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Love on The Grid - Formula 1 AU! Yuta Okkotsu - Pt 2.

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PART 1

synopsis: One-night stands were nothing but a necessary painkiller for your inability to cross paths with true love. Your most recent find at a Vegas Club was no different. He was boring, obedient, SLOW! You leave him high and hanging hoping you'd never see him again until you find yourself gawking at a supersized billboard of him on a Vegas highway with the title 'LEGEND RETURNS TO VEGAS'.

genre: some s*xual tension, a lot of fluff, thrill and angst

content: 18+ only. Formula one driver! Yuta x f! reader, use of alcohol, swearing, mentions of sex

word count: 5k

a/n: part 2 came soon because i'm so pumped lolol. Note, In this story, Megumi and Toji aren't related.

WARNING: always use protection!

You sat in your hot, plastic seat with bated breath, like a thousand others, keeping your eyes trained on the asphalt of the track.

Even though it was November, temperatures in Vegas were no good - either that, or the revelation that your hookup from last night is a world-renowned athlete is making you nauseous.

You were in the most uncomfortable position in the entire stands combined, smack in the middle of a fired up Noritoshi and a spiteful Kokichi, who were planning on probably shouting at the top of their lungs for their favorite driver on the grid.

"When's this starting?" You turn to Miwa, a bit nervous.are You nervous to see that man, Yuta, in the middle of his job? What if he doesn't perform well - that would be embarrassing. Oh well, no one here knows about us anyway so it's fine. Except for his number one fan Noritoshi maybe.

"Well, they're almost done with the formation lap, so they should line up at the start line soon. Red Bull's Geto has the pole with a surprise front line seat for Ferrari's Gojo. King Okkotsu is sitting third with Ferrari's second, Itadori Yuji. Then it's Red Bull's Mahito followed by Merc's Toge and - " he goes on and on, speaking jargon and names You don't understand.

"Noritoshi." You stop him in the middle of his enthusiastic speech. "You understand that none of what you said passed through my brain right?"

"Ah well, none of it matters!" He cackles. "When the race begins - you will know who you'll cheer for and who will have you at the edge of your seat. Who gets your heart pumping." He says, fisting his chest. The last bit seemed a bit unintentionally personal but you roll your eyes at him anyway.

The drivers are soon done with their 'formation lap' which Kokichi is nice enough to enlighten you - is a circle they do around the track to prep their tyres for the race and check the tracks and engines. You also see now that Pole is the car sitting first in the starting lineup, as you narrow your eyes at dark, red and blue car zooming its way to ease into the frontmost bracket. That must be the bane of Noritoshi's existence and the Object of Kokichi's desire - Geto Suguru.

Behind him is a flashy red car that earns a deafening roar of cheer as he comes into position. That must Gojo Satoru.

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Behind him, and you find yourself looking really keenly. You spot the teal and midnight black hues of a fiery car, followed by another deafening roar and a partial standing ovation. So that's him. 'Mr. Cute Dick, I don't drink, I am not a virgin'. You smirk at thought of such a wallflower being at the center of one of the hottest sports in the world, in a championship with the highest stakes.

"Looks like Y/N is an Okkotsu fan." Noritoshi claims, grinning sarcastically at Kokichi who replies with a grimace. "No, I clearly saw her looking keenly at Geto."

"Ah, shut up the two of you." You snap. "Let me watch!"

The both of them exchange glances at your sudden interest but humor you as the crowd waits with a chilling silence. The five red lights light up, sounding a beep and you can hear your heartbeat in that moment as they turn green without warning and the race is on!

The set of 20 cars pick up speed at a maddening rate and are soon accelerating through the curves and straights of the track, tailing one another. The commentator is particularly zealous, and you find yourself listening to him with a lot of attention. Your eyes never leave the Teal and Dark vehicle with his tiny head popping out the cockpit, protected by his shiny, silver helmet.

For around 30 laps or so, nothing changes, and the people have started chatting amongst themselves. You slump back down into your seat.

There is some action going on at the back of the line-up with a few of the cars overtaking and re-overtaking one another.

"Well, this is boring…" You admit.

"It has its moments." Noritoshi states. "Oh wait, what's that-"

You turn to the track so fast, your vision goes blurry, and You nearly miss the spectacle.

The second red is quickly closing in on Yuta's Teal but Yuta swivels out of the way just in time, apparently surprising his tail-end as the driver, Itadori, loses control and touches the back of the first red car, Gojo's. Both of them start spinning dramatically and are vaulted out of the race at one of the turns.

"Collision! In the Top Five! Both Ferraris are out!" The commentator is roaring out now, with several people standing to get a better view.

You yourself are concerned for the Ferraris that seemed to have lost some parts of the car, leaving behind a trail of debris. But soon enough, both drivers emerge from their respective cars, with the taller one giving the crowd a thumbs up. He removes his helmet and a layer of clothing to reveal striking snow-white hair and dazzling smile. This sport is too fucking dangerous.

"The collision will be under investigation for sure to see if Ferrari's Number 3, Itadori is at fault! For now, the safety car is out."

You train your gaze on Yuta again. He seems to have taken a different route from the track now, heading towards a group of people, clad in suits and uniforms similar to the colors of his car.

"Hey, what's he doing?" You ask Noritoshi. You almost hear Kokichi mumbling "Oh shit." under his breath.

"That's a pit stop. Change of Tyres. Now is a brilliant time for this." Noritoshi says, his lips quivering. Is he really that excited for Yuta.

"The Safety Car has been taken off and with Mercedes' Number 7 quick thinking, Okkotsu takes the lead of the race!" The commentator announces earning a barrage of cheer from the crowd and a giant sigh from Kokichi.

"But not far behind him is Red Bull's Number 4, Geto, fastest car of the crop, who is looking to overtake… He has the DRS on and, and…." You don't need to listen to the commentator anymore because You see it happening and You almost let out some weird feral choke as Yuta barely, barely manages to keep his lead and the vicious, red and blue car accepts defeat, staying behind. You finally breathe out when You see Yuta gaining some speed and maintaining a good distance between him and Geto.

Kokichi pokes your shoulder and gives you a look of immense worry when You realize You are literally gripping your hair at the roots with both hands.

"ah, hah!" You laugh nervously, letting go off your now scrunched up hair. You lean back again as they announce the final lap and with no difficulty, as the checkered flag is waved, Yuta's Mercedes finishes first, with Geto behind him, followed by the other red bull, Mahito.

All of us rise to give the winners a standing ovation as confetti is blasted into the air and fireworks decorate the already shimmering Vegas skyline. You watch in wonder at the colors in the sky as Yuta pumps his fists up, getting out of his car and running over to his team.

"Good win, bro." Kokichi smiles at Noritoshi, who You now notice is on the verge of tears.

You see Yuta remove his helmet, but You can only make out his dark hair from this distance. You don't stop yourself from pouting at the disappointment. Why do You feel like You deserve being close to him right now. Maybe your good-luck suck off today guaranteed his win.

You see him disappear into the pavilion and ask Noritoshi if we can take a closer look at them.

"Close is not close enough to get their autographs but I can get you close enough to see their faces." Noritoshi claims and You give him a smile of gratitude.

"Geez Y/N. Did I really convert you in one race? Can't say if I'm prouder of you or myself." He jokes.

We stand for the Japanese national anthem as we cheer for the winning drivers receiving their trophies and drowning each other in champagne. Geto Suguru doesn't seem to be too keen to join into the racket, but Mahito wants to push the whole bottle down Yuta's throat. You smirk at the view. No teetotalling today?

As the crowd disperses out of the stands, we make our way through as well. You are tightly holding on to one of Miwa's and Momo's hands, each.

Noritoshi guides us through a few sections of the crowd and through a few random nooks and alleys of the arena until we reach what seems like a back gate. You see that a sizable yet dealable crowd is already standing there with Cameras and posters and shirts in hand.

"Well, this is a guarded secret, so not many know." Noritoshi winks at us. Today You are glad You became friends with his girlfriend, Momo.

We join the rows of people, but you fight your way to at least the second from start row, earning a lot of swears and some chick even trying to pull your hair.

You gaze at the gate with hope. One last look. Just to curb your excitement. It's just excitement nothing else. I'll be done after this. I'll go back to your city and drown yourself in work. None of this ever happened…. but why do You feel oddly bitter.

Is it because You realized Yuta and You are worlds apart? You are just an ordinary, honest worker - a commonality. Whereas he a star athlete, loved by the masses and with access to as many options as he wants. But what You have learnt from your past is, people can be as special or common as they want - a person who wants to find options, will always go out in search of options.

And as if to prove your point, You feel an ominous buzz in your hands right as You hear the doors open. You check your phone to see the screen flashing "Megumi Baby." right onto your face. You don't react or move; You simply glare at the screen. You are unable to breath as memories come flooding in.

Promises, nectar-soaked words, caressing your face with the deepest look of love. His bare back shining with sweat as he pounded into a girl from your workplace that YOU had introduced to him as your coworker. Him turning around, expressionless, leaving without giving you an explanation. Him telling you that you were expecting too much of him and You should have never assumed we were a thing since he was just trying new things in life.

All of it comes back to me, not particularly with ease. It washes over you like a tsunami. Completely drowns me. It's not until the incessant shouting of the crowd brings you to your senses that You snap out of your trance.

"Yuta! Yuta!" the people cheer. "Look here, please, just once. Yuta!"

You stare in horror as You spot Yuta's back getting into his matte black car. You are only able to see a small fraction of the back of his head and his white shirt.

You missed your chance.

You look back at the still ringing phone and want to smash it to bits. Fuck you, Megumi. Fuck you.

The first thing You do is cut the call and block his vile number. Then You try to scream out Yuta's name too in a futile attempt to get his attention, but You are not loud enough.

Amazing.

You start laughing to yourself now.

What was the point of this?

You recall yourself looking in the mirror at your apartment, coaching yourself to make this a pleasure trip. You would hookup with the best guy You could find, forget Megumi for good and move on with your life. So, whatare You doing now?

That guy Yuta would probably head to some lavish after party now and have a string of the prettiest girls in the world willing to suck him off. What use is it down?

The realization nearly brings you to tears. You should have never tried. You slowly retract your raised hands and sink back into the crowd, letting them continue their cheers. You turn back and slowly make your way out of the crowd and towards your friends.

"Wow, Y/N. Even Noritoshi and I didn't go that far in. You good?" Kokichi asks.

"Y/N, sweetie, you look like you're about to throw up what's wrong?" Momo asks me, cupping your face while Miwa rubs your arm.

"Megumi called…" You admit and all of them show a violent shift in expression.

"You haven't blocked that asshole yet?" Miwa asks, furious. You shake your head. "I just did."

"Y/N. You better not maintain any contact with him. He's the absolute scum of-"

"Hey, hey there miss." Suddenly our discussion is interrupted by a polite voice. We all turn around to see two men in suits and glasses standing tall and strong, waiting behind us. They look oddly familiar somehow with the waxed-up hair and somber faces. One of them has a scar near his lips and the other has his hair in a messy bun.

"Miss, are you the one who took Mr. Okkotsu out of the Four Seasons Club last night?" One of them, the bun guy, asks in a business-like fashion, pointing at me. Ah, now You remember them. The two lookers from the club last night, hiding Mr. wallflower behind their broad backs.

Scarface gets a call before You could reply though.

"Yes, Mr. Okkotsu. We're on our way. Well, we have a surprise for you." he tells Mr. Okkotsu mischievously. You narrow your eyes at the word "Surprise."

