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The Trouble With Wanting || Morgan and Deirdre

Set the night of Deirdre’s alcohol and pie bender.

Morgan and Deirdre try to figure out what to do.

Morgan didn’t give herself time to change out of her pajama sweats or add a touch of ‘kiss me like this week never happened’ lipstick. She shoved her feet into her boots, filled her purse with hangover curing supplies, and got in the car. Al’s. How many times had she been there herself, drowning her hurt in fries and milkshakes and burgers that were so close but not quite like the ones she missed from home? And somehow she had missed Deirdre, getting trashed on alcohol and pie, all over the heartache they had apparently caused together without meaning to. Morgan grimaced as she pulled into the parking lot. She still felt a little responsible, despite the balm Deirdre’s words had run over that wound. Whenever she went back to rewrite that afternoon in her head, it always began with her choices, or that last smile Deirdre had given her right before--

Oh, Deirdre.

Far from the victorious maven who had taught her to throw a knife, Deirdre was curled up in a corner booth, head down, her face half buried in the corpse of a cherry pie. There was something disarming in its flagrant display of vulnerability even as it made Morgan’s heart ache. She slid into the booth beside her and brushed back Deirdre’s hair. “Hey,” she said gently. “You really weren’t kidding about the pie, huh?”

At some point between sneaking sips out of one of several flasks she was carrying and crushing bits of pie under her fork, pretending it was pieces of her, Deirdre fell asleep. Her dreams were swirls of colors and sensations, side-effects of whatever concoction of fae drug she’d thought to take. When she woke to find Morgan staring down and sliding next to her, warm hand in her hair, Deirdre was sure that was a dream too. Too good to be true, and too haunting to be anything else. She watched Morgan for a long moment, waiting for colors to devour her face or a second and third eye ball to pop out and blink horrors at her--nothing. She turned her attention back to the crushed cherry pie slice in front of her, a coldness that tickled on her nose as she slowly forced herself into a state of half-alertness. She reached up and swiped at it, drawing back pie-filling on her finger as she sighed. Memories had their way of blurring in a drunken haze, which was good because she didn’t want to remember.

Illusion-Morgan was warm though. “It’s too sweet though, they make it too sweet here.” She wiped her finger against one of the napkins, turning then to pull a flash from her jacket. “Can visions drink, or does that fall right through?” She offered it out, her words falling over each other as she hadn’t shaken either inebriation or sleep from her body. “But--” she flicked it open effortlessly, “I don’t like sharing so it doesn’t matter. Nothing matters; that’s the point.”

None of this should be touching or sweet. Deirdre was clearly in...some kind of place. Heartbroken, underneath whatever substances she’d been kicking back between bites of pastry. And yet Morgan couldn’t help but smile as she reached over for some napkins and began dabbing away at the mess. Maybe it was just that good to see her again. “You always say the sweetest things about my looks when I’m at my messiest,” she smirked. “But if I was a vision, Deirdre, I can guarantee I would’ve at least put on something cute. Or done my hair.” Nevertheless, she plucked the flask from Deirdre’s hands. She needed her sober, or something close to it, if she wanted to be able to get her home. “I’m here for real. You let me choose, and choose I did. Also: you matter.” She reached up to brush a drop of filling from the corner of her lip and held Deirdre’s face, hoping the alcohol haze would settle and she would see her, believe in her.

“You look perfectly fine just like that.” Deirdre’s response was instant, her head turned to look at dream-Morgan as she spoke plainly. She didn’t fight the flask being taken from her, unable to notice it as her attention stayed steady on the simple sight of Morgan. “Why would I want you to be anything else but here? With me?” Of course, she’d seen Morgan in something cute, with her hair done and lipstick delicately picked out. But even as a drug-induced vision, she couldn’t say she’d want Morgan to look any particular way. Just here, that was it. However she was. But illusion-dream-hallucination Morgan was warm, and pressing a tissue to her face and then pressing her hand to her face and her dreams never did that--they never were so kind. It struck her first that dreams had a habit of ending and she leaned in, pressing her lips to vision-Morgan’s desperately. When she pulled back and the woman was still there, she was struck then by the realization this was actually Morgan--and that would always be a thousand times better than a dream. Even in her state. Especially in her state. “Oh,” she squeaked, twisting in her seat and gripping the cushioning of the booth a little harder. “You’re not---I’m not dreaming then. I’m not--Oh no.” She glanced at her table, in disarray with empty plates strewn about and various slices of half-eaten pie desecrated on them. She turned back to Morgan, “I didn’t--I didn’t get any pie for you.”

There wasn’t enough talk in the world about how someone could zip you up in warmth with just a few words. Undone, unravelings, revealings, sheddings, those were common enough, but Morgan didn’t feel like she’d lost her skin to hear Deirdre talk. Why would I want you to be anything else but here? It was better than the press of a warm quilt, all the more strange for coming from her cold-skinned fae. She parted her lips and let Deirdre kiss her, sliding her arms around her neck, pressing in gently. “Oh, is right,” she said, smirking. She covered Deirdre’s hand with her own under the table, pressing in with all her strength and warmth, knuckles to knuckles. She didn’t want to feel her clam up again, or for those awful walls her mother had taught her to build to lock into place. What she wanted was already before her, too good to do anything but grab it with all she had. “It’s okay,” she whispered, resting her chin on the woman’s shoulder. “It’s okay, Deirdre. And uh, I’m not so sure you didn’t give me any.” She could still taste the sweet residue of cherry on her tongue, for one, and she dipped her free hand into the gutted pie tin to swirl up a glob more, for another.

There was a conversation they needed to have, it dug itself into Deirdre’s shoulders, settled only as Morgan cut through them. There was what was right; what she knew to be right and what she was raised to know was right. Then there was what she wanted, sitting clumsily on the outskirts. It was easy to see what she wanted as wrong, she’d tried to drown it down to no avail. Want sat beside her. Want held her hand and asked for nothing. So distant from what was right, that cold and uncaring creature. But Deirdre knew, just as well as she did the first night she’d invited Morgan over, that there was a very good reason the world worked the way it did. With alcohol coursing through her, her normal resilience melted. “I’d be mad that you’re eating my pie but my sight is so blurry all I can see is your mouth. It is, however, a very cute mouth,” she smiled despite the growing ache---emotional or pie-related, she didn’t know. Was this it? Would they dance around conversation until the next expanded argument wrenched them apart for more and more days until there was no drunken consolation at the end?

Spurred by the quickly diminishing haze of booze, Deirdre thought she’d start speaking while she had the courage to. “You asked me before, if you helped me too, if you gave me anything,” she swallowed thickly, “the truth is I don’t have the language to tell you just how much. I don’t know if there are words at all. ‘Yes’ is too short and ‘more than you’ll know’ is too demanding and--and--There are no words to talk about a place that is warmer than warm, lighter than light.” She paused, her tongue worked around the stumbled explanation of more but her mind churned too slow to keep up with her frantic heart. She half wished she was more drunk, half wished she’d never had anything at all. “Do you sometimes forget how bright the sun is until you feel it on a summer day that’s hot but where the wind is cool? When you can’t look up, only forward?” Deirdre’s words slurred on top of eachother, spilling into the next before the previous was done. She was rushing; half-drunk, half-panicked. Sure if she stopped then she’d never be able to speak again and sure enough, she stopped. All she could see was Morgan’s lips, parted once for pie and then the flask she’d stolen. “I think I--I think--Can I have that back? Or can you move a little so I can take out another flask?”

