#Fanfction

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Carlos Saniz/George Russell

Title: Won't you take that part of me?

Pairing: Carlos Saniz/George Russell

Characters: Carlos Saniz, George Russell, Kimi Antonelli, Ollie Bearman, Lewis Hamilton, Max Verstappen, Alex Albon, Fernando Alonso

Prompt: Can you write alpha Carlos and omega George. GPDA meeting but it goes wrong somehow

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Carlos taps his foot impatiently waiting for George to arrive, he’s the one who called this meeting in the first place, the only thing George put in his email is “hostility towards dynamics” He's just learning from George today, most of the other drivers are here already, Aston Martin, Kimi and Ollie are the others not present.  

“Is this important Carlos? George is taking the piss” max huffs a little impatient. "Liam and I have, places to be." Liam looks like he's about to say something as Ollie and Kimi arrive together, the baby alpha smells of distress. Kimi has recently presented as an alpha and his hormones are all over the place, Carlos puts it down to that. Aston Martin arrive, Fernando with his usual gleeful smile and Lance looking lost only a few steps behind. George follows only a few steps behind them. 

“It’s about time George, I thought punctuality was one of your strengths” Then the strong smell of a distressed omega hits him. George doesn’t say anything, just thrusts a folder of neatly put together papers into Carlos’ hands. His eyes are pleading, he steps as far away from Carlos as much as the small stage allows him to. 

“George would like us to talk about -“ Carlos glances down at George’s neat handwriting hostility towards dynamics” There's a small murmur between the drivers, mostly the alpha's.

“Meaning what?” Fernando snaps. “Meaning you treat omega’s like garbage and that’s not ok, man” Lewis snaps back, pulling a low growl from Fernando. "Come on Hamilton, you were around when no omega's were allowed, it was so much better. Although you've not been the same since a beta beat you to a championship then an omega from Williams started beating you, embarrassing."  Lewis is a better man than Carlos, because he just rolls his eyes then turns back to face the stage, eyes fixed firmly on George.

 “Does anyone have anything to say about this?” Carlos feels like a fish out of water, he's been to many of these meetings before, he tries to remember what George would do in this situation. He takes a quick glance at the omega he’s backing himself further and further back into the nearest wall. Something's clearly wrong, but he doesn't want to bring it up in front of everyone else.

“Finally it’s about time, someone else stepped up. It’s not right to only have a useless omega as our voice” someone says, Carlos isn’t really sure. The smell radiating from George is getting stronger, he’s upset and distressed. 

“No that’s not it.” Carlos manages to say. “That’s exactly it, even Max himself said George was sleeping with the FIA, we don’t need someone like that, who is willing to use his status to get what’s best for him. 

“I didn’t say that.” Max snaps “I said you and your FIA mates, and it has nothing to do with GPDA. I voted for George, and I would do it again” Carlos can feel the situation getting out of hand, it's hard when you have a scared an omega next you, his instincts are screaming at him to do something about it. “Why are we arguing about this? We all voted for George and we all voted for Carlos what’s the deal here? We have one of each, perfect." Lewis is clearly getting annoyed now.

“You know, you all voted George back in at the same time right?” He feels the urge to defend George, the omega is backed into a corner, his fear scent dripping off him. He’s not acting like himself, he’s quiet and usually you can’t get a word in edge ways. 

“George are you ok?” Alex asks his voice soft, George lifts up his head only a small whimper coming out of his mouth. “George?” This only seems to piss Fernando off even more. “See, this is why we need Carlos”

Carlos loses himself, his instincts fully take over, he lets out a loud authoritative growl, a few of the omegas whimper, George is on his knees trembling in fear. “Fuck, I don’t want you to speak ill of him anymore got it? I’m sorry for that though, I couldn’t control my instincts” He says in a mad rush, because fuck what has he done?

“Not cool at all man. You scared the omegas” Lewis snaps “and look at George” Fernando chuckles “See you proved my point there.” Lance looks hesitant “is George ok?” Fernando takes the Canadian by the arm and drags him out. “Who cares Lance?” 

“What’s wrong with George anyway, he called this meeting and not said a word, usually you can’t get him to shut the fuck up” Max looks more concerned than anything, but everyone right now has their eyes on George. “You need to tell the truth Kimi” Ollie whispers under his breath, catching Max’s attention. “Care to share this news Kimi?” The Dutchman stands with his hand on his hip, eyebrow slightly raised.

“I can’t he said-“ the young alpha shakes his head. Ollie sighs. “Look Kimi didn’t want to say anything because he threatened me too but Fernando used his alpha voice on George before we came in, basically silencing him, he said to Kimi if tells anyone about this, he will make me suffer too.”  

“I’m sorry, im a rubbish alpha” max  squeezes him on the shoulder. “You’re a freshly presented pup, this is not your fault” Kimi makes a distress sound. "I'm sorry all the same." Ollie snuggles into him and scents him. Max smiles at the young couple.“Well Carlos, it looks like your first job is to make this a safe place for omega’s” 

“You can all leave” Carlos pinches the bridge of his nose, to help him calm down but all he can smell is George and his fear scent. The younger omega is still on the floor with Alex. He waits until all the other drivers leave before approaching them.  

"He likes his nest when he's upset, please take him there." Kimi's voice is very small. Carlos' heart skips a beat from the cuteness of it. "I'll take care of him, don't worry about what happened, it's not your fault." Kimi nods sadly and snuggles up to Ollie as he follows the rest of the drivers out of the room.

“How is he Alex?” The beta sighs. “Not good, I can’t seem to snap him out of it, I don’t know if this has induced his heat, he’s very hot” He's not sure what to do for the best right now, when Carlos agreed to this, he didn’t expecting a civil war between the Alpha’s and omegas and his fellow director to be on his knees whimpering sadly. In the end, he decides to go over there.

“I’m coming to you George” Carlos kneels beside the omega, who doesn’t whimper but bares his neck. “Hey, hey, no need for that ok?” Alex might be right about the heat, he’s drenched in his sweat, his hair is sticking to his forehead and there's a distinctive sweet smell coming from him, mixing with the smell of distress, putting the omega in a very vulnerable position. “I’m sorry I growled Georgie, I’m so sorry” big blue eyes meet his own but they are hazy and unfocused.”    

Alex makes a noise of disgust. “We need to get you out of here Georgie, you’re not safe” Carlos watches as Alex tries to pull George onto his feet, the omega shakes and falls back into a crumpled heap. 

“Georgie, what did he say to you?” George only whimpers and shakes his head. “Do you want me to help you back to your nest” Carlos asks, some of the stress in George’s smell fades away, he nods. “How are you going to do that? You're tiny” Alex laughs. 

