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nonstoplover · 2 years

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a moment to remember ~ pierre gasly (pg10)

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pairing: pierre gasly x single mom!reader

summary: the time she and her son accidentally meet his favourite f1 driver on the street and the time they meet him again at the race. | here's pt.2 to this fic

words: 4.2K

warnings: fluff, pierre with a kid (that deserves a warning in itself, because oh my god just the thought makes me cry), the kid has a name (Austin), no beta reading + english isn't my first language

a/n: idk why but i have baby fever these days and honestly, pierre is THE perfect dad material honestly. i knew i had to write pierre with kids one day, and that day came today.

ps. i've never been to a gp so i have no clue how these things work and if i wrote it anything close to realistic or not.

please don't be a ghost reader! all feedback is well appreciated!

Her son wriggles his hand out of hers with newfound strength and bolts down the street as fast as his small feet can carry him before she can even comprehend what has caused his sudden stop mid-walk just a second beforehand.

As she starts rushing after him, hoping that he won't fall in his haste, she notices him come to a halt at a man's legs. He pokes the stranger's thigh to get his attention, and as soon as the man's eyes move down at the small figure, the boy starts speaking. Or more like squealing, to be fair. She can hear it even from afar, his high, excited voice the wind carries to her ears.

He seems unstoppable, words flowing out of his mouth as if he doesn't even need to breathe. By the time she arrives to the two of them, the kid has started telling the man the story of how he's been a fan of Formula One since he was two years old, how he doesn't even remember life without it, and how even his first word was race car. It's his favourite story to tell, she can't even count on two hands how many times she's listened to it already, but right now she has no clue why he had the sudden urge to pour it on a stranger he saw on the street.

Then her eyes move up and take in the sight of the man listening patiently to her son, and suddenly her breath catches in her throat. It's Pierre Gasly. The man her son has been obsessed with in the past years, his favourite F1 driver. How on earth did they meet him so randomly?

"I'm so sorry," (y/n) speaks up as soon as her son takes a momentary pause, probably to gather some more oxygen, just after announcing happily that they have tickets for Sunday's race and that he literally can't wait to be there. She gently grabs the little boy's shoulder to pull him a bit further away from the driver, trying to give some of his personal space back to him.

"It's completely okay," he smiles at her, eyes finally leaving the boy for the first time since he appeared by his feet.

What surprises him though is that gorgeous face that looks back at him with a worried – and adorable – expression playing on her features. Somehow he didn't expect something like this, such a beautiful, young woman standing next to him.

"I know it's hard to control kids so young when they get excited," he chuckles, making her giggle in response.

"Ugh, don't even get me started, they can be awful," (y/n) rolls her eyes playfully, the joking tone unmistakeable in her voice. She slightly leans down to be more at her son's level, "right, kiddo?"

Her son blushes furiously. "Don't make me look bad in front of him!" he exclaims, not so discreetly pointing at the man.

"Oops, sorry, Aust," she bites her bottom lip to stop the laughter threatening to bubble out. "Didn't mean to."

"It's okay," the little boy offers with a sigh that is just so adult-like that it makes Pierre chuckle once more.

Glancing down at her son she sees the idea forming in his mind right before he turns to her, beckoning her to lean even further down to his level. "I want his autograph!" he whispers in her ear, though his voice is still so loud that she's more than sure Pierre can hear it clearly too.

As she's moving her hand to fish out the sharpie from her bag she always keeps there just in case she ever needed it, she mumbles back to him. "Why don't you ask him nicely, you know, like we practised?"

(y/n) takes a quick glance up at the driver waiting patiently for them to finish the conversation between themselves, hoping that his son doesn't take too long and they don't delay him too much from wherever he was going to go. What she doesn't know is that he would always make time for a small kid, no matter what is on his schedule next. He loves kids, and when he sees them being so into Formula One, he somehow sees himself in them. And knowing how much it meant to little Pierre, he can never deny them this pleasure of having a word or two with him.

"Can you sign this for me, please?" the little boy asks, holding out the sharpie and his baseball cap, high up in the air.

Pierre squats down, already smiling wide and nodding. "Of course!"

(y/n) feels warmth in her chest just watching the two interact, thinking of how grateful she is for the driver to be so nice and lovely with her son, knowing that it will mean the world to him for probably all his life. Pierre scribbles on the material and hands the items back to the boy, who squeals loudly, turning to his mom to show off his new possession. "Look!"

She giggles, lightly shaking her head at her son's antics. He definitely got this from her, getting so enthusiastic about little things as a fan. When she looks back up again, she finds Pierre already staring at her. When caught, he swiftly clears his throat, that soft smile again adorning his face.

"Nephew? Or just babysitting?" he asks the first thing that comes to mind as he tries to spark some small talk, not yet wanting to say goodbye to her. Seeing the surprise that comes to her face he's quick to backtrack. "Sorry. I don't know why I asked that, you don't have to answer, it's not my place at all to ask this–"

She lets out a small laugh watching him chatter away. "It's okay," she stops him mid-sentence with a hand gently and momentarily laid on his arm. "He's my son, actually."

His eyes widen and she chuckles again, seeing his reaction. She will never get tired of seeing the absolute shock on people's faces. Pierre shakes his head to get out of the trance he's got in. "I'm sorry. I just figured you're too young to have a kid his age," he explains, though mentally he could slap himself, because why the hell did he say that out of all the possible things he could say?

"It's okay, honestly," she repeats. "People often think that. Or that he's my brother, that's very common too. I guess I just look a lot younger than I actually am," her shoulders move in a shrugging motion. "And it probably doesn't help a lot that it's just us two together people see all the time, not a complete family."

Before he could respond to that, his phone starts ringing, and with an apologetic smile flashed her way, he answers the call. (y/n) softly grabs her kid's arm to tug him away from the driver, trying to give him the privacy he deserves. When Pierre glances back at them, she waves with her free hand, mouthing a quick thank you to him before lacing her fingers with the little boy's and walking away.

They've taken enough time from the driver already.

- - - three days later - - -

On Sunday, she, her son and her brother are at the race taking place near their town, waiting close to the gates to catch at least a few drivers for Austin to be able to add more signatures to his treasured collection.

Pierre has been thinking about her almost non-stop, even though he knows there's a big chance that he'll never see her again in his life. And it's just so stupid. It's not like she's definitely single anyway – the two probably have someone waiting at home for them. The boy's father. But then why did she say it's always just 'them two' and not a 'complete family'? The driver can't help but get his hopes up high.

Walking towards the gates his eyes move along the crowd that has gathered there, no matter how hard his inner voice tries to tell him to stop and focus on the race ahead of him. Because of his phone call the other day that interrupted his conversation with her, he didn't have a chance to ask them where they will be at the race, or if he'll see them again. But then his glance lands on the familiar sight of the young boy jumping up and down, having just gotten a photo taken with Charles.

Pierre's heartbeat quickens, looking up behind the boy to see the young woman standing there, an Alpha Tauri cap on top of her head – oh, lord. He just makes his mind up to go there and just talk to her again, his feet already taking him closer when her son turns and after proudly thrusting the just signed piece of paper in the air, showing it off to someone standing next to his mom, he's lifted in the air by a pair of strong arms – arms not belonging to her.

The driver lets his gaze follow the movement and all of a sudden he feels a lump in his throat as he's staring at the man next to her, grinning wide at the young boy in his arms, high in the air. They say hope dies last, and for Pierre the saying worked perfectly. He's been hopeful until this very moment that she is indeed single, but right now it definitely seems that she's not, he concludes sourly as she shares a laugh with the man.

He ponders not even going up to them anymore, not wanting to disturb the family's joy, but then it's already too late as her eyes suddenly connect with his. She probably felt his eyes on her. The smile that's just gotten somewhat smaller on her lips as her previous laughter faded widens again and she waves at him, her motion somewhat shy as if she's not sure he remembered them. He can't fight the smile that curls on his lips just at the simple sight of her smile being directed his way. There's no going back now, he thinks and continues his way.

"Hi!" she greets him, patting her son's back in the meantime to get his attention. "Austin, look who's here!"

The little boy turns in the other man's arm, twisting his body to have a better look and then squeals with delight.

"How are you?" she asks casually, grabbing his attention back easily as the kid holds out the paper in his direction, saying something about wanting to have two signatures from him because he's his favourite.

"Fine, thanks. Bit nervous," Pierre glances up for a moment to smile at her whilst he's signing his name next to his friend, Charles' autograph.

"Well, good luck for today, I hope you'll have a great race. We'll be rooting for you!"

Her words make him happy – impossibly happy considering that he doesn't even know her. Trying to control himself he mumbles a soft thank you before offering to get a picture with the little boy, remembering how the other day they didn't have the chance to do so because of that damned phone call.

Austin shakes his head, but before the surprise can show itself on Pierre's face, he gives an explanation to his decision. "I want to have a picture after the race, when you won."

The driver's heart gets warmer at the little boy's enthusiasm and trust in him, and he agrees happily, even though he's well aware that it most likely won't happen. He makes the boy promise that he'll be here in the same place they are now after the race and he himself promises in return that he'll look for the boy to have that photo taken no matter what.

At least he'll have something to look forward to even if the race doesn't go his way.

- - - a couple hours later - - -

After the race he's glowing. Maybe it was the knowledge of the kid's belief in him, the knowledge of being his favourite driver and that he – along with his mom – was cheering Pierre on, but he arrived at the finish line in P5, a way better position than he or his team expected.

As soon as he can get away, having finished all his duties the fastest he possibly could, he excuses himself and goes back to the arranged meeting place to look for the kid and his family – though that still hurt to think about, them being a complete family, no matter how wrong it might be to think this way.

It's somewhat easier to find them this time, most people having left already after the race was over. Pierre immediately notices the absence of the other man, looking around questioningly as he's approaching the boy and his mom, and she can probably tell from his eyes what he's wondering because as soon as he gets in speaking distance to them, she speaks up.

"My brother had to leave earlier, something came up, but there's no way I could make this one here leave," she gestures towards her son, her face beaming.

Brother?! He couldn't fully comprehend the word brother when she continues.

"And anyway I didn't want to leave either," she adds after a momentary pause, a light pink colouring her cheeks.

Stop acting like a fool, Pierre scolds his heart for skipping a beat at her words. She probably didn't mean it like that at all.

He's still fighting the feeling of surprise and somewhat relief, hearing the word brother from her lips. So it wasn't the boy's father in the end. It doesn't mean that there isn't a father in the picture, though, he tries to stop himself before he could build his hopes high once more.

"So, shall we have that picture taken? I know I didn't win, so feel free to say no," Pierre chuckles, looking down at the boy who nods back eagerly – clearly the win didn't matter that much in the end –, eyes shining bright from the excitement buzzing in his small body.

Purely by instinct he leans down and grabs him, lifting the kid until he's sitting on the driver's arm, delicately pressing onto the side of his body. In the meantime (y/n) has unlocked her phone and she's now holding it in front of her face, waiting for the two to stop moving around so she could take the photo.

Austin is grinning so wide it splits his face in two, and to be fair, it matches the one sitting on Pierre's face. They are truly a sight for sore eyes. She feels the immense happiness seeing the two like that, and the way her heartbeat accelerates.

When the picture is done, she steps closer to the two to show it to them, waiting for their approval, knowing full well that her son is quite picky when it comes to photos – that he got from his father for sure.

"Nice!" Austin nods in a clearly serious way, the motion itself being enough to show just how important this is for him.

(y/n) bites back a giggle, knowing that this is the best verdict she can get from her son. "I agree, this is a really great photo," Pierre smiles at the screen, still holding onto the kid like it's no big deal, like it's not someone else's son, like it's absolutely natural. Neither of the two boys seem to notice it as they examine all the details of the picture – and it's such a heartwarming sight to her that there's no way she would be the one to stop them.

"Actually, can you send this to me?" the driver speaks up again, after a couple seconds of silent photo-examining. "I want to remember this forever."

His eyes move up to her face just as she can feel her heart skip a beat. A smile so honest and bright lights up his face that she has to fight the urge to raise her phone once more just to immortalize it. He wants to remember.

"When I grow up, I wanna be like you!" Austin announces as his mom holds the device out towards the driver, indicating for him to type in his number so she could send the photo.

"Really?" Pierre puts the youngling down, chuckling away at his words, but at the same time feeling bright happiness burn in his chest from his words. Who would've thought that the day would come when he is the one little boys look up to and aspire to be?

Hearing the kid's words is one of the greatest feelings in the world for him. Sure, he's had fans come up to him, talking with him for a little while, but no one said it straight on yet that he's their favourite and that they want to be like him. He's almost rendered speechless by this moment.

"No, Aust. Don't even start thinking about it!" (y/n) shakes her head, eyes widening at the thought but a loving smile still playing on her lips, fingers gently brushing against Pierre's palm as she lays her phone down on it.

"Why?" her son looks up from his much shorter height, genuine curiosity painting his face.

"You can't expect me to nearly die from worrying every weekend," she explains as if it's obvious – to her, it is, and Pierre can clearly understand why.

"You won't have to, I'll be as good as him!" Austin points at the driver who's watching the conversation unfold with genuine interest in his eyes, having already added his contact to her phone.

"Yeah, alright," the young mom sighs. "I guess now I don't have to worry."

As she glances back up at Pierre, she still tries to bite back the small laugh, and she can see that he's been somewhat struggling too. Their eyes connect and that's all it takes for the laughter to burst, and luckily her son is too immersed in examining his newly acquired treasures to notice.

When their laughter dies down, she focuses on forwarding the picture to his number – trying very hard not to read anything into the way he added a red heart emoji after his first name in his contact ID –, nodding her head once in accomplishment when it sends, putting her phone away into her bag.

"Okay, we should go now," (y/n) speaks the words Pierre hasn't realised he dreaded to hear all this time. "Thank you. For everything."

She looks deep in his eyes, and for a moment the outside world ceases to exist. Her meaningful tone lets him know just how seriously she means those words, just how grateful she really is to him – even though what he did for her and her son was close to nothing.

"I can walk you to your car," he's swift to offer, grabbing onto the first thought that would prolong the time he can spend with them – with her.

"Oh, you really don't have to!" (y/n) shakes her head, but even through her quick movements he can see the bright pink of her cheeks.

"But I'd love to," he smiles and motions with his hand as a sign for her to show the way.

They step into a comfortable pace towards the parking lot, both Pierre and (y/n)'s eyes trained on the small figure of her son as he's running ahead of them, as fast as he can manage, all the while trying to imitate a race car's sounds with his mouth.

"Since we met you the other day, he wouldn't shut up about it, about you for a single second," she speaks up after a couple seconds of cozy silence. "And after today, I don't think he will ever stop, to be honest."

Pierre tears his eyes away from the boy to be able to look at her instead, his gaze first noting the way her shoulders gently shake in her soft and quiet laughter before slowly moving up her neck and then her face.

"I'm glad I could contribute to a few happy minutes in his life," he grins, waiting. He doesn't have to wait long, because the next moment her eyes move too, glancing up at him, following the same route his eyes did but on his body, and then finally, their gazes meet.

"Oh, it definitely wasn't just a few happy minutes. He basically looks up to you as if you're his father at this point," she admits with a slight roll of her eyes.

He's left almost stunned by her words. What does this mean? "I hope his real dad doesn't mind," he laughs, but he can tell that it comes out somewhat forced, his voice tense. He can only hope it's not obvious to her.

"I don't think so, since he didn't even care enough to be there when his son was born," comes her swift reply. Pierre stops in his steps, surprised by the harshness of her answer and the sudden change of tone in her voice. Her by far always cheery way of speaking suddenly turned bitter, so bitter that it hurt his heart just to hear it.

Two emotions cloud his brain, anger towards whoever this guy is for behaving as shitty as he did and doing something so bad to her, and happiness because it means that this particular guy isn't in the picture.

"I'm sorry," (y/n) stops walking too, noticing the driver's sudden absence from by her side. Her eyes are wide as she's looking into his crystal clear, piercing blue orbs. "I don't know why I said that out loud. Didn't want to dump all this on you. It's not your problem. I– it's just been a little hard these past few weeks managing work and raising a kid alone, and it just spilled out. Sorry."

Pierre can see how truly remorseful she feels, but what almost breaks him is the absolute sadness in her eyes. It's nothing but instinct and the want to comfort her somehow that drives him as he gently wraps his arms around her, holding her close to his body. He doesn't even think beforehand, and when he finally does, it's already too late and she's standing in his embrace.

What are you doing? You might just make her very uncomfortable right now. But the next moment relief floods through him as he feels her much smaller hands landing on the material of his clothes, right above the small of his back.

A sigh leaves her lungs, and he can feel it more than hear it, in the way her chest rises and presses more into his for a long moment.

"It's okay," he mumbles, his thumb caressing the skin of her upper arm. "Everyone needs to rant a little sometimes."

"But not to a stranger. A Formula One driver stranger," she chuckles into his chest, sound muffled but still obviously sorrowful.

"I don't mind."

Pierre's eyes move above the top of her head, looking for a familiar (y/h/c)-haired boy. In a matter of seconds he finds him, just arriving to a car, halting at the side of the vehicle. "Mom, I'm at the car!" he calls out, his voice floating in the air towards the two adults left behind.