Bolstered as Morgan felt, her chest trembled to hear Deirdre talk about her in a way she had felt and believed in through the press of her touch and the look in her eyes, but never heard aloud. And wasn’t that part of the problem? That they couldn’t be like this except in moments of desperation when it was all about to come apart. Deirdre could only let Morgan see her want when she thought it was a dream, something already beyond her. And Morgan didn’t know how to slide in close enough to her heart to stay there when the walls came back up with the day again. She couldn’t help but believe that she might learn the secret one day, but she couldn’t fool herself into believing that it had already come.

“There aren’t words for that, not that I know of,” she said softly, shifting her hand to press over Deirdre’s heart. “But I know what you mean. Because that’s the place you make for me too. I feel better, knowing you’re in it with me. Because it feels so good-- you should get to have something that feels that good.” She pressed a firm kiss to Deirdre’s cheek. “Not here,” she said. “I want to get you home where you can rest. And I know--I know I can’t fix everything wrong just by turning up, but for tonight, can you let me be here? All I want is to be here with you, Deirdre.” She pressed harder against her chest. “We can go back to figuring out the grown-up thing to do later. Can that be okay?”

Warmth was fine, comfort was welcome, but it wasn’t what the pliable Deirdre needed to sustain her susceptibility to want. She needed more of that good flask juice, that wondrous intoxication that pulled her from the body that was made and into the heart that couldn’t be changed. Morgan’s sweet words were no match against the mind Deirdre’s mother crafted. And like clockwork, without the influence of something else to peel back her coldness, she stiffened. What she wanted to be a gentle agreement came out as a guttural “no”. And then she repeated it, “no.” Because she knew, just as well as she did that first time, that the world worked in its cycle for a reason. There was an agreement not torn at their feet; void. If her mother waltzed into Al’s--improbable given the ‘too human’ nature of the establishment--would Deirdre run her knife against Morgan like she did those animals? Would this be another lesson in sealing the weak parts of her away? You don’t like the humans, there were words for fae that did. She groaned, trying to shift to pull out from her jacket what she needed but finding it impossible without pushing Morgan away, something she didn’t want to do again. She wanted to be here, and here was fine in the diner that always felt removed from time.

But Deirdre didn’t have the heart to doom them into the same cycle. Maybe this was the kinder thing to do, in the end; figure out the grown-up thing to do now. Closure was important, or so she’d heard. “No,” she tried again, “no, we should talk. Avoiding it isn’t right. Isn’t...fair. To either of us.” But mostly to Morgan, she imagined. Deirdre’s mind had already been made up, she knew which part she was supposed to serve. Want was wrong, in the face of what was obviously right. But Morgan made it feel simple, as though pushing it all away was as simple as saying it could be okay. But it couldn’t. She knew it couldn’t. Would they be stuck like this? Vying for spaces removed from harsh reality? “I don’t think there’s anything to fix, Morgan. Even if either of us could. I don’t--” she swallowed again, thicker. “I don’t think I get to have this.”

Morgan stiffened at the first no, as if it had struck her body. It was almost instantaneous, she didn’t have time to realize she was being pushed out, she was simply already on the other side of those walls. She picked up the flask and set it on the table between them, where they could both reach. This couldn’t be the only way she got to see Deirdre, in flashes, in anguish, in the smallest sparks of relief. It just couldn’t be. They had to be able to learn together, they had to be able to keep something, even a piece, even a small one-- Morgan steadied her breathing and took a bitter sip from the flask before setting it back again, nudging it over with a fingertip. “C-can you please not…” Her voice was small and wavering, that of an anguished little girl, watching her world fall away and wondering what she’d done wrong now. But this wasn’t that. She hadn’t misstepped this time. She had come. She had tried, again, to ease the hurt away. And she deserved better; they both did.

She spoke again. “I can feel you, you know, shutting me out. And I’d rather you didn’t, for this talk.” She breathed carefully. “What I don’t understand is--why don’t you get to have this? I would never ask you to prioritize me over your duty, or your people. What you have with them is sacred, and even if I don’t know everything that you must do, I understand that you must do it. I don’t need you to change your life inside out.” But didn’t Deirdre already know this? Or guessed? Morgan slipped an arm around her, holding her as best she could in the small booth, tight, in case she never got the chance again. “I want you,” she whispered, steady and firm. “So much, and we have failed so badly at being completely apart. Can we at least have something else instead? If it’s really that impossible, and you’re not just shutting me away because you think you should, can we have something?”

Freed finally from the consuming warmth of Morgan, Deirdre pulled another flask from her jacket and downed its contents at once. She clanked the flask down, savoring the sound of Morgan's voice as she waited for the alcohol to work its magic through her system. In the meantime, she listened. "You don't understand...?" She nearly scoffed, but shook the rudeness away. "A life lived second to something as cold as fate is...not a life you want, Morgan. How can I not put you first? You don't need to ask, it's what you deserve and it's not—" Deirdre closed her eyes. It would have been easy to say she was fine with pretending like Morgan didn't matter—to shove the woman away and insist she was just a meager pet to any that questioned. Humans had their place, it wasn't a place Deirdre wanted to put Morgan. Even if somehow, in some miraculous way, Morgan could accept the death that sat at Deirdre's fingers. "They rip the wings out of Fae that like humans. They cast you out; they mutilate, kill, anything to prove a point. And I—I'm not even a good person. I don't get to have something. I shouldn't. I'll do whatever I'm asked of. And if my mother asks me to—" she opened her eyes, steadied on the sight of Morgan. She swallowed, knowing her promise was as easy as a spell and a few ingredients to break. What good was it then? What good was anything she did? She turned her gaze back to the table, the flask between them and the crushed pie in its simple tin. "I don't want to hide you away like some—some—" anger flared, and she balled her hands into a fist. The flask shone bright in its spot on the table. The sentence hung unfinished.

Deirdre leaned into Morgan, sighing against her. She pulled her close, best as she could, and held her too, in case she never got the privilege to again. 'I want you' brought a heady crawl up her, caught in her throat. She fixated on the fact Morgan could simply mean physically, or in the way that comforted—nothing more. If it was anything more, Deirdre wouldn't have the courage to finish the conversation she asked for. "What something else is there?" No satisfying end; wasn't that a fact she'd come to learn already? She turned to look at Morgan again. Her expression, fraught with pain that sat diligently over longing, flicked with the ghost of a smile. "I want you too." She felt it necessary to have that said, while she the courage lasted and she knew exactly how she'd meant the words. Deirdre repeated herself with more meaning now, "what something else is there then?"