“I’m an alpha” He tells Alex, while scooping up the omega, George presses his head on the inside of Carlos neck, the overwhelming need to protect him takes over. He even growls at Alex when he takes a step too close. 

“Hey, that won’t work on me Carlos Sainz and he’s not your omega.” Alex is just protective of his friend, but the Alpha inside of Carlos takes it as competition. “My omega or not, he still trusted me to protect him, I can’t help my instincts” Alex frowns taking in the sight of both of them. “George, he- he’s quite a respectable omega I don’t know how he’s going to feel about this” Carlos ignores the alpha inside of him screaming at him to tell Alex to fuck off.    

“Look, me and George are ruled by instincts, he’s had someone use an alpha voice on him, he’s scared and feels the need to be protected which I am doing Alex, I’m not taking him back to knot him or anything like that. George whimpers in response. “I might just be a beta but it’s not wrong for me to want to protect my best mate” 

"Need Alpha, need Carlos." George stutters over his words, nuzzling Carlos' scent gland. It's the first thing George has said all afternoon. Alex sighs. "Look me in the eye and tell me you want this Russell." George pulls himself out of Carlos' neck. "Want this." Alex nods. "I'll keep my phone on loud, ring me if you need anything."

Carlos carries George back to his room, the strong smell of George, not dulled by blockers hits him in the face. He smells like lavender and oak. "Let's get you into your nest, you will feel better in there." His nest is tucked away in the corner, it's all neat filled mostly with Mercedes black, there a few bits from the other omega's a papaya jersey from Lando, a black Ferrari hoodie from Charles and something from HAAS that must belong to Ollie.

Carlos very gently lays George down into his nest, who purrs immediately and rubs his nose against some of the items. His purrs stop and instead he whines, holding his arms up to Carlos. "What's wrong Georgie?" George opens and closes his mouth. "In" The omega is still holding his arms out looking hopeful. "You want me in your nest?" George nods eagerly.   

Carlos climbs into the nest and snuggles into the different materials, the scents of his former teammate and very prominent. George climbs into his lap, placing his head back on the inside of Carlos' neck, and sighs happily. "Good Alpha." Carlos chuckles and nuzzles the top of George's head, the smell of stress is fading now. George falls to sleep, clinging onto him for dear life. It settles Carlos' own instincts having a happy omega snuggled up to him, so closes his eyes and drifts of to sleep as well.

When wakes again, there's a strong smell of an omega in heat, his cock is rock hard and throbbing and George is sat on his knee purring. "Alpha, need you." George moans rubbing himself against Carlos' dick, fuuuck. There's a damp patch on his knee from where George is sat.

"Carlos? My Carlos, my alpha?" Carlos grips him by the hips to stop the grinding, he doesn't want to blow his load in his pants. "Do you want me to be?" George moans loudly and starts rubbing himself again. "Please alpha." Carlos grips George by the jaw and forces eye contact. "Do you want this George?"

"Need you alpha, want you so bad." Carlos nods. "Ok then, let's take this onto the bed, I don't want to ruin your pretty nest." George purrs in delight, as he's carried from the nest onto the bed.

Carlos can only watch opened mouth as George tears off his clothing, the smell of George is stronger than ever, it's making Carlos want to jump his bones, and rail him hard, but then George lays himself down in the middle of the bed, bats his pretty little eye lashes. "I need you alpha." Then lets his legs fall open, revealing the most beautiful pussy Carlos has ever seen.

"Are you sure you want this beautiful?" Carlos settles himself between George's wide spread legs. "Please alpha, need you." His pussy is pink and beautiful, leaking a stream of slick onto the bed covers,  just begging for Carlos to stick his tongue inside. "

He can't wait a second longer and buries his head between George's legs. who moans in delight. Carlos pins George down onto the bed with strong hands to thighs and teases at his entrance, flattening his tongue and licking a swipe across it. George moans again, his knuckles turning white from clenching down on the bed sheets.

"Alpha please, need you." He sounds, so sad and so cute, Carlos gives him exactly what he wants, moving towards his clit and sucking down hard on the sensitive little nub. "Carlos, I-I." George cums with a squeak, his cum gushes onto Carlos' tongue who eagerly laps up every single drop. Carlos goes back to his dripping entrance and sticks his tongue inside, George arches his hips high up off the bed. "Alpha, knot, inside me inside me, please, please."

"Anything for you, sweet little omega." George purrs in delight, laying himself back against the pillows, while Carlos rips off his own clothes. George's pink tongue darts over his bottom lip, when Carlos' takes out his huge cock. "Like what you see, baby?" George nods. "Need you."

Carlos slides two fingers inside of him, George whines which soon turns into a moan. "Sorry, loose." George scents a little bit. "You're not loose, I just ate you out." Carlos adds a third finger, George clenches down around him. "please." Carlos kisses George's stomach. "Ok baby, no more teasing."

"You're so beautiful George, such a beautiful little omega, I could worship your body for hours." George purrs again, maybe at the words or maybe because Carlos' cock is nudged against his dripping wet entrance.

Carlos holds George's hips tightly and slowly sinks inside of him, he fills him up quickly thanks the amount of slick George is producing. He looks obscene tiny little pussy opened up so wide around Carlos' huge cock. The omega sighs in relief, finally having his pussy filled up.

"Please." Carlos doesn't waste any more time and starts to thrust slowly, George claws at Carlos' shoulders, pulling him closer. The alpha quickly gets the hint burying his face in George's neck as he picks up the pace and fucks him in earnest. George's blunt nails, are still digging into his shoulder blades, keeping him in place.  

George's head is resting on top of Carlos, nuzzling into the top of his head, his eyes are clenched together, his mouth wide open in a silent moan. Carlos changes his angle ever so slightly and presses into George's g-spot who moans in response, tightening up around him. "My Carlos, my alpha." George pulls him closer.  

"So needy for me baby." Carlos watches the bulge contracting in George's skinny stomach with every thrust, his tiny stomach stretching obscenely just to accommodate him, might be the sexiest thing Carlos has ever seen. "You're such a good boy George, taking me so well."  

"Kiss me alpha, please, please." How can he say no to that when a cute little omega is begging him so nicely? He pulls himself out of George's neck and presses their lips together. The only sound in the room, is the sound of skin slapping against skin, while their lips are hungrily moving against each other. The angle is absolutely perfect, he can hold George's skinny body with one hand, while hammering against his g-spot, making the omega squirm with pleasure underneath him, breaking the kiss every now and then to let out cute little gasps.

"I'm cumming-" George pulls away from the kiss and throws his head back against the pillows, his pussy clenching down tightly around as he cums hard, squirting his juice between their bodies.

