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nirvanawrites111 · 2 years

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I'm Calling You Daddy (Sub!Changbin x Dom!Reader)

Pairing: Sub!Changbin x Dom!Reader

Word Count: 2730

Summary: You used to date Woosan, but now you are figuring shit out with your bestie, Changbin. You and Changbin like role reversal so he likes calling you "daddy" and prefers you to praise him by saying, "Good girl".

Warnings: Shower sex, creampie, Binnie fucks a dildo, Binnie is called Y/n's wife, piv, oral male rec., really not a plot tbh, unprotected sex, Binnie likes to be choked, praise kink, daddy kink. Mentions of drinking but my baes prefer sober sex.

A/n: chilee.. I wrote this in one sitting so yeah. I've been having writer's block for the longest!!! So, this is a start to getting back into writing. I wish I could write smut for a living lol.

Enjoy! I did this for the Sub!Changbin collective! Love you guys!!!

"Why aren't you two drinking? We're at a party! Let's take a shot," Minho chastises you and Changbin.

You both glance at each other, and you look down at the ginger ale in your hand. "Bro, I have an important meeting, tomorrow."

"One shot won't hurt," Minho pleads with you, but you don't want to budge to his peer pressure.

"Minho, chill. Okay, we don't have to get fucked everything we come to your house," Changbin speaks up.

You can see the disapproval on Minho's face, but you know you have to stand your ground about this.

"Alright," Minho throws his hands up and walks away from you two. He finds Felix and some woman you've never seen before.

You glance at the door, and you see San walking into the room. You squeeze your cup a little bit tighter. You say a silent prayer to whoever is in the clouds looking over you, hoping he doesn't walk over to you.

"You don't have to speak to him. Okay," Changbin leans over and whispers into your ear.

His hand gently rests in the middle of your lower back. His touch grounds you, and you take a deep breath.

You realize he's right. What do you owe, San, anyways?

"I know," you say.

You watch San walk through the room, and a few of his admirers are checking him out.

Of course, his hoes would be at the same party. You're unsure which one he'll be fucking in the bathroom, but that's no longer your concern.

"Y/n, long time no see!" San directs his energy toward you, and you groan internally. All you want is one drama-free night.

You usually wouldn't go to a party on a Tuesday night, but Changbin has to show face at these get-togethers. Or, he won't hear the last of it.

Of course, San wants to make a scene in front of everyone.

It would not be polite to ignore him. You decide not to be petty. "Hey, San. How are you?"

"I'm doing good," His eyes trail down your body. You know you look good, but it's not to impress you.

San grins when he admires how your body fills out your short black dress. It's been a minute since you decided to dress more femininely. "I see you are doing even better."

"What do you want?" You ask.

Before you can answer, you see Wooyoung come up and put his arms around you. He starts dancing on you. But, you don't respond in the way he's hoping you would.

"Wooyoung!" You peel his arms off of you. You can smell the liquor oozing off his skin.

"Baby! You need to come back home to us," Wooyoung whispers against your ear. You take a step back from him.

That's the last thing you actually want.

Changbin steps forward between the two of you. "Respect the lady, please. She's not interested."

"Who are you?" Wooyoung questions.

"Her best friend."

"Oh, are you two fucking?" Wooyoung questions him. It feels like things could go left. You know how jealous Wooyoung can be and how hot-tempered he is.

You heard enough of this interaction. "Goodnight, Wooyoung." You grab Changbin's hand and head for the door.

If you have some alcohol in your system, you might be able to deal with drunk Woosan, but tonight isn't that night.

Changbin still holds onto your hand. He knows that seeing them tonight isn't what you expected. He wouldn't have invited you if he knew they would be there.

Changbin follows you to his corvette and opens the passenger door for you. You turn around and throw your arms around him. "Binnie, I'm sorry you had to go through that."

"It's not your fault. Trust me. It doesn't bother me."

Changbin stares into your eyes. He knows that you aren't ready for a relationship. You are still working on yourself after the breakup. The pain is still heavy in your eyes, even when you smile.

So, all he can be is your best friend. The one that holds all your secrets. The one that the world doesn't get to see. The goddess that can conquer him so easily.

"Use me.. goddess," Changbin's voice is low, but still at a level where you can understand him.

"Binnie... you don't mean that."

"I do. Ruin me. I'd do anything to experience you again. Even if this is all that I get to experience."

Changbin's heart is racing for you. He's vulnerable, and he wants to be a hole for you.

"Okay. Let's go to my house."

***

You admire Changbin's willingness to be used by you. Something that once was a foreign concept to you, but it's something you find yourself craving when you are all alone.

Changbin's simple vow of devotion is something you have yet to experience with anyone else. You like this side of yourself that you embrace when you are alone with him.

With him, there is no judgment or constant critiquing. No one to question your femininity or how masculine you are. In these moments alone with him, you get to embrace your authentic self.

This side of yourself is entirely unmasked, raw, and highly vulnerable—the perfect mixture of masculine and feminine energy.

Your eyes trace the shape of his body first, before you even touch him. He's so beautiful to you. You love the side you see of him when no one else is around.

He's in his little world while he showers for you. You sit on the shower bench , and you marvel at him. His ass is literally perfect. The muscles in his lower back flex as he cleans his body.

"Come, here, baby," You call out to him almost in a purr.

You stare at how quickly he turns around to come over to you. He gets down on his knees without your request. Something that you love.

"Did you wash that ass nice and good for me?" You ask.

"Yes, daddy," he nods.

Hearing those words leave his lips makes you melt on the inside. Your exs would never let you switch roles.

They insist on being more dominant towards you even though you've asked several times to Dom them.

So, now it's their loss.

Changbin's gain.

You run your fingers through his wet hair and brush it to the side. You lift his chin, and you can see how he longs to be touched by you.

"Are you touch starved? Have I deprived you that long?"

"No," Changbin shakes his head. "It's only been ten days."

"Oh, someone is counting."

"Yes, I keep track. But, I'm grateful for whatever you decide to give me."

"Mmm.. you want to fuck you like a whore, tonight?"

"I do."

You can see the sparkle in his eyes. How much he wants to be ruled by you.

"Alright. Show me you deserve it." You get up and walk around him to reach into your shower basket hanging around the shower head.

You grab your favorite suction cup dildo. You hold it and attach it to the wall. You put it at a perfect height just where he can reach it.

You reach into your shower caddy and grab your favorite suction. You cover it in Changbin's favorite lube.

"Yes, daddy," he replies. He eagerly gets up and slides his ass down onto the dildo.

You sit back down and watch him. You bite your lip at the way he's so obedient to you. He'd do anything to please you.

He's so fucking hot fucking himself like this so that you can fuck him.

Your pussy is wet with excitement. You cross your legs because you don't want to touch it yet. The way he arches his back and isn't afraid to show you how much of a slut he can be for you makes your center throb.

"Fuck, daddy," Changbin moans, filling the shower. You close your eyes and cross your legs again. You are soaking wet just from him being such a whore for you.

"I need you," he cries out, music to your ears.

You stand up and decide to change things up a little bit.

"You're fucking yourself so good. Let's see how long you can last. You want me to taste you?"

"Yes," he whimpers. You stare at his painfully hard dick.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, daddy."

You get on your knees, and you stroke his dick. The sight of him pleasuring him already has you dripping. You love how spacious your shower is because you can do everything.

"Mmm.. good girl. So obedient to daddy. This is why I have to reward you," You moan, and you cover his length. Your tongue swirls around the tip, and you tease him a bit.

You stare up at him, and his eyes connect with yours. This is how you want to reward him for sticking up for you tonight.

You pulled him away earlier before things got too crazy. Because, you don't want him to get into trouble.

But, you love when he defends you.

Changbin always defends you.

So, he must be recognized for his actions.

"You taste so good, baby."

His pre-cum drips onto your tongue, and you savor his taste. You see how he covers his face because he's enjoying pleasing himself, and having you on your knees rewarding him.

"I love when you defend me... You would make the perfect spouse. How would you like to be addressed?" You know, but you want to hear it roll off his tongue.

"Your wife... I want to be your wife," he pants so quickly. You swear you could listen to him moan all day.

You know you're fueling his delusions more and more. But, you would marry him. He would make the perfect wife for you. Someone that you can do everything with.

He's so submissive, and that's exactly what you need.

"So, you would change your last name to mine?" You question.

"In a heartbeat," he moans out.

Your hand can't help but fall in between your thighs. You brush your finger against your swollen clit. It's already glistening with your essence. All because Changbin is such an obedient little slut for you.

Even though you would rather feel Changbin's fingers stroke your clit right now, you are focused on his pleasure. Watching him come undone like this turns you on even more.

It makes you ache for him even more. He's so bold as not to question any of your requests, but he's still so shy for you.

"Fuck," a curse slips from mouth. You are enjoying the taste of him. Making him weak like this. It's a sight you enjoy.

You suck him faster, because you want him to cum for you. He grabs the back of your head, but it's gentle. He's always so careful and precise in how he touches you. Never rough, but just perfect.

"Come for daddy," you breathe out. Your hands massage against his balls. You take him in deeper until he hits the back of your throat.

"Shit," he squirts down your throat. You swallow his load. His hands are still covering his face. He comes over and over again while his legs shake for you.

You stand to your feet, and you stroke his dick which is still hard. You kiss his lips. "You did so good for me. I swear you're the best slut I've ever had. Such, a good girl for me."

"Thank you, daddy."

"Let's go into the bedroom," you lean against his ear and nibble on his ear lobe. "Wife." You add, and he whimpers for you.

Why does he have to be so perfect for you? The best friend you overlooked this whole time.

You still can't believe you two have hooked up a few times. You hop out of the shower and wrap yourself in a towel. You grab a towel for Changbin and cover him up.

You enter the bedroom and reach into your nightstand to grab your strap. You lay it on the bed. You sit on the bed and dry your body off.

Changbin stands in front of you. You grab his towel and dry off his body. He looks like a freaking god standing naked in front of you.

Once he's dry, he sits next to you.

You want to pounce on top of him. You push him back against the bed. "Binnie, why have you turned me into this?" you giggle.

"I didn't do anything. This is who you naturally are. I love the way you dominate me."

"You're right."

With your left hand, you grab his hands and put them above his hand. You kiss all over his face. "You're so sweet.. ugh. I just can't get enough of you."

"I think the same thoughts every day."

His smile is so innocent and sweet. It can literally brighten your whole day.

"Damn, maybe we should be official." A lightbulb goes off in your head.

You jump off of him. You reach into your drawer, and you remember you have something you want to give him.

"Seo Changbin, will you do me the honors," You get down on one knee.

"Y/n! Really?" Changbin sits and laughs at you being his silly best friend.

"Yes, will you be my wife? All I can afford right now is this cock ring, but I will promise to fuck you right every time you need it," you laugh.

You two both know that you aren't serious. But, this is how silly your friendship is.

"Yes, Y/n. I'll be your wife," Changbin wipes imaginary tears from his eyes as you put the cock ring on his dick.

You lean forward to kiss him. You climb back on top of him. "So, can I fuck you? Sorry, where are my manners? May I fuck you, wife?"

"Of course, you can. You want me to help you put your strap on?"

"I was thinking we could try the Amazon position."

Changbin's eyebrows rise at your proposal. "Fuck.. if you hold my legs up, I don't think I would last long."

"That's the point. Plus, I want to feel you deep inside of me. We've never done that."

"Mmm... I'm down. Fuck me."

You push his legs back and hold them. You stand back against the bed and pull him to the edge. You position yourself to line up perfectly with his dick. You slide down onto him inch by inch until he's entirely in you.

"Damn, you feel so good around my dick." You can feel his dick throb inside of you.

You give him a stern look. "Binnie! Don't nut.. yet."

"Yes, daddy."

This is the first time you've ever let him inside of you. Normally, you fuck him with the strap-on, but you never allow him to experience being inside you.

So, there is a first time for everything.

"Mmm.. you feel so good inside of me."

"I've dreamed of being inside of you. It's better than I imagined."

"Of course it is.." You cockily express and press his legs back further so you can ride him in the Amazon position.

"Mmm.." Changbin is whimpering for you, just like the perfect little slut he is. You pound into him harder, giving him exactly what he needs.

"You're so beautiful like this.." You chuckle. "Holding back, knowing you want to cum so hard inside me. You're so obedient. Do you want to cum inside of me? Mhm?" you ask.

"Yes," he mumbles, and covers his face.

You grab his hands and uncover his beautiful face that you love to stare at. "Yes, what?"

"Daddy."

"Mmm... Good girl. I love fucking you so hard. Using you like a toy. You like that?"

You love to see in this state. So beautiful. His tan, olive skin flush, and his lips echo moans for you. All because you are fucking him like this.

"Cum for me, wife."

"Mmm.. Choke me, please!!!!"

You lean forward to slip your tongue inside his mouth. You wrap your hands around his throat and choke him while you fuck him harder.

After you said that, he exploded inside of you. You slip off of him and crawl on top of him. "I want you to be mine, for real. Binnie. Can we make it official?"

"I'm already yours."

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quinloki · 7 months

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Alrighty, I think I've settled on some decent questions to ask you as a fellow writer so here goes:

(keep in mind, I only just now saw Kaz's question that you answered so I don't know how many of these you've already been asked)

1. What fic of yours would you recommend to someone who had never read any of your work? (In other words, what do you think is the best introduction to your fics?) 5. What do you wish someone would ask you about [insert fic]? Answer it now! 25. What other websites or resources do you use most often when you write? 45. What’s something you’ve improved on since you started writing fic?

Answer any combination of these ones, I know you'll probably answer all of them, but if you don't particularly feel it then only answer one of them. You're supposed to be taking the hard month easy, so pick the one that stands out the most to you and run with that one.

\o/ Thank you for these. Nothing says lovin' like being able to answer an ask as a warm-up to writing for the day ^_^

What fic of yours would you rec as a place for someone to start?

Hmm... It's a hard call between Quicksand and A Light Touch honestly. I had a lot of fun with both, but I think I'd go with A Light Touch. It's a good show of story, smut, world-building, and cartharsis - it gets intense a couple times, and if you can enjoy the ride there's not really anything I write that goes beyond it. (Passing Fascination will, but it's kind of stand alone as an explicitly yandere title anyway).

Not to skip #5, but if there was something I wanted to talk about regarding a story, I would. I'm terrible at keeping my excitement tucked away on something. But I always love answering questions, even if I've touched on something before.

Websites and resources... hm... there's a fandom wikia for One Piece and thelibraryofohara.com that I use the most. The wikia for names and birthdays and heights, cause I'm not even gonna try to memorize that stuff XD and the Library of O'hara for timelines and other interesting little bits and bites. Aside from that I usually listen to Spotify - music just helps me focus, and I'll make picture collages of whoever the love interest is and keep it off to the side. The visuals help keep my mind on task.

What's something I've improved on since I started writing fic?

Probably everything. I wrote a disgusting amount of words last year, and I hope to match that this year. Practice makes perfect, as they say, but also I'm lucky to be surrounded by writers who are as good as me or better. Seeing how other describe certain emotions or events helps me refine my own approach.

It also took me a couple months to really find my voice, and nearly a year to sort out how to efficiently edit my work without wanting to pull my hair out. (I let something read it to me, picking up missed words or misspelled words is easier via audio, at least for me).

People started asking me to beta read stuff too, which I'm honored to help out with when I can, and it's an experience to see how other folks go through the process.

Questions for Fic Writers

#Questions for fic writers #ask me anything #quin answers #thecrimsonacademic

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zgvlt · 2 years

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Hello again, this is the same anon from here

Honestly any fanfic would do, a series or one shot that seems to have really good writing. I've been trying to look for well written one shots for awhile on tumblr. My friend on here actually introduced me to your blog, they speak very highly of you. But other than your blog I did find people who write in detail but they're from another fandom sadly:(

A questio, do you know the self aware twisted wonderland AU? It's a very interesting AU. You should see the one shots made for the AU although they don't write in detail as much but their ideas for said AU is very interesting, nowadays most of the things being posted about the AU is all about writing letters to your favorite characters instead of one shots so that's why I was hoping you could give me a few recommendations:)

ohhhh i think i understand better now yes. and yes, i know about the self-aware AU! it was popular in the mysmes fandom too haha, it's a fun au for any game. i think a couple of writers have done their take on it so i don't really know who you're referring to or who did it first haha

regardless i guess i'll recommend fics (and honestly? just writers) i personally enjoy, and you can see if they're to your taste as well! or you can scroll through their masterlists yourself! and also this is my opportunity to talk about my talented mutuals oopsies

sorry for the tags pls forgive me hehe 🤗

i already talked about this in a post a few months ago, but i love anything written by @traumxrei-archive !! one of trau's leona fics titled "the shape of one's heart" is an easy new favorite of mine, i love character studies so much and screams and falls into a pit. and speaking of series! trau has a mini series based on fairy gala, fittingly named "the fairy gala collection"... and then and then just... trau's fics <3 heart eyes only!!

these are short but intimate... which makes sense because "fondness found amongst fleeting intimacy" [part 1 w/ idia, vil, mal, crewel] [part 2 w/ savanaclaw boys] by @twsthearts i just think about them every so often, the title itself enraptured me and i was just compelled to read and i had no regrets knox if u see this i adore ur writing sm i always feel like i'm reading one of my poetry books or the diaries of novelists excerpts from your works feel like they belong on a book, and then a pinterest girlie will be so in love they'll scan it and post it on their board

@twstedstoryshop hi okay so i'm going to admit i haven't finished shopkeep's full catalogue yet but i'm going to say "convenient marriage" (deuce historical AU) is probably my favorite bc i just... historical AUs, but i also enjoy "funny thing called fate" (azul soulmate AU) because i'm predictable and I think soulmate AUs are the best!!