Scarface exchanges a knowing look with Bunhair and both of them cage you in.

"Would you like to see Mr. Okkotsu, again? It's not like we can force you, but he gave us specific instructions to find you and let him know."

"I didn't make him out to be a stalker you know." You say sarcastically, pondering if You should accept their offer. your friends do give you a strange look and You almost want to tell at least Noritoshi what's going on. But before You can take a call, You get a beep from your phone. This time it's a fucking EMAIL from Megumi.

Jesus, this man.

"I'm coming." You say abruptly. "I'll meet up with you guys later." You tell your friends as they give you looks of utter confusion.

"And burn this shitty device please." you say, tossing your phone towards Kokichi. "At least until I get some sort of restraining order against Megumi."

You exchange a look with Noritoshi and he knows in his heart that You will certainly get an autograph for him.

The two men take surround you as they guide you towards the waiting car. A matte black Lambo. They make sure to hide you from prying eyes, which isn't too hard with their gigantic muscular bodies.

You take a deep breath before You open the door and slide in.

Yuta and you share a good 10 seconds of absolute silence. Honestly, he looks like he's about to fracture his jaw from how wide his gaping mouth is getting. The two men climb into the front and openly laugh at his expression.

"Really, Okkotsu?" they say in unison.

"Wh-wh-wha-" He stutters.

"If you're that offended to see me, I can get out." You tease him, knowing he's going to grab your arm and make you stay. That's exactly what he does.

"Sorry, I was just surprised." He regains his composure. "Well, it's good to see you again, after last time…"

Uff, he shouldn't remind you because you wouldn't be able to control your cheeks getting flushed. There is another round of awkward silence before he decides to continue.

"Ah, right. You left your undergarments in the room last night, I thought you'd want them back so I-" before he can say anything else you slap your palm onto his lips, turning an embarrassing shade of tomato red.

"Not here, not right now!" You whisper-yell at him but his bodyguards/managers/goons/whatevers are quick to catch onto the conversation. Scarface who's driving the car gives you a perverted whistle without turning back and Bun-guy merely hums to himself, pretending to not have heard anything.

"T-Toji, that's impolite!" Yuta shouts at the scarface driver, turning red himself.

"It's not an uncommon thing with you. Aren't you creating quite a collection anyway?" The bun-guy butts in, leaving Yuta defenseless.

"Todo!" he yells at him too and slumps back into his seat, hiding his face. You study him. This was the champion race car driver an hour ago - and now he's a blushy, awkward, highly embarassing puddle.

"Collection, so you do this a lot huh?" You poke him.

"Absolutely not!" He sits up again. "Last night, I just…"

Now you're interested. Sounds like he broke a rule for you.

"Last night what?"

"Well, I just-"

"Oh my god, speak up, Okkotsu!" Toji screams from the wheel.

"Nevermind!" Yuta retorts and grabs your hands. "Are you coming to the after-party or not?"

"Well, I don't have a gown or anything…" You reply, looking down at your very non-party like clothing - a pin strip pant suit.

"Honestly…" He looks you dead in the eye. "You look so gorgeous, I don't want others to stare too much but if you want a dress, we can make a stop. I'll cover it, don't worry." He assures me, feeling a bit less awkward now.

For that compliment, he deserves to see a pretty dress on you and probably a flick to the forehead for making your heart race.

Todo seems to have a good eye for stores because the boutique he takes us to has a brilliant selection of clothes from classy to elegant to teasingly hot and even a corner for some sexy stuff.

You take some time to think and pick out a silvery satin cowl neck dress that compliments your cleavage and stops just a few inches shy of your womanhood. You also pair it will sparkly, strappy heels. You'll just have to make sure to walk properly to not expose anything… unless. When you walk out of the fitting room, you find Yuta waiting beside the billing counter, on his phone, matching your colors, in a light grey tux and black shirt-trouser set. He has combed his hair in a side part, looking rather sharp and you can smell his fresh cologne from a distance. He hears the clacking of your heels and looks up, his lips parting slightly at the sight.

For a moment when your eyes meet, everything stills, like the two of you are the only people in this room. The magnetic pull is something you have never experienced before, not even with Megumi, who you once thought was the love of your life. You walk over to him quickly, tucking your hair behind your ear and give him a twirl. "What do you think?"

"Might have to punch anyone who looks at you wrong tonight." He admits, sheepishly.

"W-What?" You mumble, looking away. Megumi could never. All he told you was to dress modestly so the men won't look. Never did he say he'd protect you. Maybe he never had the balls or talent to.

"Okay, you two get back in the car." Toji yawns at us, getting impatient or perhaps slightly weirded out by the clear tension between us.

The drive to one of Las Vegas' most affluent casino clubs was short and silent. You weren't really mentally prepared to see celebrities and big shots, partying away.

"This will be the best night of your life, I promise." Yuta assures you, intertwining his fingers with yours. You let him only because it calms your nerves. There are a few questions you need answers to though.

"Why are you doing this?" You ask and see Yuta's brow furrow.

"Are you uncomfortable or anything? You can't tell me-"

"It's not that... it's just..." you start. "It really doesn't make sense."

"I am not the most spectacular lay in the world." you admit. "I'm sure you have the world's most exquisite looking women dying to get time with you. I just don't see how being with me can benefit you."

You notice yourself putting yourself down and try to stop but your self-esteem is at an all-time low. That was one of the prime reasons you didn't want to meet up again with anyone you hooked up with during this trip. You wanted to leave feeling all parties involved had the best time of their lives and had no complaints.

Maybe lust got the better of Yuta and he'd come to his senses any minute.

"I think I liked the fact that you had no idea who I was..." He says and you raise your brows.

"I'm sorry I was unaware-"

"Nope, it's a good thing... I felt like I could just be the party loser, Yuta, for once... not a papped, scrutinized driver, Yuta. It felt oddly liberating." He admits.

"Plus, I-" He starts but swallows his words. "Do you remember what we talked about on the way to the hotel?"

You were not paying too much attention back then, being bowled over by the need to fuck someone, but... what did you say?

"Kids, we're here. Catch up later." Todo lets you two know, looking back. Before you could get off though, Yuta leans over.

"Are you going to tell me your name now or not?" He says. The shadows must be playing tricks on your eyes because in the dark, illuminated by paparazzi flashes you find your heart drumming inside your chest, unable to break eye contact.

"Y-Y/N. My name's Y/N." You say finally.

Yuta smiles wide at this and grabs one of your hands, opening the door to his flashy car and the light, noise and cheers hit you all at once.

He helps you get out suddenly, facing a sea of stunned yet curious people, you find yourself wanting to cry from embarrassment.

Oh no. no no no no no! What were they going to print about you now? What will you tell the managing director at your company about this PR scandal?

"Relax." Yuta holds your hand firmly. "I'll make sure only the news you want gets out." He reassures you, find your fingers again, locking them into his and you feel slightly better as you guys make our way to the inside, walking the red carpet.

The casino obviously is so maximalist, it hurts your eyes to say the least. There are people dressed in grandeur lining up at food tables, cigar tables and alcohol tables. There are some playing a few rounds of poker or gambling away at the machines. You are unable to focus on any one spot because all of it is so grandiose, you can't help but gawk at everything!

When people spot the two of you though, they quickly make their way over. Yuta is today's champion after all - this party is for him. They have a lot of good things to say to him - words of admiration, congratulations, words of passive aggressive envy but what all of them have in common is the looks of confusion or judgement they throw at you. One side-eye with a raised brow and they excuse themselves. Sure, no sparkly dress can make you look like one of them, but you had no idea 'big'-shots had the smallest sense of morals and social etiquette. Yuta introduces you as a 'good friend' to them and although it stings at first, this is a necessary step. It's what you would want and would cause the least amount of headache for the both of you. You aren't really friends or aren't really dating after all.

'One time Hookup-ers' isn't exactly a PR friendly term.

"Sorry about them. Most of them lack manners." Yuta says nervously but you reassure him that nothing they say can dent your self-image.

"No amount of looks they give me can change the fact that I'm not drowning in daddy's money, but my own." You smirk at him, leaving him impressed.

The two of you go through a few more people until you finally get to retire to a corner table of the giant ball room.

"How do you do this?" you ask, staring up at the magnificent chandelier crowning the hall.

"Well the boys never stay back for these kinds of things, we run off to different parts of the city to get wasted." He replies. "Just not before race night." You look at him with some mischief tingling behind your smile. He takes this chance to lean in closer and bump noses with you.

"And you thought I was inexperienced, didn't you?"

"So that's how you aren't a virgin...hmm, adventurous."

But Yuta shakes his head. "I've dated before. We ended things and I'm just beginning to explore my options now..."

"You must be spoilt for choice." You try to boost his ego, smiling wider as you feel his breath fan your face. Oh, how you could use a kiss right now. A kiss with everyone watching.

"I'm not spoilt for good choices." He says. "Having a choice doesn't always mean they're the best option for you." Damn, that's harsh. You cup his cheek in your hand and gaze into his dark blue eyes.

"And yet you gave me a chance-"

Before you can finish though, you hear a pair of boots slapping the ground while running in your direction.

"Okkotsu Yuta, you were supposed to give me the post-race comments. The media is waiting!" You hear a woman yell out as she approaches the two of you. She is dressed in a simple yet elegant navy-blue ensemble. Her eyes look disappointed, but her beautiful face, with its under-lip mole, maintains its poise. Yuta greets her with a sigh.

"I will, I will." He tells her. "Rika, let me off for today at least."

"No can do, Yuta." she shakes her head, getting her phone out.

"You can give me a few phrases and I'll piece together something coherent." she offers but Yuta doesn't want to hear it.

"Um, kind of in the middle of something?" He reminds her, circling his arm around your back.

The woman, Rika, gives you a pointed look. "You get one of those every other week. This is important business Yuta."

What does she mean those? You slightly free yourself from Yuta's embrace and look at him, confused. He looks as unaware as you are.

"Rika, you-"

"Yuta, you should stop toying with chicks. New one every few days. And when they want to get serious with you, I have to deal with all those calls and messages." Rika rants on and Yuta's eyes are getting wider by the minute.

For a second, you feel an empty pit in your stomach but before it can show on your face, you stand up.

"So that's how it is, huh?" you corner Yuta who looks aghast.

"Why am I even surprised?" you mutter, walking away from them. You remember Megumi's deadpan face as he walked out after you caught him and his mistress together. Yuta will be the same.

You reach for the balcony door to get some fresh air, but you feel your elbow being grabbed. It's Yuta. Huffing and very worried.

"W-wait, Y/N." He pleads.

You choose to keep your face neutral.

"It's fine. it's not like we were dating. Maybe, tell that woman to be mindful about her language though because the next time she addresses me as if I'm some object, I'll punch her." That threat, You are very serious about. This was a bad idea after all. You don't belong in the world of racecars, and parties and high-profile vips. You are happy with your computer and 3 cups of americanos, building prolific, useful software, from your cramped up office.

"Listen, Y/N... She was lying!" He tries to reason, and you take a look at him. You mentally give him thirty seconds to explain himself. He takes the cue and wastes no time.

"She's the one I dated. She has been my manager for a long time, and it has been some time since we split. I thought she had moved on since I saw her with another driver a while back but looks like she's still bitter." He explains frantically. But who he has dated isn't even your concern.

"I don't want to deal with fragments of your past, especially ex-flames, Yuta." you say bluntly. "I'm sorry, I have to leave now. Goodbye. Thanks for the evening."