"How many times do you think I can make you cum before I knot you? You've given two so far baby." Carlos growls into his ear, nipping his earlobe with his teeth. "Alpha, i'll give you whatever you want, just knot please, please, please." George gasps, clinging onto Carlos for dear life. His nails scratching at Carlos' skin, leaving little red welts behind.

"hey, hey it's okay beautiful, of course i'm going to knot you." Carlos pushes George's sweaty hair off his forehead and presses a hard kiss against the burning skin there. "I just want to make you feel so good first."

George whines high in his throat and nods, raising his hips to meet everyone of Carlos' thrusts, who is hitting his g-spot with every hard thrust. His eyes are unfocused, his mouth his wide open and slack, just taking everything Carlos is giving to him. "Such a perfect little omega."

"Come on baby, just one more." Carlos decides to help him out this time, using one hand to tweak at his sensitive little nipple, while using the other to rub circles on his clit. George shudders violently, as he cums for the third time.

Carlos himself is close now, his knot is getting bigger and bigger with every thrust, until soon he's cumming, knotting George and keeping the two of them stuck together.

"Fuck Carlos, i'm so sorry." George's voice is small and sad. "It's ok George, no strings attached, I just helped you through your heat." Carlos kisses the back of his sweaty neck, George nods. "I'm sorry all the same, this is not how I wanted your first GPDA meeting to go."

"Are you ok George, after everything with Fernando." George hisses. "Please don't talk about him when you're inside of me. He's the reason for the meeting, I- I don't want to talk about it." His knot suddenly pops, filling up George with his cum.

George rolls away curls himself into a ball. "What's wrong George?" He lifts his head, tears brimming in his wide blue eyes. "He's right though, i'll always lose to my biology, he uses his alpha voice on me and I turn into a whore."

"That's not true George, this is why you wanted to do the meeting in the first place, you're an omega yes, but you're confident and strong, fuck him. If anyone can bring that bastard down, it's you and i'll be here right by your side."

George purrs and rolls onto his back. "I'm a sucker for a ballsy alpha." Carlos chuckles. "Shut up George, you idiot." George giggles in response. "I'm being deadly serious."

"Welcome to the GPDA."   

[endless-nightshift]

Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Jiang Cheng | Jiang Wanyin/Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian Characters: Jiang Cheng | Jiang Wanyin, Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian, Lan Zhan | Lan Wangji, Minor Characters, Jiang Yanli, Jin Zixuan Additional Tags: Sunshot Campaign (Modao Zushi), Post-Sunshot Campaign (Modao Zushi), Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian's Three Months in the Burial Mounds, Graphic Description, Cannibalism, Self-Mutilation, Graphic Description of Corpses, Golden Core Transfer (Modao Zushi), Golden Core Reveal (Modao Zushi), Dead Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian, Fierce Corpse Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian, he's his own thing but that's the closest descriptor, Ghost Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian, It's Not Necrophilia if the Fierce Corpse Consents (Modao Zushi), dubiously consensual life saving demonic cultivation rituals, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Jiang Cheng | Jiang Wanyin and Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian Talk About Feelings, sorta - Freeform, they communicate in there own way, and it works, which is what matters, Zhanchengxian forshadowing?, Angst and Feels, Protective Jiang Cheng | Jiang Wanyin, Self-Sacrificing Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian, Other Additional Tags to Be Added Series: Part 1 of Life After Death Summary:

It has been two hundred and fifty days since Wei Wuxian died.

 Wei Wuxian barely survives being thrown into the burial mounds . But Wei Wuxian does not survive the burial mounds. The man that drags himself from that barren dead wasteland can not, in any sense of the term, be called "alive." But even dead Wei Wuxian cannot rest, cannot leave Jiang Cheng to fight and die alone. Cannot let his sacrifice and his death be a waste.

All Wei Wuxian has to do is make it through the the war without anyone else realizing what he has become. Specifically without Jiang Cheng or Lan Wangji realizing what he has become. Once the war is over he can put himself to rest knowing that the people he cares about are safe. Once the war is over he can die for good.

Easier said then done in a in a body that is actively rotting before his eyes, and with a Shidi who seems bound bet and determined to keep him at his side no mater the cost.

[m1ssrenee]

Hey guys! I just wanted to let everyone know that I literally just now uploaded the very first chapter to my Scarlet X Herb fanfiction on Wattpad! This is it! This is my very first fanfiction and I’m still working on it but it would really mean the world to me if you all checked out the first chapter!

⚠️It’s not super duper crazy but it is rather mature so any kids, please, don’t read it! ⚠️

Here’s the link!: https://www.wattpad.com/story/392169786?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details&wp_uname=Risefromyourtomb

[thesrctsoftheuniverse]

i love writing fanfic but i hate writing dialogue. help. how do i get over the fear/apprehension? does anyone have tips?

i can see the idea of how the conversation would go in my brain but actually translating that into text and a well written scene seems impossible

[hannahhook7744]

Blood Is Thicker Than Water;

Summary: Everyone knows about Carlos, Diego, Ivy, and Hunter de Vil. But what about the other de Vil cousins? Co written with @dragoneyes618 . Please use clean language when commenting on this fic. Author's Note: The five that go to Auradon are: 1. Carlos de Vil. 2. Mal Bertha Fae-Athanasiou. 3. Princess Geneviève ‘Evie’ Evelyn Grimhilde-Westergaard Of The Southern Isles. 4. Jakeem 'Jay' Al-Jazira. 5. Hannah Artemis Hook. Trigger warnings: Child death, horrible isle conditions, child abuse/neglect, murder, extreme untreated mental health issues, briefly implied cannibalism, etc.

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Hunter was eleven years older than Carlos and the oldest of the de Vil ‘kids’. 

Yet he was the one Carlos related to the most.

They were both the ‘quiet’ de Vils; the nervous wreck de Vils who were less intimidating than a wet paper bag. 

Both of them were the most well known inventors in the family and the ones who found it the hardest to relate to others. Both were claustrophobic (because of Cruella) and both were well-known animal lovers, and barely tried to hide it. 

They were also the de Vils most scared of Cruella.  

The two of them just clicked better together than they did with the rest of their cousins (and siblings, in Carlos’s case). Not to say they didn't like their other cousins, of course. 

They just enjoyed each other's company more. 

It had always been that way. 

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“Book!”

Fourteen year old Hunter sighed, looking up from the radio he was tinkering with and over to the doorway where Carlos was standing tall (well, as tall as a three year old who was barely taller than his one-year old brother could). A determined look on his little face as he struggled to hold up a large book. 

Carlisle was supposed to have put him to bed hours ago. 

The blonde didn't know why he was surprised that the other boy (who was also his age now, wasn't that weird?) didn't. 

Carlisle never did anything anyone other than his mom (and sometimes his siblings) asked him to do because he knew he was Cruella’s favorite and that he wouldn't be getting in trouble for disobeying whoever was in charge. Even if it was Cruella he was disobeying.