(y/n) moves her hands away from Pierre quickly, as if she's just been brought back to real life by her son's voice, as if she's been somewhere else in her mind. "Thanks," she mumbles under her breath as she leans back, breaking the contact of their bodies – much to Pierre's sadness.

They set off again, neither really knowing what to say. His heart is pumping in his throat, thoughts spinning in his mind. "Is it okay if I text you sometimes?" he asks eventually.

"You want to?" comes her reply in the form of a question. Pierre simply hums back, head moving in a nodding motion. "It'd be nice."

He watches as a smile forms on her face, that bright, lively pink colour returning to her cheeks and the previous sadness slowly disappearing from her (y/e/c) eyes. "I agree," he softly says, light joy vibrating in his body as he sees the proof that he managed to bring her back from feeling so down.

The two of them arrive to the car a few seconds later, and after unlocking it, (y/n) opens the car door, helping the small boy climb into his seat. She fastens the seatbelt with careful and precise movements, Pierre watching from the side.

"Say goodbye to Pierre, baby," she says, leaning back and moving to the other seat to place her bag down in its place – the driver's cheeks lightly blushing by hearing her say his name.

"Bye, Pierre!" the boy exclaims, waving rapidly from his seat at the man standing in the open door.

"See you soon, Austin," he smiles at the kid, waving back himself.

"We will meet again?" his small, (y/e/c) eyes that look so similar to hers widen in shock, a happy, surprised tone in his voice.

"I hope so," Pierre glances to the side, at her, just as she abruptly leans back to look at him, her eyes exactly as wide as her son's. They look so much alike.

She beams and he can see how she's biting the inside of her cheeks to prevent herself from smiling even wider at his words than she eventually displays. He smiles back just the same, one hundred percent genuine and so, so happy.

.::the end::.

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phoenixyfriend · 3 years

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When Obi-Wan gets to AotC, there's also about two dozen Anakin clones on-site. They're all girls because... IDK Anakin is trans. They have a hive mind and are developmentally a few years younger than Anakin himself.

It's incredibly unsettling to Obi-Wan.

It's almost definitely a "fuck with Anakin's already fragile mental health" ploy by Palpatine, along with a "what if Jedi Black Widows, for me, a Sith Lord. Wouldn't that be neat? That would be neat."

Anakin is torn between "this freaks me out" and "GANG OF BABY SISTERS LET'S GOOOOOOO."

(I just finished reading Like Real People Do by glimmerglanger, so this is definitely inspired by that and the obligatory 'lay back in bed and daydream variations on plot points of that fic you just really enjoyed,' and also a little by Same Heart, Same Blood by loosingletters.)

They're physically like 14-16 on average, and Anakin's vibrating out of his skin with a million conflicting emotions, but when he tells Padme she's just like "oh, you have a handmaiden gang!"

I told this to @willowcrowned and she suggested:

Once Anakin decides to repress the part of him that’s weirded out and just regard them as baby sisters he gets. A little strange about it The first time one of them dies he may or may not slaughter every person he can [in response to Padme's comment] Anakin starts worrying that he needs to get them cool matching outfits

I also chatted about it with @firebirdeternal and they said:

Gang of Unsettling Smol Siblings is exactly the Karma that Anakin deserves

Do you think the Clones have a kind of Collective Name that they use at first that eventually just kind of morphs into a new last name? Skysisters or something? Like Palpatine was trying to be clever and name them like the Nightsisters.

I initially went with "functionally one person" hive-mind but I'm torn.

I think maybe they're BASICALLY one person on Kamino but drift into Separate Consciousness once they're far enough apart physically that their minds don't blend from proximity anymore.

Then they start Dating (like half of them are dating Fett clones because they grew up with these dudes, it's like childhood friends romance), and Anakin loses his mind about Protecting Them and They're Too Young.

Padme: You're nineteen and we just got married, they can date. Anakin: THEY'RE EIGHT. Padme: And the Fett clones are ten and dying for us in the field. Get them rights before you panic about their love lives.

Firebird:

it could be worse, one of them could imprint on Obi-Wan. "Anakin I promise I won't yell at you for the next five stupid things you do if you can figure out a way to stop this baby from having a crush on me" (I like the idea of Obi-wan bargaining not with "I won't be mad at you ever" because they Both Know That's Not True, and instead haggling with specific allowances. Like he's handing out Stupidity Coupons)

Please imagine Mace and Obi-Wan's personal responses to the idea of suddenly having to deal with not one, not two, but OVER TWENTY SKYWALKERS.

Plo is delighted to take one off their hands.

So is Yoda.

Willow:

Mace is like. okay suicide isn’t the Jedi way but on the other hand. i physically cannot deal with this Yoda: a skywalker, you say? one who is tall enough to reach the top shelf, you say? such a skywalker, bring me

Anakin would be given at least one because fuck you, suffer with us, but he's still a padawan so Ugh, fine, no.

I want to say one stays on Coruscant to hang out with the Guard, and ends up half-adopted by Padme. She keeps dressing up the Aniclone left with her in handmaiden outfits and sending selfies to Anakin.

"Hanging out with the little SiL!"

Anakin has so many issues about WHEN his genetic material was acquired.

And there's some confusion from the Fett clones about how much of a hive mind is normal for Jedi. They are confused that the answer is basically none, and "this is WHY nobody clones a Jedi"

ONE OF THEM STEALS BOBA FROM THE ARENA ON GEONOSIS.

Firebird:

"I have followed in our progenitor's footsteps and acquired a sibling." holds up a struggling Boba "He bites."

Willow:

Ooooo okay so if they have a sort of hive mind then they probably don’t have names other than their designations on Kamino right BUT When they SEPARATE The one that picks Boba up on Geonosis gets a name specifically for that. Okay what if the one Padmé picks up gets some variant on ‘pretty’ because she’s always being dressed up BELLE Maybe Yoda’s Ani has a name that means thief? Because obviously Yoda is using Anakin to steal sweets

So, to make the timeline work...

I don't think anyone would give Anakin one of his sisters until after he's knighted at least.

So obviously when they're doing initial placements none of the sisters go to him or Obi-Wan.

Once he's knighted, of course they're already all placed with someone, and Anakin instead gets Ahsoka. He loves Ahsoka. She is also a little sister. He said so.

At some point afterwards, one of the sisters is left without a place because the Master that was in charge of her died in the field battle.

That sister then gets placed with Obi-Wan, because he's already mostly-successfully raised one Skywalker, so he can do it again.

Anakin gets to hang out with her basically all the time.

Ahsoka is very very jealous of this girl stealing Anakin's attention.

Anakin is oblivious to the rivalry.

He asks Barriss to look after them while he's discussing Adult War Things with Luminara and Obi-Wan, and Barriss gets an eye into This Mess, which is quickly colored by Ahsoka growing a puppy crush on the lovely Miss Offee herself.

Firebird:

Ahsoka: Ah yes, my nemesis. Anisister: Ah yes, my new older sister whom I want to impress so bad.

"I will impress her by being Stoic and Competent" "Oh my god she must think she's so much better than me what a bitch"

Anakin is oblivious to most things to be fair Anakin: Laser focused precision fighting machine who can read the tiniest body movements and predict your moves seconds in advance, who also cannot understand even the most basic social nuance. I was originally writing this as to Dunk on Anakin but then I made myself sad, because none of those things are really his fault.

So you know that post about like, Sasuke and Brooding, specifically in the context of "Brooding" as it's used to refer to Nesting Chickens? Grouchy and protective and sitting on a tennis ball trying to hatch it because they're just. "These are my Babies." Anakin Broods. Baby sisters. Must protecc. "I'm actually fine and extremely deadly in combat." "MUST PROTECT."

Bad Guy: [catches Ahsoka in a Trap] Aniclone: Must rescue sister! Aniclone: [fights, is not winning fight, gets ouched] Ahsoka tearing her way out of Trap: I lived bitch. Also: stay the fuck away from her. [murders so hard]

Ahsoka catches the Protective Older Sib feels by the traditional method: "Hey, only I'm allowed to be mean to them."

Willow:

Oh Anakin has no clue what’s going on. He walks in on Ahsoka glaring at the Ani and is like!!! Little sisters!!! Bonding!!! When Ahsoka was about three seconds away from tossing her out of the airlock. Ahsoka mistakenly assumes that Barriss has a crush on the Ani, and gets even MORE jealous.

Obi-Wan is like oh god. I can’t take care of an Anakin going through puberty again. He’s great with periods and other stuff because he read about a billion books. He is TERRIBLE with everything else, as he was the first time.

Barriss is like???? YOU'RE BOTH CHILDREN, PLEASE CALM DOWN, I HAVE ZERO INTEREST IN DATING ANYONE, LET ALONE SOMEONE YOUR AGE.

IDK how old Obi-Wan's Aniclone is, probably physically the same age as Ahsoka?

Per @atagotiak on discord:

Also something something, similarities btw Anakin and Obi-Wan where like. "Am I a parent? That seems uncomfortable, I'm too young to be a dad to a kid this age, I mean I'm cool with being a mentor/caretaker but..."

Obi-Wan can't even sidestep parenthood this time.

"Is Anakin basically your dad?" "Uhhhhhh" [Muffled discussion] "So Obi-Wan is your dad." "Okay!" "WAIT NO I DIDN'T AGREE TO THIS"

Ahsoka: She's stealing my brother, that BITCH. Obi-Wan's Aniclone: new sister new sister new sister gotta make a good impression

Firebird:

I feel like the Sister Squad would make very effective interstellar espionage agents Even like, kind of by accident. They just get encouraged to branch out in their interests and figure out what they want to do with their lives and end up all over the dang place, and since they're all pretty dang competent they tend to gravitate towards Important Positions wherever they end up. Except for one sister who just retires to raise Space Sheep.

I like that in this AU Palpatine is just like "I will create an army of Loyal Murderers who will obey my every whim and also be a big psychological lever on my Other Pet Murderer," and then they all just Baby Duckling imprint on the first Jedi to be nice to them instead and he has to just be like "Wait no not like that."

AND one of them Steals Boba

I want Obi-Wan's Aniclone to start dating Fives. All the sisters judge her for it, because he's a Goof. A very competent, ARC Trooper goof! But a goof.

Not as goofy as Anakin, though.

Firebird:

Who expects a clone of Anakin Skywalker to not make questionable lifelong romantic choices impulsively?

#Anakin Skywalker #Ahsoka Tano #Obi Wan Kenobi #Disaster Lineage #Sheev Palpatine #Skeevy Sheev #cloning #Yoda #Mace Windu #Skysisters AU #trans anakin skywalker #Phoenix Posts #hive mind #Padme Amidala #Anidala

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acting. | d.r

-> Pairing: Diluc Ragnvindr x GN!Reader

-> Fandom: Genshin Impact

-> Genre: Fluff, Angst

-> Request: “Hiiii i love your writing! Could I please request a fic with Diluc where the reader is his best friend & secretly loves him but he doesn’t know and they have to pretend to be a married couple while out investigating? And the reader just gets so upset & Diluc doesn’t understand why until after when the reader snaps & breakdown crying, saying that they wish it were real cause they had to kiss & hug & act like a couple, & plot twist - Diluc was never acting, he actually loves the reader? Thanks!”

-> Warnings: Cursing, Crying idk

-> A/N: i’m sorry this is long idk why. this quest/scenario is COMPLETELY made up by moi. reader is Not the traveler

“Okay.” Kaeya slammed his hands on the table in the Knights Headquarters, spreading out a map that was poorly glued back together. “Now that we’ve got the last shred of the map, thanks to our traveler, we can find out the Abyss Order’s next move.”

Everyone gathered around, eyeing the map with intensity. You noticed a faded star beside a body of water and pointed to it. “What’s this?”

“Lover’s Lake.” The cryo user answered back, inspecting it further, “It’s a hot spring that only allows honeymooning couples. It makes sense that they’d hide out there- there’s no way we could get in as a group. But the markings are faded on the map, they could be long gone from there.”

“We found that piece in the water!” Paimon exclaimed, “The ink could’ve washed off!”

Kaeya hummed. “Then it couldn’t hurt to check. We need two people to go undercover and check out Lover’s Lake. Any volunteers?”

“Ooh! Ooh! Paimon knows who!”

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You fiddled with the gold ring on your finger, hiding behind a bush near the front of the spa entrance. The entire team was with you, going over the plan.

“You’ll head in, scout the area.” Jean explained for the final time, “Find out how many members are in there. If it’s enough for you to handle, take them on. If not, come back and get us. We’ll find a way in.”

“Why don’t you just find another way in now, instead of waiting for this stupid plan to work?” Diluc spoke from beside you, eyeing his own ring with distaste. Your heart hurt a little- your own crush was playing your husband, and it looked like he’d rather jump into the warpath of a mitachurl than be married to you.

“Because,” Lisa mused, “We don’t want to go in full force unless we have to. It’s easier to have the employees on our side so that Y/N and Diluc can walk around more openly and search. It’s harder to do such a thing when we’re also on the lookout for them. Though we do need to make sure the employees aren’t suspicious either...”

The redhead huffed, but stayed silent.

A few more pep-talks later, you and Diluc were pushed from the cover of the bush. You began walking with him beside you, without talking. He was in a bad mood and you felt as if walking on eggshells around him was the best course of action right now.

At least, until his fingers reached for yours.

Your eyes widened a bit as Diluc fully intertwined your hands and you looked at him, a slight blush on your cheeks.

“What?” He snapped, “We’re married, right? Let’s act like it. I’d rather not have this plan fail.”

“Right, sorry.” You replied. The feeling of his gloved palm against yours was dizzying, making your heart flutter with every second. But alas, the butterflies’s wings were made of razors, cutting deeper into you the more you realized that this was fake.

“Let’s look for clues.”

You were in already?

You looked back at the front of the hot spring, wondering just how you zoned out for so long. Diluc had let go of your hand. It was cold.

“Should we split up-“

“Hi, are you the Ragnvindrs?” A cheery lady wearing the Lover’s Lake uniform came up to you both.

“Yes, can I help you?” Diluc stepped closer to you, wrapping an arm securely around your waist. For extra measure, he pressed a kiss against the side of your head.

“I’d just like to inform you that the springs are having a rather informal party tonight for all the couples! We hope to see you there!”

As she walked away, you turned to face your partner. His arm never left its place around you, but you said nothing. “Idea.”

“Do tell.”

“Everyone’s gonna be partying and dancing. We just need to wait until they’re all distracted there to sneak off and find the entrance to their little hideout. Remember, Lisa said we don’t need to let anyone be suspicious. That’s a perfect time to do it.”

Diluc thought for a moment, then nodded. “Good idea. Anything to make this go by faster, right? For now, let’s keep looking until this evening.”

You agreed, once again pushing down the nearly unbearable hurt in the middle of your chest.

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“There’s no fucking way we’re getting away from here unnoticed.”

“We’ve got to try... look around and see if you find anything.”

You walked slowly around the stone walkways that circled the hot spring pools, admiring the string lights that were glowing softly in the night sky. A live group was playing music in the corner, where some other couples were dancing.

You looked like a typical married couple walking around, your arm linked with Diluc’s and both your minds working for a new plan. How to get distract all the employees and attendees in order to open and infiltrate the Abyss Order hideout- which you found earlier, cloaked behind a large hut that sold towels and fruity drinks.

Diluc’s grip tightened on your arm and he leaned down, his breath hitting your ear and making you shiver. “Let’s make everyone dance. We can dance a little for our alibi, and then slip away like I know some of the other couples will do for the night.”

You flushed at that implication, but nodded. You knew your slipping away was going to be nothing like the other couples’s.

Diluc patted your arm and let go, walking over to the head employee and whispering something in her ear. She clapped her hands together and grinned, cupping her hands over her mouth as Diluc returned back to you.

“Everyone! Let’s take this special moment to recreate our first dances! Find your spouse and head to the dance floor, please!”

Murmurs of excitement spread throughout the crowd and everyone congregated closer to the band. Diluc pulled you along, eventually stopping and turning to you. He placed his hands on your waist and you wrapped yours around his neck, laying your head against his chest for an extra-convincing look. Or were you doing it just because you yearned for more touch from him?

Not the time to psycho-analyze, Y/N.

Diluc started to sway with the music and once again leaned down to your ear. “Only for a little while, and then we can finally get this over with and stop this silly little act.”

That seemed to be the final stake into your heart.

Your eyes began to fill with tears against your will and you tensed up, accidentally letting out a rather loud breath. Diluc lifted his head from yours.

“Are you alright?”

“Mhm.” You didn’t trust your voice.

He wasn’t going to say anything more until he began to feel his shirt become wet. He grabbed your face and lifted it up, his red eyes meeting with your ready ones. “Wh- what’s wrong with you?”

“It’s nothing, Diluc, I promise.” You tried to pull your head away, but he held it firmly in place.

“Tell me.”

“No, it’s stupid!”

“It’s not stupid if it made you upset. Please, Y/N, I don’t like seeing you sad.”

You closed your eyes for a moment and took a breath. “I just don’t want this to be finally over.”

Diluc furrowed his eyebrows. “I-I don’t get it.”

“This little act! I just-“ You sighed. Now or never. “I don’t want it to be an act. I actually like you, Diluc. And it hurts so much to be so affectionate with you- hugging and kissing you- just for it to mean nothing to you.”