You free yourself from Yuta's clutches, stifling a sob and heading towards the exit. You may have been seeing things, but you see a fluff of white follow you out from the corner of your eyes. It wasn't Yuta though.

Why did you care? It shouldn't matter.

No amount of love could bring people a universe apart, after all.

To be continued....READ PART 3 HERE!!

a/n: Okay there is practically no smut here but the plot needs some build up. Part 3 gonna be out soon and it's going to have a lot of smut, stay tuned guys!

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irondadfics · 5 months

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So, I want some fics where Peter hides his identity from Tony and the Avengers, especially with identity shenanigans. I need something to read all night, after all. This includes fics where he's an intern. Longer fics would be appreciated! Only on ao3 please, my Kindle Paperwhite can't go on FF.net due to Cloudflare.

Fics that I already know about (so don't recommend them):

Hidden Truths by lostintheclouds321

Coffee, Interns, and Other Mysteries by sabertoothhousecat

Intern Spider by Emily_F6

Rise from the Ashes; Just to See You Again by Milstrim

Throwing Caution to the Wind by violetsunflowers (violet_sunflowers)

Just a friendly neighborhood spider by sarcasmismyweapon

Cluless is My Middle Name by pandaluna

Chasing a Spider by pandaluna

Adopting Identities by Thisisentertaining

Finding Home by Pink_Sunsets

Evasion by gammathetaalpha

Martian Child by Phiod_Muse

here’s some recommendations

Missing Links by spagbol99

The Rogues are back; Tony Stark couldn't even be mad about it - it was his idea after all. He's an Avenger and that means protecting the Earth at any cost - even if he has to deal with a certain star-spangled man and his sullen sidekick. After all, he's been through worse in his life; the loss of his wife and the disappearance of his son 12 years ago. Compared to that, this would be a walk in the park. Bucky Barnes is back on US soil as a free man. But freedom is more than just physical. On top of that, Steve is desperate for him to be the man he was before. The only problem is; that man is long dead. Peter Parker has been through the mill but he knows he just had to adapt, roll with the (many) punches and keep going. Spider-man is his safe place now, the one time he could truly feel like himself. Like he is making a difference. He'd make sure no one would suffer like he has, even if he has to track down the perpetrator himself.

Thunder and Attrition by magniloquentChanteuse

Peter Parker had been Spider-Man for five months and things were looking up. The beautiful and intelligent Gwen Stacy was showing interest in him. He found budding friendships with the Avengers. His reputation was growing in New York City. Spider-Man seemed to be at the top of his game and Peter Parker was finally regaining his footing after the death of his Uncle Ben. But as Gwen lamented his lack of attentiveness, the Avengers sniffed around Spider-Man's secret identity, and a mysterious man with a strange power and a terrifying plot emerged, Peter realized that he still had a lot to learn about leading this life he'd chosen. And with tragedy poised over his head, ready to fall, Peter was going to need to learn fast.

The Third Option by Uncertainty_Principle

Homecoming AU. Ben and May divorced before Peter’s parents died, so when Ben is murdered Peter goes into foster care. It takes just a tiny taste of superpowers for Peter to decide he doesn’t want to put up with his horrible foster father anymore—the streets are infinitely more appealing. All he wants is to be Spider-Man anyway. So he leaves. Simple. Simple, that is, until Iron Man needs Spider-Man’s help. Peter isn’t about to turn down an opportunity to fight alongside Tony Freaking Stark, but he also isn’t going to let his hero know that his recruit is a fifteen-year-old homeless dropout. So they strike a deal. Peter will help Tony. In return, the mask stays on. And that’s when things get complicated.

#fic rec list #fic rec #secret identity #the avengers

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mediocreanomaly · 1 year

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May we have Vashwood x reader part 3 please?

Authors Note: my poor anon you've been sitting in the box but I shall release you.

Sorry guys! I was super busy and then I put a bunch of work into a DnD Campaign so my creative brain was fried a bit then I got sick and then my hands got messed up from saving my cat from a dog attack and- I'm rambling! Sorry for the long wait is what I mean! Enjoy!

Other Parts Here: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 3 (Alt. End)

Vashwood x Reader Soulmate Au Pt.3

No. No absolutely not is your first thought, your second thought being I'm going to kick these idiots ass.

"Are you listening doll face?" The man, who's name is presumably "Nick" says.

It's quiet besides the blood rushing in your ears. Everyone in town is probably asleep or close to it by now and these two just keep watching you like you're supposed to know how to react to this, like this is remotely a normal situation to be in.

"Did we break them? I told you it was too much! You never listen to me" the spikey one pouts. They seem comfortable with each other, you wonder how long they've been together. You suppose it makes sense that if they had found each other first they wouldn't have thought to look for you, having multiple soulmates was rare and considering you did everything in your power to stay out of trouble it tracked that a third soulmate would be nearly undetectable, maybe you should have gotten hurt more often...no that was stupid these two had certainly caused enough pain for the three of you.

"We didn't break them just give them a second they're thinking, Jesus spikey are you the reason they say blondes are dumb?"

"Hey!"

The two men bicker and you notice that they're different in a lot of ways right off the bat. Blonde and black hair, blue and brown eyes, light and tan skin, it almost makes you wonder how you're supposed to play in here. How in the grand scheme of things the universe chose you to stand next to these, frankly, very bizarre (and handsome) men. You need to say something, you need to voice your concerns your hopes your worries-

"I hate you" It's all you can really think to say. In a way it's true and in more ways it's not. Be that as it may with all the emotions flooding through you right now on top of the fact that they've revealed themselves in the most unorthodox way possible it's making it hard to express what you actually feel clearly. Something along the lines of "you two made my life a living hell for such a long time I wanted to kill you but I've matured since then but that doesn't take away the childhood that got stripped from me but I also understand it's most likely not your fault and the fact that there's two of you makes more sense but also gives me 100 more questions-" would probably be more accurate. but "I hate you" is what ends up coming out your mouth.

"You...what?" you flinch. You weren't exactly ready for that to be asked in the most heart shattering tone in the world and when you glance up to see the blonde wears an expression akin to that of a kicked puppy you feel regret creep through your veins.

"Vash they don't mean that, I said mean shit too when we found out" Nick huffs. Ah so the kicked puppy's name is Vash good to know- ah...hang on a moment..

"Vash?" you repeat, "Vash like....like Vash the Stampede?" you say dumbly, but there was no way the man you had nearly made cry from one sentence was the Vash the Stampede that was plastered on every god forsaken wanted poster across Gunsmoke

This catches his attention, the wounded look turning into something more wide eyed like a man who's forgotten to turn off the oven at home.

"We never even introduced ourselves!" he says in alarm, brushing himself off as if it'll cause a redo of the entire situation.

"Needle noggin-" "shh"

Vash scolds the other man whos already patting his breast pocket for another smoke clearly annoyed with how this whole thing is playing out.

"Vash the Stampede and-" Vash nudges Nick who reluctantly adds

"Nicholas D. Wolfwood"

"-at your service! We've been traveling far and wide-"

"Because Spikey always get's chased out-" this earns Nick an elbow in the side which you also wince at when you feel it dig into your own ribs. Vash quickly gives you an apologetic smile but continues.

"-in hopes of finding you! y/n, we're your soulmates!" He finishes with a half hearted wiggle of his fingers and and look that reads "tada?"

You blink dully at them. Yeah that added up. This would be your life wouldn't it? First you are tormented by pain your whole life and now you find out it was because your soulmates were the man with a 1,000,000,000 double dollar bounty on his head and...actually you have no idea who this Nicholas guy is. Considering the cross...Jesus reincarnate? Unlikely but at this point you'd believe anything.

"nuh-uh" it...comes out your mouth before you can stop it.

"nuh-uh? What the fuck do you mean nuh-uh?" Wolfwood gapes pulling his glasses up, yeah...not your best moment.

"I mean, no thank you. Look, I'm sure you're great people- or maybe you aren't I don't know I heard a rumor Vash the Stampede eats babies-" "What?!?! I don't-"

"Besides the point!" you interrupt "Look I didn't ever plan on meeting you, hell I'm not sure I even want to know you. So...I think it'd just be easier if the two of you just..." your sentence dies in your throat the longer they look at you hoping they catch your drift.

"Because we hurt you?" Nick steps a bit closer and you tell yourself it's the soulmate connection currently frying your brain and not the fact this well toned man has his whole chest out right now.

"N-No, well maybe? It's complicated" you had never planned on meeting your soulmate- or soulmates but in hindsight a bit of practice of what you were going to say might have been smart.

"We don't have to leave yet, we can stay- just so you get used to us! We aren't that bad...promise" Vash offers and damn those critically effective puppy dog eyes he uses as he moves to get a bit closer too.

"It's not that I think you're bad, it's just...I mean I hardly know you" you try, you already know it won't work. Despite not knowing them you can tell they seem the hard headed type.

"We're soulmates" Nick counters lazily as if you're the one being irrational.

"I- I don't know, I'm cleaning up here and-" "we can help!" the eager blond insist, with another step closer.

"you really don't have to-" "it's the least we can do, we owe ya don't we?" Nick muses, again another step.

"Well I wouldn't say that, I'm sure it wasn't your fault-" "Maybe, maybe not but we've been looking for you for a long time" You notice Vash has a beauty mark right under his eye there's a weird urge to reach out and trace it.

"Looking for me?" you ask

"Mhmm, since we caused you a lifetime of distress I'm sure, blessed are the merciful and all that, it's your turn to receive a little mercy" ignoring the awful half bible quote Nick's smell is invading your nose, like smoke, cedarwood and-

You aren't 100% sure how it happens, all you know is you're sandwiched between the two men. It was a trap for sure, moving in ever so carfully like they were herding a scared animal. This should alarm you, two men you've just meet keeping you in place, but for some reason a warmth spreads across you. It's like seeing an old friend or coming home for holidays, a certain sort of familiarity and safeness despite not knowing much about the two at all.

"You can feel it can't you?" Vash coos down at you, using his flesh hand to tilt your head up to meet his face, stark blue eyes deeper than the ocean gaze down at you and god when did he take those glasses off?

"It was weird the first time we met too, but it feels good though right?" Nicks voice makes you shiver as his mouth ghost over your ear, hands coming to settle at your hips.

"It feels.." your eyes flutter "Like home" the three of you say in sync, Vash and Nick chuckle as if this was a predictable response but something tells you they must've said the same cheesy line when they first met.

"We don't want to hurt you anymore" Vash's other hand rubs soft circles against your ribs and you feel the sudden urge to melt into the two of them.

"We've been thinking...that we should balance it out." Vash hums as Nick works on nipping at your ear

"Balance it out?" You almost don't recognize your own voice with how breathy it ends up coming out. They really shouldn't be having this effect on you, you should be yelling, or scolding them- no you'd definitely scold them later that was still on the table but...right now seemed like a bad time.

"yeah sweetheart, pleasure for pain right?" Nick chuckles in your ear, deep and gravely whether it's from lust or the cigarette he just put out you aren't sure.

"So?" he continues, "What do you say?" you feel Vash kiss at the corner of your mouth and Nicks hot breath against your neck

"Let us show you how good we can make you feel instead?"

#vash x reader #vash x you #wolfwood x reader #wolfwood x you #trigun x reader #vashwood x reader #soulmate au

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getogoge · 29 days

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Stsg roleplay partner search

Heyoooo I'm looking for someone to roleplay goge with, here's some information about me:

• I'm 23

• I only roleplay on discord, I also don't use bots I only use my texts, but I prefer to do a server so we can keep track of aus

• My writing style is semi-lit to advanced lit. It really just varies to how many paragraphs I write, but it's mostly from 3-8 paragraphs.