Hunter should have known he was asking too much of him when he asked him to put Carlos to bed. That he was taking up ‘dear’ Carlisle’s precious fireworks time by asking him to do what Cruella should have been doing anyway. 

And knowing him, he hadn't put Remi or any of the others to bed, either. 

Great. 

Just great. 

Cruella was gonna kill him. Again. 

“The Tales of Flynnigan Rider again?” Hunter silently promised himself that he'd strangle whoever wrote the stupid book he'd had to read  a million times to his younger cousins and the various kids the de Vil’s various henchmen had had, over the years. 

He was sure he'd never hate any more than he did the book, except for Cruella, of course.

Carlos shook his head. Tapping the book’s cover with the palm of his hand. “Nu-uh! M-mech-an-ics and… and.. mech-a-tisms!” 

It was gonna be a long night. 

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As terrible as it sounded, Carlos hadn't always liked Ivy. 

She was loud and scary at times, bossy and demanding and an all around terror who never hesitated to get into screaming matches with Carlos’s mom. 

Carlos's mom, who terrified him (and some others) more than anything and because of that, Ivy also terrified him. 

She just looked so much like Cruella.

Sure, Ivy had never been violent towards him like his mom had in the past. But she just reminded him of Cruella so painfully that he couldn't help but be scared and run for the hills. 

Her forcing him to play dress up with her in his earliest memories hadn't helped that fear or helped quell the disdain he'd had for her in his youth.

It was a secret that wasn't a secret. 

At one point, Carlos had been sure that no one but him knew that he was afraid of her. Convinced that he'd be able to take that with him to the grave. And then he'd remembered all the hurt looks he'd caught glimpses of on Ivy's face when he'd been so small and so bad at lying and so desperate to avoid spending any time with her—and realized that Ivy, and probably others, had known all along that Carlos hadn't liked Ivy. 

It had changed over the years, of course, when their numbers had started dwindling alongside the Baduns but it wasn't something that could be easily forgotten. It stayed unspoken but it had definitely left a nasty looking spot on their relationship.

Even if they now could talk and laugh with one another over their inventions and outfit designs; Ivy would never forget that Carlos had been afraid of her.

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Carlos cried a lot as a baby; cried and cried until he couldn't anymore. Until he was red in the face and couldn't breath. 

He cried. 

And he'd cry worse when Ivy tried to soothe him. 

Kicking and flailing and choking until Hunter or one of the other de Vil (or henchmen) kids came to get him away from her. 

Carlisle thought it was funny. 

Ivy didn't. 

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Hunter and Ivy told Carlos separately. 

Some parts were easier for one of them to say than others. So they took turns.

“You’re going to Auradon, you should know this,” was the explanation, like Carlos wouldn’t be running off to talk to Diego the first chance he got.

If he had time, that was. 

Enough time before he left.

It made sense. 

It explained the nightmares both Hunter and Ivy had; they’d both woken up screaming too many times to deny it. It explained why their birth dates didn’t quite match up to their exact ages.

 It explained the strange, almost otherworldly feel they had sometimes, a feeling they shared with all those who had been brought back from the dead prior to being imprisoned on the Isle, but that no other members of their generation—not Carlos’ generation, but the generation older than him, the one consisting of the children who had been exiled to the Isle with their parents—shared.

Ivy had been dead. 

Hunter had been dead.

Two more of the people who had helped him build his tree house as a child had been dead.

Ivy had been six. Hunter had been twelve, just a couple of years younger than he was now.

They’d been resurrected and sent to the Isle, just like everyone else. 

What would it have been like? To be dead, cold and lifeless, childhood and life abruptly cut short, only to be thrust gasping and breathless into the world of the living years later, at the exact age you were when you had died?

“Do you…remember anything?” was the first question Carlos asked after Ivy finished, both of them sitting with their legs dangling off the edge of the roof.

“Not really,” Ivy said, and then sighed. “Sort of. It’s complicated. I can’t really explain it….Hunter’s the same way.”

She moved her hand in a vague, all–encompassing gesture. “Like I remember—sort of—shadowy shapes, but not anything clear. Strange lights. Colors that don’t exist. Sometimes I dream about it, but I can’t remember it when I wake up. I remember best when I’m half awake, or just about to fall asleep. If I try to remember more, if I think really hard about it, it’s like…it’s like I’m not supposed to remember more. Like there’s this—this barrier, I guess, stuck in my head, and if I ever got past it it would be….”

“Bad,” Carlos supplied.

“Yes.” She looked lost for a moment. “I’m sorry. I wish I knew more…well, sometimes I wish I knew more. I know it’s not what you wanted. I can’t tell you anything about what it’s like for them.”

Like all of his cousins, Ivy knew him better than anyone else did. The de Vils were very good at reading each other, at seeing what they didn’t say, knowing each other’s history and body language, the way they thought, the way they dreamed… 

Them . 

Both of Carlos’ sisters, each of them bearing the same name, neither of them ever knowing the other.

Carlotta.

Lotta , he’d called both of them. While their family generally didn’t do nicknames—at least, he’d never known anyone except his mother and P.H to allow themselves to be called by one—he’d called his sisters ‘Lotta’.

According to Ivy, in a much different heart-to-heart years ago, another rare occasion she’d opened up, when he’d been learning to talk he couldn’t fully pronounce his older sister’s name. He’d been able to manage Lotta, but not Carlotta. And so he’d called her Lotta.

She’d been three years older than him, and he never remembered being alone.

She’d always been there for him. She’d been the one to look after him, much more than their mother had been, and they’d both preferred it that way. Most of his early memories consisted of him following her around wherever she went.

He’d adored her.

She was gone when he was seven. He came home one day and she had vanished. 

Asking his mother yielded no answers, even when it was Hunter or Cecil. There had been no sign of her. To this day, there still had not been.

She was dead. 

She must be.

Carlos knew it in his bones.

While it wasn’t unheard of, on the Isle, for children as young as she’d been—she’d always seemed so mature and capable in his eyes, and it was always with a small shock whenever he realized that he was now several years older than she’d ever been—or even as young as Carlos had been to run away, or to be left orphaned, to be homeless and alone, she wouldn’t have left without him.

 She wouldn’t have left him alone. Even if the others had refused to go (but they wouldn't have. None of the living ones would have refused to leave, even Diego with the parents he'd loved so much. Even the Baduns would have gone if she'd asked, which she never did because she didn't run away— ). 

There were many ways for people to disappear on the Isle. Half of them would barely even need any sort of special effort.

People who disappeared on the Isle, with a few rare exceptions, were generally never found again. Not alive, at least. If you ever got lost—well, if you weren’t found again after a few hours you’d be lucky if your body was.

