose and passed Virgil his sandwich. "I see no need to insist upon politeness if Roman is not going to return the favor."

Roman bumped Logan with his hip. "Really, I just came by to make sure Virgil's okay "

The bells jangled. Virgil looked up again, half-surprised and half-annoyed to see Janus, clad in the extravagant tailcoat he had to wear for work, pretending rather transparently to examine the display of tarot card-themed posters by the door. "Hi, Janus," he said, making no effort to hide his annoyance. Maybe this was the curse, to never get any alone time with Logan.

"Let me guess," said Roman, "you're here to check on Virgil."

"Of course not," Janus said, now pawing through the discount t-shirt display. Ugh, Virgil had just finished re-folding those. "Virgil's a big boy; he knows how to handle himself."

"Oh, yeah?" Virgil raised an eyebrow. "For all the money in the register, tell me what you came to buy and what you plan to use it for."

For the brief moment that Janus hesitated, Virgil allowed himself to hope that he had gotten one over on Janus. In all their years of friendship, he had admitted to being wrong exactly once. Virgil kept the date saved in his phone calendar and made sure to send Janus a card on the anniversary. But a moment's hesitation was all the satisfaction he got this time; Janus faced him properly, adjusted his tie, and said, "I don't know. I'm looking for a gift for Remus."

"Nice save," Virgil said. "We'll see about that."

"Oh, I don't know why you bother trying to hide it." Roman beckoned Janus over to the counter. "Look with your own eyes: he's fine."

"I combined like five different rituals last night," Virgil said. "And I'm doing another one once I get off work." He had already paid for the bottle and the string, knowing he had a hand trowel somewhere in the depths of his spider-infested shed.

Roman quick-drew his phone from his pocket and had himself posed for a selfie with Virgil almost before Virgil could process what was happening. "Smile," he said. "Patton made me promise I'd send him a picture."

Virgil flashed a peace sign. It was better to just go with it. Despite his bravado, Roman got his feelings hurt easily, and it was never fun to try to bounce back from that. "Are we done now?"

"Pardon us for caring about you," Roman said, sticking his nose into the air. It was such a Remus thing to do that Virgil nearly laughed, but he managed to hold himself together.

"Yeah, yeah, my friends love and cherish me, blah, blah, blah."

"Also," Roman read from his phone, "Patton says to tell Janus to come over soon so they can make cutting boards together."

"He was serious about that?" Janus looked helplessly at Virgil. Ah, yes, Patton had made the invitation last night and Janus, leaning back on social niceties, had agreed. "I thought he was just being nice."

"Nope." Virgil leaned forward across the counter and grinned. "Not only is Patton gonna make you make yourself a cutting board, you're going to enjoy it."

"We'll see about that," Janus said. He shook up his sleeve so he could glance at his watch. "Well, I should get back to Bienvenue. Those suits won't sell themselves."

He turned on his heel and made for the door so quickly that Virgil knew he was forgetting something. Ding. "Wait, but weren't you going to buy something for Remus?" he called.

"Sorry," said Janus, one hand already on the door. "Can't hear you, bye." And he was gone.

Roman bounced on his toes. "Alright, alright, I'll leave you two to it, too."

"Thank you kindly," Virgil said, metering the sardonic bite in his tone so that Roman wouldn't get offended.

Roman tipped an imaginary hat first to Virgil, then to Logan, and sauntered out.

"Finally," Virgil sighed. He looked up to find Logan staring at him with evident concern. "What?"

"Are you alright?" Logan asked. "I know you take this kind of thing seriously and I would hate for you to feel like I'm not supporting you just because I don't share your belief."

Virgil couldn't help but smile as an unfamiliar feeling spread from his stomach to his chest. Ah, the warm fuzzies. He couldn't even be mad about the damage to his dark and brooding image. "I'm okay, Lo. I did my stuff."

Logan smiled back: a small, shy thing. "I'm glad."

They were quiet for a moment. Virgil took small bites of his banh mi, careful to keep one eye on the door. It had been an unusually slow day, especially given that it was the day after Halloween. The denizens of Vaillant were superstitious enough that Virgil was rarely idle behind the counter of Mystick Earth. A few groups of people paused by the door, some even going so far as to peer in through the glass storefront windows, but no one came in. Virgil relaxed a little. "How's work? Catch anyone embezzling?"

"Not yet," Logan said, pushing his sleeves further up his elbows. Virgil tried not to stare at the few additional centimeters of skin this action exposed. What was he, a repressed Victorian? "I did notice a discrepancy in the amount we spent on office supplies, but it was only because someone had miswritten a 'seven' as a 'two.'"

"No office drama?" Virgil ribbed him. "Nobody stealing pens or making out in supply closets?"

"Unfortunately, we are a building of professionals." Logan paused, straightened his tie. "The light above my cubicle went out and I had to put in an email to maintenance to get it fixed."

"Man, I could never work in an office," Virgil said.

"Did anything interesting happen to you this morning?"

"Eh, I had someone looking to curse an ex, and I had to explain why that's not acceptable. I won't bore you with the details." Virgil took another bite of his sandwich and bounced the toe of his shoe against the floor. Was he doing this right? It had been so long since his last real relationship, and everyone knew what a disaster that had been. He liked Logan, liked being with Logan, but… Well, maybe he was freaking out over nothing. He just had to remember how to do it right, and then everything would be okay.

"Ordinarily, I would challenge the notion that you could ever bore me," Logan said, "but I do have to leave soon."

"Finish your pho," Virgil said, smiling. "I can tell you later."

They finished eating and Virgil again leaned up to give Logan a kiss, balancing his weight on his hands. His heart wasn't in it, his brain a few seconds ahead. Should he come over the counter and walk Logan to the door? What should he say? ‘I love you’? Should he grab Logan's ass?

"Did you hear me?" Logan asked.

Virgil feet hit the floor, the impact driving tingles up to his knees. "Huh?"

"Just saying goodbye," Logan said.

"See you soon?"

"Let's make plans."

Logan left. Virgil stared at the door for a while, happiness ebbing away into loneliness and doubt. A small, childish part of him wanted to insist that Logan stay. Forget work. They could go to the movies and get ice cream, have a proper date. And Virgil would find some way to communicate just how much he appreciated Logan.

--

Virgil: Thanks for lunch, Lo

Logan: You're welcome

Logan: <3

Virgil hadn't gathered up the guts to respond to Logan's text message yet. It was really pathetic, how a single emoticon heart had him blushing and panicking like a teenager.

He swung one leg over his moped, but kept his weight mostly on the ground. Hating the way his heart pounded, he pulled out his phone.

Logan: <3

Virgil: <3

Before he could freak himself out any further, Virgil got on his moped properly and nearly peeled out of his parking spot. He rode home in silence, shivering a little in the wind chill and dodging potholes.

The sinking sun lit up the thunderheads on the horizon until the whole sky on Virgil's left was blue-gray and luminescent. He stared, admiring the bald cypress and tupelo trees silhouetted against the dying light, until the road turned and faced him toward the darkness. By the time he got home, it was full dark. He parked his moped in the carport and settled in for a lonely evening of curse-breaking.