“Who said it meant nothing to me?” Now you were confused.

“What? Then why’d you act like you didn’t want to even be near me?”

“I thought you were uncomfortable with it,” He reasoned, “I thought you didn’t want to do it, so I was trying to reassure you that it would be over with soon. It meant so, so much to me. You mean so much to me.”

“So, you like me back?”

Diluc rolled his eyes and leaned forward, capturing your lips and a quick, but sweet kiss. It was just a peck, but it was enough to make your heart swirl. “Is that a good answer?”

You grinned. “I think I need a little more reassurance.”

Diluc smiled softly back, but only ruffled your hair. “I’ll reassure you as much as you want after we finish off this hideout. C’mon, let’s go.”

#fanfiction #fic blog #x reader #writing #genshin impact #lay writes #genshin impact x reader #diluc #diluc x reader #diluc ragnvindr x reader #diluc ragnvindr #genshin diluc #diluc genshin impact #request #asks #anons

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justanotherpersonsuniverse · 3 years

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1st of all, amazing chapter cap. I woke up from a nap to see the email telling me it updated and it was amazing.

2nd, fuck you. How dare you not tell us who Grim is, I feel betrayed. But like also great story telling, kagami wouldn't know who the fuck they are because shes not around much. But still, fuck you.

3rd, early congrats on 1k kudos for Panthera, you deserve it. Your writing is amazing and you deserve all the kudos on ao3.

Alright I'm done with the numbers ima start theorizing now.

The identity of Grim

So my first point is that Kagami didn't know who they were, or at least not their name. This eliminates the gang(we sorta knew it wasn't any of them, but I kept them in mind because idk what kinda shit you were gonna pull), and Luka. Obviously it's not Marinete and Adrien because dramatic irony and shit so that leaves a few people.

Namely; Ivan, Mylene, Max, Kim, Nathaniel, Rose, Marc, Mireille, and Lila.

Ima start by eliminating a few of these.

Kagami never had a chance to meet or see Lila, I doubt it's her.

I doubt Kagami wouldn't know Rose's name. With how much the rest of the game makes fun of Juleka and now much Rose would talk about Juleka, Kagami definently would have picked up the girl's name.

Similarly, I think Mylene can be eliminated in a similar fashion. Kagami hangs around Marinette in cat form a lot and, going by Marinette's character, Marinette totally would have told this cat about her little best friend's squad. Kagami also would have seen pictures of Mylene(and Rose) around Marinette's room and probably learned their names. So I think I can safely eliminate Mylene(and rose again)

Reverser happens after queens battle, so nobody except Marinette has met Marc yet, so I think he can be safely eliminated.

The Grim's saying 'spooky spooky ghost realm' makes me think it's not Max, he doesnt talk like that. Also I doubt he would get excited like that when Kagami said that they were friends.

The fact that Grim knows Luka eliminates Mireille. Mireille wouldn't know Luka, or most of the class.

So, my final list of possibilities is Ivan, Kim, and Nathaniel.

I personally cant see it being Ivan. It doesn't make any sense to me, plus it would destroy my theory of Ivan and Mylene having some magical shenanigans going on together. Ima set ivan aside since I personally dont think its him. I have no evidence to back this claim, I simply dont think it makes sense story wise.

Kim is a possibility, but I think his general vibe denies him being 'psychopomp doggo to the Eternal Graveyard'. That's just my opinion though and I have no evidence to support or deny him being Grim.

Nathaniel, out of the final 3, seems like the most likely. Man looks tired and traumatized, maybe from seeing so many dead kids. He would also totally get a little excited at a new friend because the boy's kinda lonely, especially with his bestie Alix constantly hanging out with her totally-not-werewolf-girlfriend Chloe so often. But I still think he's the Haunted so idk.

Ok so none of the final options make sense, so lets go back to the ones I eliminated.

Starting with Max, he is injured I'm the miracuclass artwork you posted and Grim was just injured. Also his personality would totally fit a graveyard psychopomp creature. However, as I said before, the speach patterns dont match up.

Mylene is a possibility because my elimination method for her was full of assumptions and guesses and could be totally wrong. But also shes a sniveling coward and I doubt she could fight an evil spirit while guiding a dead kid to a graveyard without bursting out into tears and running away and Grim seemed supremely chill with the whole dead kid thing. So lets leave Mylene alone for now.

Rose, seemingly the most obvious choice and therefore totally is not Grim. While her irises look white in the miracuclass artwork and the grape ice cream thing in the date chapter happened, I think these are both red herrings. In the new chapter Kagami says the Grim had human eyes after they undoggified(is that the word?). Implying that their eyes looked normal, no supernatural aspects about them. Also the grape ice cream thing must be a total red herring because, its Rose of course she would be distressed by cute doggies dying. Also the rebirth grape thing is probably the better clue for what Rose is, but ima not get into that right now.

That's it, that's all I got. This ask got really long.

So in conclusion; it's not Rose, Max, Marc, Lila, or Mireille. Everyone else is up in the air. I have no idea. Cap is playing jedi mind tricks on us. Someone free our souls from this frog's grasp.

That's it, analysis over.

Let me make this worse for you

Kagami does know the Grim’s name now and who they are, sorry for the confusion for a line that might’ve said other wise, Kagami has met them, Kagami has a name for them now.

Mylene isn’t a coward neither here nor in canon, she’s just socially shy.

And as I quote from my Traits post “Like I don’t think I’d write this in into the fic but when drawing like-” meaning I wouldn’t acknowledge these consistent traits outright in the fic but when drawing they’d be there.

Hope this makes things worse for you! :D

#other magic au

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strawberrycamel · 3 years

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Fic Writer Review

tagged by: @aj-itated <3

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 30!

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 46,254 words

3. How many fandoms have you written for and what are they? based on my Ao3 and my old ff.net account: 3 - Fairy Tail, BNHA, DP (though I haven't written for Fairy Tail or bnha in years)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? in order, that would be How to Take Out a Ghost by TooFineFoley, Bad Luck Tuck: The Sequel, ignorance is your new best friend, What Could Have Been, and, surprisingly, A Connoisseur of Fine Art (all DP or DP crossover fics)

5. Which of your fic do you want more attention for? both they're siblings, your honor and Big Boy Tucker. i can't choose, they both need love

6. Do you respond to comments, why or why not? i used to respond to them as often as I could at the start, but i kinda slacked off sometime around the beginning of summer classes. I used to respond to them because they made me really happy and i wanted to let the commenters know I did actually read it and am very grateful for their comments, but after a while it became... idk, draining? I felt bad about leaving the same response to each commenter and got caught up in my own head so I just kinda,, stopped all together. I wanna start responding again at some point, but uh, probably not anytime soon.

7. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

oh definitely One More Time; I think that's the only fic I've written without some kind of happy ending (anything in the Not Your Son series doesn't count since it's not finished yet :3) and I can't tell you how much it pained me not to make it happy. Don't get me wrong, I loved writing that for going angst week but hole-y shit did it fuck me up

8. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you’ve written? I do write crossovers! The craziest, I think, is my Strange vs. Work: Wife Swap AU, it's not done because I'm seriously stumped for it right now, but it's essentially a DP Marvel crossover where Clockwork and Dr. Strange are forced by a TV host ghost to switch bodies and mentor the other person's 'apprentice'. Peter and Danny have to help them get adjusted to their new environments/bodies and they all have to figure out how to turn things back to normal. This whole series is meant to be based off the show 'Wife Swap'. I have fun making Stephen suffer >:)

9. Have you ever received hate on a fic? not that i can remember? like i think it was more grammar and dialogue punctuation nitpicking on my old ff.net fics, never hate

10. Do you write smut? if so what kind? not really, but i have a singular wip that im working on that's definitely spicy

11. Have you ever had a fic translated? nope

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before? no? (i was working on something a while ago but we havent finished so, I'm going with no)

13. What’s your all time favorite ship? i don't think I really have one. Usually I just read whichever fics have cool summaries or tags and just dive right in, ships be damned. Lately I've been reading a few TimKon fics and I've been thinking about Dark Ages, UFS, and Gray Ghost stuff a lot over the summer

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will? oh, oh god. I'm going to say it and I'm going to feel real shitty about it because it's such a good fucking concept, but I can't bring myself to write anything more than what I already have written and all the notes I just randomly add onto it every once in a while. It even has a title: "Ectoplasmic Pudding".

It's a DP DC crossover fic wip and the plot is about Danny being called by Batman to help with a kidnapping case he suspects to involve ghosts; he needs Danny's expertise and help to capture the ghost. Danny agrees and he meets Batman and Robin (Dick Grayson) on the roof of the police station (after dropping face first onto it because he got blinded by the bat signal). They go by Batmobile and arrive at the scene of the crime where Danny confirms a ghost is involved. A bunch of different scenes of Danny and Robin having a blast while Batman's trying his best to stay on task and then, eventually, they find a warehouse where the box ghost is interrogating a bored looking Mr. Trand, the victim, about some fancy box commissioned by Vlad.

Danny figures out this guy is Bertrand in disguise and since Bertrand's essentially on vacation, they both agree to lie about how they know each other. And then I got stuck around here, but I imagine it just ends up being a series of dumb events where Batman, Robin, and Danny have to 'protect' Bertrand until they catch Boxy and throw him back into the Ghost Zone while the disguised ghost tries to make the most of the rest of his vacation.

Batman and Robin definitely don't believe whatever lie Danny came up with to explain how he knows Mr. Trand, but they go along with it until it's revealed in probably the worst way possible and leads to both of them trying to take the former kidnapping victim to the GIW while also trying to keep Danny from stopping them and barely listening to a word he says (maybe they think he's being threatened somehow or being controlled or smth, idk). Absolutely no clue how that whole fight goes, but in the end Danny kicks Box Ghost into the Zone and Bertrand is told very explicitly never to bring Spectra to Gotham.

15. What are your writing strengths? evoking emotion in my writing? yeah i'm going with that

16. What are your writing weaknesses? planning out plot ahead of time. I can write outlines and write a bunch of notes about what i want to include, that's not the problem. My problem is that all my motivation to write just drains away the moment I have a somewhat concrete plot planned out for a fic- this applies to one-shots and longfics exactly the same. And past that, sometimes I'll make one change to the planned plot and feel like tossing the whole thing out the window and going freehand without the 'constraints' of an outline or anything ..........

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? try not to offend anybody? like, look at good examples of how others have done it and do a lot of research and stuff. Also, be aware that not everything will translate perfectly from the original language you wrote the fic in and whatever language you're translating it to.

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for? Fairy Tail

19. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written? Hellbent. A few others come close, but I seriously cannot express the joy i felt writing that first chapter (and when I'm done my minibang fic, I literally cannot wait to get back to it)

20. What fic are you most proud of? that's a tough one, there are a bunch i fucking adore but i think it's tied between The Big Dipper and ignorance is your new best friend

Tagging: @guardianrex, @shinygoldstar, @cleanlenins, @princessfanonanona, and @ghost-pasta!

#tag game #fic writer review #thanks for the tag aj <3

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lebrookestore · 4 years

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Thank You and Presents?

Welcome to this semi-chaotic, passive aggressive post. I spent a good hour on this, so you mfs better read.

I've decided to combine these two posts, considering they go hand in hand, so bear with me.

I've been here for a month, and I've made so many new friends, read some amazing fics, and actually made friends with some of my writing inspirations themselves, which I cant even begin to comprehend so I won't try.

I've released four fics, two were shorter, but the ones I'm really proud of- Little Princess and Poison and Petals-i still can't believe I sat my ass down and started writing. This year has been a shit one, but never would I have thought I would start writing fanfiction. Let alone the long ass fics I write please.

So hitting 100 followers is even more of a foreign concept, but thank you so much! I'm bewildered that people actually ready my shit and the fact some want to be tagged in stuff, and the fact it's only been a month? What is reality-

And some of y'all see my shit posts and deal with me- to that I say God bless you and your patience. You have to be some sort of heavenly being amen.

Honestly, some of y'all actually helped me through a lot of shit, and some even encouraged me with my first fic, which was the start of these shenanigans( whether this was a good idea or not, we shall never know)

Basically, thank you so much, it means a lot to me, it really makes my day when I see w new follow, or a reblog, or someone liking my shit posts about simping (I am sorry my dude) .

Now, since the year is ending, thank god, I've decided to give my moots presents, since I've seen a lot of people do this (originality went ✨yeet✨) and it's also like a thank you and appreciation message of sorts. Also because I'm nice.

Let the chaos begin:

@alicanta77 my first moot, and literally one of my biggest inspirations fir writing, she was with me when I was writing Poison and Petals, and encouraged me with everytime I hit a roadblock, or was feeling tired with it. She's such a talented writer, and her series are very well thought out. They deserve so much more love, because the effort, the plot, everything is immaculate, and felix, babe, I love you to death.

@danishmiilk my second moot on this hellhole and I hate you but I love you so I guess pemdas cancels that out. She is an amazing writer, her fics too deserve more attention. I honestly don't know what I would do without this bitch, we run the culture cafe together, and I'm such a dumbass at coding, but she does it(even if she does forget to add the https, but we won't talk about that okay) and she matches my chaotic energy perfectly. She's definitely not annoying (I wrote that with a straight face my dude, be proud), and I would do anything for her so yeah ily bye

@astroboy-lele furOU THE 40 YEAR OLD MAN ON FACEBOOK- I'm sorry, not really, oh well. Another underrated writer, her fics are really good too, and she was the one who encouraged me to start the net, and gave me the idea of a dark cafe aesthetic. She helped me with a lot of shit there too, and is a really good listener.

@orange-nimon-cross I scared as fuck of yunha, but I also love her. Shes honest and blunt af and I love that about her. She always gives me honest, actually helpful feedback a d if probably the first person I'd go to for said feedback. She deserves way more credit for her writing, its amazing, and her poetry? They're beautiful and deep and ineish I could write like that.

@rouiyan MISS REE ANOTHER WRITING INSPO AND A GREAT FRIEND honestly I met her and we just vibed tbh. She too helped me with my first fic by encouraging me, and I love her to death too. Very happy ahes back from hiatus, all my fists of love for you babe!

@yvezs mila I have no fucking clue what your posts mean half the time, but I love you anyways okay, you already know so I'm not gonna bother writing a long ass para, I'll annoy you later

@heartyyjeno ALESHA! honestly, she's so sweet, and her asks literally brighten up my day. Her writing is also amazing and just ugh, I love you and get very happy everytime I see you.

@moonbeamsung HANNAH BBY YOU'RE SO CUTE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH OMG you're the sweetest bean ever and your writing is the bomb.com. I hope we can get closer, because you never fail to make me feel better, or brighten up my day with a message or an ask.

@radiorenjun angie my fellow simp and hard stan letS GO- I know she's not always online, but she's always there when I need to simp, or when I need help with important descisions (what pic I should chose fir my lockcreen, for example) she's always there to simp for ten with me and our convos are questionable (she's seen my dark dark gallery man. If that's not friendship idk what it) . If you do want to summon her though, I suggest typing renjun or ten in a message, all caps.

@channoticedmeuwu kai. *heavy sigh* this bitch is honestly one of the best people, like she deals with ny shit posts, replIES TO THEM and even deals with my excessive simping like damn what angel are you (the fallen one, jK-) she also likes simping with me, even called for help once(it failed, but it's the thought that counts. She even tried helping me when my laptop fucked me over, which, surprise, it still is, but we barely even knew each other at the time?? How amazing is that?? But bitch stay the fuck away from taeyong thanks hyuck is the waiting.

@loonacitys I MET YOU TWO DAYS AGO BUT I ALREADY LOVE YOU WE LIVE I'M THE SAME DAMN CITY BYE OMG and she matches my crack head humour *cough* tHe gRoUp *cough* so yes another amazing hooman bean.

@sweetlyjaem she SIMPED WITH ME AMEN-

@ppangjae literally one of my biggest inspos for writing, I read seven letters and was inspired to pick up little princess again after it was sitting dying in a dark corner of google Docs for three days. Alex is so sweet, she didn't mind my chaotic awkward ass, and dealt with the long ass asks and the dozen of messages I sent her.

@kdongyoung ro is so sweet and chaotic I love it. Her edits are *chefs kiss* and she made my beautiful header which I will flex everytime I get the chance. We've not talked that much, but I still love you okay.

Moots I wanna know better-@jungwooisms @du0tine @moonttaeil @fruityutas @ooyoungs

I LOVE YOU ALL AND THANK YOU BYE

#thank you!#cant believe it tbh #ots only been a month of me being here #so getting this far is like what #anyways i appreciate all of you

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woulddieforperrytheplatypus · 4 years

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Let's say Perry is allowed to reveal his secret identity now that Doof has given up being evil. As we all know, the last time he revealed his was an agent to the boys, they were all in an insanely dangerous situation and it was too much to take in at once. How does Perry do it this time? He sets up a "scavenger hunt" for the family. One by one, he leaves clues for the kids to find and pick up on, like his human-like expressions, his har, his lair entrances, the pamphlets, the 2D slideshow, etc.