• I'm open to roleplaying anything, from fluff, angst, smut to darker themes, I'm pretty open minded towards anything as long as it's not a proship 🙅‍♀️🙅‍♂️

Who and what am I looking for

• I'd like for my partner to be 18+ because I'll definitely want to have some smut in the roleplay

• I write in third person and I'd expect my partner to do the same, as well as writing style which is semi-lit to lit

• My muse is Suguru Geto, so I'm looking for someone to roleplay Satoru Gojo. My ship dynamic is Goge, meaning Gojo= Top and Geto= Bottom, this dynamic won't be able to be changed, sorry!!

Stuff I'm interested in

- Any aus or canon divergence is welcomed!!

- I'm really interested in doing omegaverse but of course it's not necessary

- I also like to do trans Suguru a lot

If anyone is interested please leave a like or message me!

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romione-trope-fest · 6 months

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Do You Like Chocolate?

Fic Title: Do You Like Chocolate?

Author Name: Mertronus

Selected Trope: Muggle AU

Brief Summary: Ron’s senior year begins with an unexpected surprise

Word Count: 2,040 (Chapter 1 only)

Rating: T

Any Trigger Warnings: None

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Chapter 1

Ron walked through the doors of Central High and took a deep breath. Senior year. This was it…his final year of high school. There was so much to be excited about this year. He was at the top of the totem pole, so to speak. An upperclassman. All of the other classes would look up to him—and not only because he was one of the tallest in the school.

He was also one of the starting wide receivers for the Central High School Chiefs football team—for the third year.

He had homecoming and prom to look forward to, as well as the senior trip.

But there was also so much he was dreading. Ron tried not to dwell on those things as he located his new locker near his homeroom. He sighed and swiveled the dial to enter his code—then tried again when his locker refused to open. On the fourth try, it finally unlocked. Typical.

Central High wasn’t rundown or anything…but it definitely wasn’t new. Everyone knew that the lockers rarely opened on the first try.

“Weasley,” came a voice from beside him.

“Potter.” Ron leaned against his now-closed locker and watched his best friend fiddle with his own, just three lockers away. “So, you can drive to my house, eat my mom’s breakfast, pick up my baby sister, and just ignore the fact that your best friend was sleeping right upstairs?”

Harry laughed as he shoved his gym bag into the locker. It had only taken Harry two attempts to open it, Ron noticed with annoyance.

“Your baby sister is a junior now and would put you in your place if she heard you call her that.”

“She could try,” Ron chuckled. “Now back to why you didn’t wake me up.”

“Well, when your mom told me that you were still asleep, I didn’t see the point in trying to wake you.” He closed his locker and faced Ron. “We all know you wouldn’t wake up until you were ready. I’m honestly surprised you made it on time.”

“I’ve perfected my morning routine and got it down to three minutes flat. And I ate breakfast on my way.”

“You did not eat oatmeal while you drove!” Harry stared at him wide-eyed.

“The trick is,” Ron threw his arm around Harry as they headed to their homeroom, “you put a bit more milk in it, throw it into a mason jar, and then you can drink it like a shake. No spoon needed.” Ron grinned at Harry, clearly proud of himself.

Harry sighed and shook his head. “I can’t figure out if you’re ingenious or ridiculous.”

“Bit of both I would say,” came a sharp voice from behind them. Ms. McGonagall had just entered the room behind them. “More ridiculous, but most of the smartest people are.” She smiled at Ron and Harry. “Mr. Weasley, Mr. Potter. Enjoyed your summers?”

“Morning Ms. McGonagall,” they both said as they sat near the front.

“We did, thanks,” Ron continued. “Did you?”

“Well,” McGonagall placed her bag on her desk as more students filed into the room, “summer school was quite boring without you two. But I was glad for your absences nonetheless.”

Dean Thomas, who’d just taken the seat on the other side of Harry, snorted. Ron side-eyed him briefly, then grinned at McGonagall. “We missed you, Ms. M. But not summer school.”

Ron and Harry had spent the previous two summers in summer school with McGonagall catching up. But, with some extra help the previous year as well as many threats of being benched in their senior year by Coach Moody, they had both been able to finish their junior years strong. Neither one of them had any plans to be benched senior year. For one, outside of seeing Harry every day, football was the only daily thing Ron looked forward to in school. During the winter and spring they trained and ran track to keep active, but football was always their main event.

On top of that, scouts for the colleges they’d both applied to would be watching, and full scholarships were on the line. Ron was a fantastic wide receiver, and Harry was one of the fastest running backs in the state. They knew that several schools had their eyes on them, including Western University, where they both hoped to go.

The bell rang and McGonagall started to close the door just as Pansy Parkinson and Blaise Zabini slipped through. Both sat and smiled at McGonagall innocently.

“Don’t be cute,” McGonagall scowled. Then she turned to begin attendance as the morning announcements started over the intercom.

The bell rang again ten minutes later and Harry ran off to his first class. Ron stayed in his seat since he had English with McGonagall first period. A few others stayed put too—both of the Patil twins, Blaise, Dean, and Lisa Turpin.

A flash of blonde hair entered the room and Ron cringed. Damnit. Of course.

Lavender Brown smiled coyly at Ron and took the seat in front of him, next to Padma Patil. “Morning Ron,” she cooed.

“Hey,” Ron said simply, praying that she would turn towards the twins for gossip or some kind of cheerleaders mini convention rather than try and hold a conversation with him. They’d dated sophomore year for a couple of months, and ever since then she’d continued to try and get him back. Apparently, the fact that Ron hadn’t dated anyone since her, though there was no shortage of options at Central, told her that Ron was still interested.

Ron was not interested.

The truth was, none of the girls at Central had ever caught Ron’s eye. They all seemed to be the same. And any who showed interest in Ron, likely only did so because of his football fame. None ever seemed to want to get to know him. Even Lavender only wanted Ron in order to portray the perfect All-American high school power couple—cheerleading captain and football champ. They’d be shoe-ins for homecoming king and queen. Maybe even prom king and queen. Ron knew this was the case even though they were no longer together, which put a damper on two events he was otherwise looking forward to. He knew Lavender would be expecting a Homecoming ‘proposal’ or some such nonsense.

It would never come.

Ron sighed in relief when Lavender turned to her two best friends.

“The new girl was in my homeroom,” Lavender whispered. Ron’s ears perked up.

Damn, starting at a new school senior year must suck, he thought.

“Oohh, I heard something about a new girl…what’s she like?”

Lavender shrugged. “Super quiet. And spacey. She didn’t even answer Flitwick when he called her name! He had to tap on her shoulder. I seriously can’t tell if she’s a nerd or a ditz. And her hair! She really could do with a straightener.”

Ron rolled his eyes. Lavender, Padma, and Parvarti were all cut from the same cloth. They believed that hair should be pin straight and makeup should be flawless at all times. And they weren’t the only ones. Ron felt as if there were very few real girls at their school. They were mostly stuck on status and beauty. Superficial things.

Ron wanted real.

His sister Ginny was one of the realest girls in their school. He loved that she never fell into those obsessions like hair and makeup and such. Ron figured that was partly due to being a female athlete. Her best friend Luna, however, wasn’t an athlete and yet was just as real—though a bit odd. Ron thought she was good value though. She was always fun to have around.

As McGonagall welcomed everyone to Senior English, Ron pulled out his notebook and pushed himself to focus. At least he knew Harry would be in his next couple of classes.

“Hey, Ron!”

“Sup Weasley!”

“Hey! Weasley!”

“Ron! What’s up!”

Ron smiled and waved to anyone who greeted him as he made his way down the hall after lunch. Being a starter for three years running gave him a level of popularity he never expected. He was invited to all of the parties, sat at the big table at lunch, and was widely known throughout the school.

And yet he’d never felt so lonely.

Aside from Harry, he hung out with Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnegan, and Neville Longbottom, all members of the team, but not to the same extent as with his best friend. And now that Harry was splitting his time with Ginny…

Ron got it, even if it did take him a bit to warm up to the idea. If he had a girl, he’d want to spend time with her too. But Harry had always been Ron’s person. Not that Ron felt he needed a new person…but it would be nice to have someone like Harry had Ginny.

But there was no one at Central who—

A small body bumped into him as it sprinted passed and Ron just caught a whiff of vanilla and berries. It was soft and inviting, so unlike the overwhelming perfumes so many of the other girls wore.

Ron looked up and watched as long brown curls floated down the hallway. She was looking at the door numbers as she passed them and seemed lost.

As she ran, a small book fell out of her half-closed bag. Ron ran forward to grab it.

“Hey!” He called as she continued on. “Hey, wait! You dropped your book!”

She finally stopped in front of Snape’s science classroom, which happened to be where Ron was headed himself. She stood in front of a woman Ron had never seen before—a substitute? he thought hopefully—and held up one hand while she seemed to catch her breath. The woman simply smiled.

“Hey,” Ron said catching up to them. “You dropped this.” He held out the book to the girl’s heaving back but she didn’t turn. “Excuse me?”

Ron caught the woman’s eyes curiously and she tapped on the girl’s shoulder and pointed over it. She finally turned around and Ron’s breath caught.

She was beautiful, in a very normal way. She wore no makeup but didn’t need it. Her eyes were the perfect shade of brown, like melted chocolate. There was the perfect amount of freckles splattered across her slightly upturned little nose, so unlike the freckles that covered just about every inch of Ron’s body. Her hair was long and curly, with some frizz around the edges. Ron could imagine pulling on the tendrils and watching them spring back into place.

She looked up at him expectantly, and he remembered his mission.

“You dropped your book,” he said lamely.

Her eyes watched his lips as he spoke and he felt a shiver run through him. He’d noticed her lips too. Was she thinking the same as he was? Was she wondering how her lips would feel against his or…?

Her eyes dropped to the book and widened. She took it from him and gave him a brilliant smile and a nod before ducking into the classroom.

“Thanks for that,” the woman said with a smile, before following the girl into the classroom.

Ron made his way into the room a bit confused. Even more so when he noticed that his greasy-haired science teacher was, in fact, present. So who was that woman? She was young, but definitely not young enough to be a student. And she was dressed professionally, like a teacher or a staff member or…something.

As he took a seat closer to the back, and further away from Snape, his eyes darted to the girl. She sat near the front but off to the side. The woman sat on a low stool in front of her.

And as Snape began to talk, the woman’s hands began to move in rapid sign language.

Deaf…the new girl was Deaf.

**Look out for more chapters on AO3!**

#submission

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misguidedasgardian · 2 years

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The White Dragon (6)

6. NameDay

MASTERLIST

Summary: Happy name day your grace

Pairings: main Harwin Strong x Fem!Targaryen reader

Warnings: cursing, violence, mentions of domestic violence (not against reader, and only in this chapter), smut, breeding kink (c'mon Harwin you already have it😂) medieval and A song of ice and Fire AU customs

+ 18, MINORS DNI

Wordcount: 3.6k

Notes: I have a big confusion with the ages and everything, it hard to keep track of, I gather that in the third chapter, “Second of his name” Rhaenyra was 17? and Aegon was 2? But that makes everything more confusing. I want everyone (spoilersss) to be the same age as Aemond so I changed things a bit. This is some sort of filler chapter, sorry

You flew over Pentos but you kept flying east, the wind in your face, earth below you, only skies above you. And then, the scenery changed, in front of you, there were endless fields of yellow grass.