Virgil wasn't usually lonely. As an introvert with several boisterous extroverts in his friend circle, he usually jumped at the chance for some alone time. But suddenly Logan's absence felt like loss in a way it never had before, and Virgil longed to have him near. Even if he just sat quietly and watched while Virgil put his own spin on constructing a witch bottle.

He went to bed early that night, earlier than usual, unable to stand the emptiness of his old house. Even the creaks and groans, even the ambient sounds of outside, even the ticking of his mantle clock, seemed to fade away into intolerable lonely silence. So Virgil crawled into bed before midnight, clutching his hoodie to his chest.

He didn't sleep well.

Strange visions haunted his dreams, almost primal in their intensity. He was rage, he was fear, he was power. He knew the earth beneath his feet, knew the deep, rich smells of the forest. He knew the moon above. It was bright but waning, pale silver struggling through the clouds that smelled of rain. So unlike Virgil, whose strength was eternal and agonizing and all. He howled.

He woke up all at once, all his senses alight. Even without opening his eyes, it was obvious: He was outside. Not only that, he was naked in the dirt.

He opened his eyes and rolled over, sitting up slowly to examine himself. Clammy soil clung to his exposed skin. He brushed it off with a shaking hand. His nails were stained with it too, all muddy and broken. And he was sore, almost as bad as the time he'd try to go jogging with Logan.

Virgil let the panic wash over him and pulled his legs in close to his chest, wrapped his arms around them. Wrong, wrong, wrong, he had nothing, knew nothing and he was all alone in the woods.

He crested the worst of the attack and clenched his trembling hands into fists, resentful of the adrenaline still ruling him. At least he seemed unharmed; his skin was free of bruises and scratches. He was just dirty. He raised a shaking hand to his left ear, feeling along the back of it for any strange marks. Finding nothing, he checked his right ear. The skin seemed wholly undisturbed, but he would see about that later. Right now, he had more pressing things to worry about than potential alien abduction. For one, there was the matter of his clothes… He got to his feet, covering his groin with his hands despite the solitude. All that surrounded him were the early-morning birdsong and the rustle of the wind in the leaves.

Spinning in a circle, Virgil found a place where branches had been broken and the underbrush had been thoroughly trampled by something much, much bigger than he. With no other leads, he steeled himself and followed the trail. It was difficult going. He had to keep his head down to make sure he didn’t step on anything sharp, and his heartbeat remained sharp and painful and panicked, beating out what-ifs beneath his skin. What if he couldn’t find his way home? What if he got arrested for public nudity? What if he tripped and broke his leg and got stranded? What if something attacked him?

The morning breeze picked up and made him shiver, drawing him out of his panicked thoughts. He just needed to keep walking. He might not even have been that far from home. He lived on the edge of the woods, so it made sense that he was within walking distance of home, right? Well, maybe not, but the belief was all he had. So he believed that he was close to home, believed that he would be fine, and continued to tread the path of destruction through the woods.

He was closer than he’d thought. Soon, the sound of tires over asphalt reached his ears and he picked up the pace. Crossing the road was a nerve-wracking endeavor, not least because the speed limit was 55 mph. He hadn’t seen any of his clothes on the trek. What would people say if they caught him darting naked across the road like some kind of feral mountain man? Traffic was sparse, it was true, but with Virgil’s luck, a pickup full of country boys would plow into him and leave him in the ditch. What a pleasant thought for a Friday morning. Pushing his fear aside, Virgil sprinted across the road as fast as his abused feet and sore muscles would let him. The trail of trampled bushes and broken branches led directly to his house, as he had feared it might, and the destruction didn’t stop there. His front door was open, bugs buzzing around the light over his kitchen sink. Several of his end tables had been knocked over and various trinkets from his many floating shelves littered the floor. His ceramic incense holder lay in pieces by the magazine rack filled with his collection of old tabloids-- the tabloids were okay, thank goodness.

“Hello?” Virgil called. No one answered, and the house was silent. He crept into the bedroom. Ah, there were his clothes. The t-shirt he slept in had split at the seams and his boxers hadn’t fared much better. At least his hoodie was okay. He pulled it on and slipped into a new pair of boxers, exhaustion finally catching up with him. He needed to deal with this, like, really needed to deal with this, but his bed…

He face-planted into it, not even bothering to straighten out or pull his legs onto the mattress. Sleep now, unpack terrifying potential supernatural encounter later.

#the formatting on this seems off but i can't figure out why-- let me know if you figure it out #sanders sides #analogical #virgil sanders #logan sanders #spicywrites #spicywrites howl

[spaceskam]

being good isn’t always easy

Happy birthday @prouvaireafterdark ! I hope you have a wonderful day and I hope you enjoy this little fic!

ao3

Michael couldn’t be blamed and he refused to justify himself.

He watched Alex Manes reach up to shelve a book that was almost out of reach, fingertips tapping the spine to tuck it into place. Michael offered a little telekinetic push to slide it into place easier. Alex didn’t seem to notice, simply going to the next book in his cart. Michael bit into his cheek as he made the choice to cause a book on the edge of the top shelf to fall over. Alex huffed and went to grab it, reaching up to put it back.

He did this a lot. Probably too much. But, hey, if messing with the cute library assistant was the thing keeping him out of trouble, who could blame him? No one, that’s who.

Occasionally, Alex would look around and Michael would pretend to be invested in his book so he wouldn’t get self conscious or wouldn’t find him suspicious, but that was as subtle as he got. It was just too much fun.

Alex would eventually disappear out of sight, though, and he would have to actually focus on his homework. Stupid homework.

“What are you doing?”

Michael looked up at the voice to see Isobel standing there with that expression that said she knew exactly what he was doing. He put on his most innocent smile.

“Nothing.”

“Mm, and I’m the queen of England,” she said, sitting beside him, “Whatever you’re doing, stop it.”

“Stop doing my homework? Well, I mean, if you say so.”

“Michael.”

He rolled his eyes and dropped his chin in his hand as he looked down at his homework. It was all stupidly easy and so boring that he hated wasting his time to focus on it. Every time he’d tried to explain to his teachers that it was too easy and boring, they would simply say that he should actually do it for once. He stopped complaining.

“Help me with this, I don’t understand this shit,” Isobel said, scooting closer so he could see what she was stuck on. It was balancing chemical equations which is what he’d helped her with yesterday and helped Max with over the weekend. But he leaned closer anyway and went over it for a third time.

Halfway through the second question, though, he felt a pair of eyes on him. When he glanced up, he caught sight of Alex Manes looking through one of the stacks of books right at him. He flashed a smile and huffed a laugh when he very quickly looked away.

“Stop laughing at me,” Isobel scolded. He shook his head and wrapped his arm around the back of her chair.

“I’m not, I promise. Alright, next question.”

-

Michael was actually, for once, reading a whole book this time when another book slammed down in front of him.

He jumped and looked up to see Alex Manes standing there. An easy, cocky smile found his lips and he tilted his head. They never actually spoke. He just fucked with him from afar. Now, though, it felt like all those clandestine encounters were worth it.