OOH NOW THAT IS AN IDEA 👀 if I wasn't already writing a fic that's on a deadline I would totally write this as an actual fic right now like I'm not even joking (but since I don't have time to write a whole new fic atm I'm gonna do that summarizing-my-ideas-in-seven-million-incoherent-paragraphs thing I do way too often and then maybe write a fic later (unless someone else wants to write it *wink wink nudge nudge*))

First of all, I think it's worth noting that the reason Perry can't reveal his identity is that it would put his family in danger and OWCA's insurance wouldn't cover it if they got hurt, so for Perry to be allowed to reveal his identity, he'd probably have to leave OWCA entirely. Given his reaction to being replaced by Peter the Panda in It's About Time, I can absolutely see him deciding that if he's not thwarting Heinz, he doesn't want to work for OWCA anymore. If he was willing to hang up his hat all the way back in season one, by the end of the summer, there's definitely been enough development in their relationship that he'd probably consider his job entirely Heinz-centric and not want it any other way (does this make sense idk what are words)

That's important for three reasons. One: it's just cute that he likes Heinz so much. Two: it means he probably won't be sneaking away as much during the day (though I'd assume he does still visit Heinz every few days). Three: it's a great opportunity to plug my fic about Perry retiring from OWCA and revealing his identity to his family (but it's via kinda a family meeting and Carl's there bc Carl's Best Boi™ which I'd thought was cute until I saw this idea and now I think this one's cuter lol)

Now, onto the show! or, you know, the long rant. same thing.

I think he'd probably start with subtle facial expressions. Maybe Ferb would give him some belly rubs and he'd smile a little, or Candace would tell at him and he'd glare at her — enough that they'd definitely notice, but not necessarily enough that they'd know they saw it. And it would be entirely situational, too — I don't think he'd acknowledge words yet; he'd acknowledge actions and tone of voice, but that's about it.

And then after a couple days, when he knew Phineas and Ferb (and maybe Candace; I'm not sure when she's pick up on it) were keeping an eye on him, he'd make it a little more obvious. He'd give slightly bigger smiles or more aggressive glares, so the kids wouldn't just think it was them picking up on more of his body language now that he's home now — they'd have to realize it's a genuine change at this point.

And maybe that's around when he starts reacting to words. Linda would ask if Perry's been fed yet, and Perry immediately runs to his food bowl (whether he's been fed or not; he would gladly accept an extra meal). Or Candace makes a sarcastic remarks, and Perry growls at her. Things that he'd obviously have to understand the words for because there's no obvious tone of voice for an ordinary pet to pick up.

And when everyone's thoroughly confused (not suspicious yet, but confused) he moves on to the hat. He'll be sitting out in the yard with the boys over the weekend while they're trying to think of an invention for the day, and when they both look away for a split second, he slips his fedora on and pretends nothing happened. The boys definitely wouldn't take it from him — they saw him on the chimney with a pair of binoculars once and shrugged it off — but they'd get a good laugh out of it.

And then they're hanging out in the bedroom and the boys look away and Perry puts his hat on again, and this time it's still funny, but it's weird. Where does this fedora keep coming from? He didn't have it a second ago. It definitely wasn't lying around the room. It just appeared on his head. And then the next evening during dinner, it happens again. Perry has no hat, he walks under the table, and walks out the other side with a fedora on. Ferb points it out, and Perry just smiles.

I feel like he'd have to go a little further before showing them the lair. Maybe he starts "standing on his hind legs," but with his butt on the ground so he's still technically sitting but more upright than usual. Maybe he uses his hands more, picking things up or hitting things around. Maybe Phineas is about to do his homework and realizes he doesn't have a pencil, and Perry throws one at him and then immediately drops to all fours, but purposely does it slow enough that Phineas and Ferb notice that he did it.

I'm gonna kinda switch the order up on you here. A week or so into this, Perry starts walking away. Perry never walks away. He's always either there or he's not; they never see where he's going. So Phineas and Ferb follow him, and they see him take the tunnel in the side of the house down to his lair. Now, Perry has absolutely no idea whether he should expect them to follow him, but he's hopeful. And, sure enough, they do, only to realize it's yet another entrance to the spy lair that Ferb built over the summer — except this time, Ferb finally gets to say that he didn't build it. They both look at Perry like they're expecting him to come out and say something, but he just starts walking up the stairs to leave (which admittedly is a pain in the ass but it's not like he can take the hovercar)

And maybe that night, Perry decides to take it a little further. He waits until the kids are asleep and then hops off the bed and just stands there, waiting for someone to wake up. And it takes a while -- long enough that Perry’s starting to debate just giving up and going back to sleep -- but then Ferb opens his eyes just a little... and then sits up and rubs his eyes because there is no way he’s seeing that. And this time, because it’s dark and it’s late and Ferb’s tired, Perry just stays standing there and looking at him, and, because he’s feeling particularly daring, he waves. Ferb just stares at him for a solid 30 more seconds, so Perry gives him an awkward smile. Without taking his eyes off the platypus, Ferb stands up, walks over to Phineas’s bed, and wakes him up. Phineas is just like ??? and Ferb’s like, “Do you see this, too?” and Phineas looks over and Perry just walks over to the bed (on his hind legs), hops up, and curls up next to him like nothing happened. And, like, what do you do in that situation, right? So Ferb just goes back to bed, and Phineas closes his eyes again, and they both go back to sleep.

And in the morning, the first thing Phineas and Ferb do when they wake up is look at Perry, who’s now snuggled up on Ferb’s bed (because his bed-switching isn’t going to change just because he’s slowly giving up his cover). Perry doesn’t do anything at first, so the boys look at each other and Phineas is like, “Last night, did he...?” and Ferb just nods and they both look back at Perry who just gives them that small smile that you’re never really sure if you see.

And I wanna get Candace in on the action so let’s say this time when Perry walks away, it’s right after the boys’ Sunday invention, and Candace is all annoyed that she couldn’t bust them and Perry looks up at her and then walks away, and usually she wouldn’t care but she’s bored and annoyed and what can it hurt, you know? And Perry leads her to the staircase and picks up the handle to open it in his mouth and then drops it to let Candace get at it, so she opens it and sees the staircase and immediately runs back to the house like “MOM THE BOYS BUILT AN UNDERGROUND STAIRCASE IN THE BACKYARD” and Phineas and Ferb are like “No we didn’t?” so they follow her out there and Perry’s still standing there and Phineas wonder aloud if it leads to the same spy base as the tree and the house and Candace is like ?!?!?!

And Perry hops on the railing and slide down the stairs (because he is not climbing down all of them) and the kids have to follow on foot because they would absolutely not fit on the platysized railing. That gives Perry extra time to get set up, so when they get to the lair (again), Perry’s standing on his hind legs, wearing his fedora, and using his computer.

I feel like Candace would be the one to ask what’s going on because a) she hadn’t been paying as much attention as the boys, b) she didn’t see Perry standing the night before, and c) she hadn’t seen the lair before. And Perry just walks over and hands them each the “So You’ve Discovered Your Pet Is A Secret Agent” pamphlet and they’re just like 0_0 and as they’re flipping through it Perry goes back to working on his computer.

There has to be some sort of conversation here, but at this point, they’ve been seeing so many clues that I don’t think they’re too surprised, which was the whole goal -- they were never supposed to figure it out, but they were supposed to have some idea that he was more than what meets the eye. So let’s say the first question is from Phineas, who asks if Perry can talk, and Perry shakes his head. So Candace asks, just to double check, that he can understand them, and Perry nods. So then she asks if he’s always been able to, and he nods again. And Phineas asks why he’s never told them, and that’s when the computer comes in.

Perry opens the folder full of second dimension pics and he flips through them slowly so the kids can see them, and at that point there are way too many questions for him to keep up with so he doesn’t bother. And eventually they’re done looking at pictures, and Phineas asks when that was and why they don’t remember it, so Perry takes his pamphlet and circles the line about host families and memory erasing and relocating and then he hands it back, and Phineas reads the line out loud so Ferb and Candace can hear, too. Ferb’s the one to connect the dots and realize that the reason they don’t remember those pictures is that they had their memories erased, which Perry confirms, and Phineas asks why he’s telling them now if they’re either going to have their memories erased or lose him (and then proceeds to get very nervous about losing him) and Perry takes the pamphlet back again and adds a little carrot in the title between “your pet” and “a secret agent” and writes “used to be” and they realize that means they get to keep him as a pet and know everything and it’s a happy reunion and nothing like the second dimension and everyone lives happily ever after!

... that was the least coherent thing i’ve ever written in my life

#pnf #look i have an ask #perry the platypus #i wrote this in three different tumblr sessions and did not proofread at all so i have no idea if it makes sense #but tbh when do i ever make sense

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willowaudreykeyes · 4 years

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Okay: I’ve watched it 4 times and here’s the things about the episode that I find interesting. Or that I’m looking too much into. You guys can all decide because idk.

- Roman seems to make alliterations when he's shocked? He's done it before, but now he's done it again and when he's surprised that Thomas 'lied' or 'tricked' the ticket person.

- Virgil has resting disappointed face even as he eats popcorn.

- Roman is very dramatic about the age thing. "He's in his thirties, he may as well be in his sixties." "Can't think of new excuses quick enough in his old age."

- "I love you" is very big words. Do not use them, or forget them, lightly around Virgil.

- Have they always been on his back so much about lying, or was it only after Janus was introduced?

- Possibility: Romans eyes actually change into hearts when cute guy appears?

- Also: Roman goes into Shakespearean when cute guy appears.

- Roman is so optimistic when it comes to love! But not about other Sides? He's rather pessimistic when it came to Virge (at the beginning) and Janus. And kinda Remus too.

- Roman has used "We don't know if he's not gay" more times then the three can count.

- Pins equals introverts way of talking apparently. I guess that makes sense, since there’s pins for almost every kind of hobby, and Virgil knows this too.

- Roman sounds rather happy when they found out that Nico likes Paramore. Supporting his emo friend and his hobbies right there.

- “The Nightmare Before Christmas” is and will always be a Prinxiety thing. Did you see those star eyes Roman gave? And how happy-surprised Virge was?

- Virgil does think about romance too. “You can live like Jack and Sally, if you want.” Kind of cute.

- Virgil has eyes like a damn hawk. He saw those pins and went full on x10 zoom on them.

- Roman’s got some adorable music happening when more clues appear.

- Sticker/Button System must be followed or Virge no happy.

- Roman is almost as good as Patton with puns, except he has to explain it. Has he done that before? I feel like he has. I feel like this is a thing but I’m not sure.

- Roman and Virgil have about the same wavelength when it came to the creepy stalking-ish part. They both cringe when Thomas goes off to the side.

- If you use a word at the end of a sentence that sounds like a name at Roman, he thinks you got his name wrong. He did it at some other point I can’t remember when but he does this. Kind of feels like a autism and/or ADHD trait? (I know I for sure get confused sometimes)

- “Great... he’s gay” “Great indeed...” “GREAT INDEED” I love them. Just gonna say that again.

- Roman has this big thing about his name and it doesn’t seem like its a thing he’s faking? He seems genuinely confused. The one that’s two above mentions it, and the way he spelt it at the trial? And how he seemed very defensive when Janus spelt it wrong? This is a thing.

- Virgil is a self-proclaimed expert of anti-social etiquette and I say he deserves that title.

- Virgil also really likes non-verbal ways of communicating.

- Roman does the thing where you put your two pointer fingers together and its adorable.

- Fast head nod of agreement coming from Roman here. Over dramticness? Or actual quirk?

- Roman very much freaks out when flirting goes wrong. Not just a Virgil thing.

- Virgil be scaring Thomas with zero regrets when he lost his test that the Universe gave him.

- Virgil be very glad to admit when he’s panicking. He also has admitted when he’s anxious in the past. He knows it, acknowledges it, makes Thomas and the others deal with it because dealing with it isn’t in the job description.

- Roman’s fine with compromise! Virgil gives an idea that attempts to help the romance part, Roman’s not 100% happy but rolls with it. Besties right here (even if they don’t know it). He does have a limit though.

- Nicknames are forever with Roman.

- Virgil is on Thomas’ left side, the more ‘thinky’ side of the brain. Roman is on the right, the more ‘feely’ side of the brain. It’s kind of more obvious in the scene where they grab Thomas a lot.

- Roman really slips with his feelings when he’s stressed. He says stuff that’s usually more about his self-worth. “You’re making a mistake.” “If I am, I’ll add it to the list.” That was said under a lot of stress and frustration. He’s done it before and he’s done it again; except now they don’t address it and it’s just a passing sentence.

- pLaNt

- Virgil would rather embarrass Thomas by making him talk to a stranger, instead of the guy that he thinks is cute? I mean, its very embarrassing by the end of it and Virge barely seems affected by it.

- And now Virgil is compromising. He works with Roman to make sure that Thomas looks okay (the “check your teeth” line).

- idk wtf the sty’s thing is about. Weirdly placed anxiety over it? Or something?

- Roman is very impulsive and basically throws Thomas into the trash can when a bad thing happens in front of a lot of people. Ego was definitely hurt there. Why hide instead of run away? Did Virgil sorta influence that?

- Plans help anxiety. Pretty sure they’ve covered that topic before, but lets just do a recap in this I guess.

- Virgil is half the people on this platform “Cyberstalking... but real life”. I mean, everyone makes a metaphor that has an actual word behind it sometimes.

- “Try Speaking from the heart” ... I expected Patton, but there has been moments before where a Side who is expected to be there, isn’t there. Logan showed this in “Moving On” when he physically left but he never REALLY left. Patton showing up to add his own words to this may have been too much for him? Or he thought it would be for the others?

- Ah crap here’s the monologue-

- First off, it’s very honest. Full on honesty. With no holding back. And it really hit the feels; but is it realistic though? (Genuinely asking I’ve never been in that kind of situation)

- Very rambly too “I honestly don’t know what I’m doing at the mall today. I don’t know what I was looking for... I guess that answers my question- The mall is where you go when you want something but you don’t know what it is because the mall has everything.” Very rambly, very nervous, very honest.

- Roman and Virgil are very... in awe? Shocked? What is this? Roman looks so contemplative as he looks at himself in the mirror and I wanna be in his brain and know what he’s thinking.

- “I don’t know a lot about anything. Least of all, myself.” Okay, Janus just pulled all the way away for a full minute and forty-eight seconds (this is 99% accurate) to just let Thomas talk and feel didn’t he? This is just complete honesty.

- Anyone would be awkward with the guy coming out of that stall. I’m awkward thinking about it and seeing it again. Moving on-

- “I gotta stop wooing strangers in bathrooms” just a 3000 word fic of at least one other time that he’s done this and I will be yours forever

- Virgil is a dramatic emo who dislikes lying. Crossed arms, waiting outside for him, looks up when he says “you know what I meant”- They’re all part of an actor your at least a LITTLE dramatic.

- Virgil has a big thing about lies and relationships. This has to do with him and Janus’ relationship somehow- It’s about Thomas’ relationships with friends and his romantic life too. He didn’t seem as annoyed about them in the ‘Lies’ song way back when which didn’t mention lying about any type of relationship.

- “Can’t have true love if the relationship isn’t built on truth.” Is this what he was thinking about in the bathroom? Its a cute line either way.

- Okay, Roman and Janus have some kind of... something. Cause a lot of Roman’s talks about his goals for Thomas pushes Thomas into relying on Janus until Roman realises that it’s morally bad OR (as seen in the talk after the bathroom scene) when he realises that it’ll be bad for Thomas in the long run.

- “Will (D)deceit continue to be the answer to all of your problems? Is that fair to him?” HIM WHO!? Janus or Nico!? Both!? AHHHH! This could mean so much in any direction you throw it but I can’t find the dang words!! “No, he’s better off without me.” This could just be Thomas misunderstanding the ‘him’ Virgil means too or he does understand idk-

- “I was afraid you left!” *INSERT TWO SIDES SCREAMING HERE* Hahaha he’s literally screaming on the inside omg-

- “He fears things too!?” Virgil doesn’t understand how people work when he’s worked up. Duly noted.

- Roman and Virgil equals A Gay Panic

- Thomas’ first thought when panicked is to ask the guy, that he thinks is cute and has been trying to get the attention of for the last while, ‘what is wrong with you?’ ... 10/10 Thomathy

- .Roman seems... a little resigned that another ‘chance at happiness’ is walking away? I mean, he’s super sad but resigned to his fate. That’s sad as hell. He’s USED TO THIS and I don’t like that 😢

- Virgil’s scene where he looks between, NOT Thomas, but Nico and Roman, is really well done and filled with... a lot. He psyches himself up first of, taking in quick breaths before pushing Thomas, obviously afraid but still doing it anyway. And the look he gives a very resigned Roman looks like its both guilt and sadness. Could just be me thinking that he has a ‘this is my fault’ thing.

- Full on surprise on Roman’s face when Virgil pushes Thomas. No one was expecting that.

- Carrots. The carrots brought them together. Thomas... you don’t have to eat carrots, but at least say ONCE that they aren’t all bad.

- “I like songs” you’ve also written some and sung x5 as many but okay, go with that I guess. (Is this to not brag about being a singer right away? I guess so?)

- If Nico was writing about something that happened midway through his visit to the food court, what was he writing about before that? Did he have nothing until Thomas tripped over the bin?

- “I tend to waste a lot of opportunities in my life” Then cuts to Virgil. Ouch. Direct hit on Virge...