Morgan’s heart fluttered with panic as Deirdre explained what happened to fae who touched people like her. Liked people like her. It had occurred to her in the woods that there was some fuckery like that in Deirdre’s life, but she hadn’t imagined they would be violent to their own. Didn’t fae have more pride in themselves than that? But fucking stars, it never ended. No laws, no years, no magic in the cosmos would ever be enough to make her into something that wouldn’t be reviled in someone’s gaze. It never stopped, and it wasn’t fair. Just one more thing. “I didn’t know,” she whispered. “You never said—“ She turned in the seat so she could reach more of Deirdre, tuck her face into her neck. Were there any watching them now? Would they know just by looking or smelling— Morgan remembered how she would monitor the angle of her legs, the length of her stares, her gestures. Not too much, she told herself, and yet somehow, someone would always suspect. The surprise on the girls’ faces when they saw something in her hurt just as much as the disgust, wait, are you a queer? And she would lie, and hide better, but that did nothing to change the truth. The memory made her want to hold Deirdre closer, tighter. As if that alone could keep all the hatred and unfairness away. “I can handle a lot of that, Deirdre. Do you not know what they used to do to people like me where I’m from? What they still do?” She laughed, small and sad, because the only thing funny was that she hadn’t escaped that barrier, even in her first supernatural community. “Secrecy, that’s nothing to me. And you do deserve to have something that feels like this, no matter what you’ve been told, you do. But I didn’t know I was putting your life at risk with this.” She kissed her temple tenderly and breathed through the ache of disappointment building in her.

“I could be your friend,” she said after a while, as gently as she could. “We could be friends who talk to each other online. Maybe call for a good reason and send little things, now and then. Would that be safer for you? Would someone here hurt you for that?” She pressed into Deirdre’s hair and rubbed at the stiffness in her weary body. “Because the way I see it, we already care about each other, and that’s what keeps us coming back here. And being helpless to do anything about it is what hurts most. So what if, instead of hurting ourselves and each other by trying to cut it off entirely...we find a way to care a little differently. I can know if you’re okay, and what happened with the stolen food at work, and you can have my stories, and anything else you want to know. We can know each other, and you can be safe. And it won’t be what we want most, but it won’t hurt so much. And it’ll matter.” She pressed a firm kiss to her head. “I can’t un-know you, and you won’t ever stop mattering to me, Deirdre. So I can’t leave you behind like you’re nothing and I’m not going to let you ask me to again. I would much rather take the honor of being your good but not too often seen friend. There’s no point in failing at this no contact policy a third time, right?”

It was a bad idea to chug down whiskey after eating an excessive amount of pie. Deirdre could feel it inside her, which was bad, because she could feel a lot of things inside her. None of which were the fun sort of thing to be feeling. She relaxed into Morgan, mostly because she was sure if she tried to move away pie would come back out in bits and chunks. “I know,” she mumbled, “I got it too, from the humans. It’s the most absurd thing.” But it was further used to reinforce their inferiority. Of course the silly, lowly humans would think in such limiting ways. Deirdre pulled her head up, feeling the effects of the liquor and thankfully little of the pie. “You said you liked telling people you were a witch because it was nice to be...open,” she blinked, confused. Maybe Morgan just meant generally, and not in the sense that she’d be okay if that was their situation. It couldn’t have been anyway, there was the hurdle of ‘I’m a murderer’ that she also needed to get over and the idea of hiding anything at all always made her stomach churn (although, more likely in this case, that was the pie). “You deserve to have something that…something. I deserve more pie...and a nap,” she hiccuped, “I just said--I just said that I’m not a good person.”

She swallowed the feeling of bubbling pie down as the warmth of booze filled her mind with fuzz, but just enough clarity to whimper at Morgan’s use for the word ‘friend’. Eventually, she spoke up. “You think I care about my safety?” Deirdre pulled back, just enough to look at Morgan. Earnestly, eye-to-eye, the way her great-great-grandmother taught her. “I’m worried about you. I don’t care about--they’re far more likely to hurt you, Morgan. I’m young, this can be seen as a lapse in judgement. I don’t like humans, I like you--I’ll get called names for the next fifty years but I’ll be fine. You, on the other hand…” She sighed, lifting her hands to hold Morgan’s face; half because the desire to just kiss her grew more with each moment and half because the room was spinning a little. “You could un-know me. There’s spells and drugs for that.” None of which she liked, but the option rolled in the back of her head. “Not too often is--” her face broke out into a pout and her hands fell away from Morgan’s face, defeated, “no sex?”

“I did, yeah,” Morgan admitted. “But I’m really used to things being the other way. And if it was for you, it would at least be a good reason.” Not that they could take the risk, not if Deirdre could be ground into the pavement or sent away to have the best parts of her tortured away. “Oh, not the good person thing again,” Morgan laughed dryly. “Look, morality is relative. I already said you’re good to the people who matter, and if this is about not caring about a dead doe or the secret ritual sacrifice things you’re raised to do in the name of death I’m not supposed to know anything about, that still doesn’t mean you’re not a person who deserves love. And nice, warm things and being known and cherished.” She added the other words on quickly, as if they might obscure the first, weightiest, and most dizzying. But it was hard not to think of such words with Deirdre’s hands on her face, with her deep brown eyes looking into hers. “Well I don’t want to un-know you. And I’m cursed and if I don’t figure anything out I have maybe twelve years before I get hit with a flying anvil or something. And I can try to measure what I give and what I burden other people with, and I do, all the time, but--” But it was just worth it when she was with Deirdre. Claiming even a few hours, a few days, out of the cold, cursed fist of the universe felt worth it every time. “I just want to know you more than I’m afraid of everything else.” Which meant the measurements would always fail, that she might overlook something, and leave Deirdre vulnerable in the next twist of her stupid, stupid curse.

“Yeah,” she said quietly. “No sex. Not too much coming over. But we’d still have something of each other. We wouldn’t have to go crazy wanting to write, we could just do it. You could call to hear my voice, and you’d let me do it too. Isn’t that worth something? Isn’t that better than what we’ve been trying?”

Now the room was really fuzzy, all except Morgan and her beautiful, perfectly crafted lips that Deirdre could just lean into and---”Huh?” She shook her head, “secret ritual sacri--no! No! I’m seriously evil!” Not that the words were any convincing coming out with a drunken mumble and a childish pout. “It means exactly those things, Morgan!” And her exasperation was enough to keep her from falling on top of Morgan in a sloppy attempt to close distance in the way she’d ached to since Morgan first entered Al’s as a divine vision. “I wanna know you more than I know a...mhm, pie.” What once seemed like brilliance, to down her liquor and power through a much-needed conversation while she had the heart to, now seemed completely terrible. Deirdre tried to steady herself, and a pout turned into her drunken idea of seriousness. And then her drunken idea of seriousness turned back into a pout, this time wider and accompanied by eyes that glistened and betrayed her dismay. “N-no sex. Yeah, that’s--I’m okay with--I don’t even know what sex is.” She swallowed, “I--that’s--friends is fine.” It sounded like the logical thing in the moment, the best of both worlds. As Morgan explained it, at least. Deirdre wasn’t sober enough for her own risk-analysis, even if that was the job she got paid for. “Is that...what you want? To be friends? Just friends? Nothing-more-no-sex friends? Occasionally-meeting-nothing-more-no-sex friends?” Because she didn’t. “That,” her lip quivered, “that’s fine.”