“You fuck with my books today and I will throw you out,” Alex said. Michael’s stomach dropped and his eyes widened, his heart stalling mid-beat. “I know it’s you. It only happens when you can see me. I’m not stupid.”

“I…”

“I don’t care. But it’s annoying, so stop,” he said, sliding the book a little closer, “Peace offering.”

The book was on the pseudo-science of telekinesis and how to induce a psychic awakening. From the cover alone, Michael couldn’t tell if it was a joke book or not. It didn’t really matter. He knew. Michael had thought he was being subtle and Alex knew.

“What the fuck?” Michael breathed before he could catch himself and even pretend to play it off. Alex smirked to himself and patted the top of the book before walking away.

Michael watched him leave with even more intrigue than he’d ever had before. Which was saying something because he was usually pretty damn intrigued.

He quickly reached for the book and opened it, scanning the pages to see if it held any weight. It didn’t take long to see that it was indeed just bullshit and something that someone created to fulfil their own personal wish to be telekinetic. It wasn’t real. But… Alex still knew. Or maybe it was a joke to talk to him? Did his reaction give it away? Should he talk to him about it or would that make it worse?

Michael couldn’t find it in him to be playful as he sat there in his own head for a solid hour or so, trying to think of how to properly handle this situation. He couldn’t ask Isobel or Max because they would be so angry at him for outting himself like that. He was supposed to be just playing.

He eventually decided that he couldn’t handle this situation, not today, so he grabbed his bag and started to speed walk out of the library. His brain was too full and he didn’t know what this meant. Alex said he didn’t care, but did he understand what he was actually saying? Did he understand that this wasn’t a joke?

Michael almost made it to his truck before a hand grabbed his arm. He whirled around, eyes wide and far too on edge for all of this. Alex stood there with his hands up in surrender.

“I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” Alex said, “I’m sorry if I did or if I scared you.”

“Please don’t say anything. I’m sorry for messing with you, I won’t do it anymore, but please don’t say anything,” Michael said. Alex’s face didn’t change at all which made Michael feel even more like he was being closed in on. “I’m sorry, okay? I-I just thought you were cute. I won’t do it anymore.”

Alex waited far too many seconds before he said, “I’m not going to say anything. Why would I?”

“Because this isn’t, like, a small thing,” Michael said, “I don’t even understand how you figured it out. Like, why was that your first assumption? Are you that observative? Are you like a secret genius or something?”

“I’m not going to say anything,” Alex said again instead of answering any of his questions, “We’re all entitled to our secrets even if we’re bad at keeping them to ourselves.”

“I was subtle!”

“You made me think I was haunted for, like, a week,” Alex said, laughing softly. Michael took a slow breath. “Listen, sorry for stressing you out. How about I make it up to you by taking you for coffee?”

It took a solid thirty seconds of rebooting his mind for Michael to realize he was being asked on a date. Alex clearly wasn’t great at timing. Michael huffed a laugh and tried to relax his shoulders.

“Are you seriously asking me out after casually telling me you know my deepest secret?”

“Well, if you say yes, maybe I’ll let you dissect what my deepest secret is.”

“Is it not that you’re gay?”

“Since when is that a secret?”

“Fair enough,” Michael said, actually laughing a little despite the previous panic that still had him a little shaken up. He sniffled and looked around. “Um, can I say ask me again later?”

“Yeah,” Alex said without question, “Probably bad timing to ask you after saying I know your big secret.”

“Yeah.”

They stood there awkwardly for a minute and Michael highly considered just slamming his face into the side of the truck to make this shit a little more bearable. He pulled his sleeves over his hands and balled up his fists, trying to ease the tension in his stomach. It didn’t really help.

“I promise I won’t say anything,” he said, “You have my word.” 

Michael nodded. “Thanks.”

“I’ll see you around.”

Michael watched as Alex walked back into the library. Then he very quietly got into the driver’s seat of his truck, peacefully started the engine, casually pulled onto the main road.

And then let himself scream until his throat was sore.

-

As it turns out, Alex actually kept his word.

Two weeks after he not-so-subtly admitted to knowing Michael’s secret, no one had said anything. No one looked at him weird, no one tried to get him to do a cool trick, and even Isobel and Max had managed not to notice that something was up. It was enough time for Michael to realize that maybe he was actually trustworthy.

It still took Michael another week to go back to the library.

He sat at his normal table and Alex was re-shelving books from his little cart. His back was turned to Michael’s table as if he wasn’t expecting him to be there. Which was fair enough. Michael tapped anxiously on the table and then focused on the book on the edge of the top shelf.

When it fell over, Alex didn’t even pick it up. He just turned to face him. Michael gave a small wave and he smiled right back, waving before he went to pick up the book. He reshelved it and Michael gave it a little push. 

They did that a couple times, Michael assisting him. Eventually, though, he got fed up with waiting for Alex to come talk to him, so he stood up and walked over to him.

“Hey,” he said. Alex looked over his shoulder at him and smiled softly.

“Hey.”

“You didn’t tell anyone.”

“Wasn’t really my secret to tell,” Alex said, “And, besides, who would I tell? And, if I did tell, why would they believe me? And why would I want to? I’m not stupid enough to think there aren’t things in this world we don’t know about or that isn’t talked about. You’re just one of those things and I’m not going to ruin the fun of anonymity.”

“Oh, yeah?” Michael asked. Alex nodded, nimble fingers sliding a book into place. 

“Can’t tell me vampires and mermaids aren’t real if I can convince myself that there are people like me who know and simply keep it to themselves.”

“So you think I’m a vampire or a mermaid?” Michael wondered, a playful tone in his voice. Alex look at him.

“I don’t know what you are and I don’t know you well enough to deserve an answer,” he said simply, “But I know you’re cute.”

Michael stared at him and wondered how he could even be real. Was he joking? Was this just him playing his cards right? Alex was too good to be true.

And yet… It seemed to be real.

“How about that coffee?” Michael asked.

“Mm, can I also get help with biology?” he wondered. Michael huffed a laugh and nodded.

“Absolutely.”