- BRAVERY. (i’ll get back to this-)

- “Shut up, emo.” No complicated nicknames; just the easy picking. Very cute. Very yes. Roman your a sap and its great.

- When Thomas is telling Roman to ‘get out’, he sinks down and is he biting his thumb? He’s still excited. And I’m adding ‘biting’ to his list of stims.

- Virgil claps his hands. Roman and Virgil both cover their mouths. Both yell. Manic hand movements. Virgil gets Thomas to walks around and flappy hands. (And the nervous pee too I guess?)

- OKAY. EYESHADOW. Big thing, also new. I believe that it may be him ‘growing’ as a Side. First, he believed that he was JUST Thomas’ anxiety. Then comes to term with being more then that, which helps him become a ‘Light Side’. And now, he’s learnt that ‘fear’ and ‘bravery’ can both be present at the same time and is now growing from that as well. So, his back and forth between black and purple could mean a back and forth of the ‘fear’ and ‘bravery’ aspects. Thomas about to send a bad tweet? Black. Optimistic about things ‘never being the same again’? Purple. Thomas bringing up that they just met? Black. Its a promising start? Purple again. Purple when something optimistic, its purple. Pessimistic, its black. There’s a thing happening there.

- And also, lots of smiley Virgil when he goes purple. Brave enough to smile? Or optimistic enough to be truly happy about it?

- “Join me! No thinking!” Okay, all the ‘Roman Himbo’ stans have already gone nuts over this so I’ll keep going XD

- Roman’s first date idea is to go to France immediately and I love him for being so honestly over-the-top

- Dogs are the demons of anxiety its now a fact. They even bring out the Tempest Tongue, despite hearing the dog “thirty times a day”.

- Do not tell Virgil to relax. Black eyeshadow. Very on brand tbh. He does not relax and you should know this by now Roman.

All in all; I love them and the entire episode ❤️ 🧡 💛 💚 💙 💜

#ts spoilers #sanders sides spoilers #sanders asides spoilers #roman sanders #virgil sanders #roman headcanons #virgil headcanons #i guess?#tw caps #willowkeyes for reference #willowkeyes rants #*throws at Tumblr* imma go rb art now

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shnuggletea · 4 years

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Happy Hump Day!

Not the Hump day for my collection but still a few lemons. Sorry if you got excited, I'm try to post a new chapter to Hump Day soonish.

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't surprised by the popularity of this fic. I wasn't kidding when I said I'd never planned to post it. I really felt it was too dark and too...raw? I really didn't expect it to be as popular or more than Cell Mates. Which I also didn't expect to get as much attention so clearly I have no clue on the subject. Thank you all for your support on this fic. I've continued it for you guys alone! Also, my keyboard has officially crapped out, making typing particularly difficult. IDK if I'm going to get a new one it what, currently in limbo on the subject, which doesn't speak sell for my writing career. Anyway, I hope you will all be patient as I get updates out as best I can.

Home Part Two

The kids were both tucked into their beds but I struggled to leave them. Something that was clear to Inuyasha and he didn't push me. He didn't push me to the bedroom either, only gently took my hand and led me there when I was ready.

Everything was quiet and even though I was tired, I felt as if I couldn't sleep. I was too afraid I'd open my eyes and be back at Naraku's.

"You want to take a shower?"

Inuyasha was reading my mind. Or telling me what to think because a shower sounded amazing after he said it.

"Can I…. join you?"

He was being meek and I didn't know why. But he still waited for my okay before following behind me into the bathroom. Helping me strip, we soon stood in the warm water together. Tentatively, he ran his fingers down my arms and it all came crashing down. The day I was taken away, the four days spent wondering if I would ever see my children again, feeling betrayed by Inuyasha, and then being rescued just before me and my baby were murdered. All of it.

My sobs echoed off the walls of the shower and Inuyasha's arms crashed around me. The water felt cool compared to the tears streaming down my face and the ones dripping onto my shoulder.

"I didn't know...I didn't think she'd do that...I'm so sorry Kagome…" I turned in his arms and wiped my tears on his chest. "She signed the divorce papers without struggle but I guess that's because she had this planned the whole time."

"How long until you figured it out?"

He squeezed me tighter to him, "I knew right away that you didn't run. You'd never leave the children. And you had no reason to."

"How did you find me?"

"I threatened her. Told her if she didn't come clean I'd tell every paper and gossip rag about how I had a whole family without her. It's all about status and money with her and a divorce threatened both."

Our tears had slowed and my hands pressed into his back. "I didn't know what to think. We had talked about marriage and baby names the night before. But she had that bill…."

"I get it. It looked real." His fingers twisted into my hair and his nose to the top of my head. "Those four days...I had to wait for the fucking warrant and I nearly lost my mind. If it hadn't shown up today I was going to tear that place down by myself. Anything to get you back." A single remaining sob released at his words and he began to whisper. "Tell me what you want to feel, Kagome. Anything you want, I'll give it to you."

"I want...I want…" I wasn't really sure what I wanted anymore. I mostly just felt numb. "I want to feel safe. And loved."

He curled into me, pressing his face into my neck. "Do you feel safe here in this house? Should we move?" I shook my head because this was our home. "Do you feel safe with me?"

If he had asked me any of those four days when I thought I'd been sold, I would have said no. "You're the only person in this world I feel safe with, Inuyasha."

With the careful tenderness, I knew him to have, he tilted back my head and pressed a heavy kiss to my lips. But that was all, washing and drying one another before getting into our bed. Even still naked, none of it felt sexual. Just natural.

With my head on his shoulder like a pillow, I still found I was restless. "So… you're the District Attorney?"

"Guilty," he said and I could hear his grin.

"Then… how the hell do you afford this house?!"

"Family money."

I shifted on him, his arm wrapped around me never moving as I worked my way onto my belly and looked down at him. "I suppose the old me would have been satisfied with that answer…"

His fingers grazed my jaw, careful of my bruise. "Since you're asking… my family was in… illegal but lucrative businesses for decades. Still are."

When I laughed, he cocked one of his brows at me. "I thought you were in the mob."

"I guess you could say I was. But then… I saw what my father did to people and left. Most of this house is paid for by money I earned but my inheritance helped."

Placing my elbow next to his head, I leaned on it heavily. "If you're the DA, what were you doing at that auction?"

"Apparently getting very lucky." He mused, running a hand down my side. "I was just an ADA back then and I was helping with some undercover work. They needed my name to get into the auction, what with being a Tenoe. I used my brother's name to get in. The plan was to get some info on Naraku. But then I saw you…" He sighed heavily, looking up at the ceiling instead of me. "I was a fool. Buying you like that and then bringing you here. I never meant to sleep with you but god I was already in love with you. The last thing I expected was to see you there."

"Where else did you expect to see me?"

He hesitated, then chuckled. "I just didn't expect my night to end like that…"

"Like the two of us in your bed?"

"I didn't think in a million years I'd be that lucky but I no longer regret that night."

"So you expect me to believe that you loved me at first sight?" I asked, truly not believing him.

"Something like that."

"Why did your brother's name work to get you into the auction?" I asked even though I had a pretty good idea why.

"I got out of the family business. He didn't. That's why he's not around much. But someday I'm probably going to see his name on my docket. At least with our familiar ties, I won't be allowed onto the case against him."

"Doesn't seem like the two of you are close enough for that to bother you?"

He was drawing shapes on my hip and I'd be lying if I said it wasn't doing things to me. My libido had been silent for days and I thought it would never hum again. But the more Inuyasha touched me, loved me, the more it started to vibrate.

"Sess is still family. And Sess always supported my decision to go straight."

"Straight?!"

"Get a job that was legal."

"Oh." He was staring at me, reading my reactions to see how I would take his words. "What does your father think of you now? With your family extended?"

"He died long before I...found you."

I dropped to him, rubbing his shoulder with my I bruised cheek. "I thought you were ashamed of us all this time."

"Never."

Brushing my lips across his skin, I kissed his collar bone. Then his neck. Then his jaw. Soon I had my lips and legs wrapped around him. Straddling him, I was rubbing against his dick with folds. My libido was alive and raging.

I already had him inside me, rocking hard as I arched back and grabbed his knees behind me. "Kagome...we don't have to…"

"I want to."

He was groaning. Loudly. "I missed you...so fucking much…."

"I missed...you too."

Turning, I gave him my back and put us at a new angle. His groans turned to yells as I hopped on him. My body was tightened around him, close to coming when he sat up. Wrapping his arms around me he forced me to grind instead of hop.

"I want to see you…"

Watching me over my shoulder, I turned my head as much as possible to look back at him. We watched one another as we came. I whimpered his name into his face and he sucked my lips into his mouth.

I slowed but we remained attached. Our lips, his cock, we were one and unmoving save for our mouths as they melded together.

There was no one who would ever make me feel like this. Like I was safe. Loved. It didn't matter what he did, it would never change. I was hopelessly and irreversibly attached to Inuyasha.

Gently pulling free, I stared into his molten eyes. "I knew it. I knew you'd wreck me." He looked offended and I smiled. "You've wrecked me for any other man ever. I'll always only want you."

"Good."

oOo

Inuyasha must have known, probably doing it many times while I was...away. But when I woke the next morning after several more rounds of sex and Inuyasha forcing me to put on clothes, Sota was snuggled up to me. Moroha was snuggled up to Inuyasha.

At some point, while I was gone, Inuyasha had started to let the kids sleep in the bed with us.

It was probably the only way he could get them to sleep. And himself. I had been contemplating another round or two of fucking before the kids got up but that was shot to hell. But I couldn't find it in myself to be mad.

I disconnected myself from Sota and he curled into Moroha, Inuyasha wrapping an arm around him too. Taking a moment to drink in the image, Inuyasha and his children all wrapped up and asleep together, I left for the kitchen.

The cook didn't really do breakfast. A series of pastries, cereals, juices, and whatever else was in the fridge were what we had every morning. Making coffee was always my first step, watching it drip into the large carafe of the very fancy and Italian coffee machine was hypnotic. It took me a month to learn how to use it and even then I only made black coffee. It could make lattes if I knew how.

Only a few sips in when I nearly dropped my cup completely, Inuyasha appearing in the kitchen doorway looking flustered and freaked out. Once his eyes landed on me there was a clear loss of tension in his entire body. A body that he immediately wrapped around me.

"Waking up for four days without you has given me PTSD it seems."

I had to give him that. Closing my eyes last night had been hard, fearing I'd open them up back in Naraku's attic. "Does this mean you're going to be even more protective than before?"

"Do you want me to? Cause I'm seriously leaning towards it."

Pulling from his hold, I turned to face him in his arms. "I'm afraid to ask how that's possible. You were barely tolerable before."

The pained look on his face worried me. It didn't match our current conversation at all. "Kagome...there is something I need to tell you. More things that...you don't know involving my past. Your past. Our past."

"As long as it's not another wife, how bad can it be?"

I didn't like the shift of emotions in his eyes. Or how he gently led me to sit at the small table inside the kitchen's 'breakfast nook'. All my concerns were made worse when he didn't sit across from me. Instead, he crouched at my side as if to keep me from fleeing from his words.

"Kagome...the night your mother and brother died...I was there."

oOo

I didn't really get it but as always, I did as my father asked. It was the only reason I was hanging out with this strange kid who kept looking around as if he was just as uneasy about this pairing as I was.

"Okay, we went to the arcade. We're good now, right?"

Yep. I wasn't the only one completely bored with this evening. "Yeah, we're good."

"Cool. Look, I appreciate you being all friendly and all. I know my dad was happy to see us getting along, what with who your father is. But I'd rather not be forced into a friendship just cause my dad works for your dad."

I felt the same way. "Don't worry, Koga, no hard feelings there."

"I'm right, aren't I? The only reason Inuyasha Tenoe hangs out with anyone is because his daddy tells him to?"

He was irritatingly right but I refused to give him the satisfaction, picking up the pace back to his place. Koga caught on and sprinted ahead of me only to come to a halt less than a block away. I opened my mouth to ask his deal but figured it out quickly.

His house was on fire.

The two-story building was split into two homes and both were now engulfed. With Koga's father on the bottom floor, it would have been impossible for anyone to get out or in now that the bottom floor was mostly ash.

Koga gaped like a fish so I ran around him, getting as close as I could. The heat of the flames licked at my skin before I was hauled harshly back. "Hey, kid! Stay out of this!"

Glaring at my 'so-called' savior, I found a familiar face with the gravel voice. It wasn't hard to put things together. "You did this?"

Youns, a man who worked closely with my father and I had known most of my life, had damaged his throat from the smoke. Add in how he dropped me off here to take Koga away and his two buddies watching the place burn just behind, it wasn't an outlandish accusation.

"Your father ordered it."

"Why?!"

Youns glanced back at his men who were indifferent to my cries. Why would they? Secondborn son would never be in power and I was also just a 'kid'. But Youns has known me long enough to give a shit.

"Look...it's not my place to say but know that Koga is lucky he was spared from this."

Speaking of Koga, I found him on his knees near the flames. His face was flooded with tears, an odd sight knowing the way he was. Koga was far from spared.

Youns and his men were moving to the car to leave and waiting for me to come with. But I just couldn't make myself move from the horror show behind me. "What about the other apartment? People lived there! Did you kill them too?!"

"Calm down!" One of the other men shouted, looking around for ears listening. "They ain't home. Sick relative, they're out visiting!"

They all tensed just as hands grabbed me roughly. I turned back to find a raging Koga holding on to me tight. "You...you did this….you got me out...why? Why did you…"

Youns grabbed Koga off of me even as I protested. Koga deserves revenge. "Because your dad was the son of a bitch that helped kill the boss's woman!"

I couldn't breathe. Youns' words knocked all the air out of my lungs. My father told me, promised me, that he would get revenge for mom's murder. His was what he meant.

I hadn't said a word when he promised because...I wanted it. I wanted revenge for the bastard that killed my mother. And this was it. This was what it looked like. This was the real reason I was here. Father could have sent Sess, the older and more powerful son. But no, he wanted me to see this and be a part of it. He wanted me to help with his vengeance.

Youns was handling Koga and no one noticed me trying not to vomit. Or the little girl slowly approaching the fiery husk. I almost missed her, spiraling hard and fast. Until she started to run, dead set on leaping into the flames. I barely got my arms around her waist before she joined Koga's father and became ash.

"Let me go! I have to...I have to…"

I held on tighter, the girl fighting like mad. Her black curls tickled my nose while her little claws dug into my skin. "Are you crazy? You can't run into a burning building!"

"My...MY FAMILY!"

It was then I realized what she was trying to get to. "Calm down, they aren't home. They're visiting a relative."

She calmed at that and I thought I'd won, setting her back on her feet only for her knees to give out and her back in my arms. "No...no they're home...I went..Sota….Sota was sick…"

"What?" I asked even without wanting the answer.

"They were home! I went alone! My baby brother has...has a cold! I have to save them!"

She leapt, jumped, clawed, scraped for her freedom. But I wouldn't give it. If her family was inside...they were already dead.

"There's...there's nothing you can do. I'm sorry. You'll only die with them now." She was still fighting at my hold so I tried again. "Please. Don't let their deaths be in vain. They'd want you to live on."

I didn't need to know them to know that was true. And this girl was a fighter, trying to get away and to her death just to try and save her already dead family. It reminded me of my mother, every bit stubborn and courageous when it came to her family. When it came to me.

Every pull at my hold and scream of horror from the girl had my stomach lurching. I did this. I helped. Not only did I get Koga out of the way but I said nothing. I knew it was strange the whole time, getting forced to hang out with a lowly soldier's kid. And I knew my father would get vengeance. I had supported it, prayed for it, wanted karma to give me my satisfaction.

They say be careful what you wish for and now I never wanted to wish for anything ever again.

The girl finally collapsed from her grief and anguish. Turning her big blue eyes on me, I watched them swell with tears, puffy and red as they spilled out endlessly. "You're safe now."

A shuddering breath and she blinked away a few tears. "I don't know you."

"I'm Inuyasha. And I've got you now. Nothing bad will ever happen to you again." A promise I wanted to keep more than anything.

I held her still, pulling her into my arms and taking her back towards the car. Koga was in a similar state, Youns holding most of his weight from the ground.

"She lived upstairs. And her mother and brother were home when you guys set the place on fire!" I roared, somewhere deep inside of me on fire as well.

At least they looked remorseful, even if fleeting. "They should have stuck to their plans. Nothing we can do now."

One of the men offered but it gave little reprieve to me. The girl was a victim and I was the one who wronged her. A debt I wasn't sure I could ever repay. Koga eyed the girl in my arms for a second and then laughed with a dead look in his eyes. "That's Kagome. She's eight. Her brother was three I think. Father died years ago. So now, she's an orphan."

"She has family," Youns grumbled, "she was out visiting them. It's why she's alive!"

I stared at her small face, cheeks stained with tears. Her teal eyes stared up at nothing, flicking around while she thought things through. They were beautiful, the prettiest eyes I'd ever seen in my life. And unlike Koga's they were still full of life. This wouldn't break her, she was a fighter. Strong and willful, I could tell that already. It made my heart thump in a strange pattern at the thought. Like hell I was going to leave her here like this, watching her life burn to nothing.