Horses galloping, mounted but shirtless men with long black hair and skin kissed by the raging sun. Soon you were challenging them to a race, you flying above them, and they ran under you, like you were all facing battle, together. But your dragon was faster, you quickly surpassed them and left them behind, but the butterflies in your stomach didn’t go away, they kept tickling you.

When you saw a beautiful plain of grass you commanded Vhaelar to descend, you wanted to feel the grass under your feet, and the sun above you. Hoping you left the Khalasar behind you.

Even if you enjoyed your travels, and the hunger for it only grew, you had much left to explore, and yet… you miss the comfort of your bed, the safety of the Keep. The certainty no harm will come to you. You did miss those things, and also your family.

You closed your eyes as Vhaelar flies away, leaving you alone. As you were willing to face the sun above, and enjoy the solitude, but as you basked in it, a cold breeze hit your body, and made you tremble. As you looked upon the horizon a storm was gathering, and that made you frown, because you hadn't spotted when you were a top of your dragon

A single raindrop fell on your face, and that was all it took to start running. Your dragon wasn’t near, he flew so far away in so little time… where was she? In the distance you saw a run down tall tower, huge, built with gray stones. As you ran towards it for shelter from the storm, a massive black dragon landed on top of it, making you stop immediately. Screeching, flapping its black and red wings. When he spotted you, the storm was already falling from above, the cold rain soaking you, lightning struck, illuminating the gray sky. His ruby eyes told you what you needed to know, it was the Black Dread itself, Balerion, you have heard the stories many times.

From within the tower, you saw a green light, you never saw anything like it, but the light spreaded, all over the windows, and soon, you could see it even between the stones. The tower exploded with green fire from within, wildfire, the black dragon still roaring above it, but it disappeared under the green flames with a screech.

The explosion made you fall backwards. you looked up above the skies and you were met with dragons flying above you. One, biggest above everyone else, was Vhagar, the Queen of all dragons, you stood up from the ground, the storm still ragging on. But as another lightning brighten up the sky, the huge dragon descended on you, and the last thing you saw was her huge mouth opening to swallow you whole

You woke with your own scream, fighting for breath, to find yourself in the safety of your rooms. Your breathing was heavy, your heart was pounding inside your chest so hard you could almost hear it.

But you woke up alone, Harwin wasn’t there, you guessed he had left for the city watch, you knew that he was on the brink of a promotion, and you were happy for him. And glad that he wasn’t woken by your scream either

You felt a knock on the door

“Your grace, are you alright?” it was the voice of one of the kingsguard

“Yes, I’m fine, I just had a nightmare”. You stood in bed trying to regain your bearings, and, just like that, you felt something inside your belly, like a little kick. You giggle, caressing your stomach and felt another one

“Well, good morning little one” you whispered, with a silly smile on your face. Until your lady in waiting opened the door with your breakfast.

“Good morning your grace”

“Good morning Viola”, you greeted. You ate alone, and fast and then she helped you put on a beautiful dress you chose for the day.

And then you realized…

Today was your birthday

How could you ever forget it? It just slipped your mind!, but inside you felt a weird need for everyone else to forget, you weren’t in the mood for celebrating, and probably, they all did. Probably all of them forgot it was your name day

You got out of your chambers, you were still ”grounded” inside the keep, you still needed to make everyone believe you were not going to leave without warning again, rubbing your belly, happily discovering that your baby was big enough to kick. You could really feel him now

When you walked down the hallways that led to your chambers, you met Steffon who was waiting for you down the stairs

“Good morning your grace” you just had to hear him, he was smiling cheekily and his tone was one of almost mockery

“Good morning” you teased, “Before you tell me what you are hiding, I want to tell you…” you said with a wide smile, “I felt my baby kick today”

“It certainly is a special day your grace”, he muttered, that smile not disappearing from his face, “Congratulations”

“Well thank you”, you kept your teasing voice up

“Now let me escort you” he pointed at a hall that led to the gardens

“What are you up to?” you asked him, suddenly panicking

“Come on princess, don’t you enjoy a little surprise?”

“Since last year, not really” you muttered. He placed a hand on the small of your back and led you. You walked with your stomach turning into knots, or perhaps it was your child moving around. Either way, when you went out in the gardens… You gasped in amazement and wonder

The entire thing was covered in colorful tents, hundreds of people were walking about, big tables with banquets, and tents with games, the court’s fools playing around dressed in multiple color ribbons. Music playing loudly. Everything looked like an explosion of a child's dreams. The banners of all the important families were flying around, all the nobles, the court, and servants of the Red Keep, they were all there, and everyone, as you walked by, greeted you

“Happy name/day your grace”. your eyes filled with tears of happiness, as you walked alongside Steffon, who look as pleased as you were happy

“Is this all for me?” you asked him

“Don’t cry please” he chuckled. You thanked all the people that greeted you, as he kept taking you deeper into the celebration, “It was your father’s doing”

There was your family, seated behind the main table

It was a beautiful day. Your father even seemed happy, showing proudly the pin you gave him. I was a small dragon, made of marble, that shone white under the sunlight. Alongside him was the Queen and by her own side, was Aegon, who had turned 4, little beautiful Helaena, who had 2 name days, and baby Aemond, being held by his wetnurse, a couple of months old. Rhaenyra was on the other side of the King, and had baby Jacaerys in her arms, at her side was Laenor, and Daemon himself, who was looking at you with a silly smile on his face. Even Larys and Lyonel were seated in a corner of the table.

“Happy name day!” Harwin appeared in your eyesight, with a big smile. You smiled at him but he engulfed you between his big arms

“Thank you husband” you muttered when he released you, and cradled your face with his hands. “Did you have anything to do with this?”, you asked

“Of course”, he whispered, kissing your cheek, “I help my father and the king with the preparations”. He looked down at you, again, with his big eyes full of hope that you will forgive him soon

“The baby kicked this morning,” you told him. And he placed his hand on your belly

“Stop monopolizing the birthday girl!” your father chimed in, “happy name day my love” he hugged you tightly and you hugged him back

“Thank you father, thank you for all of this”

“You deserve it, my sweet girl”, your family congratulated you next, the Queen herself and your little brothers, and then Rhaenyra with a strange smile and a tight hug.

“Happy name day sister” she whispered

“Thank you”, you were encouraged to tour the fields and their tents, taste foods from all over the 7 kingdoms and play silly games involving a ball and things you had to knock over to win wooden toys. Harwin was with you, every chance he could he placed his hand on your belly with a beautiful smile on his lips. You believe he was hoping to feel the baby kick like you had told him you felt.

Walking towards you, you saw an old friend, your very best friend

When you were a kid you used to ran around following Alicent and Rhaenyra like a lost pup, they would paid you no mind and left you alone, at those years the difference in your ages was much, that’s when you turned and met Joanna Lannister, she was the baby sister of Jason and Tyland, was way younger, daughter to their father’s second wife

You made fast friends, and stayed attached to the hip ever since.

“Joanna!” you greeted hugging her tightly, she hugged you back, burying her head in the space between your shoulder and neck

“I miss you, your grace” she whispered

“Your grace?” you finally separated and you looked into your friend’s eyes, “it’s been that long?” you giggled. Joanna was married off to the head of the Reyne family, the second wealthiest family in the Westerlands. She was 16 and she married shortly after Rhaenyra, from them, you both had drifted apart

“Harwin this is Joanna Lannister, my best friend” you introduced, “Joanna this is my husband Harwin, of house Strong”.

“Pleasure to meet you”, he took her hand in his and kissed it

“Same Ser Harwin”, she muttered

“We haven’t seen you in so long!” you exclaimed

“I’ll let you talk with your friend then, my love” grunted Harwin, dropping a kiss to your cheek and he left you, to grab her hand and intertwine it around your arm, so you could walk the attractions together.

“I missed you friend” she giggled

“How is life in the Westerlands?” you saw her eyes saddened at the question, but she smiled at you nonetheless

“Very boring I’m afraid”

“Maybe I could find a job for your husband in the capital and then you could stay” you suggested. She seemed happier then. Nodding as you walk. As all the guests were seating and eating, and you had already had your fill, you sat with Johanna in a bench, hoping to have more privacy

“So we are both married now” you started, “We have come so far in the past few years, don’t you think?”

“I heard you ran away” she asked, concerned

“I did” you admitted I wanted to travel, “it was childish of me”

“I don’t think it was” she giggled, “You could see the world”

“Some of it,” you muttered, “Next time I go I can take you with me”, you offered with a smile, and for the first time you could see her truly happy, “and what have you been up to?” You wanted to ask her why she wasn’t with child, or if she had any, but you thought it might be rude. It only been two years, perhaps it was too soon, and… perhaps Harwin performed very well, more well than others. And you blushed at the thought

“Well I got married, and he is so handsome, nothing much, I really… well, my husband doesn’t let me do anything”

“What do you mean?” you asked her

“Well I thought that as a Lady of a castle I could order things, change things, but��” she had trouble explaining, playing with her fingers. Truly this past two years changed her, she used to be such a force, giggly, happy, content, playful, with a personality as bright as the sun.

She then looked up, and saw Ser Harwin across the yard, he looked at both of you and smiled brightly, raising his cup. “You are so lucky”, she whispered.

“I don’t know about that” you whispered

“You have a man that loves you and respects you”, and has a son with your sister, you thought bitterly, “and gave you a baby”, she whispered looking at your swollen belly. You then looked at her, her face twisted in sorrow

“Joanna”, you called, she looked up at you, “what happened?”

“Nothing” she whispered

“My relationship with Harwin isn’t perfect”, you muttered

“Yes, I imagine that is a little intimidating, being married to the strongest man in the realm”, you looked back at her to find unshed tears in her eyes, you grabbed her upper arm to comfort her but she flinched. And then you understood it

“Harwin is so gentle with me, like I’m an intricate porcelain figurine”, you assured her, “Joanna, what is going on?” you asked her. A single tear fell from her eye

“Not all men are like that”. and right there, you saw red

“Did he hurt you?”, you asked, even though you were whispering, she could tell your anger

“He is not content with me, I can’t give him children”

“Perhaps is that twat’s fault”, you said, angry, you became angry, “have he ever thought of that?”

“It doesn’t matter, he is my husband”

“He hasn’t has the right to hurt you”

“I’m his” she said bitterly

“And he is yours, what of it?” you asked

“He can do whatever he pleases”

“But you are a Lannister” you said, impressed and disgusted by her words, “of Casterly Rock, of Lannisport, one of the most wealthy and badass families on the realm”, she giggled, looking at her intertwined fingers on her lap

“But I’m a girl,” she said back.

“But…” you wanted to fight and discuss, “Hear me roar!” you muttered, “you are a lion”, she chuckled darkly

“More like a kitten”, she whispered

“Your brothers know of this?” you asked

“I tried to tell them, but they didn’t care”, you chuckled, darkly, looking all around trying to calm yourself, but you couldn’t. You then looked back at your friend, you leaned in to whisper in her ears

“Can you hire someone, to…?”, you slid your finger from one side of your neck to the other

“No!”

“But maybe I can” you muttered, not a single sentiment in your voice. She looked at your eyes and chanted your name like a prayer, “Joanna” you called back

“You can’t mean it” she whispered

“But I do”, you said, “you are my friend!”

“And you are mine” she whispered, grabbing your hand in hers

“I want nothing more but to see you happy, and safe”, you whispered, “Do you love that man?” and she shook her head

“I would love to stay here, like I did when we were little”

“Well, as a princess and third in line to the throne, I command you to stay, as my lady in waiting”, you muttered.