#malex #malex fic #michael guerin #alex manes #roswell new mexico #my fic #HAPPY BIRTHDAYYYYY

[thisismysketchbook]

time to be thankful

dear 2020,

you were a pain in the ass. but still, i wouldn’t delete you if i could, and that’s on the good things that happened. there were plenty of hard times, but the good ones made it all worthy. so i guess i gotta thank you after all, not only for what you gave me, but for what you took from me as well. you’ve made me realise how much friendship truly means to me, and for that i’m forever grateful. nevertheless, it’s time to let go - this is the turning page.

goodbye forever 2020,

hello 2021...

woah, what a year. i’d like to start 2021 the best way possible, and i believe that is by looking back at the good things that happened last year (it’s weird to say last year, it was literally yesterday... crazy) and thank all the people that made this year better and worth it here on tumblr. i can’t believe this is just a website after all... it’s unbelievable how much it means to me and how supportive everyone is; you had the kindest words to me when i needed them the most and that’s something that i’ll carry forever in my heart. so thank you. for everything ❤

@witchbladegirl , my dearest friend. you know everything already but i couldn’t not thank you once more. tumblr gave me one of the best friendships i have and i thank my lucky starts everyday for the opportunity to have you in my life. i feel truly blessed. i’d give you the world if i could, you deserve it all. i love you with all my heart, i always will ❤⭐

@words-left-unspoken , my greatest achievement of 2020... i still can’t believe how lucky i am to have found you. even though we’re in the beginning of our friendship i love you so much already. i feel such a special conection with you, it’s truly amazing. i think 2021 will be a great year for our frienship. can’t wait to see what’s out there for us 💕

@loohser even though we don’t talk as much now, i want you to know that i value you very much and that i love talking to you. you are such a sweet person who deserves all the happiness there is. i hope this new year brings you exactly that. and i’ll always be here for you 🥰

now for the amazing fic authors: as i’ve said before, you’ve helped me go through a lot of hard moments, either by you incredible writing or for jurst being there... and that means so much more than i’ll ever be able to thank you. each and every one of you deserves an award, so i’ll take the opportunity and give them to you as a demonstration of my appreciation hihi. can’t wait for another year with you all!!

@theweasleysredhair chloe, you’re the blog i follow for the longest time, and i don’t think you understand how thankful i am, for your fics and your sweet words. your fics are breathtaking, i won’t get tired of saying that. whenever we talk i get soo happy, you always know what to say... thank you for everything, from the bottom of my heart. i’ll give you the Most Supportive Award 🏆, because whenever i’m having a bad day you always seem to brighten it up, it’s magical 💕 i hope you have an amazing 2021 full of happiness, you deserve it

@plant-flwrs my dear, your fics are just too good for their own good (what just happened here?? haha). you have the ability to amaze me every time, i am literally so jealous of how good your writing is... and you’re also incredibly sweet like?? i’m giving you the Favourite Fred Fic of the Year Award🏆 for your fic “Smiling Kisses”. i swear to god, that fic is soooo good, i still find myself re-reading it from time to time, i can’t stop thinking about it. thank you for writing it, it warms my heart everytime 🥰 i hope 2021 treats you well 

@ickle-ronniekins erica!! even though we don’t interact as much i want you to know that i absolutely adore your fics. you are incredibly kind to me, i can’t thank you enough for that. i am giving you the Favourite George Fic of the Year Award🏆 for your fic “Black & White”. listen to me, i am not a george girl but this... this has me feeling things. i freaked out when i first read it, and whenever i re-read it i get this warm feeling, like going back home, you know? it is that good.. so thank you, and i hopw you have an amazing year 😊

@wand3ringr0s3 haley, hiii!! we don’t interact that much either, but you have a-ma-zing fics that leave me speechless every time, it’s unreal how good they are... and you’re also very sweet 🥰 i’ll give you the Favourite Angst Fic of the Year Award🏆 for your “Little Bit More Time” fic. listen up, i don’t enjoy angst that much (for obvious reasons haha it’s sad), but this one, oh god this one!! it touched me deep in my heart and i still think about it and get sad but at the same it. is. so. incredibly. good. oof, anyway. your kinktober is fire as well, damn hahaha. i hope this new year brings you happiness, you deserve it <3

@harrysweasleys alexa :) i don’t interact much with you either but i’m crazy about your fics heheh they’re all sooo good, it’s crazy. i am giving you the Favourite Draco Fic of the Year Award🏆 for “A Little Sunshine Never Hurt”. i am over my draco phase but this had me question it for a while hahah it was so sweet and cute and oh god it was amazing. i loved loved loved it 💕 have an amazing year love

@starlightweasley zahra, you beautiful person!! i love your fics sooo much, from the bottom of my heart. they’re all incredibly good, i swear to god, you cannot write a single less good one hahah. i am giving you the Favourite Series of the Year Award🏆 for your series “Prophecy”. i am usually not one to be crazy over series but this one is THE series that changed it all. i’ve never been so attached to a series like this before. it is amazing, really, no words. i love it with every tiny piece of my heart💕 i hope 2021 is a great year for you

@whiz-bangs78 jess!! hello 🥰 your fics are sooo fluffy and sweet, every time i read one i get so soft, it’s a priceless feeling, really. i love love love them all. nevertheless, it’s your interactions that pop out to me. you are incredibly funny, i mean like hilarious. i go through tumblr and then i see a post of yours and i literally burst out laughing. so for that i am giving you the Makes Me Laugh the Most Award🏆! you make my day 10x better, and for that i am very thankful 💞 have a good year love

@valwritesx val, sweet sweet val :) i have to confess i have a friendcrush on you hehe, you are so kind and sweet and i really wish i had the courage to talk to you more! maybe this year i’ll be able to do it. your fics are incredible, i love them all sooo much!! but personally one thing that i admire very much about your blog is the aesthetic. god, it is perfect! i love those collages you made for the navigation links 🥺, your whole theme is incredibly well coordinated, i am sooo jealous! and for that i’ll be giving you the Most Aesthetic Award🏆, i just love the light browns and whites. i hope 2021 treats you well and brings you happiness 💕

@pansydaisy ayli!! you are literally the sweetest, most supporting, loving person out there, i admire you soo damn much! i’m giving you the Greatest Surprise Award🏆 because when i first found your blog i had a completely different image of you and talking to you, getting to know the amazing person you are was definitely the greates surprise of last year. i love your posts so so much!! i must admit that i’d love to get to know you better, i have this huge friendcrush on you 🥰 anyway, i hope this new year brings you lots of joy and love, you deserve it

@lathyrusodorxtus lee, dad. you are such an amazing person, i admire you very much, i hope you know that. i am aware that you don’t write on this blog, but i love your fics very very much. nevertheless, it is your kindness that makes you stand out the most... and it is because of that that i’ll be giving you the Most Inspiring Award🏆. you always make sure everyone feels safe, included, respected and well, i wish i had that great ability you have. you have such a good vibe, i just feel so comfortable in your blog, it is truly amazing. i hope this new year treats you as well as you treat others, because you deserve all the best in the world. you’re a beautiful soul 💕

happy new year to everyone i didn’t tag as well. hopefully it will be better than the last one. and in case you need to hear this, you are loved. you are. and you are important. there are bad things but the good ones are worth it. i’m always here. 

love always,

jo x 🌙

#thank you so so much #i love you #have a great year #:)) #<3

[satsuma-saturn]

Dance with the Devil - Lucifer x Reader

A/N: i actually wrote this one before my Beel x Reader fic, but i decided that this one needed some revising, so i spent some time editing it. this is a songfic, which the Beel x Reader fic was supposed to be, but it just didn’t happen. props to anyone who can figure out what the song was supposed to be in that fic. also props to anyone who knows the song in this fic

WC: 2020

Warnings: none :)

Fic is below the cut .3.

Here I stand, helpless and left for dead...