Even a drunken Deirdre’s disappointment was hard to take. Morgan couldn’t help but touch her fingers to the corner of her quivering mouth and bring their foreheads gently together. Remind her that they were attempting to play a whole other ballgame besides want alone. Make it hurt less. “You know what I really want,” she said. “What I really want to give you. What I wish I could really keep of you. You know how I feel, Deirdre,” she said. “But if you won’t let me, or if it costs too much to have what we want, I will take being your friend any day over nothing. It’s still worth it.”

Now the alcohol really was a terrible idea. Deirdre couldn’t think of a thing to say that wasn’t some dramatic variation of ‘take me’ or ‘I don’t care’ or more notably ‘I don’t care, take me’. She’d sober up to regret this, she knew that. Regret having this conversation, regret falling so easily into Morgan’s sweet clutches--where the words were gentle and the ideas alluring. But would she regret it more if she agreed to the mocked idea of friendship? “I don’t know what you want,” she whispered, closing her eyes. Her heart thrummed, and panic bubbled up--or was that pie? Or both? She suppressed the panic-pie and tried to go on, “I don’t---how do you feel?” Was it a bad idea to ask? Her stomach fluttered at the possibility, from hope---or was that the pie again? “No, don’t tell me. It’s better if you--no, tell me. No, don’t. No---I don’t know,” she breathed after a moment, “do I want to hear this?”

For the first time since coming here, Morgan felt her own little walls rise up, felt them beg her, no, no, please… What was the point? They hadn’t seemed to agree on whether the risks were worth taking, or why the smallest pleasure of exchanging words at a distance might not feel enough. Deirdre’s sobriety had bypassed questionable. For all Morgan knew, she might not remember in the morning and this will all have been a very strange dream. Why tell her, confuse her, maybe even frighten her with the truth? Because it might not. Because she was owed the truth if Morgan’s being here wasn’t enough to grant her certainty.

Morgan put her hand gently over Deirdre’s heart, which had begun to flutter in spite of her natural stillness. “Remember to breathe slowly,” she urged, voice tight. Was Deirdre already afraid of how deep, how predictably in over her head and cliche she was? Or was Deirdre afraid that she somehow wasn’t? She gave herself so easily to Morgan when she was asked, but took so little. Could she take this from her? Catch it with her gentleness? Keep it? Morgan swallowed thickly. “And I guess that depends...on how you feel too. Would it change anything for the better, if you knew I want to be the person who cherishes you at the end of the day?” She swallowed again, thicker. “Would you do anything different if I said I want all of you, or as much of you as I’m allowed? Or that I feel safe with you, in a way I haven’t before, when we’re together? Would you...would you be scared, if I told you I...I think I love you? Because I don’t have to tell you that, if it makes you scared.” She dropped her hand tentatively, braced herself. “I don’t want you to be a-afraid of me or disappear because it seems kinda soon for that or to make this harder, so, I don’t have to…” she trailed off.

Deirdre’s world slowed into a singular sound, the scenery of Al’s fell away in messy clumps. She watched Morgan’s lips and waited until they stilled. Once she was sure no more words could escape them, she leaned in, pressing her lips to Morgan’s in a kiss she’d wanted for for the better part of an hour now--as fervent as the insistent thumping of a heart that was supposed to be slow. The small booth was a curse suddenly, with not enough room to hold Morgan against her and no way to push the table bolted to the floor someplace else. Working with what little she did have, she reached out to press herself into Morgan, or Morgan into her, not caring that her knee jabbed awkwardly into the booth seat’s back. With her arms tangled around the human, and her body twisted to face her completely, she only remembered the need to breathe when her lungs demanded she pull back, but not away. Breathless, Deirdre smiled, a confession of her own sat at the edge of the tongue that darted out over her lips.

“Morgan, I…” she sighed, pressing her forehead to the woman’s. If only the world would let her stay like that. She leaned back, reaching out to hold Morgan’s hand. “I have to be honest with you, as my heart demands it, but I didn’t hear a single word of what you said. I’m so extremely sick right now that the only thing keeping me from throwing up is that you’re in front of me, and that I want to kiss you again, and that I refuse to get sick in public. It’s all I can think about. Everything tastes like cherry and whiskey and blueberry and vodka.” She leaned her head on Morgan’s shoulder, or fell over on her. “I can’t hear anything but my stomach and it’s not happy. I can’t even hear myself.” And she was so close to the edge of expelling all of the pie she’d consumed that she imagined the lie to be as believable as it could be.

She didn’t know anything about love. She knew what she’d been told of it, that it was the kind of thing her family had for her, and she for them, and that fae held for each other no matter what. That humans couldn’t even fathom the word, that they never meant it. She didn’t know what it felt like, if it lied or changed or went away if she didn’t reach for it. She’d regret a lot once she sobered, she’d regret playing the part of the sick drunk too. She’d regret not saying what she wanted, and what she felt honestly. But this was a kindness. The chance to let Morgan take it back, think it over and come to the right conclusion. To say she couldn’t hear her, when the only thing she could hear in this empty diner was the song of Morgan’s voice; this was a kindness. To kiss her then, as she would for the last time. To commit feeling to memory, but in such a inconsequential way that Morgan could forget just as Deirdre would never. All she’d been told of love was sacrifice; this then, was exactly that. “Mhm, we can go with the friends thing--I can’t think right now.”

Morgan didn’t know what to think at first. The initial silence after her words seemed to roar in her ears, then she was being kissed, not just kissed but swept away into Deirdre’s arms entirely. Caught. Held. Morgan was so bewildered she accepted her without question, clung to her and kissed her back with the same relief and abandon, beaming against Deirdre’s lips with hope all the way until she spoke.

Oh.

She did her best not to let her face waver. It wasn’t Deirdre’s fault. She wasn’t trying to leave her hanging alone in her feelings, she said as much. She’d had too much, she was ill, and Morgan probably should have known better anyway. She didn’t get to be someone who kept things, kept people. Stolen bits of light from the universe were just that, and they would slip away again each time.

She hid the tremble in her fingers by stroking the back of Deirdre’s head. It was just as well, she told herself. Friendship would keep the banshee safe from the other fae and safer still from Morgan’s curse. If she really did love Deirdre, isn’t that what she should want for her anyway, even over having her? Wouldn’t it make her something horrible, to long too hard for something different? Too selfish?

“Why um, why don’t we get you home, okay?” She said softly, still petting Deidre’s hair with shaky fingers. “I’ll get you set up. You need to be somewhere more comfortable, alright?” At least she had braced herself first, Morgan thought. At least in Deirdre’s drunken innocence, she had given her only a short way to fall. “Come on, I’ve got you…”

Deirdre considered for a moment that it was wrong to assume the trajectory of Morgan's emotions and their eventual fall away from her. Wrong, maybe, but right. Risk-analysis was her job, prediction was her birthright. She lived looking ten steps ahead, detached from the present. And love, true love, wasn't that sacrifice? Wasn't that suffering, bending and breaking and denying want and desire for the sake of someone else? She knew the kind of person she was, the kind of things she did and the kind of things she could be made to do if only her duty asked it of her. Such a person, cruel and unkind, wouldn't suit Morgan. Not in the fantastical way that Jane Austen painted love to be, by two souls that were ultimately pure and deserving of such affection—or it was as she remembered it. How long had it been since she'd actually read one? Frightened of the truth that might sit in those pages, she hadn't dared. All she knew for now was that she wanted nothing but kindness for Morgan, how to go about giving that to her was its own problem.