"Then we should take her to them."

oOo

It had been hard, as a fourteen-year-old, to keep up with anyone on my own. It mostly meant me sneaking off and watching her from a distance. Koga was easy to keep track of, getting deeper into the family now that he had no one. For some reason, he was allowed to live in the house. I didn't question it, in fact, I welcomed it.

But Kagome? Her grandfather lived in a small apartment on the other side of town from my home. It took an hour just to get there by bus. But I did it, went to see her at least once a week.

She seemed to be doing fine. Morose, as anyone would be. No more than I at the loss of my mother. Whenever kids gave her a hard time, she didn't back down. She was ferocious and I respected her all the more for it.

The grandfather looked more like he needed her care. Hardly capable of helping Kagome with much of anything. That was why she was always the one going to the store. I had no doubt she cooked too.

Even with all she'd lost, I watched as she went to the market, a spring in her step, humming a little tune. It was easy to get lost in Kagome, her bright and shiny happy face only made her glow all the more.

It was why I noticed right away when that faded.

It had been maybe a year since she moved in with her grandfather when she stopped smiling. I worried it was the grandfather abusing her. But after a few nights spent hanging outside their door or on their fire escape, I saw no signs of anything more than a loving man caring for his kin as best he could. So what had changed?

He was coughing a lot today. So much I was ready to call an ambulance when one showed up for him. Kagome was still nowhere in sight and her school had been out for a while now.

Men helped the grandfather into the back of the ambulance, speaking of taking him away for more care while he cried out for Kagome. But she didn't come. Then or the next day. Or the next.

I searched. For months I searched for her as best I could. But barely sixteen, it was hard. Especially without any help from my father. I didn't want him knowing about my little...obsession. The last thing I wanted was for him to have any kind of leverage on me.

Months turned into years but I still didn't give up. It was going to get me into trouble but the longer Kagome's location was unknown to me the more the anxiety grew in my chest. I was barely sleeping at this point, using all my spare time to comb the streets, asking around about a girl with teal eyes. But no one could help me.

College was a good distraction, the ache of losing my bright-eyed beauty never fading from my heart or mind.

At least I had a future I could look forward to. Father wasn't pleased, informing him I had no intention of joining his side. It was made worse when I told him I wanted to go into law. But I didn't care, ever since he killed those people, Koga and Kagome's family, I wanted nothing to do with him. Well, that's not true. I wanted to be the one to lock him up and throw away the key. I needed a degree to do that so I pushed forward.

A criminal law degree gets you a lot of privileges. One of which was the help of the databases of people and faces. As well as facial recognition technology at your fingertips. I'd be lying if all that wasn't also a large motivator in my quest for success. Becoming a prosecutor was really just a means to an end.

I had to assume my father calling me to his house had to be due to me locking up some of his colleagues. Aggravated assault wasn't the worst thing they were guilty of but it was the best I could do. And I was happy with what I'd gotten. That is until I saw the smirk on my father's face, entering his office where I was led.

"Inuyasha. Good to see you."

"Wish I could say the same. What is this about?"

My eyes flicked to movement, Sesshomaru stood to the side. This wasn't going to be good, both 'bosses' here in one place?

"It's about you! And your future within this family."

I huffed, "I have no future with this family."

"I beg to differ. I need your help with something. A business merger."

"I'm not that kind of lawyer, father."

He laughed and the hair on the back of my neck stood on end. "No. But you're a man of good standing and respectability. Your job and family title makes you quite an asset to me."

"What the hell does that mean?"

I was angry. Pissed because once again my father wanted to use me it seemed. And I was right but I'd never expected something like this.

"You're going to marry Kikyo Takahashi. A fortuitous and great match if I do say myself."

Seething, I struggled to speak. So I did so through gritted teeth. "The hell I am. Who the fuck is she and why the fuck would I marry her?"

"For your inheritance?" When that didn't phase me, my father tried again. "Alright. Then...for Kagome."

"What?!" Now I could barely breathe.

"I know about your hobby and I know you've been looking for her. She's in a girls' home on the south side of town. Lovely little place. She is safe and happy and...blooming. And if you want her to stay that way, you'll do as I say!"

I'd been a fool, thinking for even a second that my secret was safe. Of course, father knew. And he had far more resources than I had all these years. He probably knew where Kagome was the entire time I wasted searching. None of it mattered now, because he had her and therefore he had me. I had no choice at all.

"Fine. But you don't touch Kagome ever."

oOo

The place was disgustingly garish. I'd never held any interest in places like these but it wasn't my decision. All I was there for was to sign the checks.

"What do you think?"

Taking my eyes away from the cluster that was the place in general, Koga waited expectantly for my response. "Does my opinion matter?"

"No. It doesn't."

"Then do as you please."

Koga huffed and crossed his arms in defiance. "I hate this. But I got no choice do I?"

"No. Not if you want this place you don't," I answered, shaking my head, "you'll never be able to afford it on your own…"

"The last thing I ever wanted was your help. Or to be under your thumb ever, Asshole. So know I'm doing this cause I ain't got a choice."

"I know," he'd said it several times already, "but I owe you don't I?"

"Don't think this makes everything square. We'll never be even until I can take someone you love away from you like you did me!"

"You really want to do that? Sink that low?"

Koga grimaced as he thought it through. "Guess it would depend on who you love. If you ever love anyone but yourself."

I did love someone but like hell, I would ever tell him that. Not with him threatening them five seconds ago. It was a good thing Kagome was far away in her own little world from me. She would only ever be in danger with me. Just like my mother.

"Even your own wife left you. Do you give a shit about anything?"

Koga was still going on, trying to have some kind of fucked up conversation with the guy responsible for his father's death. The man now paying for him to open his own strip club so he was out of my family's damn business. A clean start from the people that messed up his life.

"I care about justice. Which is why you're here and why you're going to help me if I ever need it."

oOo

"I don't like it, Boss."

I didn't like how Koga was calling me Boss. Reminded me of my father but that was probably the point. Ever since the old man passed, Koga had been far more amiable towards me. But now he was getting antsy.

"He's just going to come in for a drink or two like usual. All you have to do is give me a heads up if he moves!"

"I still don't like it. He talked some of my girls into quitting last month!" Koga griped but that was important information.

"What? Why didn't you tell me?"

"They gave notice and left. No big deal. Other than making me short staffed!"

I'd have to check into it later. For now, I had other places to be. "I'll look into it. Just watch him tonight!"

Few had questioned my ties to the Tenoe family but once I became ADA on my own merit, any and all rumors stopped. And now my name would help once again, meeting the only cop I'd ever trusted enough to clue him in on my idea as he waited a block away for me.

"Inuyasha." He smirked.

I glared back at him. "It's Sesshomaru tonight. Don't fuck this up, Miroku, or I'll have you demoted back to beat cop."

He held up his hands and looked genuinely afraid. "You got it. Boss."

I cringed again. The second time that night getting called that and neither time could I say a thing about it. Koga was being a dick using it and Miroku was just doing his job and playing the part. As was I, pulling my hair back off my neck and tying it up. Anyone who had met my brother would probably know I wasn't him so I had to hope none of his friends were here tonight.

A simple auction and yet I had to hold my vomit and disdain at bay each time a person was pulled or dragged up on the stage.

I recognized Naraku's men in an instant. They were easy to spot, knowing them all by name at this point in my investigation. They were buying humans, drugs, guns, plenty of things I could use against them in court. The only problem was I needed proof that they were buying these things for Naraku and not themselves.

The auction was almost over and it was now or never. All we had was mine and Miroku's account of the evening. No real proof at all. We would need to turn a few people over, use their illegal purchases to our advantage.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have a rare treat today. A martyr. A virginal martyr has offered herself up in order to save her beloved home. Is there someone here kind enough to save her?"

I wasn't the only one confused. There wasn't anything like that listed on the docket. That alone had everyone's interest, including my own. "No. No, no, fuck no what is she doing here?"

It had been years but I would never forget those eyes. They searched over the crowd even with the light blinding her. But they held the same fire and color that haunted me at night, every night.

"Let's start the bids at 5k!"

"Shit!"

Miroku eyed me carefully while I watched the bids being made all around me. They were going to sell her to the highest bidder? What the fuck was Kagome doing here selling herself as a sex slave?! She was supposed to be safe!

The announcer said she was saving her home. Not the girls home she'd been in for years now? That wasn't possible, it was under my family's protection...until my father died.

"Shit!"

"What is it, Boss?" Miroku asked, glaring back at a few who looked my way.

I trusted Miroku but not with this. "The auction is almost over. We need to turn someone before they disappear."

That had Miroku moving deeper into the crowd while I focused back on the auction of the one woman I'd ever thought about past a hindrance. The only woman I'd ever cared about was up on stage while people called out amounts to buy her and her virginity?

Something took over me and the next thing I knew I was transferring money over to some guy named Hero in the back of the club.

I had bought Kagome.

I was far from done here so all I could do was send a car to take her home. And call Koga to meet her. He was the only person who knew Kagome at all and I doubted he would recognize or remember her. Since he worked for me and I needed to get a report on Naraku from him anyway, it would be two birds.

Now I was pacing. The auction hadn't worked out at all as I hoped. I wanted info on Naraku, not buy a person like meat. But it was Kagome and if I hadn't been there she would be in someone else's hold right now. That thought alone was enough to make me seethe so I quickly changed my thoughts to ones more pressing. Like how any second now Kagome was going to walk back into my life.

What would she think of me? A man that helped murder her family bought her at a black market and brought her to the ridiculous house his ex-wife made him buy?

Probably shouldn't tell her about Kikyo. That was too much for one night.

Any other thoughts on the subject were whisked away, the door to my room opening so I shot to one of my chairs to hide. I was such a fucking loser but I couldn't help it. This was Kagome we were talking about! She was the only woman I'd ever thought about. Even my sham of a marriage, the only times sex had been successful, I imagined I was with her instead of Kikyo.

I shouldn't tell her that either. It was even more fucked up.

I'd never been able to explain how her eyes had enraptured me. How her silly sweet ways had possessed me. How I had an animalistic urge to protect her even without either of us knowing one another well at all. And that was all I wanted, to protect her.

"Strip."

My blood was boiling. What the fuck was Koga thinking? Did he recognize her? Was he fucking with me?

"I said, strip! I want to see the product!"

"That's enough, Koga." I roared.

"I just wanted to make sure she wasn't armed, Boss."

I couldn't look. This night was shit and Koga was only making it worse. I was ready to pop and kill him. "Get out." The silence left me worried that Kagome had left too but I still couldn't make myself look. "Come here."

It felt like an eternity and a heartbeat all at once, the time it took for Kagome to stand before me. The fire lit her from behind, showing me the full figure she now had as a woman. I'd been so frantic at the auction, all I'd really taken in was her eyes. Now before me in all her glory, I was blown away by the woman she'd become.

She was gorgeous.

My dreams were no comparison as all I really had to go on was black curls, blue pools for eyes, and an energy that made my heart thump hard in my chest. All of that was there and more as my heart pumped blood hard to other parts of me. It was suddenly far too warm in this room. And Kagome was shivering.

A flush covered her lovely cheeks when I looked up, visible even in the shadow of the light. And as I found her eyes, I saw the darkening in them but not what I expected to see.

There was no recognition in her eyes at the sight of me.

Kagome didn't remember me. But that was fine. Better even. I could work up the nerve to tell her who I was at some point. Until then, I'd just play the part. Because as long as she was safe I would be happy. She could finally be in my sights always so I never had to worry about her again. That would be enough.

Or I had to hope it would be, my body threatening to sweat the longer she looked at me with those doe eyes of hers. Releasing a puff of air didn't help much either with getting into character. "What the hell am I supposed to do with someone like you now?"

"I can work."

She was still scared. I could hardly blame her. All that she had been through this night alone? It only made me want to protect her more. But I couldn't have her working in the office with me. It would bring up questions. And the answers would get her hurt.

"The only place I can put you is the club and can't have a virgin working there." A virgin that looked like her would have the men pissing themselves to touch and taint her. That had me stressed and agitated too but I could make Koga keep a close watch on her at the club. "You can't even dance, can you? What can you do?"

I really, truly hoped she didn't know how to dance. I seriously doubted that she could but I wanted to make sure before I put her to work with Koga. Last thing I wanted was her up on any stage ever again.

Out of nowhere, she dropped to her knees before me. It was far too easy for her to reach for my belt too. Before she could do more and make it hard for me to stop her, I grabbed her hands and stopped her myself. "You're a virgin aren't you? Don't drop to your knees so fucking easily!"

Tossing her hands out of my hold kept me from touching her any more than that. Because I was desperate to pull her up into my lap.

I was struggling. I didn't give a shit if she was really a virgin or not but there was something taking over my mind and making me say things I really shouldn't. "Take off your clothes." She had hesitated when Koga told her to strip but when I said it, she moved too quickly. "Slowly!"

This was bad. A terrible, terrible idea. But since she stood before me, the fire at her back, and I saw her grown-up body all I wanted was to see all of it.

And now I did, Kagome stood naked before me and my body was crowing to touch, taste, and feel her. This was a really bad idea especially since I was supposed to be playing a part here. "What's your name?"

"Kagome."

"Kagome?" I played dumb.

"Kagome Higurashi."

I knew that. I'd always known it. And I dreamed about this moment many times over. Which was why I rationalized, I had her sit in my lap and put my fingers inside her.

I didn't know a damn thing about hymens. Or what a virgin did or didn't feel like. But I was pretty sure they felt like this, her tight around just one of my fingers. I watched her eyes darken again before adding another. I had lost my mind, holding Kagome on my lap, the lap of a stranger, and fingering her.

Her head went back and my mouth was on her neck without question. Tasting her skin, it was like finally getting a drink of water after being stranded in the desert. Sweet and satisfying.

And yet I couldn't stop.

Taking us both to my bed, my mind screamed at me to stop. But it was the back of my mind, buried deep now under need and want. I needed Kagome because I had wanted her for so long. I wanted her in my life, wanted her safe and happy. And a really fucked up part of my mind was whispering "you can make her happy".

Using my shirt, I tied her wrists down. Because if she touched me I didn't know what would happen. I was already out of my mind looking at her naked body on my bed. I somehow managed to keep up the lie, making up some bullshit about her scratching me. With it out there, God did I want her to scratch me. Which would be hard to explain if she did it somewhere work would see.

I didn't want anyone knowing about her. Because Naraku had eyes and ears everywhere in this town. So not even work would know about her, not until I was sure it would be safe. How many people saw me buy her today? And how many of them would share that with Naraku?

No one could know not even Kagome.

Licking her nipples distracted me effectively. Because I was getting her into so much danger being with me. There was no hope because I couldn't stop. Not when I was a teen, obsessed with my regrets and not now, a man desperate to connect himself to the only woman I'd ever felt anything for.

It was crazy because I loved Kagome and she didn't even know my name.

"Inuyasha." She looked confused, still not remembering me and I ignored the hurt in my chest, making up another lie. "That's my name. So you can yell it when you come."

She was angry but too turned on to really care. I could see it in her eyes and feel it in her body. She wanted me too. And that only fueled me more, making me cocky.

She squeezed me tight when I pushed inside. Halfway in and I was so close to coming, I had to stop. I made sure to say something dickish. That got the flames in her eyes again and also calmed mine. Enough to thrust the rest of the way inside her.

And shit, it felt good. I wasn't new to sex. I wasn't an expert by any means. Maybe that's why, my lack of good sexual experience, that Kagome felt fucking amazing. My hips agreed, moving on their own. But I had to stop them before I came too soon.

Focusing on us made my whole body purr. I was inside of Kagome, we were one, our bodies were together in the most intimate way possible. Damn, even thinking about it was going to make me come.

So I pressed on her womb, right above where I was inside her. "Kagome." Say something dickish, say something dickish, say something dickish, "I'm right here, right now.."

I didn't mean it was an insult but she knees me anyway, causing me to chuckle. Which made me tremble inside her and I couldn't stop myself from thrusting again and again and again.

"Say my name, Kagome… when you come… I want you to… fucking scream it."

I wanted her to so bad. Wanted to pretend she remembered me, thought of me as I had her. As fucked up as that was, I wanted to be her world.

"Inu...yash...ah...AH!"

She tightened around me, coming, and I came right with her, groaning as my entire body tensed with pleasure it had never known before. Not on this level. That would be the only problem with Kagome being a virgin. She would never know if I was the best she'd ever had because like hell I was letting her go again.

I wanted her. Wanted her more. But all I had done was fuck everything up. She didn't remember me at all, I was just the guy that bought her freedom and here I was, fucking her.

What the hell was wrong with me?

It was a strange mix of satisfaction and regret that billowed inside me now. And neither kept me from wanting to fuck her again already.

I had to get her out of my bed. Needed her not to be naked and looking so damn sexually satisfied.

More than anything I needed to stop thinking about how I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her because that was not up for discussion right now.

She was about to pass out so I carried her. If she stayed in my bed all night I didn't know what I would do or say to her. But none of it would be fair, not with what she'd been through tonight.

I took her to a room close to mine that had only recently been vacated by one of my former maids. It was luck actually, the maid had left to get married and left a boatload of her clothes behind. Something about shipping them to her later but now I would just pay her for them since it looked like Kagome was going to be wearing some of it. She came with nothing more than the clothes on her back. Clothes that were currently on my floor and she was ever so kind as to remind me of that. The venom in her tone was justified, I had nothing to stand on against her or it. I deserved her anger.