@kaiijo ying...!!! such charming writing...! "magnetic" (azul frenemies to lovers) might be to your taste! although i am a simple human and the love triangle [part 1] [part 2] ones are my favorites dreamy sighing

i haven't actually read any of these yet (bc i want to binge all of them in one day oops) but since you mentioned series of one shots i thought of "the who does the prefect like" collab bc some of my (again, talented!) mutuals are participating in it i think it's worth checking out!

these are all i can think of right now off the top of my head that you might enjoy but if i think of more i'll reblog this!

anyway to whoever else is reading this feel free to recommend me some fics as well because i have not been reading a lot of fanfic lately hjsjsjsd i haven't had the time to finish my mutuals masterlists cries +++

i would love to follow more people ahhhh give me your recs <3

#—nathyask #—anonnie #and if you do enjoy those writers you can scroll through their blog for fics theyve reblogged as well!

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damonjuicyscock · 2 years

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Pictures of You- Chapter 7 (90's Liam Gallagher X Reader)

Pairing: 90's Liam Gallagher X Reader

Warnings: Language, A bit violent, ANGSTY AF, Mention of alcohol, drugs and blood (yes, yes you read correctly), a bit of smut (it's a bit huh... well you'll see but even I cried when I wrote this part because it was hard to write), maybe a few spelling mistakes but I hope not.

Words: 2186

Summary: You're Oasis's official photographer. Things get complicated between you and Liam. So much complicated that maybe, you don't feel like you could ever be happy and don't deserve it.

A/N: Hello everybody ! Hope you're all doing fine. I invented a part in this (the gig, I didn't know what the setlist was). I'm sorry I didn't publish our weekly fluff or smut, but I was exhausted and I'll have to stop writing them until September, because I have classes to finish and I got a job. But don't worry, I'll still publish the fan fic, and I'll make it up to you in September by publishing two weekly smut for two months. I also have to take care of my mental health, I hope you understand. Anyway, this chapter is really hard to read and triggering especially in the end, so please prepare your tissues, and don't read it if you think you might feel triggered.

Enjoy !

(Liam said hello)

October 11th, 1995- New York City

Since I woke up in Liam’s bed, some things were starting to get different.

It was like Liam knew that what I said this day when leaving his room was absolutely false.

So now, instead of being an asshole to get to fuck le, he was playing the sweet old Casanovas to get to fuck me. Even if his ego and self-esteem were absolutely pissing me off, this other side pleased me, and oh fuck, I was falling for him slowly and dangerously.

This day, someone knocked at my hotel room’s door and woke me up. When I opened the door, a cute employee was holding a massive bouquet of red roses.

Good morning miss Y/L/N, I have this for you.

Oh wow! Let me help you, we’re going to put it on the table.

Once it was put on the table, I thanked him, giving him a tip.

I took a look at the bouquet, searching for a hint, but deep down I already knew who was sending them to me, because it wasn’t the first time one I was receiving.

That’s what I meant when I said Liam was playing the Casanovas to get to fuck me.

And bingo, I found an envelope with a word inside it. “One city, one bouquet, with love, Liam”.

I rolled my eyes in annoyment. I was annoyed but it was actually charming.

But it was time to have a little discussion with the said Casanova in chief.

I left my bedroom, only wearing my nightgown and went towards Liam’s room. I knocked at the door, and he didn’t seem to be alone, because I heard female moans.

I knocked harder and I heard someone open the door. His sweaty face appeared.

Am I bothering you? I said, sighing

Well yea, I’m busy, me.

Fucking someone?

Yea, the cute receptionist.

Then why the fuck are you sending me flowers? I said, starting to be angry

‘Cause I like ye?

Stop bullshitting me William! I shouted

And stop calling me like that, I already told ye!

That’s your fucking name! Go fuck whoever you want but stop sending me flowers!

Why? ye’re jealous?

Absolutely fucking not!

Then why are ye reacting like this?

Because you’re pissing me off, and it’s making me mad! Understood? You were right, I’m fucking crazy William and you don’t know what I can do okay? my hand fucking itches to slap you again and I will if you don’t fucking stop! I said screaming and laughing nervously at the same time

I shouted with all my lungs, spent all my energy and was as out of breath as Liam was.

Are ye done? He asked

Yes!

Good.

And just like this, he slammed the door in front of me.

I was really going mad. If Liam thought he could play with me, I would prove him wrong. He wouldn’t play this game for long. I hated this situation and I hated him, so much.

I lost control again and felt I wanted to break something. I could have if I didn’t forget the card of my hotel room inside of it.

So who’s the dumbass who had to go down to the reception still in her nightgown to ask an employee (who was the cute one again) to come and open the door for me? Me, myself and I.

When he opened the door for me, I thanked him again, embarrassed, and something I would never have suspected happened.

Are you… free tonight?

Am I… oh! Well, not until at least 23 hours.

23 hours?

Oh sorry, I meant 11pm.

Okay, I don’t mind, my service finishes at 10. Want to have a drink after?

Finally the cute employee was flirting with me.

It would be a pleasure…huh…

Frank, my name is Frank.

Then it would be a pleasure Frank. I said smiling

I’ll be waiting for you at the reception.

And I’ll be joining you there.

A bad day changing into a good one? I hoped. The other thing I hoped for was that Liam didn’t pay him for that. Because why would someone be with me anyway? There were my thoughts in 1995, because I was highly paranoiac. I’m still today, but far less than this.

During the gig, while I was taking pictures Liam’s look was insistent. I caught him during Columbia. It’s like he was singing to me and tried to send me a message. “I can’t tell you the way I feel way I feel, because the way I feel is oh, so new to me”. “This is confusion, am I confusing you?”

Then during Acquiesce: “I only want to see the light that shine behind your eyes” “Because we need each other, we believe in one another, and I know we’ll going to uncover what’s sleeping in our soul.”

Shakermaker: “Shake along with me”

Live Forever: “You and me are gonna live forever”.

It may not mean anything to you, but it really was a sign of something, maybe he really did like me? I was perturbed, I was lost. This man had something over me, and he just started, and it would never end.

After the gig, as planned, I joined Frank who eventually invited me to dine in a good restaurant. What I didn’t know was that I had been followed.

I understood it when I saw enter the restaurant with a brunette.

Oh fuck.

What is it? Frank asked

My boss is here.

You don’t seem to like him.

Well I forgot to tell you that I’m the official photographer of a famous band. And my boss is sat at the bar. Turn and look discretely.

He did as I said and got troubled.

Is that Liam Gallagher?

Yes it is!

You’re Oasis’s official photographer?

Happily and sadly, yes.

You don’t get along with Liam?

No, he’s an asshole.

Thought he was cool.

He isn’t. At least not with me. He was the one sending me the flowers. He likes to provoke me and piss me off. We hate each other and that’s why he does this. I’m practically sure he followed us.

Liam looked at us and sticked out tongue to me and I rolled my eyes.

Y/N, are you with me?

Yeah, sorry.

Do you want us to swap our places?

Please?

I don’t mind. It will allow you to truly be here with me.

And not to have this dickhead in front of me.

Liam stood the whole dinner. What was his purpose? What was he trying to do?

Frank and I got along quickly, learning to know each other, and during the dessert, he started holding my hand. That’s where it all went wrong.

Soon, I felt a hand slap my shoulder.

What do ye think ye’re doing?

Liam, for fuck’s sake leave me alone! I whispered

Nah, ye’re me girlfriend and ye have nothing to do here.

Oh yeah? Well first, I am not your girlfriend, second where is the bitch you were with earlier?

Gone.

Great dude. Now leave us alone or I’ll ask someone to call the cops. You’re harassing her, and this is illegal. Frank said

Ye shut the fuck up, it’s between me and me girlfriend.

I am not your girlfriend!

Frank got up and stood in front of Liam.

The smell of alcohol was strong, Liam was probably highly drunk, and it wasn’t the first time and wouldn’t be the last.

Leave. I won’t say it a third time.

And you all know how Liam is, he felt compelled to make a mess of things. Right after Frank said this, he was pushed on the table. He fell, knocking over cutlery, plates, and glasses, in fact, the whole table.

Liam! I shouted

Frank stood up, humiliated, but ran towards Liam, jumping on him, and they started to fight. Slaps over slaps, punches, strangling, kicks… And I couldn’t stop them. This time, I was the one humiliated.

I had my face in between my hands, I didn’t know how to stop them from fighting. I secretly hoped the restaurant staff would call security or something like that.

My wish came true when 2 muscled and hardboiled men separated them and threw them outside.

I paid the dues before leaving and finding them both outside, insulting each other, being held up by two persons so they wouldn’t fight.

Really? After what you both did, you’re still trying to fight? I said, angry and disappointed

Oh come on Y/N! You know he started it! Frank said

Yea, I started it because she’s me fucking girlfriend!

I don’t give a fuck who started it! For fuck’s sake, does any guy knows how to fucking behave?

Y/N, listen… Frank started

No, fuck you! both of you! And William, you can cure your wounds alone!

The young lad approached me, touched my shoulder with his hand, and he shouldn’t have.

I turned around and punched him in the face. To be clear, I punched his nose. So he was covered in blood, more than he already was.

I was already ashamed and feeling so enraged at the same time.

I left without saying anything, tears threatening to spill from my eyes. Liam was spoiling everything good that was happening to me.

It was 5am, I finally managed to sleep after drinking heavily, smoking joints and cigarettes, and it wasn’t something anyone would like to see.

And a loud boom was made against my room’s door.

Y/L/N, open the fucking door! A male voice with a strong mancunian accent shouted

As per usual, I crawled to the door, managing to grip the knob, and opened it.

Are looking to wake the whole hotel up Liam?

I need to talk to ye.

And I don’t, doesn’t seem like your fucking bloody nose was useful, maybe you want me to hit you again?

No.

Then fuck off!

But Liam was way stronger than me and found how to get inside my room.

What the fuck Liam?!

I swear that if ye don’t listen to me, ye’ll be the one getting a bloody nose.

Wow. I said, crossing my arms

Wot?

Well you’re just like him.

Like who?

Your father.

I saw his fists ball up.

Take this back right now. You don’t know what and who the fuck ye’re talking about. He said dryly

An alcoholic…

Stop.

And a wife beater.

I said stop! He screamed, threatening to punch me, tears invading his eyes

And you’re both cowards.

Liam approached me, and grabbed my neck, squeezing it. I was sure that if I said one more word, I’d be dead. And at this time, I was looking for it.

Do it Liam, strangle me… kill me… you’re dying for it.

And I broke something in him. He was so angry and crying at the same time. For the first time in my life, I had Liam fucking Gallagher wrapped around my finger.

His hate was powerful, as much as the smell of alcohol he had inside of his mouth. He was looking deep inside my eyes.

And who knows why, the second after, he had his lips crushed on mine.

I didn’t reject him. Instead, I bit his lip until blood spilled out of it.

As a reflex, he touched his lip, blood on his fingers, but kissing me again.

His body was fully glued against mine, and he took my thighs in his hands, gluing me against the wall. I could feel his hard-on poke against me, kissing me languorously.

I felt his hand go down between my legs, and he tore my undies off, undoing his belt, opening his trousers and boxers before slamming inside me without warning.

My mouth was filled with his tongue being mixed with mine; I couldn’t speak.

But I didn’t want this. I desired Liam, but not like that. Not as I was a prey being ready to be played with, killed, and eaten like a Lioness would do with a gazelle. His hips were rutting against mine in a savage and violent act.

I managed to pull my mouth of his, causing him to grunt loudly.

Liam, no, please, stop…

He kept going until tears started running down my face. He didn’t hear me but saw me.

He let go of thighs, letting me fall on the ground, against the wall, and he put his member back in his boxers, zipped up his trousers, and left my room, slamming the door, leaving me here, alone, and fragile against this wall and crying.

#liam gallagher smut #liam gallagher oneshot #liam gallagher fanfic #liam and noel #oasis band #oasis

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sitp-recs · 3 years

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I joined the drarry fandom last year and I immediately noticed that there’s a “circle” of popular authors whose works are always really popular and get immediate attention and then there are some hidden gems with very few hits (may I suggest Can't Sit Still by wilteddaisy (taotu) and wild by grace fisher which are two masterpieces with incredible prose) but I fail to understand where it’s supposed to be your or your friends’ fault if you usually recommend your friends work. Going through fanfics from the HP fandom is absurdly difficult since there are hundreds of thousands of fics and filtering through actually well written fics is REALLY hard so ofc its a lot easier to subscribe to the writers whose work you know will always be well done instead of scrolling through the drarry tag hoping to stumble across something you really enjoy. You don’t know your followers anything but take it from someone who’s an EXTREMELY picky reader but who could never have the patience necessary to sort my favorite fics by tags and genres and tropes: what you’re doing with you’re rec lists is incredibly helpful and appreciated and I promise that all of us non salty readers don’t give a fuck if you’re quickly to recommend your friends work and if you miss something written by someone who has only one fic written 8 years ago. Thank you for what you’re doing !!!!

Thank you! Well it’s very clear to me that some people don’t know me or my blog at all, and I would love for them to do their homework before come pointing fingers. There are 100 reclists linked in this post. 100 lists! At some point I was getting so many asks I had no time to read new stuff and keep on doing single recs, and that’s when I stopped. But not before I made OVER ONE HUNDRED reclists, plus rare pairs lists, plus smut reclists, plus my Drarry for Beginners series. And while they’re at it, why not go through all my single recs too (#drarry fic rec) which have been the core of my blog since its inception? I have always recced lesser known fics, rare pairs, “problematic” tropes etc, not because it’s my moral duty, but because I enjoyed those works and I think they deserve more love. But I guess people will see what they want to see. I’m not here to perform. Frankly I don’t need the attention, and that’s not how I go about things anyway. I don’t check kudos/hits/whatever when I’m looking for fics, I check summaries and tags because that’s how I chose to curate my reading experience. And the best thing about all of this is that I’m just one blog. I’m certainly not as almighty as this anon made me look like 😂 anyone can become a reccer, they just gotta be passionate enough about it, and put in the work. And it’s a lot of work.

Because as you said there’s only so much we are able to read, and navigating a fandom as old and big as Drarry is extremely time-consuming. But anyway, I’m sick of talking about this. I’m obviously not going anywhere and I’m not changing the way I rec to please anyone but myself, so whoever has a problem with that can kindly fuck off. Thanks again, I’m glad you enjoy the blog! And thank you for sharing those recs!!!

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I saw you rb a SaiSaku post and was curious if you had any fanfic recs for this rarepair?!

Do I have?!!!!! I am currently binging this ship so you couldn't have asked this at better time.

This pair is not a crack ship! Crack would mean they have not shared more than two words with each other. But SaiSaku interactions always bordered on romance and best friends who don't act like it. Not only Sakura was the first person to acknowledge Sai had human side to him and bonded with him over his painting, Sai was also the only person outside Sasuke (in part 1) to be able tell her fake smiles and he always understood her feelings better than other characters. Had Sakura ever only cared for good looks (something she don't) then with Sai she'd get that and so much more.

I have always considered SaiSaku as the next best thing after NaruSaku. They had too much potential as a couple. I am not bitter that InoSai became a thing but looking at them I only feel that "Ino didn't get Sasuke so she get his look-alike." Besides, Sai gave people nicknames that are opposites to what actually feels about them – Naruto as Dickless, Sakura as Hag/Ugly and Ino as Beautiful – which makes it worse. Both Ino and Sai deserve better than this. If Kishi has shown them together more often or had interactions between them similar to SaiSaku then I can understand why Ino is his light. I guess it is also SP's fault for showing them in different light. For all SP hates Sakura, they enjoy messing up with her fans by feeding them false hope.

Whenever I want to read something hilarious but deep, SaiSaku is my to-go couple. Usually angsty, or full bout of insults and punches. There's no in between with them.

. SaiSaku .

This list contains my favorite SaiSaku collection. I am not sure if you like SaiSaku only as romance ship but this list also contain stories that expands on SaiSaku friendship, something I absolutely adore.

Could Roses Bloom? : RiseoftheBlossom || M || AO3 || Shippuden AU || GaaSaku, SaiSaku || Angst, Romance || Ongoing

Sai glanced downwards at his body, the sudden override of his thoughts causing his mind to blank. What did that mean? Had he been straying too close to a piece of information Danzo didn't want him to have or share? Or was it his mind's natural response to shutting down any form of emotion, even if it was just the slightest of inclination towards feeling something?

Go for it if you like: enemies-to-friends-to-lovers troupe, SaiSaku friendship, confused-over-his-feelings!Sai, slow burn, GaaSaku, boys who are bad at feelings, Sakura who is unlucky with romance, angst with fluff

hello, bright eyes (been waiting on you) : mouseymightymarvellous || T || AO3 || Shippuden AU || SaiSaku || Angst, Romance || One Shot

“look underneath the underneath,” except no one has ever really bothered to look at sakura and see her. and then there is a boy (isn’t there always). maybe they’re both just ghosts, making each other real.

Go for it if you like: enemies-to-friends-to-lovers troupe, confused-over-her-feelings!Sakura, boys who are bad at feelings, Sakura who is unlucky with romance, Sai and Sakura who don't feel like they belong, angst with fluff, sad!Sai

Oh God That’s Heaven : blueberrysconesandfolkmusic || T || AO3 || Shippuden AU || SaiSaku || Angst, Romance || One Shot

Sakura finds Sai sick, alone, and in desperate need of a hand that doesn't hurt.

Go for it if you like: boys who are bad at feelings, bleeding-heart!Sakura, sad-and-lonely!Sai, Sai and Sakura who are secretly best friends, Sai with PTSD, protective!team7

for everything blue and bright : sinemoras09 || M || AO3 || Shippuden AU || SaiSaku, SasuSaku || Angst || One Shot

The five stages of human arousal.