But she was sick, and pie did want to leave her churning stomach. If only she could have asked Morgan was was right, what was kinder; giving her what she wanted for now or making it easier when she realized it wasn't what she wanted later. And all of that ignoring the fact Morgan very well could be flayed if Deirdre wasn't careful with the hiding. It was hard still, not to take it all back when she could feel Morgan's fingers in her hair. To say that she wanted this, for as long as she could have it. "You do 'got' me," she mumbled, drunkenly collecting her things and stumbling up to stand. She pulled three crisp hundred dollar bills and slapped them down, turning to look at Morgan instead of the pie-stained table. "I'm all yours." And she'd meant it in more of the emotional sense than the fact she nearly fell on top of her as she needed to be carried along, but if hiding it under an act was the only way she could say it, she'd take it for now. "Can I—" she paused, raising her fingers to her lips to half pretend to stop a spew of digested pie. "Can I just say something? I think—I think you are unquestionably the best human but also so—" she brought her fingers to her lips again, this time to keep out an inopportune burp. "So, so deserving of several things. One of which will be something good, that lasts forever. Forever! That doesn't even exist! Nothing is forever but you're going to have it." She nudged the human, "and you know what else? I don't—I can't use words good now." She hiccuped, sure that it wasn't much of an act anymore. Deirdre steadied herself and forced clarity with as much power as a drunk Irish woman could: "I promise you that if you want me, if you need me or if you're just lonely or sad or scared or if you just want someone with you, or if you need help or you're in trouble...I promise that if you ask, I'll come to you."

Morgan hadn’t known her heart could drop a second time, but Deirdre’s proclamation of I’m all yours did just that. “That would be really something,” she whispered with longing, confident enough that Deirdre wouldn’t hear, or at least remember. And it was hard not to laugh in an awful way at the money she left on the table. Yeah, real evil one, that Deirdre, even with all the pie debris, it had to have been an outrageous tip. But she made it mostly out of the diner with the banshee in tow, letting her words slide off her little walls, listening to their whispers of I told you so, instead, until Deirdre stopped them and promised.

Morgan leaned away from her far enough to search her face. How alert was she? How fast did drink wear off for fae? It was as though she had emerged out of the whiskey pool just for this, just for her. Morgan nodded, too astonished to speak. The falling had stopped and she was held again. Amazing, how she could be held without being touched. But what else could she make of that promise, twinned with her own from the lake, but their own way of keeping arms around each other, even when they were apart? Slowly, taking advantage of Deirdre’s stillness, Morgan took the scrunchie she’d left on her wrist and swept back the woman’s hair, pressing close into her as she did. “Okay,” she said at last.”Okay.” Once wasn’t enough to make it real. And she would have to check in with Deirdre on it by the light of day, just in case. But she wasn’t selfless enough to turn it away now. She wanted to believe that Deirdre would stay a little bit hers, that if she said the words for how she felt again, they would be answered back as a matter of course, and if those ideas faded into dust like some backfired alchemy the next day, at least she held them now. They felt real enough. She squeezed Deirdre’s arms tight, resisting the urge to kiss her just one more time (if she started again now, she’d never stop) and resumed their walk to her car again. “Let’s get you taken care of,” she said, guiding her through the passenger door. “Cozy and hydrated and safe. And I’ll stay with you, until you fall asleep.”

What was it that Deirdre’s mother had told her when she took her books from her hands? Something about how life could was never that sweet or simple, how stories were often just that--stories. Or was it something about how humans were never smart, never kind, the lambs to the laughter? Deirdre closed her eyes, humming under Morgan’s touch, bending down for her--yielding--to make it easier to pull her hair back. Was it something instead about how the lines between fae and human were clear, and she had her place above them and they had theirs? Something about rabbits, surely. Her mother loved to compare the humans to animals. Her mother never spoke of the desire to want to hold a rabbit close, to shelter it with her body from the cruel world that never was sweet or simple. She spoke of affection once, only to call it useless. Deirdre opened her eyes as soon as the contact left, cold in its wake. Her fingers twitched at her side, shocked by the impulse to reach for Morgan again. She could, half-drunk under pale moonlight and bright stars, illuminated faintly by neon signs, it would feel almost right. And wasn’t it a crime not to make sure Morgan knew how well starlight suited her? Shouldn’t she do something? It would be almost right of her.

Instead she let their walk resume, uninterrupted by the affection she wanted to share. She waved a hand dismissively as she plopped into the passenger’s seat, “I don’t need to be taken care of.” And she hated the feeling every time but this once, just this once. When Morgan took her seat at the wheel, Deirdre turned to her, arm tucked under her head as she tried to fashion it into a pillow for herself. Want was wrong, selfish. Want was the thing that humans did, the thing that made them weak. She’d heard it from her mother in a dozen different ways, sometimes with animals--sheep, rabbits, pigs, cattle. “You said if you were a vision, you’d be wearing something cute and I said I the only thing I want from you is to be with me,” she smiled softly as her eyes betrayed her mourning, “I’m sorry I want you. But I can promise you that I’ve never met a more beautiful woman. If this is a dream, I’m not so sure my mind would have changed anything at all, not even that unruly fluff you call hair.”

Deirdre turned back, facing forward and crossing her arms over her chest. “Until I fall asleep…” she mumbled to herself. Well, that was as easy as never falling asleep then, wasn’t it? If it was selfish to want, to hold, then stealing moments would just have to do. “You could stay with me longer than that,” she mumbled again, “but I guess this would really be a dream then.”

Morgan coaxed her car to life with a few wriggles of the key and put a hand on Deirdre’s as they pulled out into the night. “I’d rather be real than nothing,” she said, making an effort to convince herself as well. And sure enough, when the morning began to stretch into the sky and Deirdre’s eyes settled into something like sleep, Morgan left her hangover supplies in the kitchen with her initial on a post-it. It was as tender as it was sad, a ghost of the breakfast and care Deirdre had made for her after Valentine’s Day. But it was real. And maybe one day it might even feel like enough to be content.

#wr deirdre #wr chatzy #wr deirdre chatzy #the trouble with wanting #wickedswriting #//long feelsy baby here

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lepusrufus · 3 years ago

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I adore your art! Do you have any Cassandra/Tobias headcanons (can be for your Werewolf AU or for canon)? Your fanart of their younger selves with Cassandra complaining about her mom has single handedly made me ship them.