Because like it or not she was now in my life again and this time I was sure I couldn't let go.

oOo

Inuyasha had switched from crouching to kneeling on one knee by the time he finished his story. My mind was everywhere and nowhere at the same time.

"I'm...I'm not sure what to say…" he shifted, uneasy, "I don't remember you at all from that night. I don't remember any of it, other than seeing my home on fire and someone talking to me on the way to my grandfather's…" it hit me like a ton of bricks, "that was you?"

He nodded and things made sense. Why his voice had such an effect on me from when we first met? Or rather the second time, even though I'd forgotten h I'd always thought I'd made up the person who spoke to me that night because they could only have been a cop or an angel in my mind. It had been so soft and yet firm, reassuring even though I couldn't remember a single word that was said to me.

"You were in shock the whole way to your grandfather's. So I just promised your safety and revenge." Inuyasha whispered, his tone matching my memory to a T.

"Revenge? How am I supposed to get that?"

Inuyasha has his arms around me, one on the table before me and the other on the back of my chair as if to cage me. "Right now. I told you what happened and now you can get your revenge. I love you, Kagome. Always have. So if you were to walk out the door it would break me like nothing ever has or will again."

"What?!"

"You're a free woman. You can do as you please. You don't have to be with me, you don't have to be with anyone. It's your choice and as much as I hope you'll choose me, I can't expect that. And I won't force you either."

He was asking me to choose? Nothing was making any sense. I'd just gotten home and now he was asking me if I wanted to leave it? But he had lied to me and not just about his relationship status. He had lied about a lot of things including his reasons for bringing me here in the first place.

"Is all of this penance? Did you bring me here to make up for what you did to my family?"

He was silent, staring right into my eyes as if to search for my answer while giving me his. "Sort of. I didn't want you on that stage. It wasn't where you belonged."

"Where do I belong then?"

He shook his head, "I can't answer that."

I couldn't think of a time in my life in which I had so much freedom. Never had I ever had the power of choice before. And I had no clue what to do with it. "I need...some time."

Inuyasha didn't stop me as I rose and went around him, leaving him behind on his knees in the kitchen.

One chapter left!

#inukag #inuyasha fanfiction #inuyasha fandom #inuyasha x kagome #au #inukag week #wrapping this up #faulkner writing

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typicalmidnight · 5 years

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right in front of you

a/n: apparently this fic got deleted so here i am like a year later posting it again. and yeah this was my first fic, so here’s some shitty writing and something that i meant to put into a series that i never did.

pairing: peter parker x reader summary: Peter Parker has always been your best friend, but he can't see that you like him as more than just a friend. You're getting upset because he can't see that his true love is right in front of him. Based on the song Right In Front Of You by MattyB. characters: reader, Peter Parker, MJ, Ned Leeds, Liz Allen includes: angst, not really any fluff sorry, hurt!reader, my terrible writing, possible ooc peter, mj, and ned, idk im new sorry! word count: 1, 215 a/n: AHHHHH THIS IS MY FIRST FIC!!! i feel like my first fic shouldn't be a multiple parter but oh well. this sorta feels like it shouldn't just be in one so ya. i'm not sure if i wrote the characters correctly, i'm new at writing and also new to the fandom. i really only have other fics to go off of so idk how good this is. also HUGE THANKS to @celestial-parker and @so-many-freaking-ships for their tips about writing. they are both super awesome writers so check them out! other writers who are better than me you should check out: @celestial-parker @so-many-freaking-ships @galaxy-parker @marvelousheroes @delicately-written

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"Hey Y/N! What's up?" Peter exclaimed, seeing you in the hallway a Midtown.

Peter. Peter Parker. He had been your best friend, for as long as you could remember. Ever since he had moved into the apartment beside you, you two had been fast friends. He told you everything, and you told him everything. You knew about him being Spiderman, how Flash bullied him, Uncle Ben, and how much he loved Liz.

The last thing was the hardest. He was head over heels for Liz Allen, oblivious to how much you liked him. It was extremely obvious to everyone, including your other best friends, Ned Leeds and Michelle Jones. Obvious to everyone except for Peter Parker himself.

"Hey, Peter. I'm super tired, I was up super late last night studying for that biology exam we have. I'm kind of worried about it, I don't think I'm going to do that well." you replied.

"Don't worry, you got this. You're smart." Peter said, smirking.

You smiled back. "Thanks, but I still think I'm gonna fail."

Peter rolled his eyes in response. He opened his mouth to say something, then stopped. You followed his gaze and glared. Of course, he was staring at Liz. You did have to admit, she looked really pretty that day. She looked pretty every day and you could see why Peter liked her. And while you never wanted to actually be her, you always wondered what life would be like if you were more like Liz. Maybe Peter would like you back. Maybe it would be you he stared at and obsessed over. Maybe life would be perfect.

A sharp voice snapped you and Peter out of your dazes.

"Hey. Hey! Losers? Whatcha staring at?" MJ questioned.

"Oh hey MJ. Hey Ned. Just... um..." Peter stuttered.

"Liz?" Ned asked, a grin on his face.

"Uh... ya," Peter admitted.

Ned glanced at you, and you shook your head slightly, warning him not to say anything. The four of you stood there for a moment before MJ broke the awkward silence.

"Y/N, we should get to homeroom," she announced. "See you guys later?"

The two of you walked off, and you turned around and made eye contact with Ned. You sent him a look that you hoped he would understand to mean 'don't you dare say anything to Peter'. He winked back, and you groaned. Ned was infamous for being one of the worst secret keepers in the school. Looking back at Michelle, you saw that she was smirking, watching you.

"Oh shut up." you groaned.

"I didn't say anything," she replied, still smirking.

"Well, I know what you're thinking."

"Oh really? And what's that?"

"You're mentally teasing me for having the biggest crush on Peter Parker."

"Actually, I'm... No that's true. I am mentally teasing you. But I'm also thinking that you should either tell him or move on. You can't waste your life on him."

"You think I'm not good enough for him, don't you." you sighed.

"Of course not!" your best friend replied. "He obviously likes you back, you just don't see it. I'm just saying that if neither of you does something about it, you're both going to be miserable."

"He doesn't like me MJ."

"Ya right," she scoffed. "You two are both just blind idiots who don't have a clue."

"Thanks," you replied sarcastically. "You're nice."

"And that's why you love me!" she joked.

You rolled your eyes at her, turning into the classroom. The rest of the morning, you couldn't stop thinking about what Michelle had said. Did Peter really like you? And was MJ right? If you didn't tell him, would you just live your life chasing someone, and never knowing? You just wished things were the way they used to be. When you were younger, and everything was much simpler.

'I’ve been thinking back on the first time You walked up and said, “Wanna play around?” We were both just kids We ain’t ever been in a relationship'

By the time lunch rolled around, you were still immersed in your thoughts about Peter. As you walked into the cafeteria, heading for your regular lunch table with Peter, MJ, and Ned, you spotted Liz, looking perfect, as usual. She was taking selfies with her friends, and as you sat down, the first thing you noticed was Peter staring at her. He paid no attention to you, still captivated by Liz's beauty.

"Hey Y/N! How was your morning?" he asked.

"Oh, it was fine. You know, just a regular day," you replied, glancing at Peter to see if he had moved.

"Hey Peter," you said. "You there?"

"Huh? Oh, hey Y/N, I didn't notice you there." Peter apologized. "I was just... wrapped up in my thoughts."

"Uh huh, I noticed. So how was your morning?" you asked.

"Good I guess," Peter shrugged, turning back to watching Liz. "Isn't she just perfect? I wish she liked me back."

You groaned. Peter couldn't see that you were right there, and you liked him. You decided that you needed some time to clear your head and just get away from Peter. You decided to try and flirt with him one more time, hoping that he would respond.

"Maybe she does. You don't know. You're a great guy Peter. I don't see why she wouldn't like you. There are other people who do." you replied, trying to make it as obvious as possible that you liked him, without explicitly saying it.

"Thanks, Y/N. Maybe she does like me. I guess I AM extremely likeable." he joked.

You sighed. Even when you were practically waving a sign in front of Peter's face with the words 'I LIKE YOU' on it, he took no notice and was still focused on Liz.

"You know what, I'm actually going to head to the library. I have to return a book, so, I'm just gonna go... do that..." you said, fed up with Peter at this point.

Peter seemed like he could care less, but MJ and Ned had a look on their faces that was a mixture of confusion, exasperation, and pity. As you exited the cafeteria, you thought about MJ's words again. 'You should either tell him or move on. You can't waste your life on him.'

'She's right.' you thought. 'If Peter can't see that I like him because he's too obsessed with Liz to notice, then he doesn't deserve me anyway.'

'I ain’t gonna wait much longer If you can’t see that I’m right in front you When I’m standing right in front of you'

Again, you let your mind wander, and it landed back on when you were kids. You couldn't help but think 'what if?' 'What if I told Peter how I felt earlier? What if Peter didn't like Liz? What if Peter liked me? What if I had just been open to Peter how I felt from the start, instead of hiding away my feelings? What if?' If only you could just go back to when you were younger, and change everything...

'And we laugh and we cry And we dream we could fly And we play like we’re tough And one day we grew up and oh If it were yesterday I never should have let you walk away'

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker fic #peter parker angst #lovely fic

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lettersinscarlet · 5 years

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That crack fic thing was clearly a challenge, “you can’t see me” “I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression” “marry me” “is that... my shirt?” “did you just hit me? With a pillow? Oh. It’s on now” “are you... blushing?” “I cant breathe” “How much did you have to drink?” “how is it possible? I watched you die” “how long have you been standing there?” Anyway, good luck 😂😭✌️

WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO ME?????? THAT IS SO MUCH LIKE I CAN’T

This is why I cry, y’all. This is why I cry.

This will go down in history ahhaa as the time @azurebrock broke me.

Just so you know, it has taken me forever to write this, and it is starting to feel impossible to weave these together in something that sort of makes sense. I’ve stopped and started like eight times hahaha

This is terrible but at this point it’s the best I’ve got and idk why you did this to me 😂😂

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“I don’t know if this is going to work,” you stated, anxiously looking at Jessica.

“It’s our only shot,” she replied. You sighed, knowing she was right.

You were in some deep trouble. You had so many people coming after you that you couldn’t count. So you had to do something, and Jessica helped you devise the perfect plan. You were going to fake your death. You had high-ranking connections so you could get the legal documents, it was just doing the act and making it believable.

You took a deep breath before you walked in and had a seat at the table, waiting for your meeting.

The plan was you were joking to “choke to death.” Sure, it was cheesy, but it still happens. And you had a full-proof plan. A bouncy ball to tuck under your arm to stop your pulse, a cord of people you had paid to act like you died, an ambulance on standby, and everything ready.

The person you were having dinner with arrived, and you knew it was showtime. They sat down and your performance started. Who knew that bread could be so easy to choke on?

You were making a few faces, guaranteed to sell the act.

“I can’t breathe,” you choked out. Of course, the person you were meeting with had no clue about the hymlic maneuver, and when you stood up, the people you hired to crowd around you made it impossible for anyone to get to you.

So you fell to the floor, making sure to slip the bouncy ball under your arm. You slowly made it look like you had stopped breathing, considering you had been practice this for a little while. When it was checked, your wrist showed no pulse.

A stretcher was brought in and you were wheeled out to the ambulance. Once you were inside, you changed into the clothes you had brought, tucking your hair away in a baseball cap and putting on sunglasses. Your body double was put on the stretcher so when you got to the hospital, you walked out and “fake you” was wheeled in. Of course, your people had taken great lengths to make sure it looked like you.

You got into the rental car that you had stored in the hospital parking lot and you drove. Your stuff was already in the car, so it was ready to go. You drove way past the city limits, ending up in the opposite of California.

You got to your hotel and after you checked in, you went to the bar. You were in the clear, and you really really wanted a drink.

As you say down, sipping your favorite alcohol, your phone rang. It was from Jessica.

“How’s it going?” she asked when you answered.

“Great. Who knew that dying could be so easy?” you laughed.

You had a quick conversation, going over the rest of your plan with her. You had a quick goodbye and you finished your drink.

“Wow,” you heard a familiar voice say from behind you. You turned and saw Colby and froze. You knew he was probably angry with you, and he had good reason. You hadn’t been able to tell him about your plan, otherwise it wouldn’t seem real. If it wasn’t a genuine reaction from your boyfriend, it wouldn’t sell. You guessed that he must’ve seen the whole thing.

“How long have you been standing there?” you asked him sheepishly.

“Long enough,” he said lowly. Then you saw him get angry. “How is it possible? I just saw you die!” He was trying to compose himself, considering you were in a public setting, but he was furious. “Why would you even fake that?”

You didn’t want to explain to him, so you tried something else. “Uh- then pretend it was real! You can’t see me,” you said, and then sighed. This was ridiculous.

“If you thought that was going to work, then you must be wasted. How much have you had to drink?” he snarked at you.

You got up, trying to get away. “Look, Colby, I really cant explain this to you without putting you in danger. I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression, but I am not drunk or wasted. Just pretend you didn’t see me.”

You walked off, and he stood there, confused and stunned. So you got a head start, but he caught up to you just outside your room.

“(Y/N), wait.” He caught your wrist, and you turned to look at him. “Look, I don’t care if I would be in danger. I don’t care if I have to fake my death with you millions of times. I don’t care if I have to move across the country and back again. I love you, and I want to be with you. So,” he got down on one of his knees and he pulled out a box. He opened and it had a ring in it, one that he thought was perfect for you. “(Y/N) (M/N) (L/N), will you marry me?”

You eyes widened in shock and you teared up a little. “Say it again,” you whispered, trying to make sure the scene in front of you was real.

“Marry me,” he repeated.

“Are you sure?” You looked him in the eyes, trying to see any doubt.

“One-hundred percent,” he answered.

You shook your head yes and you watched his face light up with a smile. He got up and kissed you, a kiss full of love and longing. He pulled away and gently slipped the ring on your finger. How he knew your ring size, you had no idea, but it fit.

You saw him smile and then he stopped for a moment.

“Is that... my shirt?” he asked. You looked down and you saw that it, in fact, was one of his favorite shirts. You smiled and nodded at him.

“I guess so. I really like it,” you answered and you saw him blush. “Are you... blushing?”

“I can’t help it,” he said. “You being in my stuff is absolutely adorable.”

You chuckled before you opened the apartment door and pulled him in. You walked over to the couch and he shut the door.

“But, just so you know, I will be needing that shirt back,” he teased you. You gently tossed a pillow at him, and he caught it before it hit him.

“Did you just hit me? With a pillow? Oh. It’s on now,” he chuckled. He sprinted at you, but you couldn’t get away from him. He got to you and started tickling your sides, and you fell down on the couch. He got down beside you and he looked at you with a bright smile.

“I can’t wait to see what our crazy life is going to be like, you know, with me marrying a dead woman and all.”

You laughed and you booped his nose.

“Guess we’ll find out together.”

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cozyteez · 5 years

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Hii, do u have any tips for writing fics?? I’m so used to writing research reports, lab reports, and formal essays that creative writing has become something I really struggle with. I guess it’s having the freedom to write anything and not knowing how to make sure it’s not corny. I tried outlining a fic one time but it was so frustrating LOLOLOL. Anyways, I love your ateez fics. They are so cute and creative!!

hi !!!! im like rlly touched u asked me and i feel u actually that's why i started this blog; im a biomedical engineering major so as u can imagine i dont get to take much creativity with what i write because writing papers and reports and proposals are so formulaic and u gotta stick to the facts so that being said i actually tested out of all my college writing classes so all my writing knowledge is from ap english in hs lmao so take it w many grians of salt

the #1 thing i do when im feeling sort of unmotivated about a story or maybe like like dragging myself thru mud to write it is to just write the "fun" part first. to me the fun part is usually the climax or maybe the like the "wouldn't it be cute if..." moment that came to mind that inspired me to write a blurb in the first place! then usually once i sort of get the ball rolling on that my brain will help me out and keep the momentum going by thinking of maybe "oohh okay maybe this can happen next" or "oohh and what if this led up to it" or !! just stop there !! something ive learned from my mx writing blog which is like a year older than this one was that you don't owe anybody context especially for a blurb so maybe it really is just 3 sentences of a cute moment u thought of like its whatever ur the one writing it

now for longer fics im going to be honest jongho's first love is my first and only completed attempt at a multi stage coherent story. and that was fueled purely based on the fact that when i look at jongho he just gives off sort a really excited sort of innocence that i wanted to further explore and personify through the idea of him experiencing love for the first time but even then i really struggled w the last part because that's where my personal experience stopped and i had basically nothing to go off of because ive never been in love so i did have to kinda wait for ideas to come to me. for prince yunho i have posted 4 chapters but have all the way through chapter 15 drafted. and by drafted i mean it's like 3 sentences of the overall idea. again, the fic was inspired by the duality between yunho's on stage vs. off stage persona where if somebody was to watch an ateez performance for the first time they may find him very serious and maybe even intimidating but atiny would know that his off stage persona (the one he choses to create for us anyways) is very silly and happy-go-lucky and approachable, which is why prince yunho is seen as narameth's strong and stoic pride and joy but in reality he's sort of clumsy but means well. so i let that and his relationship w xenia who is an original character (OC) sort inspire stories or interactions that i force into a plot line. so for example i believe when i first started thinking abt a prince au for yunho i thought "wouldn't it be funny if the first scene started out painting him as this strong and serious man and then cut to him choking on food or something" and that sort of inspired the idea of him being nervous abt the speech and then xenia came out of that because he needed a complementary character imo since i knew he was gonna be kind of one dimensional and then his backstory with xenia inspired other ideas and then one day i was sad and wanted a hug so that inspired a piece of the plot line and so on. so basically: let an idea or even an aspect of somebody come to you and just write it down, let it inspire other ideas. and don't be afriad to completely start over. i wrote a whole chapter for prince yunho and deleted the whole thing because i hated where it was going and started back from scratch. sometimes you have to revisit things abt your characters and their relationships with others to get a new idea. there's a story in every person and every relationship you just have to find the clues

here's an example of what i mean by "write the good part first". this is typically what the very first draft of a blurb will look like for me

((( blah blah blah basically its raining and y/n is sad bc wooyoung broke her heart two weeks ago idk maybe go into it maybe not)))

y/n is all sad and feeling sorry for themselves on the couch theyre past crying but still feel pretty shitty plus it's storming and cold outside. great

there's a knock on their door ofc they have the cliche "who could that be moment" even tho they lowkey know. we literally all know

so yeah wooyoung's there soaked in rain eyes puffy y/n thinks he's been crying

-this would be the "fun part". i'll fix all that garbage up top later or maybe even change it completely idk yet-

"y/n? i - uh. hi"

he sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck while you crossed your arms over your chest, fighting the urge to close the door and walk away for good

"hi? really wooyoung? is that the best you can do?"