Especially with the witches on Cannibal Cove around. 

Carlotta had been one of those who was never found. There’d been no signs, no traces. No body, no blood, no footprints, nothing. It was like she’d ceased to exist…..at least, his mother pretended so.

His little sister had been born eight months later—the second Carlotta.

Mother hadn’t bothered taking care of the baby. She’d barely ever noticed her. It had been Carlos at the age of eight who had scrounged and searched for milk and formula, Carlos who had woken up every time she cried, Carlos who had named her.

( Just like his cousins and siblings before him, when adults weren't capable of doing so for him and the others). 

He’d named her Carlotta, the only name he could think of, the name of the sister whose presence was always on his mind, whom he desperately missed.

She’d been such a sweet little girl.

She’d been very quiet, of course, in a way that growing up with Cruella as your mother warranted, quieter even than him. Which was funny, in a way, because his older sister had never seemed meek or quiet to him. He had a vivid memory of her standing on her tiptoe while she and Ivy shouted at each other…about what, he’d forgotten, and he wasn’t going to ask Ivy.

But maybe it was the way of older siblings to go out of their comfort zones for their younger siblings. He certainly had for little Lotta. Would she have remembered him as he thought of himself —shy and timid? Or as someone who spoke up for her when it was needed, who shielded her from the worst Mother and the Isle had to offer?

He hoped the latter.

Then again, it wasn’t like he’d actually been able to do anything for her when it mattered, had he?

She’d always been in delicate health. She was small for her age, just like him. Oh, she was healthy, and could run and jump and clap like he imagined carefree Auradon children doing. But she was susceptible to illness, always came down with every little cough and sniffle that made its way around. He’d spent many nights awake at her bedside, trying to cool a fever or get her to drink as she shivered, wracked by chills.

It hadn’t been sickness that had killed her last year, but it certainly hadn’t helped.

When he was twelve years old, he’d gotten his leg caught in one of Mother’s bear traps. He still had a slight limp. Carlotta, four years old, had run to get Hunter and Ivy. As he lay in bed recovering —the week following was the only time he remembered ever being exempt from his mother’s long list of chores—he’d heard his uncle Cecil shouting at his mother—his only memory of Cecil ever raising his voice—that those traps were going to get someone killed one day.

Well, he’d been right. Twice. 

He’d been able to survive the pain, the shock, the blood loss, even the infection. A little girl like his sister (and a little boy like Joseph Badun)? Not so much.

The house now reminded him of the months after his older sister’s death—eerily silent, Mother’s unhinged laughter echoing from the corners, ghostly visions of long hair and dark eyes in the shadows. Seeing her everywhere and nowhere, because she was gone. Gone, to that place Ivy and Hunter had been in.

Ivy and Hunter were alive again. None of his siblings or the Badun kids (or the various other children of his mother’s henchmen who'd died in those very halls or this dratted Isle) had been given the same courtesy.

Carlisle and the twins hadn’t been given the same courtesy. 

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Carlos remembered Carlisle better than he remembered the twins, but that wasn’t saying much given the fact the three of them had died within a year of one another. 

He remembered his silverish-gray hair, his unnaturally blue eyes,  and his maniacal smile. 

Remembered his laugh that sounded hauntingly similar to their mother’s laugh.

He also remembered how much of a mama’s boy his brother was—and Carlos’s own jealousy that he hadn’t even been able to name at the time at how much more their mother had loved him and the twins when she loved him and the others all so little. 

He knew that when he was five, he had hated the older boy—had hated him so much that he went out of his way to make things difficult for him just so that he could spend more time with Hunter. Made things difficult when Carlisle hadn’t really deserved it.

All because Carlos had been jealous of how much better off he was. 

It was stupid, in hindsight. Carlos knew that. 

Carlisle had only been fourteen when he died— had only been the age Carlos was now .  

It wasn’t his fault that he sounded and acted like their mother (to a much more dialed down degree). It wasn’t his fault that he found fireworks and explosives entertaining more than the rest of them did. It wasn’t Carlisle’s fault that he’d outlived both of the twins.

It wasn’t his fault: he was just a messed up kid with no friends who’d never known any different than the horror that was their family.

But of course, it had taken Carlos nine years too late to realize that. 

Because all his five year old self had seen was a warped reflection of the scary mother who didn’t love the rest of them enough instead of his big brother who did his best to bond with Carlos, Carlotta, Remi, and the others. 

Even after Carlise had died—having bled out after trying to show off how cool his new fireworks were to a girl he’d had a crush on; only for the firework to explode in his hand. 

Carlos still had nightmares where Carlise lay bleeding out, screaming for their mother who did her best for once to help as she cried and cried—cried harder than she had when both of the twins had died because the last child she truly fully loved was gone. 

She hadn’t cried for either of the Carlottas.

(And deep down, Carlos knew that if he or Remi joined them tomorrow she wouldn't cry then either).

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Conway and Codias both had heads full of curly red hair that no one was quite sure the origin of, freckles, big brown eyes, and missing teeth in different places from all the roughhousing they did with one another and Carlise. 

They’d both been only nine when they died. 

And Carlos had liked them both well enough. 

At least, Carlos thought he did—he couldn’t really remember them all that well.

He vaguely remembered Conway trying to teach him how to draw as he poured them both a glass of the blue ink he loved to drink so much only to cry when he got sick from drinking it and remembered even more vaguely Carlise screaming at Codias until he cried because he accidentally broke Carlos’s arm when playing with him. 

Hunter said Conway was the shy twin and that he didn’t like to leave Cruella, Carlisle, or Codias’s side for longer than he had to when outside—and that he had been so excited when Carlos was born and was the reason that Cruella even bothered making both Carlos and Remi baby blankets. 

Diego said that Conway was good at much more than just drawing and that he was just good at artsy things in general; except music of course, because he was just as tone deaf as Hunter and Ivy were.

And all Ivy had to say about Conway was that he was an idiot for drinking ink till he died just because he liked the way blue ink tasted. 

(And later, when she cooled down, she’d tell Carlos how much Conway had liked the color blue).

Carlotta claimed that Codias had liked to be called ‘Cody’ and had only let their mother call him his actual name.

Uncle Cecil, in the rare moments where he was open to questions about the siblings and relatives Carlos didn’t remember, would quietly remind him of the wooden plane that Cody had carried around. A plane Carlise had  apparently made for him (he apparently made the wooden toy tools Carlos had played with years after his death, too).

Ivy called Cody stupid and reckless, saying that the broken arm Carlos remembered getting wasn’t the only time the redhead had accidentally hurt him.

Hunter grimly noted that the swing that had eventually plunged Cody into the cold, icy waters and jagged rocks that killed him had been the one that little Cody had tried to push a one or two year old Carlos on as an attempt to bond. 