Go for it if you like: lonely!Sai, obsessed!Sakura, One-sided love, Unrequited-love-no-matter-how-you-look-at-it!SaiSaku, no-good-very-bad!Ending, pining!Sai, bittersweet lemon

A mess of me : Dovey || M || AO3 || Pre-Shippuden AU || SaiSaku || Yandere Romance || Complete

In which Sai is a good ANBU agent with an unusual hobby, and Sakura grows up with a #1 fan rooting for her....even if she doesn't know it. Or: Sai starts stalking Sakura when they're both young to satisfy his curiousity about 'normalcy', gets attached, and eventually gets very frustrated that nobody else seems to notice her potential as a shinobi and takes matters into his own hands- and delights in being Sakura's prime source of validation because of it.

Go for it if you like: obsessed!Sai, manipulation, stalker!Sai, mentor!Sai, SaiSaku friendship, distraught!Kakashi, fluff, baby-Sai-stalking-baby-Sakura, abusive haruno household

There is sunshine on his forehead : amako || T || AO3 || Soulmate AU || SaiSaku but it's complicated || Angst, Hurt/Comfort || One Shot

Sakura is only three when she promises herself that Sasuke will die by her hand, whoever he is.

Go for it if you like: dysfunctional Team 7, Soulmate AU, Unrequited love feels, angst heavy, Sai and Sakura only want to belong, NaruSasu, NaruSaku but not really, betrayal heavy, no fluff only pain, SaiSaku, Team 7 taking Sakura for granted, Sakura is so done

In theory : nimblnymph || T || FFN || Shippuden || SaiSaku || Romance, Humor || One Shot

For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. Sai was about to learn that this theory applied to more than just physics. And that putting theory into practice sometimes gave unexpected results.

Go for it if you like: oblivious!Sai, teacher!Sakura, student!Sai, Sai getting educated, Sakura educating Sai, Kisses, Sai being Sai, Sakura with patience of god

Loathing : i AM the Random Idiot || T || FFN || Shippuden || SaiSaku || Romance, Angst || One Shot

Define "hatred."

Go for it if you like: oblivious!Sai, hurt!Sai, Angst, Onions, SakuSai bonding over mutual hate, love is overrated anyway

Bunk Mates : ice bitten || T || FFN || Shippuden || Team 7 || Humor, Friendship || One Shot

In which Sasuke and Naruto find out Sakura has been sleeping over at Sai's. Short stories surrounding Sakura, Sai, and the invasive people of Konoha.

Go for it if you like: sassy!Sai, protective!Team7, SaiSaku friendship, roommates, Sai being Sai, Perfect characterisation, Canon feels

Paint me with Colour : PeregrineFlight || T || FFN || post-Shippuden || SaiSaku|| Humor, Friendship || Incomplete

Sai and Sakura must travel to the Land of Lightning to retrieve something for the Daimyo, they have to travel as a married couple. Much to Naruto's amusement.

Go for it if you like: lonely!Sai, SaiSaku friendship, roommates, Sai being Sai, pretend marriage, SaiSaku bonding over mission, fluffy angst, adorable!Sai

Forget Me Not : Joy-girl || T || FFN || post-Shippuden || Team 7 || Angst, Friendship || Complete

Sometimes it's easy to forget how important someone is when the person is always in the background – but Sakura's boys still remember. Glimpses of her importance from each member of her team.

Go for it if you like: fluffy angst, Sakura's place in team 7, underappreciated Sakura, Team7 family, Family feels, sad!Sakura, protective!Team7 males, Sakura appreciation, SaiSaku bond, Team7Saku feels, avenger!Teammates

Add Me Colour : Cella N || T || FFN || post-Shippuden || SaiSaku || Drama, Romance || Complete

"All my life is white. Paint me. Add me colour."

Go for it if you like: lonely!Sakura, Sai being Sai, confused!Sakura, angst, poetic translation, colors

Euphemisms : Nymbis || T || FFN || Shippuden || SaiSaku || Humor, Romance || Complete(?)

Drabbles about Sai, Sakura, and their strange attempts at bonding.

Go for it if you like: Sai being Sai, Sakura being Sakura, Hilarious friendships, SaiSaku friendship, loveggression, love-hate relationship, Insults, Sai's brand of humor, fluff with punches, Raunchy stuff

Ricochet : Strix 4 || T || FFN || Shippuden AU || Team 7 || Family, Drama || Complete(?)

Sometimes it's easy to see the familiar in the faces around you. Sometimes it sucks to figure out why.

Go for it if you like: fluffy angst, Sakura's place in team 7, Team7 as family, Family feels, wise!Sakura, SaiSaku bond, Sai's place in team 7

Pick up lines : Demoneyes 14 || T || FFN || Shippuden || SaiSaku || Humor || One Shot

Ero sennin's pick up lines! Guaranteed to get the girl or your money back! Well... it would be more guaranteed if it hadn't fallen on his face in the library, but heck, Sai will try anything once! Maybe it will save him a beating from Sakura...

Go for it if you like: Sai being Sai, Sakura being Sakura, SaiSaku friendship, loveggression, love-hate relationship, Insults, Sai's brand of humor, fluff with punches

Special mentions...

Study of the Heart : teresa

In an effort to become a better friend, Sai undertakes a study of love, not really understanding how difficult it could be, and how surprising.

The Blood of a Cherry Blossom : Slytherin Kunoichi

Originally, for Halloween, Sai hadn't decided what to go as, but once he glimpsed at the bleeding flesh on Sakura's neck, he suddenly had the urge to be a vampire…

Old Dogs, New Tricks : yuugiri

After an unprecedented turn of events, the Fifth Hokage has officially assigned Sakura Haruno the responsibility to make Sai recover what he had lost; his emotions. With a time limit of a month, will Sakura succeed in this mission?

Once More, With Feeling : Cynchick

Sakura didn't know what she was thinking when she showed up on his doorstep.

Ink Me : Krickitat

Exploring the art of bod-modification Sakura takes a step into the unknown world of the exquisite pain of art.

The Uchiha Secret : Slytherin Kunoichi

Sasuke froze as he stared at Sai's eyes, which were identical to his Uchiha Sharingan eyes now: red with anger and black with hatred...One family secret could threaten and shake three lives forever. Bonds will be broken.

My babies don't get enough love in the world.

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MLM!Cullen Fic Rec List

Inspired by this post. Here is my fic rec list of some of my favorite fics with queer Cullen. Happy Pride :) 🏳️‍🌈 🏳️‍🌈 🏳️‍🌈

Cullen/Dorian

Only True in Fairy Tales by Dragonflies_and_Katydids

Summary: In which Dorian is a special forces operative, Bull is his partner, and Cullen is the guy they're sent to rescue. Hijinks ensue. // Words: 110150

Modern AU. Dragonflies_and_Katydids makes me read the weirdest stuff. But their work is always captivating. The more ridiculous set up the better outcome, I promise. This one is both ridiculous and absolutely perfect. And somehow one of the very few modern au fics in which Cullen's lyrium addiction is well transfered without making it literal.

Fashionably Late by tsurai

For the tumblr prompt: Cullen/Dorian Soulmates AU? <3 "Maker’s breath, this is absolutely the worst timing, he thinks distantly." // Words: 1038

This is but a tiny thing but I'm a sucker for a soulmate AU. Would I love it more if it was 150,000 words? Yes. But I'm just greedy.

COLD HANDS, WARM HEART by spicyshimmy, stonelions

Summary: Cullen and Dorian's friendship deepens. Cullen is a romantic. Dorian is literally cold. Cullen is no longer certain what he would consider surprising. Mages and Templars working in perfect cooperation, perhaps. Evil and corruption disappearing into the ground along with the blight, blood magic falling so far out of favor it ceased to be. A united Thedas: that would be a surprise. // Words: 25369

I think this is most recced Cullrian fic and for a good reason. Slow burn, drama, all the delights.

Light In This Darken'd Time Breaks by RamonaDecember

Summary: Cullen wouldn't say he hates mages, not anymore, but he can't see himself ever trusting one again. Dorian is no exception. The mage is off-color, self-important, and all together too much for Cullen to deal with. So why is it that every time Cullen is at his lowest, Dorian seems to be the only person by his side? // Words: 121289

Slow burn with 121289 words, what more do you want?

Cullen/Bull

Jump In by Dragonflies_and_Katydids

Summary: In which Cullen is almost terminally awkward, Bull and Dorian are literally brothers (because why not?), and Bull tries really hard to be good. Or: In which Dorian tries to set up his brother and his roommate, if he can avoid killing them for being so clueless. (You might get cavities from reading it. Don't say I didn't warn you.) // Words: 33700

What did I say about Dragonflies_and_Katydids and ridiculous premises? But if you're as delighted with awkward Cullen as am I - enjoy.

Dragons from Stars in an Empty Sky by Midna_Ronoa

Summary: The one in which Bull takes Cullen dragon-hunting. // Words: 10423

Fluff and smut and dragons!

Stuck on the Puzzle by thespectaclesofthor

Summary: Once, back in Kirkwall, Cullen had an arrangement with a member of the city guard that satisfied his needs. But time changed all things, and he despaired of ever finding a similar arrangement again - that was, until he met The Iron Bull. Problem being that Bull seemed to care far more about sorting out the nitty-gritty of such an arrangement than Cullen ever has. // Words: 235586

No fic rec lists that can involve Bullen canot do without Stuck on the Puzzle. If you haven't read it - please give it a try. As far as I'm concerned - the best fic in the fandom. And definately one of the best fics in general. <3

Cullen/Dorian/Bull

Exit Light by Dragonflies_and_Katydids

Summary: In which Cullen is suicidally depressed, Dorian is a high-functioning alcoholic, and Bull just wants them both to be happy, except when he wants to crack their heads together for being emotionally stunted idiots. // Words: 77427

This premise is actually very close to canon, compared to some other stories by the same author recced here. The angst? Delightful. The smut? Delicious. The exploration of issues? Delectable! Cheff kisses all around.

to burn cool and collected by toomanyhometowns

Summary: Dorian hums. "Here is the function of the spell: Upon invocationne, ye caster's spyryt shal sterte to ye form of whomsoever mofte recently achieved releafe by hys hande." He taps the page in punctuation and looks back up. "And then there's a lot of text about the vast joys we may experience together, et cetera, et cetera." // Words: 16121

Ok, this list shows more than anything that my main delight is issues and angst wrapped in with porn. Anyway - cracky premise (body swap!), and angsty, sexy outcome.

Hold by queeniegalore

Summary: Everyone knows Cullen doesn't trust magic. But he trusts Dorian and Bull, so maybe they can make this work. // Words: 6654

Issues? Trauma? Kink? I'm a one trick pony when it comes to recs.

Cullen/Cole

Okay now that we’ve gotten the obvious out, let’s enjoy the trully unexpected enjoyment.

Into The Light (Cole/Cullen Ficlets) by Sinister_Kid

Summary: A series of what I hope are tasteful Cole/Cullen fics that don't exploit or overly sexualize Cole's developing character. Based on a prompt I filled out of boredom in which I imagined the spirit actually hearing someone's pain like a physical noise in his ears that caused discomfort. Explores the option of making Cole more human, with my own original take on how that affects him as a character, and depicts Cole developing romantic feelings for the Commander as he discovers what it means to be human. // Words: 20454

I admit I don't often read Cole shippy fics but this one stays true to the info in the summary and it is careful and tasteful. Also Cullen learning to speak with Cole properly - <333

Cullen/Varric

Verse & Volley Triptych by boycoffin

Summary: POSSIBLE TITLES: This Shit Was Even Weirder: A Surprisingly Not-Doomed Romance In The Shadow of the Apocalypse The Commander and the Rogue already taken, Antivan maritime smut with an elf girl in it How The Hell I Ended Up With That Guy: A Tale for The People Who Keep Asking Me About It In Bars The Short and Curlies that's just terrible Love Among the tropey garbage A Tale of Two Names pretentious and unclear The Penman's Paramour Memoirs of a Moron (That He's Going to Regret Publishing and Will Never Hear The End Of for As Long As He Lives) // Words: 133354

One of the very few fics in which I can not only accept but love 1st person POV. Crack. Slow-burn. Pennames. Lovable OCs. DELICIOUS. Also a fic that made me start this blog, so love all around.

Cullen/Krem

Last but not least, my delightful fave (maybe, possibly, probably) and involving a shameless self-plug because it’s the month of pride.

Swordplay by orphan_account

Summary: The Bull's Chargers are undisciplined, untested, and unprofessional; but Cullen can't stop thinking about their lieutenant. // Words: 3910

I have a soft spot for whoever Krem being shipped with not knowing he's trans at first. But also oblivious, pining Cullen <3

If you have been starving, a creature of bone by missivesfromghosts

Summary: Cullen is content with where he is. He has a life and a purpose. He’s doing the Maker’s work and he’s cut the Chantry’s leash on him. He barely thinks about the fact that he’s trans anymore. The last person who knew he was born anything different, barring his sister Mia, died during the Blight. This works for him. That is, until he starts falling for Krem. // Words: 769

A tiny thing but I have a soft spot for the idea. Also what's better than a ship with trans character? A ship with two trans characters. Keep that in mind for further recs actually.

Sweet, Merciful Andraste by Tainaron

Summary: PWP. Honestly, Cullen should invest in walls and a ceiling that don't have holes if he's going to keep having such loud sex. Pure, unapologetic smut between trans men who love each other. // Words: 4187

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ What more do you want from me? Sometimes porn is just porn. Enjoy.

Champions of the Just by Tainaron

Summary: En route to Griffin Wing Keep before the battle of Adamant, Cullen falls prey to an injury that reveals a shameful secret about his trauma with magic. As Cullen struggles with his past, his duty to the Inquisition, and his love life, he becomes increasingly uncertain if he’s the target of an assassination attempt or just his own personal demons. // Words: 67885

Well, I also have some plottier and angstier fics in my rec disposal. This one actually explores the problems Krem and Cullen could encounter in their relationship and all within the canon plot line. Plus bonus points of Cullen actually interacting with other Chargers.

cabbage: a love story by psikeval

Summary: Krem’s grin fades into a quiet smirk, his eyes warm and amused, and Cullen does not forget how to move his legs because he is a grown man, a leader of soldiers, commander of the Inquisition’s army. He breaks the silence by coughing loudly, because he is also an imbecile. // Words: 18932

Creme de la creme of Krem/Cullen fics <3 Fluff, crack, porn <3 This delightful series has it all!

#fic rec #pride month #dragon age #dragon age inquisition #cullen rutherford #bi cullen #cullen/krem #bullen #cullen/bull #culrian #cullen/dorian #culric #cullen/varric #cullen/cole #rec list

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khaleesiofalicante · 3 years

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Hey you,

Hi,

So I tried typing out an ask before, left the app for like point five seconds, and it all got deleted. So we’re going to try again. anyways, I have some writing questions for you. I’m working on some multi chapter ideas, but I feel like it all just leaves my head once I sit down and start writing. What are some tips you have for writing multi chapter fics, or honestly writing in general? Secondly, out of all your stories which one was the hardest to write, or which character or version of a character was the hardest to write? Also… You should give us a random snippet from a random story, and have us guess where the snippet is from. This is not just a plot to have you send more snippets our way lol but with all that being said, I hope you’re taking good care of yourself, I hope you’re not working too hard, I hope you’re staying safe and hydrated, and I hope you’re having a great day. Now I will leave to go to my four hour class because for some reason I decided to torture myself by signing up for a four hour class. A song wreck: everybody loves you by Charlotte Lawrence

Hello, you (read in Moira Rose voice from Schitt's creek)

Okay. Let's see.

One of the best advice I can give you for writing is to plan ahead. You don't have to plan everything. For example, something I do is wrote down key scenes.

Before I start the fic, I write down all the key scenes. For example, I would write (so and so dies, this person has an accident, they have sex, interaction between A/B, first date) whatever. Then I take all these random scenes and put them in chronological order and connect the gaps with more scenes.

When you are writing a chapter, follow the same thing. Writ down the key incidents/scenes in the chapter. Organize them chronological order and then fill the gaps.

ALSO - if you go through "writing" tag in my blog, you might find more advice I have given. But Tumblr tagging sucks! If there is anything else, always feel free to come back and ask me <3

The hardest one to write was LBAF - because of the sheer volume and schedule and intensity of the fic. Also, LBAF gives me anxiety because people like it and I feel like I have to keep writing well to keep impressing them. So, there is always the "is this good enough? will they like it? voice in the back of my head. But I try to push it away and focus on what makes sense for the characters and stick to my original outline.

The hardest characters were IWFY malec - I think it's mostly because I didn't like them? I did, but not as much as the others. I find it very difficult to write about characters I don't like (not hate - like Zara or whoever). If you don't enjoy writing about someone or if writing about them frustrates me, it makes the process very difficult. When I was writing IWFY, I was feeling that a lot. So, now I am a little careful with the characterisations so I wouldn't be frustrated by them.

I really really liked the song rec. Perfect for magnus in Divorce AU. I've added it to the playlist.

Here is an unindetified snippet for you. You can think where it's from or who said it during your four hour class.

"People like us don't get to make mistakes. We don't get to be stupid. Because if we mess up, other people get hurt. People who trusted us to make the right choices. They get hurt."

#hope you are doing well and safe too!#writing #my writing

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shintorikhazumi · 3 years

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“Diana.”

A/N: To be honest, I had wanted this to be a Diana-centric fic, from Diana’s perspective. I struggled to find a concept, and had a little help from a friend who sent me a random generator. (Thanks, Kate :>) And when I thought I’d just choose from a randomly generated idea, I came across this video on youtube which was actually a compilation of a tiktok series of the story of two neighbors. Of course, I changed bits of it, and obv the end so if you think you know what the source vid is, dw. I won’t hurt y’all like that ;-; And I’ll just link it at the bottom so no plot spoilers for those who don’t know what it is. Eyyyy.

This fic has a few song recs for y’all to listen to if you haven’t heard them already, lol. ;)

I had been looking for something... “emotional” for Diana’s bday fic. And I think... this works. At least for me, it does. It’s not from Diana’s perspective, but... I think this works. So without further ado, Happy birthday Diana and...

oh, thank you to @tracedinairlwa for some help with the music :> that y’all will see later in the fic :’>. Without further ado,

Enjoy?