(((wooyoung does smth idk)))

"well i just -"

"you just what? showed up here in the rain after you broke my heart and didn't even bother to tell me why? this isn't some romance movie, asshole. you can't just come here late at night and expect to find me all sad and willing to take you back because i'm not. so say what you're gonna say so i can get back to my life"

your face was red hot and you trying very hard, probably too hard, to fight back tears. ((( idk talk some more abt y/n's emotions then what wooyoung is doing)))

"look, i made a mistake i-"

"oh my god! why did i know you were gonna do this. i just knew as soon as i saw you-"

"will you let me get a fucking word in!?"

well that was new. in the entire time you'd known him he had never raised his voice at you like that, your shock causing you to immediately close your mouth and fold your arms back into yourself (((make y/n seem more scared))) noticing your reaction, he lowered his voice back down and instictively reached for you, heartbroken at the way you jerked away from his touch

"please y/n, i'm sorry. i didn't mean to raise my voice it's just that i need to tell you that i regret what i did i regret breaking up with you so fucking much and you don't have to take me back i just need you to know how much you meant, no, mean to me. i still love you, a lot. there's not a day, an hour, a minute, or a single second that goes by that i'm not thinking of you"

"then why?"

your voice was small and wavering, your tears now dangerously close to spilling down your cheeks

"why what?"

"why did you break up with me like that, just all of a sudden"

he pushed his hands into his pockets and looked away

"because that morning i woke up before you and when i looked at you asleep next to me, i saw myself spending the rest of my life with you and it scared the shit out of me"

"why did it scare you?"

"because i just figured you didn't feel the same. i was selfish and wanted to save myself heartbreak down the line and so i told you i didn't wanna be with you anymore, but that was a mistake because it turns out i can't function with out you, i can't breathe without you i can't live without you, y/n. i shouldn't have let you go"

tears were now freely flowing down your face (((okay brain no work anymore y/n kisses him duh and then ofc they make up wooyoung prob says smth cheesy and y/n is like ur lucky i love you or smth ahaha the end)))

tl;dr -> don't be afraid to get messy. creative writing is not nearly as structured as academic/scientific writing. write whatever u want first it can even be the middle of a huge fight scene or some dialogue u think is funny. if ur stuck read what you have or maybe just take a break and let an idea come to you. a story doesnt have to come together til the very end so it can be as messy and out of order as u want until u wanna post it. also i would always use the third person omniscient point of view for a longer story like a chaptered fic as a default and only change if it would impact the plot in a negative way. this is where the narrator knows what every character is thinking/feeling and im p sure a teacher in middle school told me it was the easiest to write and follow

#sorry i got carried away #also rmbr how i was like my brain cant stop imagining dramatic and disgusting love confessions in the rain? i meant like that #it's so chessy ik 😔 bleh #amanda talks

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The Real Royal Highness

Characters: Tom Hiddleston x reader, Matteo (ofc), reader’s parents, Neil (ofc)

Warnings: fluff, teensy bit of angst

Word count: 2.6k (Woah!)

@bemyqueenofdarkness asked:

Hey! I saw that your requests were open so.. Here is one! How about a Tom Hiddleston x Reader, where the reader is part of the royal british family, which was always treated different, like a royal, but she only wants to be famous for his classic singing and treated like everyone else. So what if Tom meets her in one of her concerts in some high society event, and fells in love with her voice, and without knowing who she really is, goes to talk to her.. (I will send another ask with the rest )

Hi again! (?) So when Tom goes to talk to her, she thinks he is going to be like every other man that just interested in her title, but Tom proves her wrong, and the reader realize that he doesn’t know who she really is, so at the end she accepts the invitation to a date from Tom and doesn’t tell him the truth until their date its finally over, and idk, its ends all fluffy and stuff? So.. That its, I hope you really like it, feel free to change whatever you want, and I love your writing! Bye<3

A/N: Another request! I had a lot of fun with this one hence the massive fic. I’ve wanted to write Tom Hiddleston for the longest time so I think this is a good place to start. Also, I have a challenge on right now but only one entry so far so if you would like to enter please message me. Another thing, this fic could be set at any time but for the purposes of a smaller age gap it is set in 2012 xx Masterlist

Story:

I stare blankly into my own eyes in the mirror, lost in my own mind, whilst my stylist braids my hair into the perfectly regal updo to match with my simple yet elegant (and most importantly, rule abiding) makeup. And it all has to flow with the gown that I’ve had fitted: sky blue with a floral detailed bodice and a silk organza train falling from the off-shoulder sleeves. Mother had to approve it all first, of course. Check that no royal faux pas was being made.

“Perfetto mia cara!” Matteo spritzes my hair one last time with hairspray with a wide grin. I can only smile meekly in return, my nerves getting the better of me. He notices, having stared at and studied my face in the mirror for most of my life, and squeezes my shoulder encouragingly. “You have the voice of an angel my darling, they will love you.”

“It’s not my voice that I’m worried about.”

“I know, it is daunting, yes. But, you have been raised for this and I know for a fact that you are ready. And don’t tell the others but you are the most gorgeous princess around.” Matteo assures me, giggling a little. He’s right, about being raised for this. I’ve had lessons from the age of two on public etiquette and persuading the people to like me, it’s just that my time in the spotlight has come much later than most others in the family.

My family are not in direct line for the throne. Far from it. In fact, I think that my father is 15th in line and I come in behind at 16th. For this reason, my family are rarely in the public eye which in turn means that I am pretty much a mystery to most people. They heard the news when I was born and bought the gossip magazines with the first few photos of my childhood but then I dropped off the radar- until now. Mother (and a couple of my uncles and aunties) decided that 26 years was long enough for me to stay quiet and so tonight is a debutante ball of sorts. I will be presented to both my wider family and the world press this evening as Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, eldest daughter of the Duke and Duchess of York and eligible for marriage. That last part, I’m not happy about at all. I’ve barely travelled, I haven’t done most things that other 26 year olds have like clubbing or going to music festivals and I never got the chance to pursue my real dream of being a world class singer.

As a young child, I fell in love with classical music and the opera as well as musicals and playing the piano. I loved music. Mother would sit in her armchair with my baby sister in her knee as I played the family’s grand piano and Father and I would sing the duet. It was like something out of a cheesy Christmas movie. I always wanted to perform though, following in the footsteps of Catherine Jenkins and Maria Callas. However, being royalty meant that I could never do it. I wasn’t allowed to drop everything ‘just to sing’ as Mother put it. It took weeks of begging and convincing before she said yes to me singing tonight. Still, the dream lives on within me.

“Sweet pea, it’s me.” Mother taps on the door. I open it myself, watching the tears well up in her eyes as she looks at me. “Darling, you look wonderful. I’m so proud of you.”

“Thank you Mother. Is it time to start?”

“Almost. Many of the guests are arriving just now so we’ll wait a few minutes before finally introducing you. Are you ready?”

“I think so. Father’s not making a speech is he?” I ask with a moan, having suffered through many of them in the past.

“I would imagine so, yes.” She laughs, opening her arms to give me a hug.

“I love you.” I whisper, holding onto her tightly like in a little child again.

“I love you too sweet pea.”

“Are you ready?” The conductor approaches me and I can only nod. There are a lot of people in the ballroom at the moment and they are all waiting on me to start my performance. The pianist gets seated whilst the string orchestra run their bows along the strings to warm up, the choir take their places and the conductor takes his place behind his music stand. Fiddling nervously with my own hands, I step up to the microphone, all eyes seemingly turning to me. It’s now or never. The first bars of Habanera begin to play and I count them in my head, listening and waiting for my cue to begin. And when I do… it’s like all of my nerves dissipate. I close my eyes eyes and pour all of my emotions into the song without hesitation, getting lost in the music and just having fun with the uplifting beat. I even manage to smile. I finish the final note on a high, raising my arms in the air with a grin from ear to ear. Everybody in the ballroom immediately erupts into applause, thankfully. A little girl walks up to me and hands me a large bouquet of red roses. I thank her before promptly joining my parents and sister.

In need of some fresh air, I make my way outside to the gardens. They’re always beautiful at nighttime with candles flickering in hanging glass lanterns and reflecting off of the many ponds and fountains, wildflowers lining the paths in perfect disorder, fruit trees releasing their blossom into the air like pink snow getting ready to grow their crops and a peaceful silence after all the wildlife has gone to bed.

“Pardon me, might I join you?” An unfamiliar voice asks from behind. It’s a young man, possibly my age or maybe a little older, with short blond curls and stunning blue eyes. He’s tall and friendly looking, a sharp black tuxedo fitted to his slender body. My memory isn’t the best but his face is far from generic.

“Of course you may.” I flash him a charming smile, not too much teeth as Mother would have scolded me for.

“You were beautiful earlier, your singing. Your voice is very impressive for someone so young.” he compliments me, nothing I haven’t heard before, not to sound narcissistic. They tell me I should tour the world and share my talent with the world like that’s not what I’ve been trying to do for the past ten years.

“Thank you, you’re very kind.” My response sounds a little flat.

“Sorry for the terrible ice breaker. I’m Tom.” He reaches out a hand for me to shake. Now that can only mean one thing. Normally, anyone of a lower status must address me as ‘your Highness’ and bow. Everyone else at this event has done so for they now know who I am. Tom must not know who I am.

This is fantastic! Somebody genuine to talk to. I can ignore all of that formal nonsense and just talk like a human being, that’s all I’ve ever wanted!

“It’s nice to meet you Tom. I’m Y/N.” Still no realisation. How clueless is he?

“What a beautiful name!” He smiles sweetly, stepping closer to stand next to me, “Can I ask you a question?”

“Of course, ask away.”

“What is this evening celebrating? I have no idea.” What?! How can he not know? This is good though. I can keep him in the dark for a little longer. Lying is never a good thing but in this case, I think I’ll allow an exception.

“It is a musical showcase of sorts, I suppose. May I ask how you could possibly be here without the faintest clue of what is happening?” I turn to look into those magical eyes of his. I imagine in better lighting I would be able to see him blushing to match with his adorably shy smile.

“Truthfully, I was invited last minute by a friend. I’ve been out of the country for a long time and he called to ask me to join him. Never told me what the event was, my only instruction was to dress extremely formally.” Tom gestures to the tuxedo, fiddling with the bow tie for emphasis. Knowing who he is, I can only assume that the trip abroad involved film cameras and all the glitz and glamour of Hollywood.

“How thrilling. Is this your first time in the presence of royalty?” I can’t help but smirk at the irony of my question.

“No. Though it is my first at a royal residence. Previously my meetings with them have been at theatres and benefits. What about yourself?” he now asks me a question, a genuine look of curiosity in his eyes.

“I have been known to entertain members of the royal family quite regularly actually.”

“I can understand why. You really are a remarkable performer.” Now it is my turn to blush, knowing that he truly means it and there is no ulterior motive at play.

“Thank you, you are very kind. Would you like to continue this conversation on a walk around the gardens? They really are quite lovely.”

“I would be honoured.”

I have never been so excited in all my life! Tom actually asked me to dinner at the end of the evening and here I am in the car, driving to the restaurant like a normal person. Well, half normal: I’m not actually driving myself, the driver is, we’re in an incognito black car and there’s a personal guard in the front passenger seat who will be watching the whole evening from across the venue but other than that, this is the most normal my life will probably ever get. Mother was hesitant to let me go at first meanwhile Father couldn’t have been more thrilled (he’s always been excited at the prospect of grandchildren). The restaurant comes into view through the blacked out windows and the butterflies go wild within my stomach. Neil, the guard, leaps out and opens my door with a small bow before following me inside, close enough to protect me but not too close to arouse any suspicion. As promised, Tom is there waiting for me in the foyer.

“Y/N, you look wonderful!” He greets me with a kiss to the cheek, referring to my dress of choice for the evening.

“So do you. Shall we get to our table?”

“Yes let’s.”

Dinner is as close to perfect as I think it can be. Tom is charming, the food is delicious and if it weren’t for Neil watching from the corner table I think we’d be doing more than just occasionally holding hands. It’s nothing flashy like a horse ride through the gardens and I don’t have my parents watching from the balcony- it’s just so normal. I’ve been on very few dates so I have very little experience with the kind of small talk that’s expected but Tom more than makes up for it. We just click instantly and the topic of conversation flows with ease from work to upbringings to where we want to travel. I never really have to lie about myself, I just leave out some of the truth that would lead to him figuring out who I really am. I never want tonight to end.

Tom walks with me to the foyer, draping my coat over my shoulders and holding onto my hand. Neil gets up shortly after we do, following four feet behind us.

“I had a wonderful time tonight, thank you.”

“I did too. In fact, I wouldn’t mind if we could do this again.” Tom mentions coyly.

“Are you asking me on a second date Mr Hiddleston?” I reciprocate his playful attitude.

“I believe I am.”

“Your Highness, I don’t mean to disturb you but we have a problem.” Neil interrupts, a worrying feeling washing over me in an instant.

“What is it?” I ask him, ignoring Tom for a moment.

“Your Highness?” He parrots in bewilderment; so much for keeping him in the dark.

“Paparazzi spotted outside. Lots of them. The car is parked out the back, we’ll have to go that way.”

“Alright, let’s go.” I sigh. Why do the press have to come and ruin my evening?

We hurry to the car via the kitchens, myself dragging Tom by the hand so that he doesn’t get lost. He’s gone rather quiet which is a little concerning- I hope that he isn’t upset with me. As promised, the car is ready and waiting with the door already opened. Neil ushers myself and Tom into the back before taking his seat in the front.

“Why did he refer to you as your Highness?”

“Because it is a rule that all staff hired by my parents must follow. I don’t really care for it myself.” I explain, trying to remain calm despite the nerves fluttering in my chest.

“Rule? You’re royalty?!” he raises his voice a little, getting rather hysterical for a minute.

“Yes. It’s fine that you didn’t know, hardly anyone did until the ball. It was too re-introduce me to society and to the public eye.”

“You’re Lady Y/N of York…”

“Correct.”

“Wow…” Tom takes a second to think, sinking back into his seat. “Why didn’t you tell me before?”

“Because when I tell people, it’s all they want to talk about, it’s all they see me as. You’re the first person to ever treat me as just an ordinary person.” I confess, staring down at our still intertwined hands. It’s true, whenever I’ve told somebody that I’m of royal descent they change how they are around me immediately and the conversation turns fake. Or they’ll come knowing what I am and they won’t care about me, just the title they could potentially procure from marrying me.

“… Well… I’ve gotten to know the real you tonight and she’s wonderful.”

My driver takes us back to my home, a normal sight for me but I imagine it’s quite daunting for Tom. I squeeze his hand in encouragement as I spot Father stood by the front doors. Neil opens my door again and I step out, bringing Tom with me.

“Darling, are you alright?” Father comes closer, sweeping me into a hug and I have to let go of Tom’s hand for a moment.

“I’m fine daddy, honestly.” I reassure him as he places a kiss on my head.

“And who is this young man?” he spots Tom shuffling from foot to foot behind me.

“This is Tom. My date from this evening.”

“A pleasure to meet you, your Highness.” He nods his head and shakes Father’s hand warmly.

“It’s good to meet you too. I’ve arranged a car for you to take you back to your own home. Between you and me, the beds in this house are a little uncomfortable.”

“Thank you, that’s very kind of you.” Tom laughs, glancing to me. Father bids us both goodnight before turning inside.

“I think he likes you.” I giggle, standing in front of Tom.

“So is there still a chance of a second date?” he asks. I gaze up at him before leaning up on my tiptoes and placing a kiss on his cheek.

“Most definitely, yes.”

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