But Carlos couldn’t confirm or deny any of it. 

Because he didn’t remember and their little brother, Remi, wouldn’t either.

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And now it was just him and Remi. The only surviving children of Cruella de Vil. And it was him ( not his little brother who he may never see again after this) , the one chosen, out of all of their cousins, out of everyone on the Isle, to be one of the five to go to Auradon.

Lucky him, right?

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“Are you sure you aren’t mad?” Carlos asked his brother for what had to be the third time that hour as he packed what little belongings he had. 

He could barely meet his brother’s eye. 

He hadn’t even gotten to tell Remi that he was leaving for Auradon himself—no, Remi had found out from his friend Hannah who was also being forced to go to Auradon with Carlos and the others on Maleficent’s orders.

The inventor knew that his little brother had to be mad at him.

He’d be mad, in his shoes. 

Remi huffed, plopping down on the ground dangerously close to one of their mother’s bear traps without even a hint of fear (Carlos couldn’t help but shiver at the memory of what had happened to the last two children other than him and Evie who’d been close to those traps). “For the last time, I’m not mad at you—but I will be sending you down to Davy Jones’ locker if you keep asking if I am.”

“Dude, I don’t speak pirate—”

“You can speak dog —when you’re terrified of them—but you can’t pick up simple pirate lingo that I’ve been speaking since I was six?”

“It doesn’t make any sense!”

“It makes perfect sense!”

“It’s a locker underneath the ocean! Pretty self-explanatory as to how someone would end up there!”

“It doesn’t even exist!”

“Whatever.” Remi rolled his eyes. “I said, no, I’m not mad at you. You’re getting out of here, why should I be mad at you? Just get us off, too, once you’re out there. Don’t forget about us.”

Don’t forget about us.

Carlotta and Carlotta. Carlisle. Codias. Conway.  Ivy and Hunter and Diego and Remi. All of them. Every one of them. Carlos could visualize the faces of each of them, even if it had been a decade since his eyes had seen their faces, that they had breathed.

His family . All of them, all the de Vils. Together. What was left of them, anyway.

“I won’t,” Carlos vowed softly. “I would never.”

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His first night in Auradon, Carlos popped in the only pair of earbuds he'd ever seen on the Isle and listened to The Bad Apples on the old, cruddy MVP player his cousins and brother had quickly fixed up for him as a going away present. 

Listening to every single song on repeat until he finally managed to fall asleep with tears in his eyes. 

Missing his long-gone siblings. 

Missing Remi, the only one left alive.

Missing Hunter and Ivy and Diego . 

Diego, who had grabbed all of his bandmates to record all of their songs just so that he could hear them whenever he wanted to. Just so that he wouldn't feel as scared and alone as any one would in his situation.

Diego, who Carlos hadn't even always been sure liked him all that much. 

Did that just for him. 

It even made Carlos enjoy his cousin's music for the first time in his life. 

(Diego)

“The Beast will take off with your dreams,

And shatter them in the night.

Rip your heart apart at the seams,

He's nothing more than a blight–”

(Harriet, Claudine, and Ginny as Chorus)

“–A BLIGHT ON OUR LIVES,

Gotta fight to survive—”

Even if it was a bit cringey. 

( “Oh shut up, Carlos, my music’s not cringey you just have no taste—”

"Just keep telling yourself that."

"You're the only one who doesn't like The Bad Apples" ).

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Carlos wasn’t quite as surprised as he thought he perhaps ought to be when he found out he had family in Auradon.

Plenty of people on the Isle had family in Auradon, after all. Most of the de Vils had been sent to the Isle, but there were a few who hadn’t been, distant cousins and the odd long-lost uncle. They were bound to be out in Auradon somewhere.

No. His surprise was, when he finally found out about them and met them, that he actually had already known them. Or one of them, anyway.

His mother had a brother Carlos had only heard about from Cecil’s occasional mentions (one he was much more willing to talk about than the one who had been on the isle with them, once upon a time, Cristin de Vil), Divus. Some time after the rest of the de Vils had been banished to the Isle, Divus had married a perfectly ordinary woman named Eleanor who was not connected with any villainous or heroic families in any way. The two of them had one son, a little boy of about seven named Henry.

Carlos had met Henry. Last year, during the schoolwide scavenger hunt. He and Jane had stumbled upon a lost little boy who had been separated from his mother on a trip to Auradon City, and had helped him find her.

To Carlos’ surprise, Henry had known who he was, and had been shocked—awed—to actually meet him.

Carlos usually forgot that he and his friends were kind of famous. The Isle was small enough that everybody knew everybody at least by face, and he and his friends rarely ventured out of Auradon Prep. But everywhere else?

Well, the decision to bring over several VKs to Auradon had made national news. Their arrival had been televised. So had the coronation. So had Cotillion. At this point, it was safe to say that Carlos and the others were probably recognizable on sight anywhere in Auradon.

And, to his own shock, it turned out that they had fans. Carlos, at least. One fan in particular.

It turned out that Henry had idolized him before even meeting him. Which felt weird . Was this what it was like to be Ben, multiplied by a couple million?

Henry also liked to tinker with machines and electronics and figure out how things worked and come up with new ideas, just like Carlos. It was like meeting a miniature version of him, minus the black in his hair. The kid actually had white hair, unlike any other Auradonian child Carlos had seen.

(“It was actually black-and-white, like normal— normal for de Vils, I mean,” his uncle Divus would tell Carlos later, his own black-and-white hair safely disguised by the grey streaks in it and the lines on his face. “We dyed it black for a while, but around the time he turned six he started driving us crazy to have it white instead, and eventually we gave in. If he couldn’t have it black-and-white he wanted it white, at least, so it could be like the kid’s he saw on TV. You.”)

(The relatives of villains sent to the Isle, even though they’d been lucky enough to escape banishment themselves, were often treated less than kindly in Auradon due to the actions of their relatives. There was a reason Divus hadn’t reached out to Carlos until now, a reason he’d dyed his son’s telltale hair even as an infant.)

Carlos and his friends had helped Henry find his mother—his aunt, Carlos now knew—and Carlos remembered watching Henry and his mother hug each other, both of them crying tears of worry, relief, joy, and he had thought that he had never, ever been as excited to see each other as Henry was. That his mother had never been as worried about him as Henry’s mother had been over her son disappearing for half an hour.

In that moment, in that image of a relieved mother and son uniting in joyful embrace, Carlos had glimpsed something he could never have, and had turned away quickly, leaving his girlfriend to explain to Henry’s mother how they’d found him.

He’d wallowed in self-pity for a while, the look on Henry’s tear-streaked, beaming face as he looked up at his mother like she’d hung the stars in the sky haunting him. 