He holds your body flush against his, his movements slow and steady. A chill runs down your spine, but you are not positive if it’s from the biting cold of the room, or his proximity to you. One hand sits on your waist, gripping it a little too tight, while the other holds one of yours, molding it to fit into his. You feel like putty in his hands.

Close your eyes. So many days go by. Easy to find what’s wrong, harder to find what’s right...

“One, two, three, four.” Quietly, he counts the steps, leading you in the direction he wishes to go. Occasionally, you have to make sure you don’t trip over his feet, or your own. Easier said than since, since you have two left feet, so to speak. You didn’t waltz, after all. In fact, you have never learned, which landed you in Lucifer’s study, dancing to some song that you don’t know. The music plays from a phonograph, fitting for a demon as old as he. Everything in his study seems old, yet he remains ageless. Beautiful. It reminds you of your own mortality.

“It’s Mozart. Lacrimosa. It’s quite famous, actually, and I’m surprised that you haven’t heard of it. It is from the human world, after all, and I thought humans liked classical music,” Lucifer says, as he continues guiding you through the steps of the dance. Did he read your mind? You aren’t sure, but oftentimes it feels as if he can. The hilarity of the idea of him reading your mind almost causes you to burst into hysterics, but you keep your cool. After all, your thoughts skitter through your mind, not unlike a hamster running on a hamster wheel. In other words, chaotic.

“I don’t listen to any sort of classical music, it’s not my thing,” you reply, keeping your voice low as well. The atmosphere of the room is quiet and still, like the surface of a pond in an early spring morning, and you aren’t looking to disturb it.

“Mmmm...so what do you listen to?” He asks, pressing his lips against your forehead as the pair of you sway to the music. It takes everything in you not to jump at the unexpected, though not unwelcome, contact.

“Uh...Cavetown?”

He smirks against your forehead, readjusting his grip on your hand, so that your fingers were intertwined. “I have no idea what that is, but I’ll assume that it is decent, since it is your taste. Though, according to Asmodeus, modern humans have an interesting taste in music, to say the least.” Disdain laces his voice, and you can only imagine what Asmo told him. Modern music isn’t so bad, it just depends on one’s taste. You also don’t know when the Avatar of Lust was even in the human world last, so you have no idea what music he could have been referring to.

I believe in you. I can show you that I can see right through all your empty lies. I won’t stay long, in this world so wrong...

“You’re moving too fast for my short little legs,” you say, a laugh bubbling in your throat. Lucifer simply chuckles in response and slows down a little, allowing you to catch up with his steps. One, two, three, four.

He reacted with disdain when you told him that you didn’t know how to dance and told you that you needed to at least know the “simple” ballroom waltz. Sure, it’s simple, but you have the balance of a newborn foal, trembling on its spindly legs as it struggles to walk for the first time. You tried to explain that to him earlier, but in typical Lucifer fashion, he didn’t listen. His pride didn’t allow him to, he simply had to teach you to dance and any excuse you can come up with is deemed irrelevant.

Tonight, him teaching you to dance is reminiscent of the retreat at Lord Diavolo’s castle. He danced with you then, too, but he wasn’t interested in teaching you to dance at the time. In fact, you very quickly found out that it was just an excuse for him to get close to you to threaten you. Fun. You remember being mildly frightened for your life, until the song changed and Solomon rescued you, sweeping you away. The wizard man is shady as hell, but you were definitely grateful for him then. You’re more relaxed tonight, since it’s the two of you, and he’s not threatening you. For now.

Say goodbye, as we dance with the devil tonight. Don’t you dare look at him in the eye, as we dance with the devil tonight...

His crimson eyes are irresistible, drawing you in and holding you captive. A smirk ghosts the corners of his mouth as he catches onto your staring, tightening his grip on your waist. He always seems to catch on whenever you’re staring, even when his back is turned. Sometimes, you watch him from a corner in the library where you study with Satan. Often, he seats himself in an armchair, a novel in his gloved hands. After a few minutes of watching, he’ll turn his head to look at you, causing you to bury your reddening face in your textbooks. The study sessions never last too long after that, only because Satan refuses to sit in the library in Lucifer’s presence, so he’ll drag you somewhere else. It never helps that you get distracted by the eldest brother, his unreadable gaze twisting your guts.

Trembling, crawling across my skin. Feeling your cold, dead eyes, stealing the life of mine…

A feeling bubbles inside of you, similar to when you first formed your pact with him. When he told you that you belonged to him. You were his. He didn’t form a pact with you, you formed a pact with him. Shuddering, you nose into his chest, taking in his warmth. In response, you feel him bury his face in your hair, his breath warm on your scalp. Lucifer is secretive, dangerous, yet you feel safe when you’re with him, especially when he holds you close like that. It would be easy for him to annihilate you without a second thought, yet he chooses over and over again to protect you.

I believe in you. I can show you that I can see right through all your empty lies. I won’t last long, in this world so wrong…

When you first arrived in the Devildom, you never imagined that you would be dancing with a demon, especially one of such high caliber. Lucifer intimidated you at first, and he still does, yet you don’t stand down whenever he threatens you. You are stubborn and proud, as is he. Your pride will probably be the death of you, and you wonder if Lucifer knows that, or even thinks about it. He probably does, though it’s hard to tell what is going on behind that intimidating, crimson gaze.

Say goodbye, as we dance with the devil tonight. Don’t you dare look at him in the eye, as we dance with the devil tonight…

Lucifer is definitely the brother who brings about the most curiosity from you, since the other brothers are pretty open about their thoughts and feelings, other than Satan, who, similar to Lucifer, is an enigma. Sometimes, though, you don’t even want to know what goes through Lucifer’s head, especially when he’s angry, like when you told him that you met Belphie. That did not go over well. You thought you might even die then, despite knowing full well that Lucifer was the least likely to kill you because of his loyalty to Diavolo. Though you don’t fear death, especially not death by some entitled demon, the idea of Lucifer striking you down right then and there petrified you at the time.

Hold on, hold on…

The hand on your waist moves to the small of your back, drawing you even closer, sending a shiver up your spine. You feel him smirk in your hair, seemingly smug about your reaction. This is the most intimate you’ve been with him, and you have taken on the appearance of a tomato. Leave it to you to get flustered any time you the Avatar of Pride shows you any sort of affection. Even now, as you’ve been dancing for ages, you find yourself getting flustered over every touch and kiss you got from him. Maybe you’re a little touch starved, but that isn’t something you’ll readily admit.

Say goodbye, as we dance with the devil tonight. Don’t you dare look at him in the eye, as we dance with the devil tonight…

After dancing for...you don’t even know how long, a small yawn passes through your lips, revealing how tired you truly are. You haven’t even realized it yourself until right then, but you are exhausted. As every day was, today was a long day, but you enjoy yourself so much while dancing with Lucifer that it doesn’t even register to you that you’re burned out. He also seemed to register that you’re fatigued, pulling his face out of your hair to study your face. His expression is soft, softer than you have learned to expect from the Avatar of Pride. Watching his face, it occurs to you that the lesson is probably coming to an end for the night soon, but you aren’t ready, despite your exhaustion. You want to stay right there, swaying softly in his arms.