“Really, you can do that?” she asked, and you only smiled

“Well it’s also my birthday”, you giggled, “Let’s find out”, you winked at her and she seemed more happy then, giggling and slowly recovering her bubbly personality, with the promise of your protection.

You grabbed her hand as you were called to the main table, you sat there at the side of your friend and Harwin and the rest of your family, and a show in your honor started.

The day passed fast, more than you would have liked, and soon you were called in your father’s chambers. The King was visibly tired, and you as well, your belly was getting heavy on you.

“Thank you for the celebrations, father” you whispered

“Like I say, you deserve it”, he muttered with an easy smile on his face.

“I don’t think I do” you continued

“You are my darling daughter”, he muttered, he invited you to sit next to him and you did. “You are a married woman now, with a child in your belly, strengthening your line, you have made me very proud”

“Really?” you asked, like if you were a little girl

“Of course my dear, and I want to see you happy”

“I am”, you think you were

“Lyonel spoke to me about Harrenhal, and how Harwin is to inherit it”

“It’s true”, you muttered

“As my Hand, he has his obligations here” he muttered, “and he was hoping that one day, very near, Harwin was to inherit his obligations, since he is the eldest son”

“it’s true”, you confirmed

“If you are to move there with your family, there are things that need to be done”, he then stood up from his seat, and moved to the table next to his huge model of Valyria, and unveiled a smaller model, for a castle, “With your dowry, we can begin the constructions”, he said with a big smile

“The construction?” you asked, “for what?”, a smile creeping at your lips

“The New Castle of Harrenhal”, he presented

You had been so celebrated that it felt drowsy and a little bashful. A huge celebration, an entire castle to be built in your honor, and…

As a part of a gift for your birthday, and because you were with child, your father had arranged new chambers for you, they were a floor below than the room you had since you were an infant, and they were bigger, with bigger windows and a balcony with sights to the Blackwater Bay, and a receiving chamber with a hearth, and big spaces for your books a table and chairs, and then an specious room, with another hearth for the long winters, and a beautiful bed with a canopy. And a spacious space where the cradle for the baby rested, a beautiful dark/wooden carved crib.

It was more than you thought you deserved, but having your own space, in a new room, bigger, with more light and space, really gave you tranquility, and also, there was a set of door on the other side, meaning that it was for your future family, the chambers that they were going to be assigned to your children when they are no longer infants

So when you arrived at your new chambers, your things were already there since servants moved them during the day, and also Harwin was waiting for you, and engulfed you in his big arms. He had the tendency of doing that, touching you everytime he could, when you were in close proximity he had always have to had a hand in contact with you

“Thank you for today” you whispered against his chest, “It was beautiful”

“I wanted to wake up next to you this morning”, he grunted, “but your father and sister wanted it to be a surprise”

“It’s quite alright”, and just now, you let him kiss you. Fuck, you loved him, you just didn’t want him to know, you didn’t want to give him that power over you.

The hour of the owl was approaching, and you already wanted to sleep in your new comfortable bed, “I’m tired” you grumbled, separating from him gently, caressing your big belly. it was getting bigger by the day, “and everything hurts”, you walked towards your dresser but you felt him behind you.

“I know what could make you feel better”, he growled in your ear, creating goosebumps in your skin, his hands perched on your shoulders but went down your arms and then your hips to end up in your belly

He sat on the bed and took you with him, making you sit on his lap

“Do you now?”, you asked, his touch relaxed you, resting all your weight on him gave you relief.

“Oh yes”, he growled, his big hands caressed your belly, as your back rested against his chest. He grabbed your dress and pulled it up until he could take the hem and fold it all over your belly, your naked skin ready for his touch. He placed his hands on your belly again, his warm hands felt so good against your skin

“You look so beautiful pregnant” he growled, kissing you under your ear, “it suits you wife, I think I’m going to constantly keep you that way”

“Good luck with that” you giggled, you moaned softly when you felt his cock growing under your rear, and thought about how long it’s been since the last time Harwin had you like that. And you found yourself putty in his hands

“Sounds like bullshit…” he chuckled in your ear, “but I will make you feel better.” you moaned softly when he started to rub himself on you.

“Do it” was quick, but so gentle when he let go of you only to release himself, and then his hands were on you again, directing you to impale yourself on him. The stretch was delicious and it made you feel so good. You moaned loudly when you felt his cock opening you for him, rubbing against your slippery walls

“I love you”, he grunted, with one hand in your belly, and then spread your legs apart so he could hook them over his own legs and open you up more for him.

“Harwin” you called, your head leaning back until it was on his shoulder. He held you as he fucked you slowly and deep.

You relaxed on his arms, feeling as he carried your weight for you, and strangely, you did feel better.

Taglist! ❤️ @tearsarcane @integra1127 @aestmilky @thanyatargaryen @tythaitie @lostinworldofdarkness @voodoogoul @wildmindedbeauty32 @lil-pudd @alicattx @electric-bloo @astaaan-lol @stargaryenx @kaitieskidmore1 @bregarc @lilpnd @jcpenneyyy @janelei @fexibau @ladyoakenshield157 @danielle-leah1997 @lady-ragnvindr @cecilyjmorgenstern @omgsuperstarg @bugheadskid @batprincess1013

Harrenhal is getting renewed, or built again a few yards away 😂 whatever you prefer, but the important thing is that the curse doesn't exist, I think I will write one or two more, before we have a time jump. Because we have a new generation coming up 😂

#harwin strong x reader #ser harwin strong #ser harwin x reader #harwin strong x targaryen reader #harwin strong #ser harwin breakbones strong #ser harwin #harwin x reader #harwin breakbones #rhaenyra #hbo house of the dragon #house targeryen #house of the dragon #misguidedhotd

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lixxen · 5 months

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Charlie Kelly and Newton Geiszler Twin AU Headcanons

Hiya guys. For the first time in probably a year or so, I am actually posting writing to my Tumblr. And this time it's a crossover. It focuses more on Charlie's perspective because I'm slightly more into IASIP than I am to PacRim. If y'all want me to do Newton's perspective, I will

There is a fic to go with this!

Fic can be found here!

Thinking about making it a series

Anyways. Here it is!!

Newton and Charlie grew up practically inseparable. The two are identical and as kids they would dress up to try and confuse people. Nobody could tell them apart besides for Newton wearing glasses and it didn't help that nobody could know one without the other

Their mother could tell them apart in a heartbeat. She didn't even have to look at them to be able to tell

The two are autistic, but with different support needs. Charlie has more support needs than Newton does. This is reflected in how their mother treats them (with Charlie she is more soft with and has to flip switches because she's convinced something bad will only happen to Charlie)

Charlie is actually pretty smart and dyslexic. He may not read/write English, but he can catch on pretty quickly to stuff. He of course learned Irish Gaelic through letters and it stuck to him. He is considered street smarts, and if he didn't go down the road of drugs and alcohol he probably could have actually gotten his degree

Newton is book smart and excelled at everything. He realized Charlie was better at Irish Gaelic so he helped Charlie learn it instead of written English. He was convinced that Charlie could follow him to skip grades if he just learned one language and got accommodations

Spoilers: he did not.

Mac met the twins in kindergarten and became best friends with them. He was their third piece and protected them whenever was needed. Charlie stuck to Mac more, spreading his attachment issues onto Mac also

Newton was recognized to be a "gifted" kid and was pushed up grades, much to their mom's disagreements. She didn't want to separate them at first but watched Newton shine on his own

Charlie sort of started to give up on school pretty quickly by third grade because of this. Newton was two grades ahead suddenly and getting scholarships to the nice smart kid middle and high schools that were private. It made Charlie upset and Newton spent a ton of time trying to teach Charlie stuff to help

(So, Charlie did know everything that he needed to also skip grades, but he couldn't read and write and he couldn't articulate it because he just started to shut down a ton at the sudden change)

Charlie spent a ton of time with Mac in school and started to bite at other kids. He became a menace pretty quickly in retaliation for his brother not being there with him.

So when Newton was there, he was fine. But the second they went to school, Charlie and Mac became little demons

Charlie is the root of the gang's codependency btw. He became codependent to Mac in grade school to cope with his brother not being there

When Dennis and Dee came around, Newton was already in high school and trying to become top of his class so he could go to college for free. At this point Newton was obsessed with the idea of monsters and science, so he was already on track for what was to come

Dennis and Dee never met Newton because of Newton being grades ahead and in high school. Charlie had made a joke about being a twin and understanding their blight, but they didn't know what he meant because they were convinced he was a single child

Charlie and Mac never brought up Newton, even as they became really close to Dennis. Charlie didn't want them to ruin Newton's chance at becoming good. He understood that Newton was a genius and wanted to support his brother. So that meant keeping him away from what could fuck him up

Charlie did enjoy though having rich friends and would bring back things for Newton whenever Frank and Barbara gave Mac and Charlie stuff. He was pretty smart at smuggling shit for him

When his sisters were born, Newton was almost done with his first PHD. Newton came home and interacted with Dennis and Dee once. They thought he was Charlie and he went along with it to keep the peace

Newton spent time at home for a bit before he went back for his other five degrees (which he did in a chunk of two then three). He spent as much time as he could with Charlie and helped Charlie get his GED

Charlie had flunked out of senior year btw. Good thing his brother is supportive. The gang doesn't know he has his GED.

Newton got a job with the government researching a ton of different things a few years before the pub opened. Newton started to send letters to Charlie because he knew Charlie was upset his brother was now gone

Charlie would constantly get homesick and Mac would call up Newton to have him call the burner that Charlie had at the moment (which Newton helped to set to the right language)

Charlie gets to hear all about Hermann, who Newton wouldn't shut up about while he was in college. He literally knows everything Newton knows about the guy and Charlie wants them to just get together already

Mac is still a bit weird about gay people at this point. They have the bar and all, so he's started his journey to being an out gay thankfully. But still a struggle. He's pretty supportive of Newton though. Literally the only gay he openly supports-

When the drift opened and Kaijus first appeared, Charlie was terrified.

Through Newton talking nonstop, Charlie actually knows a lot about Kaiju. He also watched a ton of the Godzilla movies, which stopped production after the drift opened. People didn't want to see the movies and producers just... Didn't want to make them.

Newton automatically moved to research and work on them. The guy was obsessed with them. It terrified Charlie to see his brother ramble about wanting to be up and close to them when he would come home

Charlie and Newton are rift compatible. Charlie visited for a week, where the two tested it out. Their sisters aren't somehow.

Charlie could probably give the best college course on Kaiju thanks to Newton talking non-stop about them btw. It surprises the gang when he randomly starts to ramble about Kaiju brains

Newton got his rank in the K-Science division and gets to work with Hermann full time, their communication gets cut in half. It stresses Charlie out and he starts to freak out constantly

This is where Charlie leans into the glue and alcohol more. Not that he didn't already. It just... Got worse.