Carlos had never looked at his mother like that. From his earliest memories, Cruella was something to be feared and avoided and obeyed unless you were Carlisle and the twins. 

It took him a while to realize he was jealous. Jealous of Henry. Jealous of Ben and Lonnie and Jane. Jealous of every kid in Auradon interacting with their parents that he’d ever seen. Jealous that they had something the Isle had robbed him of, him and every VK he knew, for even those villain parents who did care a whit about their children never showed it in the free, easy way affection was given in Auradon ( because they couldn't on the isle—showing you cared just painted a target on your loved one's backs and made you look weak—) .

Then he found out that Henry was actually his cousin. Divus was his uncle, Eleanor was his aunt by marriage, and little Henry was as much of a cousin to him as Ivy and Diego were, the youngest de Vil.

All Carlos could think of as he sat through that first, awkward meeting with his newfound family members was how normal they were. How, well, Auradonlike, but in a good way.

They took him out to an eatery in the city that the Auradon students often frequented, the Mad for Tea Caf é .  Carlos didn’t eat much. He mostly just watched them. Occasionally Ally, who worked there after school as her parents ran the place, would appear over his shoulder to refill his tea cup, give him an encouraging wink, and boop Henry on the nose.

 They—Carlos couldn’t help but think of them as the Auradonian De Vils�� talked. They laughed. They occasionally made an effort to include him in the conversation, but not too often, so it didn’t feel like an interrogation, not like when the well-meaning Anita and Roger Radcliffe had met him; this allowed him to sit quietly and observe them, how they moved, how they acted. Eleanor sometimes chastised Henry for acting too wild or reminded him to “use your fork” or “chew with your mouth closed,” but she never smacked or shouted. They all seemed at ease sitting close to each other and occasionally touching each other, none of them clinging to each other or, conversely, sitting stiff and still to ensure not touching each other, both actions being what characterized every de Vil family meeting Carlos had ever been in, even the ones consisting only of himself and all his cousins.

They acted like other Auradon families Carlos had seen. How Jane and her mother talked. How Lonnie and her brother sat next to each other by lunch. How Audrey and Ariana gossipped in the halls, how Arabella and her cousins all did their homework together in the common room while draped over each other in a big pile.

Divus and Henry and Eleanor acted normal .

And Carlos realized he was completely, inexpressibly glad , glad that little Henry was growing up with parents who were just like Auradon parents, glad that this little branch of the de Vils seemed somehow to have escaped the curse of madness and grief that inexorably ruined all their lives, glad that Henry would grow up happy and free and safe and as unlike the lives of the other de Vils as he could get.

Little Henry would walk a path of light and happiness, unlike the warped, shadowy path that the rest of them followed through life. At least one member of the de Vils could get a happy life. If it couldn’t be Carlos, if it couldn’t be his older sister or his younger sister or Remi or Diego or any of them, at least Henry could be carefree.

A real child.

A normal child.

A normal life.

[your-funky-human-companion]

are you interested in Be More Chill? are you absolutely OBSESSED with the Squip? I FOUND THIS ABSOLUTELY AMAZING FANFICTION OF JEREMY X SQUIP and it has A SEQUIL!!!!!!!!!!

it's actually so good. like it starts good and just gets better. it made me cry and laugh and just A;DLGA;LDKGNALKN you have to read this

[allandoflimbo]

I know i’ve been away, and for those who still follow me and care, well, i’m back. I already posted this on my wattpad but i’ll post it here as well, so you guys are in the loop about my new upcoming project.

I have some news.. that you may...or may not like.

After much much much thinking, and much much contemplating, l've decided to discontinue Ice Princess, TIB2, and Never Again.

Ashens and TIB will stay up.

I spent the last few months MIA, staring at my screen, with desperation to feel that love again for a special story that I have to discover and tell. I even thought it was a disinterest in Bucky or Marvel. I've been trying to decide what I want to do, because I didn't just want to have anything up for the heck of it.

That's not me. Having unfinished projects that I'm not completely passionate for, isn't me.

That's why i've decided: enough with the games. I'm going to work on my third story that i will invest my self fully to.

My writing has changed a bit, and i'm trying to extend limits for myself. That being said, with only two of my works being up, I feel an ironic lightness has flooded my chest and ...I feel free. I feel like I need to tell a new Love. A new Story.

My third project for you guys will be a massive one. I plan to have it completed before I post it here so I can post it in full.

I'm so excited to be continuing this journey; fresh, new, and excited. No games.

[xiao-zhen]

LET'S GO! A NEW CHAPTER: The Line Between Confrontation and Truth

A new chapter in Reborn for Revenge!

Chapter 19: The Line Between Confrontation and Truth

Another long one. . but ayyyyy revealed I've been working on playlists (on Spotify) that go with the characters. Won't be public until the art for the album covers is done!

[silviastoll]

Okay but do you want your brain chemistry changed cus this'll do it. I took a week to recover and I'm still searching for the high that was ANBU Legacy. The world-building is superb, the character-building and analysis are top-notch, and the people who collaborate to write it are amazing. And it's also long, like LONG LONG.

It is basically a giant AU about what would have happened if Minato had survived, with a couple bits of added flare in the form of my personal favourite Ryouma and absolutely killer storylines.

[dia-oro]

im sorry I don’t ship it but I support you even is I don’t understand shit, ship it as hard as you can, I’m proud of you even if we don’t ship the same characters/fandoms.

[formula1fanfiction]

Charles Leclerc/Carlos Sainz

Title: Reclaiming your love

Pairing: Charles Leclerc/Carlos Sainz

 Characters: Charles Leclerc, Carlos Sainz, Lando Norris  

Prompt: A/B/O Charlos (Alpha Charles x Omega Carlos) victory celebration at Singapore + Jealous Charles who has to remind his omega who his alpha is. And it's definitely not Norris

Charles watches on in fury as Carlos celebrates his race win with Lando. The omega is his, not Lando's. Oh there will be celebratory sex tonight for Carlos but also sex that will show his omega who he really belongs to.

"Fuck, i'm so happy Charles." Carlos beams as he walks into the garage, his sweet omega scent is masked by champagne and the musky scent of another alpha, he smells like Lando. That's all it takes.

"Drivers room now, Carlos." Charles digs his fingers into Carlos' shoulders and pushes him back into his drivers room. "You're my omega Carlos, I won't having you smell like another alpha." Carlos smirks like he knows what's about to happen. "What are you going to do Charles?"

"Show you who you really belong to."

Charles backs Carlos up into the door and puts his lips on Carlos' strong neck, sucking hard over his Adams apple, leaving little bruises behind, ignoring the mating mark entirely.

"You smell like him, you belong to me, you should only smell like me." Carlos can only whine in response has Charles sucks another bruise, on his collar bone this time.