Oho I haven't done hcs in a while and I just love me some wholesome emotional support brits, so here goes (these are mostly just hcs that I have in my own fics or stuff I kinda gathered by being a nerd and watching their scenes too much) (also buckle up cause you opened the floodgates for all the feelsies I have on them):

They met relatively young because similarly to Jayce, Tobias was backed by the Kirammans

Tobias drinks his respect women juice and Cassandra looked at that adorable face and went yeah that one

They used to go on hunting trips together quite a bit, which is when Cassandra got injured that one time

He never lets her live it down

Cassandra’s mom is an asshole in every universe and she absolutely did not approve of Tobias, which gained her the biggest fuck you of the century from Cassandra

I feel like Cassandra may not have cared that much about marrying with someone with a really high position or smt (watch s2 disprove me on this lmao). I mean she already has a guaranteed seat among Piltover’s leaders and is the head of one of the richest families there, what else can you want.

Going against the general consensus here and saying Tobias is not a doctor, BUT he has medical training

Tbh the only piece of canon we have about his job is the lol lore that says he's an artificer, so I'm going with that.

Specifically he likes to tinker with weapons and he's the one that made and designed Caitlyn's rifle

Also Caitlyn’s grandma did not approve of her love for shooting in the slightest which actually made Cassandra double down and go "here sweetie have a rifle", to Tobias' utter delight

(It came to bite her in the ass later on but oh well)

Ik a lot of ppl ship them (galaxy brain tbh) but I really like the idea that Grayson was always a good friend of theirs, so despite it all, part of them is happy that she ended up someone their daughter looked up to

Tobias calls Cassandra "Cassie" I take no criticism

Ik I mentioned this, but each Kiramman has their own hunting dog, named after firearms in true nerd fashion. Sniper and Revolver are Caitlyn and Cassandra’s and are the same breed, while Shottie is Tobias' baby and is more of a retriever for hunting waterfowl

They are not homophobic I will take this hc and rip it with my teet- mmmmm everyone is entitled to their hcs everyone is entitled to their hcs everyone is-

I feel like ppl exaggerate the "fun dad strict mom" dynamic a little. I mean if you remember Tobias was the first to want to drop Jayce after the lab blew up while Cassandra was actually more lenient. What I'm saying is, they're probably on the same page a lot more than we think.

They're pretty classist tho let's not gloss over that. *taps watch* fix that. Have you guys seen your future daughter in law??

Speaking of which, after some initial bumps the Kirammans would absolutely adore Vi and you can take this from my cold dead hands

Tobias and Vi would just vibe while their respective wives are bickering about whatever competitive shit they got into. "Should we uh... intervene?" "Oh no darling I quite enjoy living."

Apparently Tobias smokes

Tobias and Caitlyn have matching silly top hats

Vi's first mistake was letting their tailor get her measurements. The Kirammans really like their fancy clothes and their daughter's partner has to match.

Also the Kirammans like to take some family pictures every time they go to the winter estate for hunting season

The first time Vi was with them she was all "aight imma let you to it" to which Cassandra responded rather miffed that they didn't bring along like five of her suits just for her not to be in the photos, now go on and get changed

Caitlyn was both endeared and trying not to laugh her ass off

Ok this got a little long but thanks for opening pandora's box nonnie. I could do a part 2 of the Paranormal AU version if you guys are curious (while jumping through fifty loops to avoid spoilers lol)

#i feel like there's more bouncing in my brain but this is already long enough #arcane headcanon #caitlyn kiramman #tobias kiramman #cassandra kiramman #piltover’s finest #asks

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beyoncesdragon · 4 years ago

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an introduction of VICTON♥︎༄

my favorite emo punk fairies of kpop, @aixy-hpsa bub buckle up.

-`about victon´-

Victon actually means Voice to New World or some, and we, the cult-followers, are to be yelled at by the name of ALICE. They debuted 2016 and have so far produced a bunch of mindblowing, amazing, superior, beautiful, showstopping (...) bops:

-`studio albums´-

Voice : The Future is Now (2021) *scream*

-`mini albums´-

Voice To New World (2016)

Ready (2017)

Identity (2017)

From. VICTON (2017)

Nostalgia (2019)

Continuous (2020)

-`single albums´-

"Time of Sorrow" (2018)

"Mayday" (2020)

they are amaaaaazing oke. look here have my favorite songs of them. (Yes I’m forcing my love for them down your throat now I’m sorry)

♥︎ - KANG SEUNGSIK - ♥︎

♥︎ 16. April 1995 ♥︎ 🐶 ♥︎ 🇰🇷 ♥︎

Leader!

He became Victons leader after Seungwoo started participating in Produce X 101 and then officially became Victons leader when Seungwoo came back from X1.

Vocalist! VOCALIST. VOCALIST

This man is blessed with a set of insane vocal chords and we all love him for it.

congratulations to Victon for being the only group with Kang Seungsik

He’s the mom of the group :,)

Supa caring dude, cleans up the mess of OT6

Is “Health” in persona, which kinda fits doesn’t it.

Naturally gets bullied by the younger ones.

EYE SMILE GANG

Also has dimples

Great leader and we should all respect him for it and give him never ending credits, victon wouldn’t be victon without him periodt.

♥︎ - HAN SEUNGWOO - ♥︎

♥︎ December 24, 1994 ♥︎ 🦊 ♥︎ 🇰🇷 ♥︎

Lead rapper, lead dancer, lead vocalist lead everything

Except Leader.

He gave that position up after he returned from X1 (where he by the way also was voted leader)

YOOO the members missed him so much they cried when he was gone

Visuals✨

Oh boy that man...dangerous

He has the funniest laugh? Like u would never expect that laugh to be his???

He. Has. His. Own. EP. And I dare everyone to listen to „Sacrifice“. It’s a masterpiece.

Seunggu also has tattoos!! 3 in total.

This dude is ripped yet u will probably catch him imitating goats and pikachu...?

Will roast the maknae but with love

Hes so much more than just his face.

♥︎ - DO HANSE - ♥︎

♥︎ 25. Sept. 1997 ♥︎ 🐱 ♥︎ 🇰🇷 ♥︎

Hello you’re looking at the loml

Main rapper.

(Of victon and of Kpop ex.1 and ex.2)

Sese ♥︎

Puts the sweet in sweetheart and really, he only looks like he could kill

TATTOOOOOS. SO. MANY. OF. THEM.

Semicolon on his wrist; cross on his left shoulder and chest (he church boi); roses on his arm: writings on his collar bone; so many more

bestest sense of fashion hands down

Iconic lip ring

His own solo EP is on the way!!!

Somehow this man is also main dancer

MIC FLIPS OWO

Talented boy.

♥︎ - LIM SEJUN - ♥︎

♥︎ May 4, 1996 ♥︎ 🍓 ♥︎ 🇰🇷 ♥︎

You are looking at an icon here

Most coziest-est VLives in history of Vlives

Easily scared (victon does enjoy that, naturally)

Very whiny but it’s oke

Lead Vocalist, Visual, Face of the Group

Insane vocals too, here ex.1

Another member of kpops cucumbers-anti squad

He’s very much BTS fanboy (not as much as Wooyoung but that’s hard anyways)

Competitive eater (listen, the maknae said that and we will believe him)

Will never leave Subin do a Vlive in peace ever

Will Never leave Subin live in peace ever either

Clingy boy

Walking noise-machine, he goes “ouh? Oh? Eh?” Like 372892 times a day

So much love for the dimple-prince

♥︎ - HEO CHAN - ♥︎

♥︎ December 14, 1995 ♥︎ 🦖 ♥︎ 🇰🇷 ♥︎

May I introduce...SUNSHINE OF VICTON ☀️

Mood maker of the group!