Hold on, hold on…

Lucifer presses his lips to your forehead once more, before pulling away to turn off the record player. A frown briefly plays across your face while his back is turned, though you do momentarily get the chance to admire him without his eyes boring into your soul. Why did the most intimidating brother have to be the one to captivate you? “Well, I think that was a successful lesson. Don’t you think so, Y/N?” He turns back to you, clearly awaiting an answer. You’re pretty sure that you were doing more fantasizing than dancing, but you can probably dance better now than you could an hour ago, so it may be considered successful. Still, you’re pretty sure that you would need more lessons after, even if the notion is just an excuse to be alone with him. You really can’t care less about dancing, but you’re ready to spend long evenings in his study, listening to him drone on about dancing.

A few seconds pass before you find your voice. “Yeah, I’d say it was. I wouldn’t say that I’m a good dancer now, but I had fun. Thank you for taking time out of your day to teach me,” you lie, knowing that he’ll probably see right through it. The corners of your mouth curve up into a smile as you speak. Hopefully you’re convincing. You really are grateful for him teaching you to dance, but you’re still as terrible as you were before the lesson. No fault to him, of course. In fact, you figure you would have picked up more from the lesson if you had not spent the lesson fantasizing about him.

He nods, folding his arms over his chest. “Of course, it was no trouble. I quite enjoyed it, and I wasn’t busy anyway, so you weren’t interrupting my schedule. I had plenty of time.” His head turns slightly as he glances at the clock, quietly ticking on the wall. You’re terrible at reading time, but it’s some time after midnight. That’s all you can really tell. “Mmmm..it’s quite late. I think you should return to your room to get some sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N.” A gloved hand waves, gesturing you out of the room. You oblige and step out of the room, shutting the door behind you. Man, you really don’t want to leave.

“See you tomorrow,” you call out as you begin your journey down the hallway, hoping he hears you. If he does, he gives no indication.

Goodbye...

#obey me #obey me swd #shall we date obey me #swd #shall we date #lucifer #obey me lucifer #lucifer x reader #obey me lucifer x reader #mammon #obey me mammon #leviathan #levi #obey me leviathan #obey me levi #satan #obey me satan #asmodeus #asmo #obey me asmodeus #obey me asmo #beelzebub #beel #obey me beelzebub #obey me beel #belphegor #belphie #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie

[absolutehysteria]

I absolutely love your rufus x s/o Headcanons. I cannot help but picture tifa in the s/o place. So um...do you have any slowburn Headcanons for rufus and tifa?

Do I?! LOL

So, I like to re-imagine when Tifa is a prisoner in Junon after everything goes to shit at the Northern Crater. I wrote a fic on it and below is an alternate scene. I guess it’d be like their origin story LOL. It’s the perfect start to a slow burn because afterward Tifa is reunited with her friends and never sees Rufus again. He’s believed to be dead up until the events of Advent Children. Which, of course, would be when they could finally reunite. 

Anyway, sorry this took a while. I was just going to edit and clean it up, but then I just started writing and adding to it. And, well, here we are. Enjoy!

One moment he’s planning her execution. The next, he’s whisking her from the hospital after not being executed. Something about a “Weapon” and him cursing “It wasn’t supposed to be like this.” All she could remember was suffocating, gasping for breath, full of rage that this is how it would all end. 

So she was thoroughly surprised when she woke up. Even more so when she saw Rufus sitting in a corner of the hospital room, keeping a strange vigil. It was weird to see him nervous. There was a flurry of explanations she couldn’t keep up with, information that raised more questions than answered, but then her hand was in his as he ordered her to go with him. She followed with little protest. Maybe it was the urgency in his voice or the unsettling look upon his face. He seemed desperate. 

Tifa only really came to when they entered his flat. It took her a moment to realize she was inside Rufus’ home. Then, the alarm bells went off. Why would he bring her there? What were his motives? He could tell she was uneasy so he provided more confusing explanation. She was somehow safer there, with him, than in the hospital where someone else might finish her execution. 

“Rest assured, I won’t lay a finger on you.”

But what would keep him from killing her himself? None of it made sense. Tifa felt like she was in a dream. It was only made worse when he offered her the guest room with a bathroom attached. She was so overwhelmed by the turn of events she opted to take a shower. She just wanted to be left alone and able to think. He was more than happy to oblige. The way he hastily pointed her to the towels and other toiletries gave the impression he was eager to leave her be. 

When Tifa emerged later, stomach growling, she was pleased yet nervous to find Rufus ordered up dinner for them both. He even offered drinks. Was this some weird date? Her stomach growled loud enough for him to hear. He smirked.

“Don’t worry, it’s not a date.”

She blushed and fixed herself a plate before joining him at the table. He watched her stare at the food in front of her. “It’s not poisoned either.”

She only glanced at him, annoyed, before stabbing a large bite with her fork. He made a small laugh before he resumed reviewing plans to move Sister Ray.

Now, after making it through dinner without incident, but at least two drinks each, they both sit on the couch by the panoramic window.

She stares at him while he stares at Meteor. Her eyes water, wishing he was someone else. Wishing she was somewhere else. Wishing none of this was happening at all. The world is ending in mere days. She’s terrified and alone and the only person she has is Rufus Shinra.

"That wretched eyesore completely ruins the..." He turns just then to look at her and is caught off guard by her expression. "...view."

He stares at her. Her eyes are wide and watery and her mouth hangs in a deep frown. She stares back at him and her lips move to say something, but she hesitates. His brow furrows in a mix of confusion and concern. He studies her face carefully, trying to guess what might be on her mind. Finally, she speaks.

"I'm scared."

Her eyes widen further, shocked by her own confession. Rufus works to keep his face impassive. He doesn't know how to respond.

"Aren't you?" She leans forward slightly as if she can find the answer written on his face. 

Rufus turns from her and looks back out the window. He stares at Meteor as he contemplates her question. A lump sticks in his throat. He knows the answer but wants to lie. Has to lie. Taking a deep breath, he turns back to her slowly. Her face is eager, hopeful, desperate, and he’s woefully unprepared for the impact of it. Her vulnerability fractures something inside him. He’s used to hard lines, cut-throats, and devious morale; cold manipulation, exploiting weakness, and questionable ethics. 

Yet she deals in unbridled emotion, honesty, and seems to expect the same from him by asking if he’s scared as well. She cuts right to the chase and it throws him off. Does she know who he is? It’s his job to keep everything together. It’s his job to never admit weakness or accept failure. It’s his job to save this planet. It’s his job to not be fucking scared.

But before he can stop himself a single word escapes his mouth. 

"Yes."

He feels simultaneous relief and terror at the admission, but it's quickly overshadowed by bewilderment as soft lips meet his in a kiss that stuns him more than any apocalypse ever could. His eyes are wide as her lips move against his, frozen in shock until her warmth melts them and he responds tentatively. As soon as he does, she pulls away. 

She has the audacity to stare at him as if he just kissed her.

"I'm sorry." She bites her lip and looks away, hiding her red face behind a curtain of brown hair. She looks down into her lap as she mutters her next words.