"Say it Carlos, say you only belong to me." Charles pushes down Carlos' race suit which is already resting on his hips and takes his leggings and boxers along with it, revealing Carlos' already hard cock. "Say it Carlos, or I won't touch you." The sweet smell of a turned on omega drifts through the air, only turning Charles on even more.

"Im yours Alpha, only yours."

Charles can't keep the smile off his face. "Good omega, now let's celebrate your race win." Carlos whines and a wave of slick runs down his thighs. Charles quickly pushes down his own race suit and underwear, he's already rock hard and his knot is swollen.

"Fuck, I can smell how wet you are for me, Carlos." Charles lifts up Carlos and wraps his legs around his waist. "I'm going to show you, who  you really belong to, you're all mine, omega."

Charles runs his fingers down Carlos' hips and pushes his ass cheeks apart, pushing two fingers into his wet ass. "We don't even need lube and you're not even in heat." Charles chuckles, sinking a third finger inside. Carlos is already a begging mess, he's withering against the wall, eyes rolling into the back of his head.

"Please Charles, just fuck me already." Carlos is needy and whiny, it's so fucking beautiful Charles can't wait to be inside of him, filling him up, knotting him, getting rid of the smell of Lando fucking Norris.

"Do you really deserve to get fucked Carlos, coming to me smelling like another alpha." Charles growls, now four fingers deep inside of Carlos and continuing to torture his omega with them.

"Please Charles, I need you inside of me." Charles sets Carlos back onto his own two feet and roughly spins him around, pushing his face into the wall. "I'm only going to fuck you because you won the race today and I am very proud of you."

Charles takes Carlos' hips into a vice like grip and nudges the head of his cock against his glistening hole. "Only I get to see you like this Carlos, begging for my cock, like the good little omega you are."

"Only you Alpha, only you."

Charles finally sinks his cock inside of Carlos, despite the amount of slick he produces he always feels so hot and tight around Charles' cock. Charles starts thrusting instantly, pushing harder and deeper with every thrust, letting the sound of skin slapping against skin echo around the room.

Carlos doesn't even try to be quiet, he's whining and moaning with every hard thrust Charles slams into him. "Good little omega, letting the whole garage know you are being fucked by your alpha."

"Mine, all fucking mine." Charles growls into Carlos ear, pulling another groan from his omega, as he slams into him even harder now, he loves every single sound he's pulling from Carlos. "Yours, all yours, all yours alpha." Carlos tightens around him, trying to get more.

"More, I need more." Carlos places his palms against the wall the walls and pushes back, forcing Charles deeper inside of him and onto his prostate. "Right there, Charles."

"Just can't help yourself can you, naughty little omega." Charles holds Carlos impossibly tighter and slams into him with all his might, making sure he avoids Carlos' prostate.

Charles nudges his head between Carlos' shoulder and neck, licking and biting over the bruises he left their earlier, a new smell drifting into his nostrils, it's Charles' ow smell.

"You smell so good, mine, all  mine." Charles is practically slamming Carlos' body into the wall with every thrust. "Please Charles, I need it, please." Charles ignores him for a few more hard thrusts. "Say it Carlos and i'll let you come."

"Yours all yours, Charles, Alpha please." Charles purrs approvingly into his ear and angles his thrusts ever so slightly and slams into Carlos' prostate with every brutal thrust into the omega's body. "Yours, all yours Charles." Carlos screams as he comes, clenching down tightly around Charles as he paints his own thighs and the wall with his come.  

Charles himself is close, he slows down a little bit, savouring the feeling of how tight and hot his omega feels wrapped around him, only he gets to experience this with Carlos. Charles knot finally catches and he holds his sweet little omega in a tight hold.

"We didn't use a condom." Charles announces as his knot finally pops and he spills his seed inside his omega, instantly pulling out. Carlos gives a little shrug. "Can't get pregnant when i'm not in heat."

Charles wraps his arms around Carlos and pulls him close. "Come on, let's go back and celebrate your win properly."

"I'm happy for round two but that possessive sex was the best way to celebrate my win."

[korra-northeast-germany]

Perfect

Perfect. did I ever tell you, "you're the most perfect bein in the universe?" I know you wouldn't belive me..with the whole 'sharing your blood with an alien species. created to be a killing machine, and the loss of her..' But you ou are the perfect being really!

Your eyes remind me of the sweetness of strawberries and apples..even though you aren't the sweetest being. You're black fur glimmers under the suns rays making you even more magnificent than you already were. The red stripes laced upon your fur and quills match the quiet cresent of a blood moon. Thats not even everything. Of coure I picked fights just to see you, to look into your wonderful eyes, to see that smug smirk upon your face, to just spend time with you. The universe's most perfect being. I know I could never have your heart, maybe in another universe..another timeline...but I won't get my hopes up. You're perfect I could never compare. You're perfect I could never have you. You're perfect and I love you for that. You're perfect..everything about you makes makes me feel so fluttery and bubbily just plain weird. You're the sun while I'm just an asteroid on the edge of the universe. But you wouldn't know that..right Shadow?

[infernothechaosgod]

I'm about to write my leosagi fanfic called

"Any moment now"

Give me questions, lot's of em, I will answear you I think it could be fun my inbox is wide open and right there

Also it will be a chaptered (is that even a word?) fanfiction, it will be pretty long id say

Im waiting

[ghostboyhaunted]

whats this? new fic?

[kazuma2001]

Reborn as a Space Mercenary: The Mercenary and the Ronin

If anyone is interested in reading a fanfic based on the science fiction Isekai series "Reborn as a Space Mercenary", I have one for you:

I just started posting it the other day, but it's finished and will be updating regularly. I hope you enjoy it!

[mizldrizl]

Just a few common errors I've noticed reading K-Drama fics.

If you write English fics for K-Dramas and like to use some Korean words in them, I think it might not hurt to note these:

- "어머 (omo)" is an exclamation used by women, not men.

- Technically, "(name) + ah/yah" is not a form of endearment but a way of addressing someone in an informal tone. If a younger person uses it to an older one, it sounds insulting and/or patronizing. (Whenever I see it in a fic, I always mutter to myself, 'What are you, his dad?')

- Likewise, calling someone "(full name)" only with no title is rude if done by a younger person to an older one. Yes, it sometimes happens in canon, but not under normal circumstances (e.g. when the younger is furious, when the older is in danger, etc.).

- "야 (yah)," is also something normally not used by a younger person to an older one. If it is used so, it can be interpreted to "fight me" or "hey, asshole!"

- "저자 (jeo-ja)" and "작가 (jak-ga)": Both can be translated to "author/writer," but when referring to an occupation, the latter should be used. The former is for "written by" or "the author of (publication)."