~Shintori Khazumi

It all started with a sunset and a few familiar notes from a piano.

No, it isn’t Akko’s piano. Her piano has been sitting in a corner of her room, collecting dust- untouched for months. And that is just the thing. Unless her piano has somehow become cursed and has decided to ghostly play on its own, then there had to be some other source.

The source of that gentle sound, Akko eventually pinpoints, is her apartment wall- or more accurately, what lies beyond that separator.

As she sits on her couch, admiring the expressive tones, her mind has decided that it wants to capture this special moment, and keep it stored lest she never experiences it again.

Making a quick dash for her bedroom, she opens her bedside drawer and fishes for her old camera from her university days in film club, back when she was an actual student of the Arts and all that creative jazz. She has tried to maintain it, but being under lockdown allows her few chances of seeing the outside world, and the few corners of her home don’t exactly spark ‘inspiration’ for any project.

Dusting the device off gently, she takes it back to the living room, placing it on her coffee table facing herself. She clicks the record button, thinking of making an introduction; but she quickly abandons that idea as she realizes it may take away from the sounds she wants to ring more apparent on tape.

Maybe she can just edit a few captions later on her laptop. Yes. That sounds good.

So she sits.

And the notes kept playing.

[Video Diary(?) Diary? Is this a Diary? Day... Day 1. I hope it’s only Day 1. I hope there’s a day 2. And a three... and a five.

So anyway, Akko here. And uh... I got a new neighbor, I think. He/she plays the piano. I do too (kinda. Haven’t done that in a while, hehe).

I don’t know why I recorded this... this must seem like I’m being a creep, but... They just... played Chariot’s Melancholy from my favorite show and... it felt sadder than usual. The sound felt sorrowful. I don’t know...

I’m... moved.]

//-//-//-//-//

She does not know what compels her today, to slip that message under her neighbors door; but before she can even think about her actions, they’d already been done.

A simple, “can you please play ‘Ease My Mind’ by Ben Platt, maybe?” haphazardly scrawled on a piece of notebook paper is delivered with the anxious feelings of an interaction-craving Akko, starved of a social life since all this pandemic misfortune began.

She is sure she no longer knows how to string a proper introduction together after nearly a year of being by her lonesome.

This is about to change however. Starting today.

Maybe.

She counts down the hours ‘til sunset.

[Day 2! Yey! So uh... I kind of... went on the attack- no! I didn’t attack anyone! I just... You know how I have a new neighbor that plays the piano? I sent that neighbor a note.

And you might think that’s all fine and cute, but... I’ve never even met my neighbor... but...

I love his/her music. So much.

And I told them. On the note, of course. Duh, Akko.

I asked them to play ease my mind and... they did.

As you can hear in the video... I guess it was a yes. :>

...They eased my mind...

-Akko]

//-//-//-//-//

She wants to try something today.

She has been thinking about it the past few days after continually being blessed with such beautiful music. Music that had attracted her like moth to a flame. The piano’s daily sunset singing compels her to come reunite with her own.

She had wiped it clean earlier in the morning and now sits awkwardly on the bench, punching down a random note here and there.

What a nostalgic tone.

The C major scale then the G. She plays it. A few arpeggios to warm up. F sharp major doesn’t sound too good, with her fingers tangling up as she traverses the scale. What was the fingering supposed to be like again? Right. Start with the fourth and second finger on the left and right hand respectively.

That sounds much better.

She hums a few tunes, choosing from a playlist arranged in her mind. She settles on something gentle and sweet. A Yiruma song. Just to get the feeling back in her hands.

A river flows as notes along the plain that is her silent room, adorning the quiet flourishes and curves, bringing color to her atmosphere.

She misses this. This tingle in her heart as music fills up her entire soul, not allowing her to think of anything else but this exact moment.

Yes.

This... This is nice.

And Akko plays until the sunset comes.

She can’t wait for it to come.

[Day 6. I... I haven’t played the piano in a while, and I’m a little rusty. But brave ol’ Akko here thought it’d be great to ask for a duet from the virtuoso across the drywall, haha. I left a note...

And I though we had something going. I was excited... I said that they could play once I stopped my part, but... did they forget? Or I guess they didn’t hear me.

It’s okay... I can try again tomorrow.

I hope. Tomorrow...

-This has been Akko.]

//-//-//-//-//

She excitedly videos this weekend ‘meet-up’.

Akko still doesn’t know who lives across the wall, but she sure knows his or her favorite songs by now, hearing it daily at the same sunset hours.

She admires the music, as usual, but this time it’s different. This time, they had sent her a note. An apology for missing out last time.

They request a duet with her, to make up for it. Of course, Akko accepts. And now she starts it off, praying and hoping her sound is heard through the barrier that keeps their music apart.

She ends her part of the duet, waiting in the most agonizing few seconds of silence. She briefly worries that her neighbor had forgotten their proposition; or maybe they couldn’t hear her once more.

It’s fine, she thinks... It’s okay. She scratches her cheek, wondering if she should hold on until next time again-

There it is. That beautiful sound, so personal to the one living across the wall. A sound of emotion that could only belong to whoever it was living there.

Akko had never heard anyone else play the way her neighbor did.

She laughs, she feels herself tear up a little. It hurts so sweet in her chest. It’s a fizzy, bubbling excitement. It’s a stretched-out joy across her cheeks.

A success!

A beautiful one, indeed.

[Day 8: Akko here. My wish came true. I... got to play with my neighbor! Yay!

... Maybe I should go meet them now...]

//-//-//-//-//

They do it again.

Akko excitedly bounces in her warmed piano seat, listening to her neighbor go first this time around. She listens intently. Once the wall music stops, she starts. This was their agreement, their deal.

The river’s flow stills a moment, and that’s Akko’s cue to pick up the current’s pace once more.

She plays with shy gusto, caressing the keys in a way that shows how she’s fallen in love again. With the piano? With music? Yes. With- ...

Love, huh. It’s such perfect timing too.

Today is Valentine’s day.

Akko doesn’t know whether or not her neighbor has anyone special in her life like that, but if they share the same situation, all alone in their apartments, locked in by the pandemic, she just wants them to know she receives the message their music is trying to get across to one another.

Her heart feels it. It translates it.

It cherishes it.

[Day 13.

Dear Neighbor,

I just... wanted to share the words we’ve exchanged, not through any verbal means, but through the sounds that reverberate against the very foundations of our connected homes. Thank you for this message.

I know that music is... our way of simply saying

“I don’t know who you are ... But I’m here. You’re not Alone.” This is for you too.

-Sincerely, Akko.]

//-//-//-//-//

It is a challenge.

For Akko or for her neighbor, she doesn’t know. What she does know is that tomorrow is going to be the big day! She’s finally going to see the face behind the songs that have embraced her tenderly throughout the lonely struggle she hadn’t realized had weighed down on her so heavily.

The interactions they’ve had, the conversations, they brighten up her everyday, and Akko is somewhat afraid she’s gotten attached; addicted- if you will- to this unique bond she’s formed with another she has never actually met.

Her mind strays from her current piece, body autopiloting a song called, “Mind Conductor” that both of them just so happen to like, apparently. Another fact that makes Akko feel all giddy as they seem to share a taste in other media outside of music.

She feels herself vibrate with nerves and excitement.

It’s tomorrow. Tomorrow is the day.

[We’re Finally Meeting.

Tomorrow.]

//-//-//-//-//

Akko tells a story.

She’s met her neighbor, not knowing what to expect. Despite having a lack of said expectations, she could confidently say it was better than anything she could have anticipated.

She rolls up the sleeves of her flannel shirt, readying herself to write the melodious response to the already playing tune in the background of her video.

Though she tries to listen intently, waiting for her turn, she is distracted. She knows she is.

After meeting someone as wonderful as her neighbor.

Blonde hair and blue eyes invade her recall, flashes of a soft smile and calm voice playing over and over in her head.

Her neighbor is the most gorgeous woman she’s ever met. Breath-taking. Akko says this with utmost objectivity as her lungs struggle to function after first meeting the lady.

Hailing from Scotland, the twenty-five-year-old had introduced herself to Akko. They exchanged a few pleasantries, some questions and information.

Akko had asked how she’d never known she had such a talented neighbor, to which the response was an admission from the woman that she had just moved in and was only staying in the adjacent apartment temporarily while awaiting for a relative to come for her after selling their old house back in their hometown.

Her mother... rests. Having had a certain heart disease for a while, her immune system had proven very susceptible to the pandemic reaper that had claimed her life for its tallied count. She never knew her father, it seemed.

Akko’s heart breaks as she remembers these things.

“All I have left is the piano.”

That’s what she’d said to her earlier.

Akko’s fingers glide across the keys, playing her role in this drama for two.

“I play at sunset because my mother came home at that time from work... she was always stressed.

...I wanted to be of help to her. I was happy she loved it. As I grew up, it became a habit.”

Akko fumbles with a few keys, making a slight mistake. She hopes her neighbor can forgive her for being so distracted at the moment, and right after they’d finally met too.

“Thank you, Miss-”

“Akko is fine.”

“Thank you, Akko. You’re playing has, in truth, kept me motivated and less lonely.”

Akko remembers having promised before their parting to their respective units that she would keep playing with her until she moves out.

Akko blushes upon remembering the stunning smile she was offered afterwards.

Her neighbor had been camera shy and so Akko didn’t get the opportunity for a picture. She hopes for the best in the future. She’ll try again if ever the lovely lady was ready.

They have time, anyway.

They do.

[Day 20, folks! Akko here, writing another video caption entry, Diary, thing... haha. The song playing right now in the video is gorgeous right? It’s... her favorite song. It’s called, ‘In case you don’t live forever’. She said it keeps her loser to her mother. It keeps her in her heart.

She plays so beautifully...

She’s just as beautiful. She’s amazing.

She’s... a special soul.

I feel goosebumps.

I’m glad. For her. Her music doesn’t sound as sorrowful as when I first heard it. It’s still every bit as emotional, though. I could cry. Really, I could...

...I’m so happy she’s healing.

It’s a process, but... I’ll be here. I’ll be here for her.

I’ll be here for you,

“Diana.”]

//-//-//-//-//

There are times when Akko thinks she’d like to get to know her neighbor more, a little more chatting, a few more minutes talking.

However, it always seems as though there’s this unspoken rule. This... ‘don’t-get-too-close’, ‘don’t-ask-more-than-you-should’. It’s like a boundary that keeps Akko from learning more, discovering more.

Neither of them purposely meet-up outside their closed doors either, this lockdown and what-not all up in their face.

They see each other around the building sometimes, wave a hand, shake a plastic bag of groceries, but building protocols don’t really allow loitering in the halls, and Akko feels she’d be crossing a line in inviting the girl over, and she doesn’t see herself getting invited instead either.

Despite this longing, she isn’t all too dissatisfied with the current standing of their relationship. Peculiar as it may be, she rather likes this.

A relationship built on a communication based on raw emotion delivered through their music.

If Akko ponders it deeply, it’s quite an intimate relationship, what they have. Thoughts and feelings in their purest form- unspoken, but not hidden.

She might not know too much about Diana. She may not know much of her past, or even her present, or general objective facts about the woman.

But what Akko does feel she knows is Diana’s heart.

And Akko knows its utterly beautiful.

//-//-//-//-//

Moonlight Sonata has never felt so sad to her; its sounds reflecting something they both felt, Akko believed.

Akko feels her heart clench and ache in her chest, her face a little hot and her palms sweating.

Only a week left before the clock strikes twelve and the magic is broken.

Diana is finally moving out.

It is... their final duet.

How unfortunate.

Akko sighs, thinking about the pain she’ll feel later as she edits this portion of the video. Compared to the happy tones and build ups of all the others, this... is something she doesn’t know if she can do.

Maybe she can ask Amanda for a favor this time around?

She’s actually shown some of her closest friends her video logs, and they all had sent kind messages to Akko’s new friend, who in turn, felt worlds and worlds happier.

Akko feels happy as well.

Diana’s joy is contagious. It shows through her expressive music that gives away the feelings her face doesn’t show.

Speaking of Diana’s face... she still hasn’t agreed on showing her face on camera. Akko supposes it’s still too early. Maybe before she leaves? Oh Akko hopes so. She wants to have something to look at physically to remember Diana by. Not that she’d ever forget.

Still, a little memory help never hurt anyone.

Diana’s turn comes in smoothly through the wall, Akko unable to keep her smile from forming.

She’s going to miss this. The playing; the sometimes awkward, but unconventionally amazing duets; the letters shoved underneath door; and the very rare hallway meet-up where Akko can only smile at Diana as they exchange a literal word or two.

Akko reminisces.

The past... two months now, have been amazing. Incredible. Life-changing. Akko wonders what the future has in store for them both after they part.

Maybe they could meet again. Someday. Somehow. Somewhere.

Akko knows she’ll keep playing still. At the same time, on a weekend, as the sunsets. For Diana. She’s promised she’ll keep making the video logs. She’ll send them over to her so that they can still keep this music alive in some way.

//-//-//-//-//

[Day 62.

Hi, Diana. It’s me, Akko.

I... wrote you a song...? Or well, I started to... I’m not quite done yet, hihi. Got a little too ambitious and all... thought I could add some other instruments besides our- the piano... aha..haha...

When you first told me your story, I started picturing it out. A life dyed with all the colors of the spectrum. From the vivids to the grays, it was such a lovely imagery in my minds eye. A painting I could not get out of my head.

And so this song is... yeah. That.

A story.

A story about this wonderful twenty-five-year-old woman who so happened to move next door to this uninspired artist. She’d lost her mother to a stupid virus, and she’d never known her father. Her house got sold, and she had only one distant relative she knew of left.

She spends her days along in a box of white walls and empty silence. That is, until the sun decides to rest for the day, and it sends its golden rays of energy to the girl and to her piano that she thought to be her sole companion in this tragedy.

She plays her favorite songs, filling the emptiness with her own emotions; making the intangible manifest itself and cause a dumb girl next door to one day slip a scratch of paper underneath her door, asking for a song.

A note with a request... and with a message that she’d heard her feelings- her loneliness; and that she’d never let her be alone anymore.

And that’s how they became friends, huh, Diana?

Two pianos, Two people, and a wall that keeps them apart.

They didn’t know who was playing on the other side. But did it matter?

In this dreary, blackened time of the world,

‘You can be the light of somebody else’ darkness, so keep shining.’.

Dear Diana,

In case my playing isn’t as emotionally expressive as yours, I hope you at least know this now. Through this video.

That you were, and are... my light.

-Akko.

P.S. I hope I finish the song and give it to you before you leave.]

//-//-//-//-//

She feels herself hyperventilating, her vision bleary. She can barely stand. She feels like vomiting, and dying, and screaming all at once.

Her anxieties run rampant all over the room.

If this keeps up, she may as well hurt herself beyond help.

She trudges over to the one thing that could ground her at the moment.

The piano.

Her hands are shaky as they do multiple attempts to turn on the keyboard, hitting the wrong buttons and turning the volume knob up too loud that when Akko accidentally leans against the keyboard, hand pressing down on many keys, the sound almost blows up her eardrums.

She curses, smashing a hand against those same keys, the cluster of notes echoing through her apartment walls.

“aaaaAAAAGGHHHHHHHH!!!!”

She allows the scream to tear out of her throat; emotions, wild horses finally released into the open.

“AGH! AGGHHHH!!! RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH”

She falls face first onto the keys, now ignoring the loudness of their noise, momentarily thinking it would be better to allow her ears to bleed out so she’d never hear a thing again.

She wants something, anything, to drown out the pain she feels right now.

...

She sobs against the keys, head lifting as she apologizes to her piano, wiping off the tears that are quickly replaced by fresh ones.

Akko gives up and plays a note. Then two.

Then she’s playing ‘you’ll be in my heart’ and she’s crying more.

She lets herself cry as she plays.

Today, she was supposed to see Diana off. She had left a final note the day before yesterday, asking if she could do so. Help Diana carry her things, maybe swap numbers, and just... maybe keep this connection going for years to come.

Last night, she’d said good night at Diana’s door.

The girl gave her the sweetest smile, an almost unnoticeable blush on her features.

Oh, but Akko noticed anyway.

Of course, she would. With how shamelessly she stared at Diana at that moment.

Diana laughed, stepping closer and patted Akko on the cheek- kissed her there- before turning about to shut the door, along with the lights Akko saw go off from underneath it.

She was excited for the morning.

But when morning came... Diana was gone.

Akko had been thrown into confusion and a frantic state that she’d bolted all around, searching for signs or a left behind message.

Nothing.

She had then run down to ask the land lady, and that’s where she’d found out.

The heart disease Diana’s mother had was hereditary.

Diana had had an attack, and with an emergency alerting device, she’d been able to contact her only family, and had been taken to the hospital.

That was good.

That gave Akko relief and joy.

...so why is she despairing now?

...She didn’t know.

No, not the reason for her despair. She knows that.

The reason she was in this state is because she didn’t know.

She didn’t know what had happened.

She didn’t know Diana had suddenly disappeared in the middle of the night.

She didn’t know where she was, or where whoever took her.

She didn’t know that Diana had that heart disease too.

She didn’t know because she never got to ask.

She never got to learn more, know more.

... Did she not know Diana then?

Her mind taunts her, her heart hurts her.

She doesn’t know a lot about Diana. Not as much as she thinks.

That’s what they tell her.

For all the emotions they’d exchanged through music, that was the extent of it. Had Akko been too presumptuous in thinking she’d known Diana so deeply because of what they’d shared?

When in reality she may as well be a random stranger playing her show tunes and disturbing her neighbors.

Akko almost believes it.

But no... no. She can’t do that. She can’t assume those things. Not about their connection. Not about Diana.

Because Diana had told her once upon a song that she- that Akko had been her light. Her comfort. Akko believes in Diana. So she believes these feelings as well.