Mr Main Dancer and Vocalist also has dimples

And even tho he wanted to be a dance instructor, he somehow ended up becoming an idol

He even trained with TBZ mr leader sir Sangyeon

Mans can drive!!

Like Lee Know, he once was a backup dancer. For A-Pink tho, which is pretty cool

Hes considered the uncle in our lovely family dynamic

Expensive boi be collecting sHOES

And he said he polishes them from time to time and I do think that’s adorable

He’s also allergic to cats (unless it’s Hanse. That’s okay ig)

Cutest sunny boy, will take good care of your heart always☀️💛

♥︎ - CHOI BYUNGCHAN - ♥︎

♥︎ November 12, 1997 ♥︎ 🐥 ♥︎ 🇰🇷 ♥︎

Welcome to Victon where everyone has a mandatory crush on Byung

Like he doesn’t even have to enter your biasline

You will still have a crush on him because Byungchan

Softest biaswrecker i have ever had 112/10 would recommend

Tall boi. Like really tall and really broad👀

I keep forgetting he’s maknae line tbh

Prettiest Dimples ever.

Very active on his Instagram and we love him for it

Top tier bf material

Hes the softest boy and yet only one who isn’t scared of fucking bugs (victon scaredy cats)

Try not falling too hard for the mister

He knows so many girlfroup dances

He also shows them off quite always

He’s a bit tinie liddol but clumsy sometimes

Gosh I love him

♥︎ - JUNG SUBIN - ♥︎

♥︎ April 5, 1999 ♥︎ 🐰 ♥︎ 🇰🇷 ♥︎

Vocalist, Rapper, Heart-stealer, Actor...

AND MOST LOVED MAKNAE EVER

Like I don’t know if any maknae ever received as many kisses as this one

Gets (rightfully) babied to the Max by every. Single. One. Of. Them.

24/7

He’s also a babie. Like yes he’s a grown man and he looks hella intimidating on stage but-

It’s Subin

He’s also the smolest in Victon (uwu)

At the same time, maknae on top, this man gets everything (except his own room lmao) he wants

Sometimes not so baby (ex.1)

Saiubin-bby was supposed to debut with Pentagon but he yeeted last minute (we thank)

The child himself has children too: dog Toto and 2 cats: Mimi and Jaws.

He’s close friends with my favourite, formerly pink-haired elf-twink Yeonjun of TXT

Chairman of Victon.

he has the BEST insta user: subsubey.

Best boi.

-`very valid victon-moments to begin with´-

- because its pride: 🌈

- general victon-feelsies: 🌸

- for bad mood: ☀️

- moments when you want to question their sanity: 🌻 🌼 🌺 🌹

- victon being talented on studio CHOOM

- victon being talented whilst covering kehlanis "Gangsta"

alright that was long. and yes they are exactly as loud and noisy and annoying and time consuming as they seem but they are also best boys who can bring very much happiness into ones life, so they are very much worth it

#ryu tag💎#victon my beloved #victon #lim sejun #seungwoo #han seungwoo #hanse #do hanse #heo chan #kpop #subin #jung subin #byungchan #like I have 83479803h of material I can also show u #including like every comfort/mental support video #just say the word

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some-kindofgnome · 4 years ago

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Kinktober #13: can we always be this close? - Mirio Togata

In which you and Mirio spend a very romantic birthday evening together.

Characters: Mirio Togata / f!Reader

Warnings: smut (18+ please!) Quirkless Mirio, aged up characters, fluffy smut, fluffy fluff, this is tooth-achingly syrupy, with the barest edge of heartfelt angst. Boxed-birthday cake sweet.

Notes: It’s my birthday today. This is extremely feelsy and self-indulgent. I offer no apology.

Title inspired by this song.

Kinktober Masterlist

“Are you almost ready? Seriously gonna explode out here.”

You’re putting the last finishing touches on your hair as Mirio knocks on the bathroom door. Bless his heart, he’s been nice enough to give you full reign of the bathroom for the last hour and a half for the sake of your big reveal when you’re finally ready to go.

But you know Mirio well- big heart, small bladder.

“I’m coming!” You promise. “Thirty seconds and I’m outta here.” You take one last spritz of hairspray through your style, tousling the strands gently with your fingers. Then you unplug your styling tools, smooth on your favourite lipstick (the one that makes you look ‘the most kissable,’ according to Mirio) and pivot toward the door.

Your fingers hover over the handle for an instant. You take a deep breath.

When you pull the door open, Mirio’s standing directly on the other side of it. He looks polished as hell in a pair of well-fitting dark wash jeans and a turtleneck sweater that you bought him last winter. Your heart goes squish as you brace one hand in the frame of the door and watch his expression light at the sight of you.

“Aw, man,” he hums. His eyelashes flick downward as he takes you in. You’re dressed in the same fashion that he is- casual but polished, in a way that makes you feel the most comfortable and beautiful in your own skin.

“You sure it’s not my birthday?” He reaches for you, pulling you closer by the wrist. “’Cause lemme tell ya, that was worth waiting for.” He leans down and goes for a kiss, ducking sideways at the last moment to catch the corner of your mouth instead.

“Get in there,” you giggle, gently brushing past him and ushering him into the bathroom. “I’m hungry.”

Tonight’s dinner is something that Mirio insisted on. While the company you work for normally gives you a day off for your birthday, this year, yours happened to fall in the middle of the week. You decided to defer your day off until Friday, giving you a long weekend to enjoy instead. It means you still had to work on the actual day, but… you don’t mind. Not when Mirio’s been treating you like a princess from the moment you woke up.

He even stopped by your office earlier to drop off your favourite takeout for lunch. All your coworkers know him- he visits you at work a lot- and they’re completely smitten. You can’t help but adore how likeable he is, even if it tries your envious nerve every once in a while.

Your friends joke that he’s more like a golden retriever than a partner. But you know it goes both ways. You would do anything in the world for him.

You hold hands on the train like a new couple all over again, leaning against the doors and kissing between stops. You don’t care who sees. Mirio’s thrilled to be getting away with so much PDA. And when your stop finally comes up, you’re still grinning as you tug him onto the platform.

He takes you to your favourite restaurant, a ramen place downtown. You get potato dashi ramen, which comes with chewy egg noodles and a scoop of sour cream. It’s like a baked potato in a bowl of noodles. You know it’s not exactly the romantic evening that most couples would have planned, but there’s nothing that brings you more joy than cozying up in a little table by the window and slurping away on hot broth and noodles with Mirio smiling across at you.

As you’re finishing up, a slice of white chocolate cheesecake with a sparkler (and two forks) comes to your table. Mirio swears he had nothing to do with it, but he adores embarrassing you on your birthday. And the sparkle behind his navy gaze is a dead giveaway.