Somehow Kaijus never hit Philly btw. Fun times. They aren't fully effected and so they just live their lives

The gang doesn't pay attention to the Kaiju stuff on TV. Besides Mac and Charlie. Mac pays less attention, but Charlie is always glued to the TV as he watched Jaegers run across the screen

When Newton is transferred to Hong Kong, Charlie is suddenly very sober. He starts to clean up and the others are unnerved by how level headed he is. It's still Charlie, but he can actually think straight

Dennis catches Charlie crying over a beer for the first time while watching some big fight between a Kaiju and Gipsy Danger. Dennis had no idea what was going on, so he left the guy

Mac ends up taping Newton on TV after they win the battle. Mac and Charlie celebrate together in a nicer bar without telling the others. When Mac got home that night, he was carrying a wasted Charlie into his and Dennis's apartment. Charlie was gripping onto a mini Kaiju plush and Dennis raised an eyebrow

Charlie and Mac slept huddled up in Mac's bed like they did when they were kids. It was a special night for them

#pacific rim #PacRim #it’s always sunny in philadelphia #charlie iasip #charlie kelly #iasip charlie #iasip #newton geiszler #newt geiszler #mac mcdonald #mac iasip #iasip mac #it’s always sunny in philly #it’s always sunny #always sunny #pacific rim uprising

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tgmsunmontue · 2 months

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What to write weekend...?

Friday again, start of my weekend. I have too many freaking social things happening this weekend, but I will try my best to complete my writing goals.

MY WEEKEND WRITING GOALS

Finish SoS chapter and post it

Finish OAA chapter and post it

Finish two other chapters for two others fics and post them. (Done - Transformers AU! and Bradshaw Twins AU! parts both posted!)

What to Write Weekend info is under the read more because it's long...

If your curious about wordcounts etc. I have a spreadsheet here.

NUMBERS:

Online and Anonymous - 14/16 Hangster who are anonymous Grindr buddies for YEARS. (Tumblr post)

Sagas of Solitude 5/? - IceMav with side Hangster AU - angsty Nepo!Baby

CURRENT LETTERS:

A, B, C, D, E, G, H, I, J, K, L, M

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If you need it, here's an explanation of how it works:

You pick 1-3 of the above and either:

Message

Send an ask (Anon is on)

with the letters/Numbers of the fic/s you wish would hurry up and get finished/posted already. (Yes, you can pick the same one three times - some of these fics are that close to getting parts/chapters finished that would be enough to tip them over, you also don't have to pick more than one).

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I WILL WRITE AT LEAST 250 WORDS for each one you pick. I reply to let you know when it is done. I've also start ed tracking it in a spreadsheet.

@tothepayne - I wrote you 1289 words last weekend, but didn't get to 250 words on the third one, so never let you know, but I was trying my best! 🤣)

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Numbers indicate fics I am consciously working on updating/completing, and likely have a completion date in mind.

Letters are fics that are often getting completed because people ask for me to work on them through things like this. (I usually do this every weekend).

Doing this keeps me on task and makes me accountable. It stops me from procrastinating and I really appreciate people providing their numbers.

THANK YOU!

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A) Upon which our souls touch - 3/? - Hangster TGM AU involving dragon riders and shape shifters and fantasy...

B) Bradshaw Twins - Hangster (Tumblr post)

C) To wake, perchance to dream - 2/? - Hangster Jake wakes up in the future, gets a glimpse of what their life could be and then wakes up back right before being called back to Top Gun for the special detachment (e.g. TGM). (Tumblr post and the beginning of the fic)

D) Together or not at all... (SEQUEL) - Hangster - years after Javy/Nat get together they think their best friends (Hangman and Rooster) could maybe try dating each other. It'll either end in disaster or not.

E) Cyclone/Maverick - Cyclone is struggling to deal with being attracted to the most annoying person he's ever met. Why does he like him so much?

G) Celebrity Chef Bradley

H) From the top - 1/? - an Ice/Mav epistolary fic where Jake and Bradley matchmake them, not realising exactly who it is they've matched together.

I) Life is too short to waste time matching socks... 3/? The peach and eggplant socks as an anonymous gift as an incredibly unsubtle hint that someone would like to fuck them. (tumblr idea unspooling here...)

J) Barista Jake who cannot spell Bradley's name. (HERE)

K) Caring, Keeping and Collecting Transformers - A Guide - 4/?Transformers cross-over.

L) Hangster Soulmates, Bodyguard (leftover from the Bingo...)

M) IceMav Florist/Undercover Agent AU (also leftover from Bingo)

I've also got three other fics which have been ticking at my brain, so who knows... I won't work on them until I bring this list back under control I think. Maybe. Hopefully. Who knows anymore? Certainly not me... Some of these need to start being shorter one-shots at some point right?

#what to write weekend #writing and wrangling woes

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sukunasdirtylaugh · 2 years

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A Promised Princess

pairing: toji fushiguro x f!reader (x gojo satoru)

synopsis: after a knowing one another for two years, toji fushiguro (known as toji zenin in this case), must leave for war in the east. a rebel known as ryomen sukuna, plans to terrorize and eliminate the clans that make up the 4 wings (gojo’s, zenin’s, kamos, and the hirata). upon leaving for war, you promise something any powerful man, even the most vengeful of men, would kill for.

a/n: okay hear me out- yes, this is somewhat written in 3rd pov, but I also want to make note that the historical accuracies and etiquette between japanese/anglo-europe will be very mixed. so if this bothers you, you have been warned. I was just dying to write something like this. please let me know in the comments if you would like to be in the tag list if I ever make a part two (which seems probable).

tags: kingdom au, mentions of war, secret romance, indirect mentions of virginity, and established romance

The carriage rolls around the block twice. No hesitation from the driver, as he exclusively follows his master’s orders: do not stop until the candlelight on the third floor is off.

A young woman, no older than 19, rushes through the gardens into the woods. Her cloak follows her movements with grace so as to not cause commotion and her breathing is but a hitch.

“I came as fast as I could,” he tells her.

“And I read your letter.” Answers she, “What was so urgent you needed to discuss with me at this hour?”

Prince Toji Fushiguro, 21, future heir to the Zenin throne stops in his tracks. His hands, which were on top her shoulders fall to her sides, a formality of which the two of them dropped several months into knowing one another.

He tries to think of something that will relieve the weight on his heart. Her lips, soft as flower buds from her garden, or her hair, as angelic that it frames her face; Toji finds refuge in her eyes.

“A war suddenly erupted in the east.” He says, the script that he had received earlier that morning engraved into his memory, “300 casualties have occurred since, and we worry there may be more.”

He had told her days prior of a rebel named Ryomen Sukuna who had gathered support from locals in a short amount of time. He criticized the regions, the regime, and their incompetence towards the common folk. Something Toji didn’t take lightly.

If he keeps up at this pace, he told her, bodies snug around one another under an oak tree, he could disrupt several cities, trading ports, and harm civilians.

“So you’re leaving.”

“Only for a short time,” he promises, hands wrapped securely around her own before he places a kiss to them. Within the two years of knowing one another, who would have thought that the son of a Zenin could hold so much consideration, devotion to their counterpart.

“If everything goes as planned, I’ll be back in 6 month’s time.”

“Still,” she frowns, “6 months is too long.”

“better that than never.” He closes off the distance between them. “Promise me one thing.” he asks.

“Anything.”

“Promise me that you’ll wait for me,” he whispers against the crown of her head, “that when I return, I will become yours, and you mine.”

“I promise.” she replies.

“Promise me that no man will stand between us. That you will vow your loyalty, your honor to me and only me.”

She holds his hand tighter against her chest. “It’s always been you, Toji.”

Satisfied, the heir to the Zenin clan seals their promise in a deep, prolonged kiss. Hungry, needy, and already missing one another, both pairs of hands run through one another before both clans leave their respective routes.

hopeful for the future.

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apollo11fangirl · 11 months

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Cars 3 au

So after Lighting's third cup win, Doc has a heart attack and ends up in a coma for years. Lighting visits him when he can, but in his mind Doc is all but dead. A living corps if you will.

After Storm comes onto the scene, Doc wakes up and begins the process of recovering. He doesn't tell him since he wants to supperise him by showing up at Daytona. Just like the first time. Saddly he doesn't get to do that. Just as he getting the mic on to talk to him, Lighting crashes.

Doc is frozen in fear for a moment as he takes a breath to focus himslef. He then runs to Lighting as emergency personnel come to get him. The last thing Lighting sees before he passes out is Doc's face telling him that he will be alright.

Doc takes this crash hard as he stands watch over Lighting. He waits for him in surgary and plans how he will recover from everything. When Lighting wakes up, he is in shock that Doc is alive and is funtcing well. The last he heard Doc wasn't doing well even in his coma, yet some how when he heard Storm over take him and will, Doc woke up.

The two of them start the road of recovering. Rustezs on the other hand starts demoing Cruz as a new driver. They see her to be a better driver in the long run as Lighting and the team is getting older. Doc hears the news and decides to take Lighting to his hometown to get some practice in.

They meet up with the Barn Stormers, and Lighting starts to learn how to draft. Doc keeps up there old training regimen as they try and get an edge. One night the two of them get into an argument about how lighting thinks this won't work since Doc crashed and never got the chance to recover. Doc keeps trying to tell Lighting that, that's what he trying to avoid.

Unfortulatly for the two of them they here the news that Cruz is the driver for Rusteze and that they dropped Lighitng. At this point Lighting just runs off. Leaving Doc to find him.

Smokey tells Doc that he saw him dash to the trailor. Doc follows that and sees Lighitng pack everything up. Doc ask why and and lighting says what else can he do and trys to leave. They then have a long conversation about how Lighting can't leave and that yes Doc has no clue what to do now, but they will make it through together.

After that they make there way to Smokey's Garauge and Lighting sees all the leters that Doc sent and how they knew of Doc's plan to come back to Lighitng after recovering from in the hospital.

At that moment, Louise comes past telling them to get on the phone. Tex after hearing what happened to Lighting tells him he didnt' forget the prosmis that he made all thoese years ago. Lighting is now going to be racing with DInaco. Doc then gives his permission to use his number and paint skeem on Lighting's car.

Doc and the rest of the Barnstormers head south to Daytona. Once they get there Ramone quickly wraps the car since they don't have time to paint it. Lighting comes on the track as 'The Faboulus Lighitng McQueen'.

Storm just asumes that Lighitng will be easy pickings that is until Lighitng starts to out smart him. With Doc in his ear the whole time he wins first place.

While Cruz is happy for Lighting, even though she did take his ride. Storm trys and ask how on earth could Lighitng even win. Doc and Lighitng simply say that dirt does help out with that.

The rest of Lighting's career he is consistently in the top ten with Storm, Cruz, Bobby, and Cal. Also, Tex buys Rusteze and Bobby's team as well not to separate the track family they made.

#text post #cars au #cars 2006 #jackson storm #cruz ramirez #doc hudson #lighting mcqueen #doc is the reason why storm can't beat lighting #doc hudson is op #I may make this a fic one day

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pomellon · 1 year

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-Pulls up a chair for new Dead Space au- Go oooooon. 👀 Dream being a scientist would be so good. But also him knowing some Engineering which is part of the reason he's still alive. Sapnap and George just sometimes coming across evidence that things have been fixed or tampered with, hoping it's Dream. (Although I gotta ask, happy ending? I might just cry if not but this is such a good brainrot thought lol)

Yes! So far I'm thinking that Sapnap is an engineer and George a data analyst, so while I think I'm making Dream a scientist he definitely picked up some tips and tricks from his boyfriends :D

I’m also liking the idea of Sapnap finding evidence of Dream, like recordings and logs, maybe even spotting Dream in a few places but too far away for him to get his attention. George on the other finds nothing, he’s in a different area of the ship, but trusts Sapnap’s accounts. He is mainly focused on keeping Sapnap on track, making sure to keep the ship running is the most import task after all, it’s not like they can find Dream if the damn thing breaks down and kills them all.