Yet these feelings of her own were so conflicting, so daunting. They battle in her mind, questioning and justifying every little thing. All things relating to Diana. Diana and... Diana.

Akko coughs out a few more sobs, throat incredibly dry.

She stops playing for a moment, dragging herself to the kitchen for a glass of water.

Then she goes back to the piano.

She... doesn’t feel like playing again.

What should she play anyway?

What song does she want to play? What song... Song... Song... Diana... What was Diana’s favorite song?

Diana? Song? A song for Diana? A song about-

Akko falls off her piano bench as she scrambles for her coffee table, sighing in relief as the papers for her composition are still there.

With shaky hands, she takes the sheets and a pencil and brings them over to the piano.

And she writes a few notes, then a few bars.

Diana.

Who is Diana.

What does Akko not know about her. Her other struggles? Her sickness? Her trials and her fears? Her past?

That melody... sounded too sad for a parting gift. Akko doesn’t want Diana to feel more sorrow when she moves out...

Then....

What does Akko know? About Diana?

“Diana is...”

Expressive, emotional.

Diana is intelligent, an intellectual.

Diana is sincere and sweet.

Diana is talented and tasteful in music.

Diana is... her neighbor, her... new friend,

....Akko’s... what?

What was she to Akko?

“You are my light.”

-Akko ends up writing as a title.

But that’s a little too embarrassing to give to someone who was just your neighbor and a new friend... right?

And maybe it didn’t exactly represent the whole thing Akko had written.

So she erases it, biting her pencil as she tries to come up with a new name, a new caption for this creation.

What could it be. That describes Diana in her entirety; her life, her struggles, her joys.

Who is she? Who is Akko’s neighbor?

Akko scratches her head in frustration, wracking her brains even more.

With a sigh, she replies to herself aloud, the simplest, somewhat plain, and stupidly obvious answer.

“Well, she’s Diana.”

And it clicks.

That she is.

She is Diana.

And Akko throws on a jacket, a mask, and some shoes and thinks no more.

//-//-//-//-//

[Dear Diana,

I know very little about you

But you’ve changed my life.

Really you have.

You gave me back my passion, and a little bit more of that even. Maybe aroused a new passion within me.

I’d say, “You’ll be in my heart”, but that sounds too much of a farewell, to be honest.

And I’d rather not say goodbye just yet.

Not like this.

Music... Is a powerful thing. Despite the rampaging emotions I’d felt as I found out what had happened to you today, I- I kept playing. It grounded me. It helped me.

Diana, you once told me I was your light.

And you know I’ve told you already. That you’ve been MINE.

Diana. This video might look incredibly shaky and chaotic.

But please forgive me for that, and know that it is because I’m running with all my might to find out where you are. I got a hint for the hospital you might have been taken too.

It kinda seems like I’m a stalker now, huh?

I’m sorry. I just... I-

I can’t say goodbye to you....

Not just yet...

I still... have a song for you.

So... wait for me?”]

//-//-//-//-//

Eyes blink, bright white melting into color. They scan the room, looking for hints to identify her location.

Her body aches, her chest hurts. Her throat is parched. Her head is throbbing.

What is that annoying beeping sound-

Ah. Of course.

The hospital.

Again.

She hates it. She hates the smell of antiseptic and sterile sheets. She hates the taste of badly prepared hospital meals, and too-dry food.

The water has this strange quality to it when you’re in the hospital.

She knows this well.

She hates that she does.

She sighs, sinking into her pillows. At least those are comfortable.

Ugh.

What bad timing, really. For an attack.

She was supposed to move out today. She was supposed to meet with her aunt- who actually has probably met up with her by now, seeing as Diana is in a hospital and her usual alert device seems to be charging within reach beside her. Also she sees Daryl’s purse on the seat.

Maybe the woman had gone out temporarily for something important.

That was fine.

It just meant Diana was left alone again. If only for a short while.

...Alone, huh.

These past two months, she hadn’t been that.

All because of one girl, one Atsuko Kagari that she’d met by chance through a piano and through a wall. The sound quite literally carrying over through a wall.

Diana can’t believe she used to be so skeptical of thin-walled living spaces, wondering how people kept their privacy.

Now, however, she feels blessed that that was the case.

Else she’d never have met... her light.

That’s right.

When everything, her vision, her hopes, her heart had steadily been dying out, through her dim came a glow. That glow was the connection she’d found through her neighbor across a wall.

It had surprised her the first time she realized someone was playing alongside her one sunset session, months ago. She would have thought it creepy had the person’s music been any less captivating.

There were just so many colors in the music, there was just so much warmth. It sounded a little rough, a few hinges rusty at first; but it came along after a few pseudo duets, and then Diana had found these duets to be a staple in her life.

Then she met Akko for the first time, and more warmth and color came into her life.

Diana found herself enjoying the musical conversations they had, intrigued by thoughts that they were actually able to communicate in that way and understand one another to that extent, no words attached.

And she enjoyed these nonverbal bonding moments.

But when they actually wrote to one another, or when they’d have their short greetings when they’d meet up in the hall, Diana found herself wanting to draw even closer, to get to know Akko even more.

And when Akko asked if she could do the same, Diana had found it so easy to open up.

She’d loved to know even more about the girl.

But how would she do it now?

They didn’t have the chance to exchange numbers, and Diana was probably moving as soon as she left the hospital. Her things were already being shipped to her new home, after all. There wasn’t much reason to return to her apartment, really.

“Idiot. Stupid, Diana. Not asking her sooner. What are you supposed to do no-”

Two knocks on her door.

It doesn’t open right away. It doesn’t seem to open at all.

Diana deduces it’s not a doctor or nurse then. And it might not be Daryl either because the woman would have already called the attending nurse to open the door already.

So then, who could it be?

Diana tries not to let her mind wander and get her hopes up, because there is no way- just no way- it’s who she hopes it will be.

The door opens, and her breath is unexpectedly bated- and she releases it, seeing it’s just the janitor.

Trying not to let disappointment leak into her tone, she greets him a good mor-

“I’m glad... I was right.... hah... hah... You’re here... Diana.”

And Diana really shouldn’t just assume things such as being wrong, and that maybe her neighbor was a creep two months back.

Because now her neighbor, all frazzled, sweaty, and out of breath, is right there in front of her, a bunch of papers crumpled in one hand as the other is held over her heart, trying to calm herself.

“You... hah... didn’t let m-me... Sa-ha-y goodbye... so... you’re not allowed... to leave me waiting in silence and never respond...” Akko huffs. “There’s no more wall preventing you from using words now.”

Her breathing finally slows, and she manages to look up.

“I still have a song for you, after all.”

Diana doesn’t realize, nor does she feel the tears flowing down her face.

Akko doesn’t either.

“L-Let me know what you think... It’s my first song and all...” She becomes this shy blushing school girl as she approaches Diana’s bedside, awkwardly handing over the worn pieces of paper, all wrinkled up from whatever adventure Akko had been on prior to arriving here. “... then maybe we could play a duet again or something...”

She mumbles it so quietly Diana almost didn’t catch it.

She smiles.

She doesn’t think about the reality that was supposed to occur today had she not been taken to the hospital.

Virtual duets aren’t really her thing. She much prefers hearing sound in person, in real-time. She prefers the ability to adapt and adjust to play alongside someone; to feel expression and emotion first hand; to experience a duet in full.

So it’s a simple reply that she has ready, along with a smile on her face as she takes Akko’s hand in hers.

“I’d love that.”

//-//-//-//-//

Diana has told her many times that it’s thanks to her that she was able to recover as quickly as she did, and be out of the hospital in only a week.

Akko sheepishly denies that every time.

They’re both just glad things seem to settle to be alright now.

Diana leans her head against Akko’s shoulder as they share a pair of earphones, listening to the composition play on the latter’s laptop.

“I love it.”

“I know. You’ve told me that the past 4 months, everyday.”

“And I will continue to.”

Akko tries her best to hide the smile that had grown on her face, but it’s impossible. It comes out in laughs and a few soft tears, and she rubs her head against Diana’s.

“You have all the time to, it seems.”

“Yes, and I won’t waste it.” Diana quips, turning her head up to look at Akko with the tenderest of smiles. “Care to play?”

Akko simply smiles, before wrapping Diana up in a hug so deep, and warm, and tender. Without a word, she stands them both up, walking them over to two keyboards now positioned side-by-side.

They take seat. With eyes meeting, and a small nod, they begin.

They don’t need words to figure out the rhythm they’ll fall into, or what they should do, or who plays what part for today.

Akko’s colors seep out, her warmth embedded in her music. Diana’s expressive emotions tell Akko all she needs to know, and they play in harmony.

Together, they tell a story.

A story that began with a sunset and a few familiar notes from a piano.

A story about its music and what lay beyond a wall.

A story once called, “Diana”.

Now,

“Diana and Akko”.

A/N: .... Hrmmm... I didn’t like how i ended it, tbh,,, hahaha. I just... lost my thought process now. I’m tired and lost.

Anyway.

Based off this story

The follow-up to this won’t be now, or anytime too soon. Or tbh, I could just end it like this. But there’s this ache in my heart that wants to know what happens next as well. Or more things such as how Diana ended up staying. But well,

...who knows.

Bye for now.

~Shintori Khazumi

#diakko #dianakko #lwa #Little Witch Academia #diana bday fic #sorry it's sloppy #fanfic #diana cavendish #kagari atsuko

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2020 HP Next Gen Fest Reveals!

The time has finally come for the 2020 @hp-nextgen-fest reveals! Thank you so very much to everyone who has made this fest such an amazing success! We were incredibly impressed with the overwhelming enthusiasm you all have for our favorite Next Gen characters. Everyone who submitted stories and art, and those who read, reviewed and recced: You guys are amazing!! It's been really great seeing everybody's fantastic creations, and we hope you all enjoyed the fest as much as we did! Without further ado, here's a list of all the amazing participants who worked so hard to create fabulous things for this year's fest!

ART

@miakagrewup drew AcciDental Magic [Rose, Hugo, & Grandparents | General] Hermione and Ron are called away for a case and left without their usual child-minder when Molly falls ill. Hermione’s parents step up to keep Hugo and Rose, in spite of Hermione’s warning that the two little ones have some big issues with accidental magic. The story is told comic book style, with illustrations and voice bubbles.

@eleonorapoe drew Woke up married! [James Sirius/Teddy | General] They get well and truly bladdered at Albus's stag do and wake up in bed together with matching wedding bands...

@mad1492 drew Sunday Practice [James Sirius/Teddy | General] Teddy thought that morning practice on Sunday was going to be something he would soon regret, but things may turn more interesting than expected.

@julcheninred drew Introduction [Albus, Severus, & Albus Severus | General] Albus Severus Potter gets to know the men he's named for by asking them about the experiences, memories, and motives that shaped their lives.

@garmrr drew Eyecandy [James Sirius/Teddy | General] After months of extensive Auror training, Teddy comes with the Potters to the beach. James. Cannot. Stop. Staring. At. Teddy. Shirtless.

FIC

@cassiaratheslytherpuff wrote We Keep Loving Anyway [Albus Severus/Scorpius | Explicit | 7.1k] After Albus finds out Scorpius is part vampire he can’t stop thinking about being bitten. He can’t stop thinking about Scorpius in general, but that’s been the case since he was fifteen. At least, when it comes to Scorpius he’s used to not getting what he wants. He’s happy with what he has, or at least, comfortable. That is until he accidentally asks for it, then it all starts to change.

@polly-darton wrote The perks of Veritaserum [James Sirius/Teddy | Explicit | 5.1k] James drank a long-lasting version of Veritaserum and is miserable and Teddy is having the time of his life. That is, until they’re both having the time of their lives.

@gracerene09 wrote Thunderstruck [Charlie/Teddy | Explicit | 2.6k] There’s not a lot for dragon tamers to do when stuck inside during a storm, but looking at this particular new recruit―well, Charlie can’t help but think of a few ways they could pass the time.

Quentin_threepwood wrote Hair Today, Hair Tomorrow [Albus Severus/Scorpius | Mature | 1.7k] Away on a book tour Albus Severus Malfoy grows a very creepy mustache, much to the horror of his still at home husband Scorpius Malfoy.

vitruvian8008 wrote Mission in Nairn [Draco/Lily Luna | Explicit | 7k] Lily Luna Potter is paired with Draco Malfoy for her first Auror Mission. On their last night, she decides to act on the lingering tension that had been building up between them.

@nerdherderette wrote No Other Alpha But You [Albus Severus/James Sirius | Explicit | 7.1k] Scorpius Malfoy has applied to be Albus' heat partner. There's no way James is letting that happen.

@aneiria-writes wrote The Scorpion King [Albus Severus/Scorpius | Explicit | 3.8k] Scorpius Malfoy, AKA the Scorpion King, has ruled Britain ever since his father turned his sights to conquering Europe. With his right-hand man and most trusted advisor, Albus Potter, Scorpius has a life of elegance and power. But he's had enough of the beautiful women that usually grace his bed. Scorpius has decided he wants something else in bed. Something more. Scorpius Malfoy wants Albus Potter.

@motherofmercury wrote Islands of the Upper Air [Lily Luna/Luna | General | 1.5k] Lily Luna has never liked her namesake, or her strange and sometimes absurd way of looking at the world. But a weekend full of ancient rituals and mountain forests is an eye opener, in more ways than one.

@shipperysails-bookofspells wrote Expecto Patronum!! [James Sirius/Teddy | Mature | 45.7k] James Potter had always known exactly what he wanted; to open a pub of his own, maybe travel the world, and live a simple life with the only man he’d ever loved. For years he waited, quietly determined to help Teddy see what could be between them. But just when everything he’d ever dreamed of was finally within his reach, it was ripped away in an instant. With Teddy missing, and presumed dead, James is left to pick up the pieces. John has no idea what he wants. He doesn’t even know who he is. But when he hears a strikingly familiar voice – on an otherwise ordinary day – he sets out to discover everything he can about the man that occupies his dreams. And Harry, well, Harry just wants to put his failures behind him. Until a series of unexpected events forces him to reexamine a case that he’d given up on solving. With the help of an unexpected ally, he just might find the answers he’s been looking for.

@lovealpenglow wrote lily's potter [Lily Luna/Lysander & Lily Luna/Draco | Mature | 8.3k] "But what if I keep it? What’s the contingency plan there?” She took a seat next to Lily. She spoke slowly, as if she was thinking about it for the first time, too. “Well, I mean, you keep your baby. You raise it. You love it. It goes on to do wonderful things because it’s a Potter.” Lily snorted. “It’s a Potter?” “Why not? I mean it’s just as much you as whoever is the father. Why shouldn’t it be a Potter first?”

@micheleblack wrote Snaked a Claim [Albus Severus/Scorpius | Teen | 1.6k] Everyone knew Albus was gay from age five when he would dramatically swoon every time Goncalo Flores the Quidditch player was mentioned. Twenty years later and Harry still tells the tale - much to Al’s embarrassment.

@ladderofyears wrote And I Fell Heavy (Into Your Arms) [James Sirius/Teddy | Explicit | 9.1k] When James Sirius Potter travels to America for three weeks, the turquoise-haired Healer Teddy Lupin misses his boyfriend very much indeed. Luckily, Teddy has (sexy) floo calls, charmed obsidian pendants and hastily made chastity promises to keep him busy. Based on the following prompt: Absence makes the heart grow fonder... Right? Smutty phone!sex? Longing letters? All up to you!

@veelawings wrote Dirty Duelling [Albus Severus/Draco | Explicit | 6.1k] Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want (Or — fucked up Dirty Dancing with wand fights)

@eleonorapoe wrote Albus’ Private Lesson of Sex Education [Albus Severus/James Sirius/Teddy | Explicit | 4.5k] Albus has some doubts about sex. Luckily he has an older brother, who can initiate him. How does this lesson go? James will be the teacher, Albus his good and obedient student and Teddy will be more than happy to serve them as a learning tool. In which a delicious Teddy sandwich is served.

@faeheyjesper wrote Four Reasons [James Sirius/Teddy | General | 8.1k] There were a couple of things James should've considered more seriously before coming back to work at Hogwarts as the new Flying Instructor. His dad being the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor there, for one. The fact that he hadn't really flown since a career-ending injury had put an abrupt end to his Quidditch fame two years ago, for another. His ridiculous, teenage crush on Teddy Lupin, his friend and Hogwarts' newest Charms professor, perhaps most of all.

@26timesbrighter wrote An Interlude [Lavender/Victoire | Explicit | 4.9k] Victoire is supposed to be chasing a serial killer, not shagging her uncle’s dead ex-girlfriend.

@drarryruinedme7 wrote Mint & Apples [Harry/Teddy | Explicit | 4.3k] Teddy Lupin's not-quite-wolf has chosen Harry Potter as his mate, that's all. He hasn't got a crush on his best friend's father, really. He also definitely isn't obsessed with Harry Potter's scent.

crazyparakiss wrote This is Love [Albus Severus/Scorpius | Explicit | 24.8k] Most of Albus’s bad life decisions can be summed up in a word: James. When he got a shitty tattoo in the Fifth Year—done by some bloke in a dirty flat—well, that was James’s idea. When he got picked up by Aurors for doing hallucinogens—James was the one who’d convinced him to do them at a party. That time they stole the flying motorbike Dad gave to Teddy—James was the one who insisted it was a rite of passage to drive it over London at dawn. Neither Dad nor Teddy was impressed with that explanation. Now, here Albus is living another bad choice that was born of James’s influence.

@gaeilgerua wrote The Balance Between Studying and Relaxing [Rose/Teddy | Explicit | 3.7k] Rose has been studying non-stop for her upcoming barrister exam. With Hermione attending Hugo’s Quidditch trials for moral support and Ron away on business, there’s only one person available to keep an eye on her. And Teddy is only too happy to take the role.