"I just don't want to be alone."

His heart hammers inside his chest. He knows better than to think it’s some sort of invitation, but she’s brushing up against things he tries desperately to repress. He's scared and alone just like everybody else in the world, but he could never admit it. He could never confide in anybody else. He doesn’t even have anyone he could confide in. The alcohol coursing through his veins makes him want to break the rules. He knew from the beginning bringing her here was a bad idea. 

But the world is ending in six days. Did anything really matter anymore? 

His hand reaches up and gently grabs a tendril of her hair, twirls it softly around his finger. She looks up at the gesture, but he doesn't meet her eyes. He stays focused on the silken strands wound delicately around his index finger. 

A moment hangs between them the same way their impending doom hangs outside the window: huge, scary, and inevitable. 

His eyes finally flicker up to hers and she gasps. His fingers abandon her hair and move to touch her cheek. Tifa shivers under his touch and the realization of what she initiated. Alcohol and distress caused her to act impulsively and now the planet's most powerful man gazes at her hungrily. 

"Rufus, I..."

She moves away from his hand and fixes him with an apologetic look. His hand falls to his lap and he sighs.

"I'm sorry," she whispers.

OOF that’s it. That’s all she wrote. If you’ve read Junon Interlude, this would replace what actually happens on the couch in the final chapter. Wink

Ugh. A part of me wishes I went this direction instead. Oh well. 

#answered #anonymous #headcanon #another 1k word fic #rufti #rufus shinra #tifa lockhart #in the beginning #feel the slowburn

[goldencuffs]

First, I need to say this because... your AMAZING 💖 BEAUTIFUL. 💖 HEART-STOPPING 💖 Sugar Daddy AU created a kink in me for Sugar Daddy Damen that now I can barely fill because of how lil of this trope we have 😪 Which I think is a shame.. they have everything in them to do great with that dynamic not because of the need (money, security, etc.) but because I now Laurent enjoys being pampered and Damen enjoys spoiling the people he loves. So if you ever feel like doing something with that trope again.. well, here I AM! 👉🏼👈🏼

Okay, now that I said that.. Hi! How are you?🥰 I just read you want to talk about your fic with #dadDamen, so I thought about coming here and.. would you like something to drink first? I'm gonna get some margaritas so we can chill and talk all day/night long. Are you ready? Because I have a LOT to say 🙈 1) Laurent x Isander ?? Oh my god, yeeeesss!!! I need more of them. I think we don't write enough of them even if it's just as friends. So thank you so much... I loved it.

Let's start with the good shit 2) You went for prise kink and dirty talk, and once again, I feel like you were sent to me by the goddess of fanfic. Haha yes! Give me all the kinky things I love 💦 (señor! I came here again now that I finished and... I need to tell you that way you wrote the subtle praise kink into Laurent and Damen's dynamic is perfection. I can not wait for them to go a bit stronger with it)

3) Going back to Damen, he taking the role of House Papa and leaving Kashel to go to work? So sexy of him... Damen writing about intergalactic love? also very sexy of him (He knowing Veretian and surprising Laurent when he's saying something dirty to Damen, not thinking he would understand it? 🔥 One can only hope, but it would be súper sexy too) haha

Moving forward... 4) Laurent trying to stalk Damen and falling was hilarious, but Damen Drama King Vallis saying that Laurent liked a half-naked pic of him? Okay, sir, have you never go to the beach? (But that's not his only bit Jokaste's breakfast bowl deserves to be the name of a rock band)

And yet you then give us this 5) Damen finding THAT Twitt about Laurent ☠️ hahaha are you trying to kill me? (Tbh I don't know what to say besides that I'm waiting.. waiting for this to come back in any form 💅 )

Laurent asking for help with the climax after he said he didn't come just a few sentences before? Are you sure you are not trying to kill me? (Me coming back to this after reading the end of ch 5: oh! *In Itálics* 🤯 I have so many things to say about this so many questions, but I don't want to do this more sexual than what it already is, so I'm gonna shut up just in case)

6) "He would think Laurent was drunk not on alcohol but on Damen's praise" might be one of my fave lines... The Dom/sub undertones are beautiful! So powerful and well written (it makes me wonder how much do they realize about it and if Damen has any experience with light D/s.. also, what about Laurent? maybe just things he reads on the internet?😈)

7) do you know how almost every book/fic with age difference always has that moment when someone thinks they are son and dad? Well, your version with Stavos saying that he is happy seeing Damen back in the games it's pure gold. I hope you know it. It was funny but also refreshing 💞

8) “Why do you still call him sir? Are you scared of him?” (...) Laurent says, “No,” and then there’s the sound of a hard, wet kiss." 🧐 Maybe I am reading too much into this, but.. did Laurent get a bit turn on with/because Damen and then went and kiss Isander? This makes me think a lot about the way you are writing this Laurent so shy but also confident, eager for Damen's love, but while he still is with Isander, and I kinda love not knowing what he thinks or feels.

9) Damen planing a date for Laurent, going as far as thinking of calling Isander to tell him Laurent should eat the seafood? Laurent loving the date because it was damen's idea and getting sad when he thinks damen didn't really care? Damen, every time he simply says Laurent's name and gets him to admit what he really wants? 🥺 I shouldn't, but the tender D/s moments are so cute and sweet.

And to finish just for now, 10) that last part hurt so good! 😍😭 God! Can wait for more. I'm honestly in love with this idea, this au, this way you wrote them. And that spoiler? I want more.. actually, no, I NEED more, hahaha.

It's so beautifully written. Congrats, sweetheart, another fantastic fic. 🌈💝🌈💝

💫Please feel free to talk about anything else you want, to mention anything that I didn't, and you wish I did or even fight with me because I been getting all wrong, Haha. I would love to read you! 💫

Ps: I think that I cant wait for... Damen first time calling Laurent with any kind of pet name.🐍 Laurent finally letting go and crying into damen's arms/lap 🖤 all the praise he is going to get once Damen feels completely comfortable🍑

Have a nice week!

okay so!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! this is the best, nicest, most wonderful message ever??????? like, omg??????? im completely speechless!!!! 🥺🥰💖💖 i cant believe you dissected this story so perfectly thank you and i love you so much!!!!!!! 💖 ive been wanting to write proper praise kink so bad and im so glad you liked it so much 🥺 there's going to be so much more lol: laurent just really needs to take care of someone in this au and damen delivers!! 😋 and thank you for mentioning how sexy it is for damen to write intergalactic romance!! i agree!!!!!! idk theres something ~wholesome~ about damen writing sappy, melodramatic romance 😭

im so sorry my own message is so short but i just want to let you know the reason my response is so late is because i kept re reading this message like it was the daily newspaper 🤧 I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!! like so much!!! thank you, with all my heart. im in awe of your kindness!!! 🥰🥺

#i love you so much 🥺🥺 #thank you for making my entire week #i hope youre well anon youre so amazing #asks

[casey-v]

Waking up

Ethan x Casey

It’s just a fluffy one shot, set after the 30 diamond car scene of ch12.