BUT, I haven’t actually decided if Dream is even still on the ship 👀

The times Sapnap sees Dream are definitely hallucinations triggered by the Marker. Some of the audio logs are real, but some are just empty corrupted files. They don’t realize this until one of the rare moment when George and Sap actually cross paths and Sapnap gives George some of them, only for George to get really fucking confused because there’s nothing on them.

I’m leaning into the idea of George being one of the few humans that’s immune to the Marker’s influence, so it takes him a while to figure out something is wrong with Sapnap. He kind of just boils down his sometimes stressed and frantic behavior being due to the whole life and death situation they’re in, and you know, the fact that they keep getting attacked by reanimated and mutated corpses. And George isn’t wrong in that assumption, Sapnap is definitely traumatized by all the blood, death, and gore around him, but on top of that he’s also having visual and auditory hallucinations. You know, classic Marker stuff :D

Also one of the spookiest parts of the game for me is when you’re made to backtrack, but instead of finding the dismembered corpses of the necromorphs you’ve killed, you at times find the slaughtered bodies of survivors. That you killed. Because you were hallucinating they were necromorphs.

This is also something that happens in the au, but with George backtracking into an area Sapnap has cleared, and he knows this because Sapnap told him. But he doesn't find traces of necromorphs, only dead survivors that have clearly been killed by an engineer plasma cutter. It’s about then that George figures something is really really wrong with his boyfriend.

(Also yes, good ending! Or as good as it can get following canon lore of a cosmic horror and survival game XD I don’t plan to kill any of them, and the au will probably follow a similar path to the first two games and then maybe dnn + kunz being on the run in the three years time space between game two and three. Tho I will probably not include game three, as if the devs are going to remake the next two games I have a feeling they will be tweaking the third one the most, so I will leave it out for now.)

#pom talks #dead space au #horror #dnn #also yes this au is going to turn into another ot6 poly soup!#The best kind of traumatized survivors leaning on each other for comfort and support #while all of them try to keep their sanities intact after the horrors they've witnessed and experienced #thanks for the ask! 💖#anon

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choco-bean405 · 11 months

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Heya everyone! Choco here, andd back with some stuff. Currently i've been trying to get my sleep schedule back on track, as well ass make sure i get college work done, and other stuff in my personal life.

I thought i'd share some stuff i've done in college/on the side!

Sooo, new oc i made for myself, This was whilst i was on holiday during, i think, a week in august. I wanted to do an elf character but add some neon colours in. Andd voilà! There they are!

Here's some drawings from my induction day at college, first was you had to draw with your eyes closed, without taking your pencil off of the paper. The second task was, you had to keep your eyes on the object in front of you, and keep looking at it whilst you tried to draw said object, so for myself, it was a small vase thing. And the third one was gesture drawing, just doing sketches with simple shapes and no colour, just loose drawing. Our models for it were goats the college has.

Here's some of my college artwork! From charcoal & chalk, to a mind map, formal elements, oil resistance art, oil pastels, reproducing an artist's work as an assignment. Andd drafts plus my final artwork for the unit, which was this.

So it goes on the left:Charcoal & chalk(top), Watercolour(Bottom. On the right: oil pastels(Top) and formal elements bit(Bottom). Also, i chose miles cuz, i had brain rot for welcome home and across the spider verse at that point.

Speaking of Welcome Home!

Idk if i've shown these, but i'm working on my own AU for it, The Work in progress name is "Home Escape", anddd yeahh i drew wally and julie digitally. Here are the irl drawings i used.

Plus the ref image i used for julie's dress for the au.

I hope you guys enjoyed the drawings and i hope i can post again soon! I am continuing Shadow's reflection, it's just taking me time to plan the story out and get the drawing done, due to college work taking up alot of my time.

Have a great day guys! And Happy Halloween! 🎃🍭🍬🕸️🕷️🦇🍬

#my artwork #welcome home fanart #welcome home au #miles morales #across the spider verse #miguel o'hara #college art #artwork

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paigelts05 · 3 months

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James Campbell [FNAF AR, Renegade AU]

https://www.deviantart.com/paigelts05/art/1069328144

Published: Jun 30, 2024

The vast majority of Fazbear Entertainment employees know nothing of the cult stuff. The vast majority of Fazbear Entertainment employees don't know that the murders were an inside job. But sometimes word gets around, only after you're in too deep, and the only thing you can do is try to stick under the radar as you try to save those you care about.

Kayla and James had known that they weren't long for this world since Faz Ent released thier obituaries whilst they were still alive.

James Campbell, sometimes also called Jim, had never been good at telling people how he felt. Even worse when his childhood friend was younger than him.

When he first met Steve, they were both kids. But when Jim turned 16, they begun to drift apart. It had been fine for a 15 year old to be the cool older friend and free supervision at the park for the younger kids, and Jim had generally been the best with younger kids, but after he turned 16, he felt that the very same people who saw him as just thier kid's friend yesterday were now looking at him funny, with expectations and distain, like he was just a free babysitter instead of their kid's friend, as if he was a third parent to all their kids and not a kid himself and that he was failing this unspoken parental duty. At his own 16th birthday party.

Once Jim became an adult, he decided to study IT, but due to his financial situation, he wound up taking many odd jobs before he had the financial stability to start college. In his final year, he met Steve again, who was in his first year. Jim wasn't exactly happy about this reunion, and it was all down to how he had previously drifted apart from Steve with no notice or explanation. He did wind up becoming somewhat friends with Steve again, mostly through Steve's effort, but Jim still feels as if thier relationship was strained.

After Jim graduated, he went to work for Fazbear Entertainment, and a few years later, Steve went to work for this lady named Anna who was apparently a friend of Steve's.

Jim kept in slight contact with Steve, and this is how Jim found out about the dark side of Fazbear Entertainment.

The public's knowledge of Fazbear Entertainment wasn't very deep: the average person only knew that kids and night guards routinely went missing and sometimes showed up as dead.

He was at the top of the bell curve: he had always figured that the bad reputation the franchise was just the same pick-n-mix of terrible traits that all large companies had combined with a heavy helping of negligence, and he thought that the negligence had been the cause of the tragedies and disappearances. Sure, he felt really naive after finding out the truth, but he did not expect murder to be a part of the company's core ethos.

Now knowing that his life has just gotten ten times more dangerous, Jim doubled down and made sure to keep in contact with Steve. Steve only knew because Anna had told him, and from what Steve had told Jim, Anna was the daughter of a Faz Ent Scientist. Now, Faz Ent having actual scientists was bizarre, but the mote bizarre things got, the more Jim tried to learn for himself, trying his level best to relay anything he could back to Steve.

So it made less sense when he saw Anna's company on the list of contractors working on the Special Delivery project. Steve told him that it was in part due to their financial situation, but also Anna seeming to have some ulterior motives. Something about keeping your friends close and enemies closer. It was certainly easier for contractors to track the animatronics than it was for a layman, and with what Jim knew about Anna, being free to track the animatronics seemed to be something she valued above a lot of things.

He kept on acting as Steve's contact, both professionally now that Steve was a contractor, and personality, leaking anything that may help Steve survive, but Jim had neglected himself.

One day, Jim went into work, and his boss was accompanied by a man in a dress shirt, waistcoat, slacks, and he had a gun. Jim knew he'd fucked up big time. He couldn't run, so had to listen.

Fazbear Entertainment was reporting him as dead. Jim was ordered to have no contact with the outside world.

He knew that if he refused, he'd be dead for real, so he had no choice but to go along with it.

He wound up unable to leave, but he found ways around things.

He learned to sneak around unseen, wire tap, take shorthand notes, and slip notes out undetected. One of the individuals he managed to slip notes out to went by many pseudonyms, but Jim knew the pseudonym "Whistleblower RedBear". Jim went by the pseudonym of "Dead Circuits".

The information that Dead Circuits was able to release was able to help further many investigations into Faz Ent's current projects. The construction of a megaplex, a VR environment, the resurrection of Adelaide and William, and "Vanny".

He could only investigate one without raising too much suspicion, and he only had the project names to work off of.

He decided to investigate the one he felt the deepest connection to: the "Vanny" plans. He felt as if Ness, one of Steve's friends, might be the woman refered to as "Vanny": he'd heard the word tossed around, so figured that it was his best bet if he was going to help Steve.

The plans interlaced with eachother, because of course they would, and he only managed to learn about the Adelaide Incident in post (he regretted not investigating the plans for the resurrection of Adelaide, but how could he have known), but he did his best to find out what Faz Ent had planned for Ness and how they intended to turn such a sweet lady into a psycho killer.

The information that Dead Circuits was able to anonymously leak was enough to help Ness keep a wrench in the works for far longer than Faz Ent anticipated.

After Faz Ent "obtained Vanny and put her to work at the objective location", his leaked information was able to give investigators a window into the internal goings on of Faz Ent and their "Vanny" plans, and it was such good information that it sped up the rate of collection of evidence so much that the police were prepared to launch a raid on the Megaplex far sooner than expected, and even paranormal responders who were supposed to be on medical leave were able to figure out where "Vanny" was.

After he received news that "Vanny" had "fallen through Faz Ent's fingers", he heard plans for Faz Ent to try and "bring Vanny back". He tried to gather details, but Faz Ent's plans were so hastily put together that by the time he'd managed to leak the information, he learned that the Raid on the megaplex had turned out as a success for investigators and had thwarted Faz Ent's "bring back Vanny Plan A", and that a trio of execs were currently on route to Ness's temporary accommodation to enact "being back Vanny Plan B". Needless to say, the information didn't make it in time to prevent the success of Faz Ent's plan B.

Even after the megaplex related chaos ended, Dead Circuits couldn't go back home, back to just being Jim Campbell, even though he wanted to. His employer reminded him every day that the world thought he was dead. He had been forced to bunk in the labs dormitories. He didn't get much privacy in regards to his personal artefacts. He had no idea what became of his apartment, or his things. He had been a perfectly normal guy before all of this, but now he was some kind of high-caliber informant superspy, and he hated it.

He just wanted someone to realise that he was alive. He wanted someone to come and save him. But he knew that would never happen. He knew that Steve had legitimately had a crush on him since college, and in the months up to his employer declaring him as dead, Jim had finally reciprocated that crush, and he wished that he'd told Steve instead of just keeping it to himself.

He had no idea how long it had been, but one day, he heard plans to attempt to resurrect Adelaide again. The plans involved killing their former contractors to generate enough Remnant so that Adelaide would be able to take over Anna's body. Just like the last attempt at this plan. But they were planning on kidnapping thier victims instead of making Adelaide have to puppet the situation from the shadows.

When he heard a Faz-truck pull up and saw an exec haul several unconscious people, including Steve, into the HQ, Jim knew that even if emergency services had been dispatched immediately, nobody would get here in time to save everyone. He knew that he'd have to sacrifice himself in Steve's place if he wanted Steve to survive. He was already dead to the world: he figured "so what if I really died, as long as Steve lives I'm OK".

And to Jim's surprise, Kayla, another person who had been declared dead by Faz Ent, but had taken up a mask as opposed to hiding in the shadows, wanted to join him, volunteering herself as a sacrifice as well, just to buy the kidnapped employees of CK animatronic maintenance and R&D robotics just a little more time.

#2024 #art #artwork #fnaf #fnaf au #renegade au #fnaf renegade au #renegade au guards #fnaf fanart #fnaf ar #fnaf ar emails #fnaf ar special delivery #fnaf special delivery #fnaf james campbell #fnaf jim campbell #fnaf jim #fnaf ar james campbell #fnaf ar jim campbell #fnaf ar jim

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