@r00wscribbles wrote The last ones to know [Albus Severus/Scorpius | General | 5.2k] Albus and Scorpius have a very close relationship. Everyone can see it. Perhaps they are the last ones to know jus how close they are.

@ohdrarry wrote You've Got A Second Chance (You Could Go Home) [James Sirius/Teddy | Teen | 16k] “What about James?” James, dear Merlin, not James, not again. His boy, his son, the brightest star in the constellation of Harry’s patchwork family, not him. “I think he’s relapsed.” – They tried this when James was nineteen and Teddy was twenty five. It crashed and burned. Teddy ran away to Finland and James... well Teddy's about to find out what happened to James, now that he's back two years later.

@maraudersaffair wrote Falling for You [James Sirius/Scorpius | General | 1.2k] Scorpius didn't care about Quidditch until he saw James Sirius on a broom.

@diligent-thunder wrote Heart-Shaped Ottoman [Draco/Teddy | Explicit | 6.3k] Draco has had interns before, but none so bothersome as Teddy Lupin.

@whenshereads wrote Living With Our Eyes Half Open [James Sirius & Scorpius | Teen | 5.5k] James didn’t mean to get his brother-in-law kidnapped alongside him that morning, but that is definitely what happened.

@shiftylinguini and @gracerene09 wrote Faim [Albus Severus/Scorpius | Explicit | 9.6k] "So, this is the city of love!" Scorpius declared, adjusting the straps on his backpack. Albus wrinkled his nose. "City of pigeons, more like," he corrected, stepping around another fat, grey bird Or: Scorbus go to France.

@articcat621 wrote Unexpected [Lily Luna/Pansy | Explicit | 1.2k] Draco and Harry's engagement party brings about an unexpected, but not unwelcome, event.

@fidgetyweirdo wrote Remember to Forget [Albus Severus/James Sirius | Mature| 17.5k] The moment they kissed, James and Albus knew that they'd never be able to live without this -- too in love to walk away. Years later, and well into adulthood, the possible repercussions of their relationship feel very real and very scary. Without the strength to break it off, they're left with a single solution: a company that specializes in erasing and altering memories. Now the only thing left to do, is to say goodbye.

#scorbus #jeddy #jalbus #pottercest #jorpius #scames #dralbus #HP Next Generation #hp next gen #harry potter next gen #hpnextgenfest #hp femslash #hp cross gen #masterlist #reveals #2020 fest #mod post

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notthatiwilleverwriteit · 5 years

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I always come across fanfiction where mo is always the bottom am I the only one who thinks that he tian and mo will switch that position between them?

Good morning, dear anon-san!

For this answer, I’ll be using the Japanese terms: seme (top) and uke (bottom). 19 Days isn’t a Japanese publication but those terms have spread to cover Asian BL content in general.

Bringing up semes and ukes seems to be a fairly touchy, hot potato topic in the 19 Days fandom. Tension tends to arise whenever people share and discuss their preferences. I don’t mind those kinds of discussions and debates. I think they’re interesting and add to the way we see the characters and the dynamics of the respective relationships. I have my own preferences but listening to what others have to say has helped me discover new, interesting sides.

What I usually a have problem with is the “omg, who cares 🙄” camp. Don’t get me wrong; if someone doesn’t care, it’s perfectly fine. Everyone should be able to not have preferences or overall not mind one way or another. What I don’t agree with is how “who cares” is often used as “you are a gross shipper shut up”. If you don’t care, fine - but don’t go around telling others what they can or can’t talk about. That kind of fandom policing always grinds my gears.

Anyway, I wanted to make my overall stance on the topic clear before getting further into my answer. I want my followers and whoever reads this to know that I am open to those kinds of discussions. I have my own preferences but I’m always interested in comparing notes.

“am I the only one who thinks that he tian and mo will switch that position between them?”

I doubt you’re the only one but I do believe you’re in the minority. And I must admit my personal preference follows the mainstream of seme!HT. I can’t really picture him being the uke in canon. I’m not saying he can’t, I just can’t see it in my head.

And I think that’s one of the reasons why uke!HT content is so rare. It’s not that people necessarily think they couldn’t switch but they’re just having trouble imaging it. Even more that, though, I think it’s because blushing tsundere!ukes are a very popular trope in BL. Many people enjoy it when a tsundere character is put in an intimate position by the seme and their softer vulnerable side comes out. In addition to MGS being the textbook tsundere, I think HT also makes the kind of sexy, dominant seme that appeals to a lot of people. He’s the kind of seme who easily takes charge, and I think that’s sexy to many people, myself included. Personally, I don’t get the same titillating flip of my stomach if I imagined HT as the uke.

All that being said, though, there is a small part in me that lives for uke!HT but it’s more of a personal pet headcanon. The idea of such a dominating character as HT in a submissive, vulnerable position definitely interests me. It puts HT and Tianshan under a different light. And if someone manages to write that without making HT out of character, I would definitely be interested in reading it.

There has also been one panel that momentarily intensified my uke!HT headcanon considerably (ch. 237):

I loved the way HT was looking up at MGS and grinning at him. I loved the way his hair was falling down and settling when he was on his back. Imagine being MGS and looking down at all of that. My personal uke!HT headcanon is mainly based on him being a power bottom. Even on his back like that, he would grin at MGS and tease him: “Look at you go, little Mo. I knew you had it in you”. But sometimes I also like picturing him giving up control and being vulnerable.

But overall I feel like Tianshan is just less flexible in people’s minds when it comes to the roles of seme and uke. As respective characters, HT and MGS fit the popular tropes of seme and uke pretty much perfectly. And it only gets stronger when you combine them in a relationship. Of course, going against the tropes is always a possibility, and I personally enjoy immensely semes and ukes that go against the type. But despite that, I’m having trouble picturing uke!HT in my head and it appeals to me less than seme!HT.

For those who enjoy switching-related Tianshan content, I sincerely hope there will be more of uke!HT content in the future. As a fic writer, I encourage content creators to give it a try! It’s been a while since I’ve read Tianshan fics but I would recommend vulnerability by @agapaic. A brilliantly written and sizzling hot uke!HT fic. If anyone has uke!HT recs, feel free to share in the notes!

Thank you for your question, dear anon-san!

#19 days #tianshan #he tian #mo guan shan #answered ask

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beckzorz · 5 years

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No Fair (one-shot)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Words: 1672 Summary: A quiet night at the compound leads to a game to pass the time. You play to win. A/N: This is for @the-ss-horniest-book-club’s drunk drabbles, it just got a little out of hand haha! Can of tuna is a reference to the best prank fic of all time by @kentuckybarnes, Troublemakers in her Agent 28 series. Thanks for reading and hope you enjoy!

A lazy evening at the compound. Half the team is away, split between charity work, political stuff, family obligations, and actual missions—but given that it’s the coldest week of the year with the remains of a nasty blizzard to boot, it’s pretty quiet even with Sam and Bucky both in the building.

You’d never expected such trouble from Captain America, nor the Winter Soldier. But in the never-ending prank wars that naturally occur when a bunch of high-energy superheroes spend copious amounts of time together, it’s always the Sam-and-Bucky team who do the most devastating work. You’ve yet to see them prank each other. Give each other shit? Absolutely. But words and the occasional punch or kick or chokehold is as far as their back-and-forth griping ever goes.

Admirable, really. If you were in Sam’s shoes, you’d do just about anything to get Bucky as flustered as he gets whenever someone pulls a good one over on him. Gosh, he’s so cute when his cheeks go all pink…

You shift in your seat at the end of the couch, ducking your head to hide your own suddenly warm cheeks as Bucky passes by, a fresh bottle of beer in hand. He glances down at you.

And pauses.

“What?” he asks.

“Um.” You swallow and shoot a shy smile up at him. “Just thinking it’s, ah, pretty quiet around here.”

“It’s almost insane how well-behaved you’re all being,” Rhodey remarks. “This is usually about the time someone discovers some fish in their underwear or something.”

“Hey!” Sam snaps. He jabs a finger Rhodey’s way, eyes narrowed. “That was one time.”

You snicker. “That’s what you think.”

“Oh really?” Sam says.

“Well…”

“Oh god, not the fuckin’ fish thing again,” Bucky groans. He flops down beside you on the couch, close enough that you can feel his body heat. “That shit stinks. Literally and figuratively. Listen—” he turns to you, curling his hand on the back of the couch just by your shoulder, his eyes wide and his face deliciously earnest— “I will actually give you money to never use fish in a prank again.”

You can’t help but grin. If Bucky’s noticed how warm your cheeks are, he doesn’t show it. “And I just bought that can of tuna, too.” You sigh dramatically. “Oh well. I guess when you ask so nice, I have to accept.” You thrust out your hand. “Pay up, Barnes.”

Bucky’s smiling now too. He shifts, digs his wallet out of his back pocket—god, how nice would it be to do that yourself?—and pulls out two twenties.

“Does this satisfy?” he asks, voice low.

“It’ll do,” you say. You swallow again—your fingers brush his as you accept his gift, and you stuff it in your own back pocket hastily. Bucky heads back to his seat, cracks open his beer with his left thumb, and takes a swig, his bright eyes fixed on your face.

You look away, shaken. Shaken, tingling, wanting.

“It’s almost too quiet,” Sam muses.

“Yeah, we should do something,” Rhodey says. “There’s four of us…”

“I think Wanda’s around here somewhere,” Bucky pipes up. The burn of his gaze drops from your face, and you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding.

“Oh, fantastic.” Sam grins. “How about we play hide and seek?”

“Excuse me?” you blurt. “That’s going to be insanely boring. This place is big enough for even me to hide effectively for, well, maybe five whole minutes.”

Bucky laughs, loud and clear and bright, and it takes every ounce of willpower not to look at him.

“Fine,” he says, and you can hear his grin. “How about a tracking game? We start in different parts of the compound and track around until we spot other people before they spot us.”

“And people who don’t mind just chilling out in a hiding spot and reading a book can just read, if they want,” Rhodey throws in.

“Sure, whatever, but how do you win?” you ask.

“Winning is overrated,” Sam says sagely.

“You only say that ‘cause I always beat you at cards,” Bucky says, and you finally look at him, grinning. He blinks, cheeks pink, and continues. “I guess, uh, whoever finds the most people wins? And yes, there might be a tie. Think you can handle it?”

“Ha! Yes, I think so.”

“Great,” Sam says. “So, where do we start?”

—

You position yourself in the best starting point. Rhodey’s starting in the rec room, Sam in the garage, Wanda will be in the residential wing, and Bucky’s in the basement commercial-sized kitchen. A ping from FRIDAY signals the start of the game, and you dash off to the right.

You’re less than sixty feet from the room with the security feeds. Amazing, really, that no one seemed to sense what you were up to when you volunteered to start on the roof.

Plus, you had plenty of time to stop by your room.

At the door to surveillance room, you look up and down the corridor. Empty. Perfect. Out come your lockpicks, and more importantly the device—a legacy of Tony Stark’s, may his memory be a blessing—that can crack through the electronic parts of the locked door in seconds. You slip inside and let out a slow breath.

The agent at the desk, Michelle, has her hand over the alarm button. She shakes her head at you.

“You could’ve knocked, y’know,” she says.

“Well, where’s the fun in that?” you point out. You slide into the second chair and watch the screens for your teammates. Yes, there’s Wanda passing through the rec room you’d been hanging out in before, Bucky heading down the hallway from the kitchen to the garage. No evidence of Sam or Rhodey, not yet.

“What’s going on?” Michelle asks. “Are you guys playing hide or seek or something?”

“Or something,” you say. You send a sly smirk her way. “Wanna help me win?”

Michelle rolls her eyes and holds out her hand. “Pay up.”

A beleaguered sigh, and you fork over the forty dollars from Bucky. Michelle knows. She always knows.

But it’s worth it. Fish does smell bad, and Michelle hands you an earpiece so she can direct you around.

“It’s like playing a video game,” she declares, grinning up at you. “But my PC can talk back.”

You do an awkward run to the door, mimicking the video games you’ve seen Michelle play.

“At your command,” you intone, and then you’re out the door.

—

Michelle sends you after Bucky first. Because of course she does.

“You know you appreciate it,” she teases. “I’m amazed you haven’t made a move yet. Ah, go around the other way. Colonel Rhodes is hiding in that room.”

You nod and slip around another way as you head towards the garage. Bucky’s still there, going through the cars one-by-one.

Once you’re out of Rhodey’s earshot, you say, “I don’t know how he can be so methodical for a game like this.”

“You don’t get a reputation like his by not putting in the effort,” Michelle points out. “Besides, you literally broke into the surveillance room. No one else has done that so far.”

“If anyone does, please push the emergency button. I’m begging you.”

Michelle groans. “You’re relentless.

You’re grinning as you pad silently down the garage stairs—still in your slippers, with the soft soles that are silent on the concrete. And the garage is silent, too. Not that you’d expect to be able to hear Bucky moving around.

“Four rows to the left,” Michelle murmurs in your ear. “And keep low til then. I’ll let you know if anything changes.”

You move quick, stance low, past three rows. Let out your breath silently, wait for a signal.

“Now!” Michelle whispers.

You pop up from behind a red convertible, spot Bucky with his face against the dark glass of the next car over, and whoop with glee.

Bucky spins so fast he nearly trips over his feet. He catches himself on the convertible, tightens his hold—and then he sees it’s you, and his whole body goes lax.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” he says. He runs his free hand through his hair, shaking his head with a rueful grin. “You scared the crap outta me.”

“Well, this is a win for me, then!” You lean against the windshield, grinning and unable to stop.

His smile softens as he looks at you. “How the heck did you sneak up on me, anyway?”

“Huh? Oh!” You turn your head so he can see the earpiece tucked in your ear. “I’ve got Michelle on the line.”

“Michelle from security?”

“That’s the one!”

“So you cheated,” Bucky states. He slowly moves around the car, his hand lingering on the doors, the edge of the trunk. You step back as he closes in, heart hammering in your chest.

“No, I improvised. There’s a difference.”

He snorts. “Well, it’s still not what I’d call playing fair.”

“I don’t play fair, Bucky,” you say. You lift your chin, meet his gaze. “I play to win.”

“Well,” he says. He takes one step closer, and you’re caught with a column at your back and Bucky less than a foot away. His lips curve up as he curls his hand around the nape of your neck. “You’ve won me over.”

“A-ah?” You’d answer, but you’re struck dumb. He’s closer than he’s ever been, and you’re drowning in those sky-blue eyes, falling, falling…

“Hate to break up a tender moment here,” Michelle announces.

Bucky’s eyes widen. From so close, he can hear her no problem. He drags his hand away from your neck, but doesn’t step away. You bite your lip, still frozen in place.

“Sam got bored of hiding,” Michelle goes on. “He’s heading your way.”

Bucky twines his fingers in yours.

“So,” he says. He presses his forehead to yours, breathes you in. “Shall we go win your game and celebrate later?”

You squeeze his hand, the promise of later thick and charged and already tasting delicious.

“Yes.”

#bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky x you #bucky barnes x y/n #winter soldier imagine #becca writes #hbc drunk drabbles #hbc

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vivithefolle · 5 years

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Technically this is a fic rec. Technically, because I am in the middle of writing it, but, uh, I’m also……………. worried about the reaction (I don’t tend to write ‘character critical’ pieces, especially for HP, especially about certain stanned characters) so….. uh…. I was wondering if submitting the first chapter here would, maybe, perhaps, I don’t know… it’s late and I just read a bunch of things about how “”“abusive”“’ Ron would be and I’m just. Tired. of that shit and bc it’s Late so. uh….. here, I hope you like it? :

Rating:

Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warnings

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Graphic Depictions Of Violence

No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories:

F/M

Gen

Fandom:

Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Relationships:

Hermione Granger & Harry Potter & Ron Weasley

Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley

Lavender Brown/Ron Weasley

Harry Potter & Ron Weasley

Lavender Brown & Parvati Patil

Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley

Characters:

Ron Weasley

Harry Potter

Lavender Brown

Hermione Granger

Parvati Patil

Minerva McGonagall

Additional Tags:

Ron Weasley-centric

Hermione Granger Critical

Minor Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley

Minor Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley

Friendship

Friendship/Love

Best Friends

Male-Female Friendship

Female Friendship

Male Friendship

Implied/Referenced Child Abuse

not so much implied as very much stated but it doesn’t occur duing the story

Child Abuse Leaves Mental Scars Thanks

You Don’t Attack Your Friends Kids

That’s Called Assault And Even Potentially Abuse

y'all are out here calling Ron abusive and like???? no??? Clearly if any of them were

it’d be Miss Granger - thank god she’s not because she’d be a terror

but - Freeform

violent behaviour?? check

violent behaviour that went unaddressed except to be praised????? check check check

mhmmmmmmm no thanks

Language: English Stats: Published:2019-05-23Words:

Chapters:1/1Hits:0

Golden Bullets

CescaLR

Notes:

It’s the 'Graphic Depictions of the Aftermath of Violence From A Previously Trusted Source’ sooooooooooooooooooo since that’s not a tag, per say… that Unholy Trinity of warnings is to be used by me. Again.

Also, I want to reiterate; I do not nor have I ever hated Hermione Jean Granger. I don’t particularly like or enjoy some of her actions, quite frankly, and the same can be said for many a character. It’s like my love for Willow Rosenberg, or Stanford Pines, or - well, any number of characters. Flaws are /there/, and they should be addressed, especially if the author overlooked them. Hermione is an egregious example of doing things without repercussion, and this is the most startling example of that. Not even Harry said /anything/ about how bad this was. Ron wasn’t even really /mad/; he didn’t /retaliate/, and this is /Ron/. Ron not retaliating to verbal abuse or physical violence is unlikely to the point of it being OOC, and I can’t belive JK did this. Even if it was Hermione who did the spell, and though it’s unlikely since that’s the case that he’d retaliate in a phsyical manner - but he’d surely not so easily go back to the will-they-won’t-they of before, frankly. That shit was betrayal, plain and simple; you. Don’t. Hurt. Your. Friends. I can’t believe I have to explain this. I’ve seen /defense/ for her actions in this scene and.