Finally I have another fic ready. I’m really busy right now so it took some time. Thanks to the encouragement of @starrystarrytrouble , that helped me to pull this through.

And again: english is not my 1st language, so please try not to notice the mistakes.

Word count: 1.5k

Disclaimer: all characters owned by PB

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When Casey woke up, it was already morning, but it was quite dark due to the heavy clouds that were still sending pouring rain over Boston. Today, Casey didn’t mind the unfriendly weather and she didn’t care about anything going on outside her happy little bubble. She closed her eyes again and enjoyed the comfort of the cozy bed and especially the warmth of the sleeping body flush against hers.

She noticed that this was the first night without nightmares since the fatal tragedy that had taken place at Edenbrook a few days ago. The first night without fear. She smiled to herself, thinking about the reasons for her peaceful rest. First, there wasn’t enough time for a nightmare to evolve as she barely slept. And second, she felt so safe and protected by the muscular arms that held her tightly wrapped that it was impossible for any bad thoughts to get through to her while sleeping. She didn’t fool herself though, there would be bad nights again for sure, but right now all she could focus on was him, his scent, the feel of his skin under her touch, his breathing, his heartbeat…

She moaned quietly against Ethan’s chest when she thought about what had happened. After a ravenous and passionate time in his car, she had quickly run upstairs to her place to grab a few things and then they continued at his apartment what they had begun in the backseat of his car. Casey still couldn’t quite believe that she finally was here again, in his bed, in his arms, after all those months of waiting and almost giving up. Sure, there had been signs recently that his resistance was breaking, with the kissing, the TV interview and all that he had told her during the night of isolation.

But only now was she willing to let her happiness win over all the doubt and insecurities that had been with her all the time. Finally, he was ready to commit, and in her mind, she was listening to his words over and over again.

I can’t deny what I feel any longer. I want you, Casey. I’ve always wanted you.

When she felt him moving next to her, she put a soft kiss on his lips. “Wake up, sleepyhead. Aren’t you supposed to be at work already?” Still half asleep he mumbled against her shoulder. “Mornin’! I’m not supposed to be there that early. I usually like to be there early to get some work done.”

Ethan opened his eyes a little and smiled at Casey. “But usually there’s nobody there to keep me up all night.” Smiling at him coyly she answered, “then you may have to change your daily routine, because I intend to keep you up a lot in the future.”

To her surprise, all he said was “I’m looking forward to it.” She stared at him wide eyed. Was this Ethan Freaking Ramsey talking to her, world renowned doctor and workaholic? “That’s it? No work ethics, no conditions, no regret? Have you secretly switched with a lazy twin of yours?”

At first, he laughed at her remark, but then he got serious. “The only regret I have is that we didn’t do this a long time ago.” When his brows furrowed and he was about to go on, she quickly put two fingers on his mouth. “Shhhh, don’t dwell on the past. We are here now. That’s the only thing that matters. And for what it’s worth, we already know each other so well, you are my best friend. Most relationships” - she made a pause after the word relationship and expected him to flinch, but as he only looked at her expectantly she continued – “start with getting to know your partner and figuring out how the other one ticks. We already had that, we know that we can rely on each other. I trust you with my life, Ethan. I wouldn’t want to miss the time we spent together over the last year, even though it was hard sometimes.”

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Ethan looked at Casey amazed, his eyes getting wet. How did he even deserve her? He had a bad conscience about all that he had done - or rather not had done - to her over the past month. He had treated her so bad, pushing her away all the time, he was full of regrets. But here she was, only seeing the positive side of things. He put a strand of hair behind her ear and caressed her cheek. “Have I ever told you how wonderful you are?” He didn’t even wait for an answer but pulled her flush to him and kissed her tenderly.

They relished their time cuddling and kissing until he gradually began to get a little restless. Although his priorities had shifted slightly, he still took his duties very seriously. Yesterday the team had gotten a new patient and he wanted to check how Baz and June had done with the diagnosis. But he didn’t want to admit that to Casey now. So he just tried to combine the pleasant with the useful. He tilted his head up to lock eyes with her. “Shower?”

She sniffed at him and nodded mischievously. “Yeah, you definitely need one.” Without saying anything Ethan just turned away from her and crawled out of the bed. She loved to tease him all the time, and of course he actually liked it, but for once he wouldn’t let her get away with it. He walked around the bed and stopped next to her feet. Apparently, she was unsure if she had upset him somehow. When he saw her concerned face, he had difficulties not to laugh.

Then, without warning, he quickly grabbed her by her ankles and pulled her out of bed. She was so surprised, that she didn’t even protest. And when he lifted her up and threw her over his shoulder, she started laughing uncontrollably and didn’t stop until he put her in the shower and turned up the cold water. Gasping for air she screamed "Ethan Jonah, I will let you pay for this.”

Their childish play made him so lighthearted, he couldn’t remember the time he last felt like that. But soon afterwards reality sunk in again and the shadows of the recent attack came back. While Ethan was getting ready for work Casey insisted on accompanying him. When he refused to take her with him, her voice got louder. “It’s not up to you to decide. You’re neither my boss nor my doctor right now. Here at home you’re my…”

They both stared at each other akwardly. Calling his apartment home felt odd but good at the same time. Surprisingly, he liked the idea a lot that one day it truly could be her home, their home. While he still thought about that, she silently finished “ … you’re my Ethan.”

He gently cupped her cheeks with his hands and whispered. “All three of them are worried about you. Take your time. No need to rush things.”

“But I’m afraid to be alone all day. Please let me come. I don’t want to deal with patients today, but I can stay in the office and do research for the team, read some medical journals, spend the lunch break with my friends. Just anything to occupy my mind.”

As Doctor Ramsey he knew that she shouldn’t run away from her fears. But as Ethan, he would be relieved to have her near him, where he could check on her regularly. After all, she wasn’t the only one still struggling with the aftermath of the attack. He couldn’t shake off the feeling that he had to watch over her constantly.

So he finally gave in.

—

They drove in silence. Casey felt an unease that spread in her chest as they got closer to the hospital and her confidence crumbled.

After parking the car they walked together to the front door. Hesitantly she stared at the entrance. Today, the large building looked threatening. It was silly, because until two days ago she stayed there as a patient. But now she was about to re-enter it as a doctor again and that was different.

“Do you want me to drive you home?” Ethan asked carefully. She shrugged. “Right now, I don’t know what’s worse. But I don’t want to back down.”

“Then come on, let’s go. You can do this.” He took her hand and squeezed it. Then he smiled at her shyly. “We can do this.”

Casey was still amazed at the change he had undergone the past week. Her eyes went down to their joined hands and then she sent him a questioning look. “What about ‘at the hospital we keep that line clear and bright’?”

“At the moment I don’t care. You need me, so I’m here for you.” His voice barely a whisper, he added “I’ll always be there for you.”

Smiling, Casey held on to his hand tightly and together they walked towards the revolving door.

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Thank you for reading!

If you want to read more of my fics: You’ll find part 1 of my hiatus series here.

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