. . . No.

So here this is.

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Work Text:

”… Ron,“ Harry starts.

"I’ll just - do what she says,” Ron interrupts. “Hermione’s right, anyway - don’t want to leave Lavender waiting.”

And then he’s gone, before Harry can finish what he was going to say. And, frankly… he’s almost glad, because Harry’s not sure what words would have come out of his mouth - or how much worse they would have made the situation.

Not how much better. Harry’s not sure he could have made this situation any better with just a few words - he’s still in shock, really. Hermione just - she just.

On the flip of a coin - Harry had thought her tears were for sadness, and he thinks that they were, yes but - also, it can’t be ignored -

They were for anger. Vicious fury, really - she hadn’t held back, hadn’t pulled her punches.

Ron’s arms were - are bleeding, Harry thinks, faintly. It’s like -

He doesn’t like to think this, but in the quiet privacy of his own head, this is like those times when he’d be doing his chores, and his Aunt would be in the room, and he’d do one thing, just one small mistake he didn’t even notice - and she'd snap. Swing a frying pan at his head, yell at him, throw something… it’s like that. Calm to furious; sad to violent.

Harry, in this private moment, allows a shudder at the thought - but then, furiously, violently, shoves it into the back of his head.

This isn’t his argument. For once - it’s not his fight. He should - he would, but Harry… Harry knows Hermione’s upset with Ron for kissing Lavender, and maybe, perhaps, just slightly, he things there’s an irony to that - to her being upset with that, when she’s jealously upset with Ron for being jealously upset about her kising Viktor - but also -

Ron doesn’t… Ron doesn’t know that, Harry thinks, just as Hermione doesn’t know that’s why Ron’s upset with her. And it’s not - Ron didn’t resort to… that.

And Harry - Harry doesn’t want to get between Hermione’s wand and her - target.

And he hates this - but.

That goes for when the target is Ron, too.

(The thing is. He flinches enough when people he doesn’t know very well move suddenly towards him, he moves quickly away enough when people he doesn’t like get near his personal space - he doesn’t…. he doesn’t want to associate his near-sister with - with…

With that.)

Lavender watches with a frown as Hermione stalks past, and not a few moments later the door opens and -

“Ron!” She exclaims, and hurries to his side. They aren’t dating yet - god, they’ve only shared the one kiss! They’ll be dating soon, she’s got plans, but not quiet yet - but, ohmygod -

“Ron!” She repeats, horrified, as she gingerly picks up his hands by the unblemished skin - what’s left of it, anyway - and holds his arms up for inspection. He’s bleeding - holes and cuts and slices… and are those feathers?

“What happened?” Lavender asks, gently pulls him away from the door and towards an alcove, as she takes out her wand. “Episkey,” She says, and the wounds don’t close. “Episkey,” She repeats more forcefully, and Ron hisses, but the wounds do stop bleeding a little. It slows down, anyway. “Sorry!” Lavender cries out quietly, for any pain she caused, and hastily puts away her wand. “We should take you to the hospital wing - what happened?” Lavender repeats, looks up into his (dreamy, ohmygod, I kissed Ron Weasley!! Focus, Lavender, are you really thinking about that now? He’s hurt, God-) eyes and pleades with her expression for him to tell her.

Lavender’s not stupid - she can totally figure it out on her own; Harry would never attack Ron, and besides, his conjouring could do with some work, plus, he’d want any wounds he inflicted on his best mate to be fixed stat and whoever’s magic caused this doesn’t want that - so…

That leaves Granger.

(There’s a spell with your name on it, I swear, Hermione- If you did this to not just my boyfriend but your best friend -)

Lavender had never particularly liked Hermione Granger, she’ll be the first to admit that. In their first years she’d been bossy and wouldn’t talk with them about much, and then she closed off after becoming friends with Harry and Ron, and then she was petrified for most of second year so Lavender never got a chance at a better second introduction, and then third year rolled around and she was so tired Lavender didn’t want to bother her, and then she had the gall to say what she did about Lavender’s rabbit and then Lavender really didn’t like her, for reasons that should be obvious, and in fourth year she was distracted and Lavender didn’t want to be friends with her anymore, and then in fifth year everything went so terribly that Lavender was just focusing on keeing her head above water -

And now. And now.

“I don’t -” Ron starts, falters, as he looks down and seems to realise what happened to his arms - “I don’t need the hospital wing,” He says. “And it’s -”

“If you say fine I swear -” Lavender lets go of his hands and places hers on his shoulders, shaking him lightly, “Ron, please. Think! You’re hurt, please, just - just tell me.”

“It’s not that -” Ron shrugs, uncomfortable, and Lavender lets go of his shoulders. A little hurt, but.. well, she hasn’t gotten to the 'get to know each other well and learn that it’s great to divulge secrets to one-another, go communication and sharing!’ stage of her 'woo Ron Weasley’ plan yet, so. She gets it, though… in his place - well. Lavender supposes she can’t claim to know what she’d do, if she were attacked by say - Parvati.

God, she’d be in shock forever.

For. Ever.

Maybe she should skip the 'reaffirm and solidify physical attraction’ portion of the plan?

“Okay,” Lavender says. “Okay. Just… let me bandage some of the worst ones, please?”

“… yeah, alright,” Ron says. Lavender smiles at him, and - he smiles back, a little small and a little forced, maybe because he’s still shocked that one of his two friends just attacked him.

Probably. That sounds most likely.

… Lavender doesn’t think this lightly, but. Bitch.

Lavender carefully links fingers with him, because they managed to mostly escape being diced up, and slowly walks back to the common room with him. Hopefully, by the time they arrive, Hermione will be back in bed or long gone, the latter much prefered, because Lavender isn’t sure what she’d do if she came across Hermione Granger any time soon.

Ron and Lavender re-enter the common room not long after Hermione walked in, walked upstairs, and slammed her dorm’s door.

“Fucking hell,” Someone mutters. “What’d you two get up to?”

Lavender glares at the seventh year, and clutches Ron’s fingers - not his hand, Ginny notes, absently, as she stares in confusion at the mess of Ron’s arms - protectively.

“We didn’t do anything, not that it’s any of your business,” Lavender says, and Ginny feels a suprirsing uptick in respect for the girl.

“Alright, whatever,” The guy says, and then he leaves the common room. The parties died down; the disappearance of Ron and Harry and Hermione and then the rest of everyone who was pairing off or getting tired had left the place quiet a bit quieter than when Ron and Lavender had last been in there - and made their entrance that much more of a scene, Ginny thinks.

“Scram,” Ginny says, loudly, as she stands. Some people look at her. “I said scram,” She repeats, threateningly, and the rest of the people in the room do, as she places her hand on her wand and glares at them.

She might find it funny when mild misfortunes occur to her brothers, she might find it amusing to tease them - but if her brothers are hurt?

No.

“What happened?” Ginny demands, and walks over.

Lavender pouts slightly; obviously, Ron hadn’t degined to tell her. Yet.

“Just…” Ron shrugs. Ginny narrows her eyes at him. “Am I going to have to ask Hermione? Harry?” Ginny asks, and Ron -

winces.

Ginny frowns, and notes Lavender’s glare in the direction of the girls’ dorms.

Ginny looks back at her brother. “What happened?” She repeats, more warily. At that moment, the portrait swings open, and Harry steps into the common room. Ginny rounds on him, because if nothing else, she can ususally expect Harry to defend his friends from harm. “What. Happened.” She demands, slowly, and gestures with her wand at Ron’s arms.

“… Hermione.” Harry says, and it’s - strange. Like, even to his own ears, he can’t believe what he’s saying.

The thing is. Ginny… Ginny kind of can. Just a little. Marrietta’s got permanent scars - physical retribution, because that spell wasn’t preventative, just punishment, that’s… not beyond Hermione’s… ideals, morals, or whatever that falls under, Ginny thinks.

If she thought Ron had betrayed her in some way? Even though they’re best friends, even though Hermione likes him and you’d be dumb not to notice Ron likes her back (which proves they’re both very dumb, at least when it comes to romance, Ginny thinks)… you know, Ginny… Ginny can’t not see it.

That’s a daunting thought. That - realisation. Ginny signed that contract, too. How had the curse - because it’s a curse, only curses can leave permanent, unable to be healed magically, scars - worked? Did it count anyone that hadn’t signed the sheet being told about the DA as betrayal? What if Ginny had wanted to invite someone new to the DA that she trusted? Would the curse have affected her if she’d told them about it in order to invite them, or did the curse somehow differentiate? What if Colin had told his dad, who surely wouldn’t have been untrustworthy; would he have been branded a 'Sneak’? Or little Dennis?

Ginny couldn’t be sure, she supposes, so she pushses that line of thought aside for now.

“Hermione?” Ginny repeats. It - it sounds ridiculous to her own ears. Hermione, who had been friends with her brother for six years; who had been by his side through most every dangerous adventure during that time; who had a crush on him; who was one of his two best friends - she did this?

Hermione - who can be casually, accidentally cruel; who does, Ginny admits, hurt people with magic; who has, Ginny knows, done so before…

“Oh.”

“Yeah, well.” Ron says, gruffly - embarrased, Ginny thinks. Humilliated. Upset. Maybe a little - or, well, no, a lot betrayed.

But mostly… this - as much as Ginny teased him, teases him… this was his night. His victory. This shouldn’t have happened at all, but, today of all days?

“I’m tired,” Ron says. “G'night,”

“Good night,” Ginny echoes. Ron stomps off, and Harry, who shares a dorm with him, trails after. He’s hesitant, Ginny thinks, which is - very unlike him.

But then - Harry just witnessed…

Oh dear Merlin.

“Fuck,” Ginny says. She looks at Lavender, who’s frowning worriedly, chewing at her bottom lip. Anxious and concerned.

“D'you wanna stay in our dorm tonight?” Ginny asks. “The others won’t mind.”

“… Thank you,” Lavender says. “I just - I don’t know what I’d do. She did that to won-won…”

Ginny refrains from commenting on that atrocious nick-name, and grimaces. Because… yeah, she’d probably curse Hermione if she saw her right now.

“Yeah, okay, come on,” Ginny says, and leads the way.

Harry stares up at the canopy of his bed when he wakes, and doesn’t move until he hears the room empty of other people. He takes his time getting ready for the day, because if he doesn’t then he’s going to have to choose who to sit next to at lunch - most assuredly, Ron and Hermione won’t be speaking for a while, and Harry’s going to have to choose a side.

Again.

Harry’s tired of this. He’s so tired; tired of their arguing, tired of their fights, their mutual jealousy, tired - tired of something so quietly terrible that he didn’t quite realise until Hermione literally caused conjoured canaries to attack his best mate.

Harry rather likes Hermione - but he likes Ron more, if he’s honest, and yet…

He can’t pick Ron’s side, because, right now, Hermione’s, well -

Volatile, a quiet voice whispers in the back of his head. Keep your head down and your mouth shut, her mood will pass. So will his.

Because Ron’s bound to be angry now, too. He got the shock and the sadness part out of his system last night - now, his upsetness is going to manifest in broody, moody anger, and just when Harry had gotten him back to high spirits again.

Harry closes his eyes. He squeezes them shut and counts, quietly, for a bit, before he gathers his wits, squares his shoulders, and heads down into the common room.

Notes:

#ronweasleydefensesquad #youdon'thurtyourfriendskids #that'seitherassaultorabusedon'tdoit #harry'sanabusedkid;thatshouldhavebeendealtwithatsomepointbutwassteadfastedlyignoredandihateit #jkcancatcharockettospaceidon'twantherheretohurtthesecharactersanymorethanshealreadyhas

VIVI’S COMMENTS:

Oh my fucking holy shit goodness of fuck this is PERFECT.

Like, goosebumps. Through the whole thing. Fuck yes.

Oh, Lavender, Lavender was FAN-FREAKING-TASTIC. I love her so much. She’s adorable and so, so clever too. Gah, I’m practically rooting for Ron and her to stay together, and I’m not a big Ronvender shipper! See what you did to me?!

That was a flipping masterpiece. KEEP IT COMING!!

#submitted #submission #fanfic rec #fanfic recs #hp fanfiction #hermione granger #ron weasley #harry potter #ginny weasley #lavender brown

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Shance Fic Recs (Part two)

And here more Shance's stories!

41- Prettier than most by MissBluebelles [Explicit]

Shiro has fallen hard for the pretty blue paladin he woke up to in Keith's shack. There's no denying it. But while trying to keep those feelings in check, he notices how the beautiful young man slowly distances himself from the team.

When Lance overhears some of his team-mates talking about him behind his back, he finds himself crumbling under the pressure of the responsibilities he has as a paladin. Will he ever be enough? Will he ever be as good as his team?

42- The Alpha Prime of District Six by keir [Explicit and omegaverse]

Lance isn't getting any younger and he desperately wants a kit, but he's been jaded on love ever since his mate left him. It was just something silly at first when he went on a website meant for anonymous hookups; he didn't really think anything would come of it. But when someone catches his interest, he decides to take a risk and ends up with more than he had ever bargained for.

43- Lean On Me by KnightNuraStar

It was the first time Lance would meet any merfolk.

But, he thinks he'll get used to it.

Yup, he could definitely get used to it.

44- You and Her, Forever by starboyshiro

Lance spends Valentine’s Day absorbed in how much his life has changed in just a few short years. Especially about how much of an impact Takashi and Aria had on his life.

45- The Florist Next Door by starboyshiro

Hunk deflates a little, sinking back into the couch. "Just do something, please? I'm tired of seeing moping around because Shiro isn't your Valentine, yet."

"You seem really confident in Shiro's so-called feelings."

"It's easy to tell it's him dude. I know it, you know it. Hell, Blue probably even knows it! The whole damn world knows that Takashi Shirogane likes you!"

46- A Treat for the Eyes by PuppetMaster55 [Explicit]

Lance enjoys teasing his boyfriend with suggestive pics and videos.

Shiro decides to respond in kind.

47- All You Have To Do Is Ask by sitswithcats [Explicit]

Lance is desperate to get fucked, Shiro is happy to help out

The fic where Lance rides Shiro while he flies the black lion that no one asked for but I wrote anyway.

48- The True Freshman by orphan_account

Shiro's sophomore year at Garrison Tech was already off to an unexpected start. Due to an injury, he was forced to take a medical redshirt year, making it his second year of ineligibility to play the sport he loved; his plans were ruined before the first day of classes even began.

His year gets even more interesting after his brother Keith ropes him into taking him to the first party of the year, where he meets another freshman named Lance.

49- Eye of the Storm by ThereWillBeCubes [Explicit, omegaverse and non-con]

Lance alone in the middle of a storm, and a stranger at his doorstep.

50- Ain't No God Where We're From, Darling by PastelClark [References To Rape/Torture]

“You want to release a group of the world’s worst criminals, complete with weapons, and try to get them to work for us.” Idly, Shiro wonders if he’d accidentally ingested a hallucinogen earlier in the day. It wouldn’t be the first time.

“No,” Allura’s voice is disturbingly calm. “I want to temporarily let out a group of incarcerated people I think could be useful for us, under heavy supervision.”

51- The Best Wingman Ever by magisterpavus

“I don’t understand,” Keith said flatly.

“IthinkIhaveabigfatstupidcrushonLance,” Shiro repeated.

Keith rubbed his eyes. “No, yeah, I got that; I just mean I don’t understand what you want me to do about it, Shiro.”

Shiro gawked at him. “Help me, Keith! That’s what best friends are supposed to do, you know, you’re supposed to be my, uh...wingman.” As soon as he said it, Shiro realized what an awful idea it was.

52- The Tailor by DuskBeforeDawn

Now, Lance knows a thing or two about kids, after all he had like a million cousins so he figured he may as well give a helping hand. Not like it was totally for the insanely hot officer, nope, not at all.

53- Nearly Witches (Read: Actually Witches) by TheLanceShow

Shiro, one day, decides to go to a shoppe to stop his nightmares. In the process, he becomes infatuated with a certain witch.

Or;

Lance is a witch and Shiro is under his spell.

54- Super Nanny by mettaverse [Trans Lance, in process]

Shiro has come back from war crippled- his arm is gone, PTSD rules his life, and he barely remembers how to smile. His wife, unable to handle the state Shiro came home in, has left him with their son Keith.

Thus enters Lance, the new nanny. His job, technically, is to take care of Keith at all times. But seeing Shiro, how sad he is, how broken, prompts Lance to personally take over Shiro's life, trying hard to help him pick up the pieces of his life.

55- Get Me Home by singtolife [omegaverse]

“Do you really think all omegas want to be fucked by you? Sorry to break it to you, but you can fuck off “

When Lance's car breaks down before he can even begin the journey home from college, Keith sends his brother Shiro over to help him out. As Lance waits, he's hit on by some asshole alpha who can't take no for an answer.

56- Brace for Impact by shyfoxes

"Not to be rude, my guy,” Lance said, “but you’re wrong. You are worth it. I’m going to prove it to you.”

“By doing what exactly?” Shiro asked, exasperated. “Standing outside Galra Tech with a sign? Spray-painting Zarkon’s car? There’s nothing you can do, Lance.”

Lance held his chin up. “What if I fight you?”

Shiro blinked, jaw dropping. “What?”

“What if I fight you? What if I fight everyone on that list to get to you?” Lance exclaimed. “If I win, you come with me. If I lose - I’ll leave you alone, forever.”

Or, underground fighter Shiro finally learns how to hope again from a persistent guy named Lance.

57- The Call of the Sea by Red_Ce

Lance watched the surface grow farther and farther away, bubbles rising all round, spiraling toward the sky. The waves pulled at his hair to surround his face, strands tickling his lips and freckles. His heartbeat pounded loud in his ears. His heart pulled him down. His fingertips pulled him down. His inadequacy pulled him down. He was drowning in it all.

Then- a flash to his right. Something grey and sleek. Lance righted himself, terror taking hold of his body for two infinite seconds. Prey, his subconscious whispered to him. To whatever this creature is, you are prey.

Lance is insecure and loves the water. Shiro is a carnivorous merman who probably wants to eat him. They meet, and bond.

58- Fluffy Bites by KnightNuraStar

Lance was trying to find a home to settle in.

Though, he's surprised when his home finds him.

Or well.. bites him.

59- Home by starboyshiro

Shiro knows a little bit more about flowers than Lance had anticipated.

60- vivir sin ellos, ya no podría by slimeys

Shiro tries to occupy himself in his surroundings, taking in the cloudy sky, the clanking of the train, the cute guy sitting across from him wearing the exact same outfit.

He's, like, really cute. Shiro doesn’t think he’s seen him before, because if he did, he’d definitely remember that bronze skin and those long legs. His cap is backwards, pulling dark waves off his forehead and revealing the cutest widow’s peak on this side of Snowqualmie. This is too much. Even as he looks down at his phone with a light smile—is he looking at a meme? Does he like memes? Shiro really hopes so—he exudes charisma and charm. Shiro is starting to think that it isn’t the matching clothes that drew his attention.

61- do you got plans tonight? by kalakauuas

Lance doesn’t know this guy, but he knows that being stood up is no fun, so. He takes matters into his own hands.

(and maybe holds Shiro’s while he’s at it.)

62- Shiro, You Horndog You! (Oneshot) by orphan_account [Explicit]

So basically, Shiro gets horny when him and Lance hand wrestle. Because who doesn't get horny af after a good hand wrestle amirite?. Lance says that the loser has to do anything the winner says. You know where that goes. Shiro takes full advantage of this and smut happens, as well as fluff, cuzz who doesn't love a good fluff.

63- Strobes and Stilettos by SpicyRedPaladin [Explicit]

Keith drags Shiro to a rave and promptly disappears. But Shiro finds company in a gorgeous Latino instead.

64- Platform 5 by after_midnightmunchies

To the gorgeous man with the ocean blue eyes whose phone I saved from plummeting off of Platform 5 last Tuesday: I forgot to put my number in it. I haven’t been able to get you out of my head since then. If you feel the same, please meet me there again on Friday, February 14th at 5 pm.

“Who even reads the newspaper anymore?” Hunk snorted.

Lance never expected to be swept off of his feet by a classified ad in the newspaper, but there truly is a first time for everything.

65- Keeping Up Appearances by starboyshiro

“We have a date for you.”

“What!?” Shiro nearly chokes on his own spit.

“She’s a lovely girl. We think you would really like her.”

This time Shiro does choke on his own spit. Coughing wildly for a moment while his mother yells over the phone, asking if he’s okay. Her, oh my god. Quick Shiro think of something!

“I— uh, I have a date already!” Shit, Shiro, not that.

“Oh really? Who is she?”

“He is a very lovely man.” Whoever he is. Shiro’s really digging his own grave at this point.

66- To Dream Of Water by HedonistInk [Explicit, Shape of Water inspired]

For as long as he could remember, Lance had dreamed of water. His dreams felt more real than his waking life, a world swathed in shades of blue and green. Twisting, twirling in the water, it was the one place he felt complete, the only place he felt whole and unbroken and entirely himself. It was the only place he felt free.

And that was when he'd met him, the man from the sea who would change his life forever.

67- Of love and the art of ice cream future telling by taovol

The tale of how Lance solved the riddle that is Mystery Whitepatch Man and gained his phone number in the process.

Lance has the hots for a mysterious costumer.

68- Seashells and Magic by KnightNuraStar

Lance was a water mage who moved into a tiny cottage by the sea.

During one of his disastrous flight lessons he gets to meet not only his neighbor...

But, also his admirer.

69- Magic Cats and Hot Wizards?! by AbandonedLibrary

Lance moves into a new town and finds it very strange. He goes into a store that has a strange cat and GASP! IS HARRY POTTER REAL?!

70- Unicorn Printed Toothbrush by AshesTheTerrible [Explicit, omegaverse and mpreg]

Lance and Shiro have their hands full with a two, four and six year old. Parenting is a challenge, finding alone time even more so. Their date nights once consisted of lavish restaurants and black tie affairs...now they are more along the lines of spending a night in, adorned in sweatpants.

71- An Old Tattoo by AshesTheTerrible [Explicit and omegaverse]

The tattoo is aged now, ink faded, colors years old. It's a time stamp from another phase of Lance's life, a postcard from his past. He was a different Omega then, lust drunk and wild...until he'd met Shiro.

Shiro changed everything.

72- Want You by starboyshiro

Despite Keith often complaining about Lance, he insists Shiro should go on a date with him. For once, Keith had a good idea.

73- My Friend's Hot Roommate by Aesthetic_Demon [Trans Lance]

After Shiro finished college alongside his best friend Keith they settled back in their home town. A few months later Keith announces that a very close friend of theirs will be staying over for a week- and although he's changed quite a bit, Shiro's big ass crush on him hasn't.

74- All For The Best by CrypticGabriel [Explicit, Trans Lance and pregnancy]

It was just one night. Prom night. After being together for a couple years, Lance and his boyfriend Shiro had their first time after a wonderful night of dancing and stargazing. Nothing was supposed to really… come from it.

Much to his dismay, the results he found were not the ones he’d intended to have.

In which Lance gets pregnant and feels it's best to handle it all on his own. But after five years of trying to hide it from Shiro, he had to go back on his word.

75- Unforgettable by HedonistInk

Like a song of love that clings to me | How the thought of you does things to me | Never before | Has someone been more...

Unforgettable.

When Shiro showed up on Lance's ward, Lance didn't expect him to be anything other than just another patient. He never dreamed he would miss him so much when he left.

76- Lost and Found by mysticmajestic

Shiro loses his daughter in the mall. Lance finds her.

77- Something Just Like This by Sarolonde

[19:09] Lance glad my photos were accidentally sent 2 a nice guy like u <3 thank u for not being a creep [19:22] Shiro Uh, you’re welcome. I guess? I don’t know what else I would have even done with the situation. [22:11] Lance u innocent sweet angel unicorn ^_^ g’night kind sir *tips hat* [22:13] Shiro Goodnight, Interesting Stranger.

The wonderful, unexpected consequences of Lance sending partially-nude pictures of himself to a stranger.

78- The Doctor Is In by HedonistInk, ZeroCrowe [Explicit and Trans Lance]

Lance had always hated going to the doctors for anything to do with his reproductive biology. But transitioning and other medical issues meant that Lance had spent more than his fair share of hours around doctors. It wasn’t until he was nineteen and having serious pain issues that his local GP finally referred him to the Gynaecology department at the hospital in the next town over. Fortunately for Lance, it wasn't that far of a drive. Unfortunately for Lance, his doctor turned out to be young and hot. Fortunately for Lance, that doctor thinks Lance is temptingly hot as well.

79- The Engine's Growl by AshesTheTerrible [Explicit and Trans Lance]

Lance had no idea that motorcyles vibrated so much.

The sleek, black, Harley was like a purring beast between his legs. He hadn't been keen on the idea of riding on one. But Shiro had convinced him and now he was having a strikingly fast change of heart towards the entire situation.

80- Rekindling by CrypticGabriel [Explicit, Trans Lance and kids]

Lance was happily married to a Marine Drill Instructor. At least, he thought he was. They'd been married for twelve years and had four kids together, and now he was worried the love was dying.

81- The Other by SuccubustyKisses [Explicit and Non-con]

When another Shiro comes from another dimension, asking Lance to run away with him, and threatening the life of his friends if he doesn’t. Who is Lance to say no?

Preview: “Oh! Right!” Other Pidge sat up straight again, pushing small half moon glasses back up on her nose. “My name is Kate Holt, though I’m sure you all know that. I’m chief communications officer of the Guns of Gamora. We had a recent… betrayal… that we believe will lead to issues for you guys and Sven asked me to contact you and well… give you, Lance, a warning.”

“Wait, me specifically?” Lance pointed up to himself confusion covering his face.

Kate nods. “You see one of our old members, Sven’s twin brother actually… he betrayed us, stole the Altean technology Hunk was using to try to find a cure for the whole mind control thing, used it on our own Lance turning him against us, and with the technology we were developing together to do dimensional jumps… well… he’s in your dimension now.” She shrugs. Guilt written across her face. “We’re not actually sure if he’s after anything, but the fact that he took our own Lance makes us think that he could also go after you.”

“But, why?” Lance looked down at his hands. “I’m nothing special.”

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Not Happening (Pt. 2)

Summary: An online dating site clearly makes a mistake when it matches you with the one person you cannot stand.

A/N: Thank you so much for all the love on the first part!! I’m having so much fun writing this story! I hope you guys enjoy it! I promise more Bucky next time.. i just felt this was a more natural series of events. This part has a few moments from the actual Parks and Rec episode I was inspired by. The story wont follow it exactly, though. Have great week and as always, thank you so very much for reading :)

PART 1 / MY STORIES

This could not be happening. Who in their right mind would think you and Bucky, of all 7 billion people on this planet, would be a good match? And not just any match, SOULMATE FUCKING LEVEL MATCH!!!!

You turned to see your friends still doubled over in laughter. Your mind raced, reaching what you thought could be the only plausible cause for this.

It was a prank.

Your friends knew your tense situation with Bucky. These jerks probably thought it would be funny to set all this up to see how you would react. Their plan getting even better as he suddenly had decided to barge in your conversation. Well, you hoped they had prepared for the show you were about to give them. So much for being the most level-headed one.

“You two,” you glared at them as they continued laughing. Wanda even reaching a hand up to her eyes to wipe away her tears. “You think this is funny?”

“No,” Nat said, her voice breathless from not being able to catch her breath before speaking. “This is hilarious!”

“You set this up, didn’t you? You guys know how much I can’t stand that cocky, arrogant, son of a –”

“Hey!” Wanda interrupted before you got the satisfaction of speaking your mind. “We didn’t, I swear. How would we be able to get the system to do that?”

“Yeah,” Nat spoke up, finally getting her laughter under control. “Your love connection to Barnes is just too strong we couldn’t fake it even if we tried.”

“Oh quiet! You mean this stupid site actually thinks we’re a good match?” you slumped back into your chair.

“Wrong again, my dear,” Nat said, a smirk appearing on her lips and if you had felt the need to punch a similar smirk off Bucky’s face you were feeling it again, maybe even stronger this time around. “A perfect match.”

“That’s it!” You said pulling the laptop closer, quickly scrolling down before you got a second look at Bucky’s irrationally irritating picture. You moved over the cursor to the link you were suddenly desperately needing to open. “Here it is,” you whispered to yourself as you found their Customer Service number.

“What are you doing?” Nat said as you pulled out your phone from your purse and dialed the number. You held up a finger, letting her know now was not exactly the best moment to ask questions.

“This is Craig at whosyourmate.com. How can I help you?” came a male’s voice through the phone. His tone was friendly, but in your state of mind everything and everyone seemed annoying.

“Craig,” your voice perfectly matched the level of annoyance you were currently feeling. Nat and Wanda looked on in confusion as your conversation with Craig went on. “Your service is crap.”

“Can you be more specific?” Craig replied, a phrase he had most likely been trained to say when he dealt with crazy customers. It was neutral, maybe even thought to be calming. Yeah, you were aware you were being crazy, but Craig and his services had matched you with Bucky. The one person on this planet you could not stand. So, being crazy, ironically, seemed to be the most logical response.

“Yes,” you continued, “your soul-mate match was totally wrong for me.”

From the corner of your eye you saw Nat rolling her eyes as Wanda mouthed Oh my god, their second-hand embarrassment clearly visible as they let their eyes wander around the room, taking note of whoever was also witnessing your outburst.

“I mean, I don’t even like him as a friend,” you went on, ignoring your friends’ reactions. “He’s like an annoying neighbor you can’t move away from, who purposely leaves dog shit on your front door just to ruin your day.”

“We have a very sophisticated algorithm that’s paired a thousand of couples,” said Craig, you could practically hear his eyes rolling, however impossible that was. “I actually met my wife on the site.”

You felt your temper rising. How could Craig think you and Bucky could be compared to him and his wife! That wouldn’t only imply an actual romantic connection with the only man in the world who took more time on his hair than a pageant queen, but also a possible marriage! You couldn’t even talk to the Bucky without wanting to punch him in the face. There was no way you could ever even begin to think about Bucky in a romantic way.

“Really? You met your wife on this site?” you said unable to control the words that came out of your mouth. “Well, that’s not gonna last.”

“Ok,” Nat said grabbing the phone from your hand. “Sorry Craig,” she said into the phone. “My friend here is not being the most rational. I’m sure she doesn’t mean what she just said. I’ll be sure to let her know what she did was wrong.”

“Your marriage is a sham, Craig!” you tried to say into the phone, but Nat quickly hung up the call after another quick apology to Craig.

“Jesus,” Nat began. “All this because a silly site matched you with Bucky?”

You groaned, knowing you were overreacting.

“How many people are on that site and their highly sophisticated algorithm,” you said in a mock tone, “Just happened to match me and that idiot?”

“Well maybe their algorithm can see past what you can,” Wanda said with a smile as she quirked her eyebrow, knowing very well her statement would get a reaction out of you.

“Please!” you said not knowing what to do with your hands as you became increasingly uncomfortable with the picture Craig and his sham marriage had planted in your head. “As if a series of ones and zeros can know more about the complete ass Bucky is than me, someone who has had the misfortune of actually spending time with him.”

“Then don’t make such a big deal if its just a silly series of ones and zeros. I mean, Y/N, you questioned the integrity of a marriage! What if Craig goes home and breaks the heart of who is probably a lovely woman because of the doubts he now has thanks to your call,” Wanda continued, causing Nat to chuckle.

You hid behind your hands knowing Wanda was exaggerating but still feeling guilty at your comments to Craig. Poor guy probably had to deal with dozens of people like you. And his wife WAS probably lovely.

Suddenly a thought crossed your mind that had your palms turning cold.

“Shit,” you said still from behind your hands. “Shit, shit, shit!!!”

“What now?” Nat groaned. “Want to call another customer service line and make them question their life choices?”

“No!” you said as you put your hands down, dramatically hitting the table as the thought you had sent chills up your spine. “Oh my god! Do you think Bucky will also get alerted that we somehow, reasons still unknown, got matched on this stupid site?!”

Wanda’s jaw dropped as she heard what you said. Nat, simply began to laugh once again, seemingly happy at being able to mock your misery a second time.

“Wanda! Tell me he will never find out about this!! PLEASE!!”

“I don’t know!” she replied. Her voice laced with more worry now that she seemed to be understanding just how humiliating Bucky knowing would be.

“Wanda, this was your idea!! You have to know!!”

“Well I don’t!” she said grabbing her laptop and looking through the site for possible answers. “I mean they had a FAQ page but I can’t find anything about how their notifications work.

“Call Craig again,” Nat suggested. “And while you’re at it, ask if he and his wife plan on having children, maybe Y/N can talk him out of that too if they are.”

“Natasha, shut up,” you snapped back, pulling out your phone again.

Your call never went through, maybe Craig had been offended to the point of having the customer service line block your number or maybe the universe was simply plotting against you maintaining your sanity. After a few failed attempts from Wanda and Nat’s phone, you gave up.

“You know,” came Nat’s voice, who at this point you were frankly over hanging out with. “You could just ask him tonight at the photo gallery thing he invited us.”

“You’re not serious,” you said, glancing her way with clear disgust across your face.

What did she expect you to say to Bucky?

Hey, I know we’ve always hated each other but did you happen to see the soulmate level match we got on whosyourmate.com? or maybe Nice gallery, anyway we might be soulmates, have you heard anything about that?

He would surely laugh at your face and never let you forget how much an idiot this site had made of you.

“You are going to have to face him eventually. I mean, unless you’re ok with not seeing Steve either. Those two are practically attached at the hip. Also start saying goodbye to Sam,” Nat retorted.

“Yeah, ok, I get it,” you responded, running your hands across your face in frustration. If only you had stuck with your gut and never made that profile. Then you wouldn’t have to even consider cutting Steve out of your life. You knew that was out of the question. Steve was a great friend and losing him seemed like way too much of a sacrifice to make simply because Bucky had been matched with you. “Fine!” you concluded, needing to stop overthinking things, “I’ll go to that gallery thing and if I have to punch him I will.”

“Amazing,” Nat said with a mocking chuckle.

“You know, you’re supposed to be on my side,” you said to her.

“Oh, I am,” she replied. “You might just land yourself a Mr. Y/L/N who knows just how to get under your skin. They do say there is only one step between love and hate. Just imagine all the passionate love making you’ll be having.”

You dry heaved, unable to control your natural reaction to even thinking about that.

“That’s disgusting and will never happen. I will first marry Craig and then consider anything with Bucky.”

“Craig is happily married,” Wanda said, clicking her tongue.

“Not after my call, remember? You vividly pictured the breaking up of his marriage.”

Hours later you found yourself in front of the mirror once again. This time liking what you were wearing a lot more than the outfit you had haphazardly thrown on in the morning. The outfit Bucky had happily pointed out as he made sure to ruin the great morning you were having with your friends.

A groan escaped from your mouth at the thought of the night that awaited you. Bucky could either already be aware of the site’s clearly mistaken match it had made for the two of you. If this scenario played out, you would have to defend yourself from his guaranteed teasing. You knew he would be aware of how much the match had bothered you and he would do anything to use that against you. Or, he could not know of the match and you could just try to enjoy the photo gallery while still having to deal with Bucky’s overwhelmingly annoying presence. Maybe even try to figure out why the website had ever thought of pairing you two together.

With a sigh, silently sending out a supplication of mercy to the universe, you smoothed out your outfit, as ready as you could ever be to face the mess your online profile had created in its short life.

PART 3

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