It’s not until after you’ve both scraped the plate clean and you’re holding hands across the table that you decide to forgive him.

He’s brushing his thumb over your ring finger, toying back and forth with the sparkly diamond that sits there.

“Y’know,” he muses, “I was actually planning on saving that for tonight.”

You’re resting your chin in your other hand, but that doesn’t stop you from grinning. “Really?”

He nods, licking his lips to hide an indulgent smile. “I carried that thing around in my pocket for weeks. But then, when you said there was gonna be an eclipse…” He trails off and shrugs, smiling brighter. “It’s like it all fell into place.”

A couple of weeks ago, the moon fell into the Earth’s shadow for the first time in years. It was a beautiful clear night and just warm enough that the two of you could climb to the roof of your apartment building and huddle together under a couple of blankets.

It was there, under the dim glow of the eclipsed moon, that he’d dropped to one knee and promised you forever. To you, it was a complete surprise.

You’re still moony about it now. If you close your eyes, you can picture every single detail. But when you open them again, the look on Mirio’s face is not so different as he admires you across the table.

“It was perfect,” you told him. “That night was perfect.”

He pulls your hand to his lips, kissing your ring. “C’mon,” he mumbles. “Let’s get outta here.”

He takes you home and skirts you in the front door. Your apartment is still dark when he strokes your cheeks and kisses you, lingering and sweet in the hallway.

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” he whispers to you, soft and vulnerable in the low light.

“I love you,” you murmur, holding him tight. He gets like this sometimes. He’s lost so much, it’s easy to imagine you slipping through his fingers, too. You know he’s trying hard not to let it show tonight but you’re not about to let that stop you. You reach for him, cupping his cheek and pulling his shadowy gaze to yours.

“Hey,” you whisper. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he huffs, stealing another kiss as he scoops you into his arms. He whisks you into the bedroom, laying you across the sheets. He flicks on the lamp by your bedside and it casts a warm blanket of light across your body.

His weight descends on top of you and you catch yourself thinking if this is it, if nothing comes after this life with him, I’ll be okay.

He strips you down, piece by piece, kissing every inch of the skin he’s exposing. Every moment you spend together feels precious- you’ve both been reminded, time and time again, how quickly it can all be stolen from you. Not this, you pray when the night is at its darkest, take anything, but let me have him.

“Let me love you,” he whispers to you, sliding down your bare body, “with everything I have tonight.”

He loops his arms under your thighs, nuzzling the soft skin where your leg joins your body. His eyes stray to your face as he licks up your slit. He watches you sigh, watches you shiver, watches you fall.

But he’s always there to catch you.

He licks until you’re begging him to stop and comes back to you bare. His body is strong and sculpted but scarred, serving as a solemn reminder of the life he was forced to give up. Just another dream that had been stolen from him.

But you, the life that you’re capable of building together- that’s become his new dream. He’s promised to love you completely. He wants to raise your children. He wants to build you a home. Maybe he’ll never save a million souls, but if he can bring you happiness, if he can be good for you, that’ll be enough.

When you’re finally ready for him, he keeps his body as close to yours as possible while he pushes inside you. One of his hands grips your thigh, but the other is intertwined with yours, smoothing across the bedsheets as his thumb strokes your knuckles.

He’s steady and strong, but tender as a lamb, whispering his love for you as he fucks you slow and rhythmic. You clutch at his back and grab his ass, urging his rhythm forward. But he keeps it easy until he can’t take it anymore.

And when he breaks, he breaks hard.

He thrusts into you with a brutal rhythm, letting all the words die between you. The harsh breath that you share is punctuated by the slap of his thighs against yours. He slips a hand between your bodies, driving you to the edge one more time- whimpering and sighing and quivering through your climax- before he can’t hold out and slips into ecstasy alongside you.

When he loses himself against you, you hold him tight and savour every moment. The tremor of his thighs against yours. The way his voice jumps from his chest to his throat as his expression scrunches into one of sheer ecstasy. The spill of sloppy warmth inside you-sinfully satisfying. But more precious than anything is the way that he collapses on top of you and peppers slow, sweaty kisses across your skin before he’s ready to pull out.

When he finally rolls off of you, you’re quick to shift onto your side, reaching for him. You wind your arms around one another, and he draws you in close, letting you rest your chin on top of his head as your legs tangle.

“Happy Birthday,” he mumbles into your neck, for only the dozenth time that day. You close your eyes and try to suppress your laugh, but you know he can feel it vibrating in your chest.

“What a time to remind me,” you tease. “I’m getting old.”

“Oh!” He bolts upright, suddenly alert. “Your present, baby.”

“No way. Give it to me tomorrow,” you hum. “I’m not letting you out of bed.”

“But…” He turns back to you, pouting. “I can’t give it to you a day late. That’s like… like I missed it.”

“How about…” you trail off, “I open it first thing in the morning. You’ll know and I’ll know. Nobody else will. Please? I’m so comfy.”

Satisfied, he settles down again. This time it’s your head he tucks under his chin, kissing the top of your head.

Later that night, moments from sleep, you feel him stir in your arms. He kisses your head again, wraps his fingers gently around your palm. You don’t move.

“Happy birthday, baby,” he whispers to you. “I’m the luckiest man in the world, y’know that?”

You drop off a few minutes later in total peace. It’s not something you ever thought you would have, but… with him, it comes as easy as the morning.

#mirio togata x reader #mirio x reader #mirio x you #mirio togata x you #kinktober #mirio togata #lemillion #my hero academia #mha #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction

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secret-engima · 4 years ago

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Here's something that might come outta left field, what fics do you recommend in the FFXV fandom?

Oooooo okay hmmm. Lemme see what I have. I warn you now that most of these are either short, time-travel, or Prompto angst, but I’ll try to add a little summary to each so you can pick what interests you:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27588704 “Toward Daylight We Run” by SparkleMoose (here on Tumblr as @sparklecryptid) is a time-travel fixit involving Titus, who wakes up post being killed by Nyx with a case of confusion, anger, and le self-doubt, and a Glaive OC who died during the betrayal and who is very understandably angry at them. It’s gonna be a former-enemies-to-lovers thing eventually I think, and tho there’s only two chaps so far I recommend it (I recommend several of Moose’s actually, just watch the tags if you’re not into M-rated or have trigger warnings to look out for) This one does have trigger warning tags for suicidal thoughts and PTSD, so watch out for that.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27912505/chapters/68351254 “From Neath Dark Waters”, another one by SparkleMoose! This one is an FFXIV Warrior of Light reborn as a street rat in Insomnia and adopted by Clarus, again, just getting started, but very feelsy and I love it. Moose also has cool Galahdian worldbuilding stuff which is always fun.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23888788 “the Wound (A Place Where Light Enters)” Third one by SparkleMoose, featuring time-traveling Noctis and also a sort of time-traveling Warrior of Light named Azura who looks around, spots Noctis fighting someone and goes “welp time to go break someone’s face on behalf of a friend I guess” which is a great first impulse for a White Mage imho. These two are gonna be a ship and I love it.

(honestly just go poke through SparkleMoose’s stuff on Ao3 and here on Tumblr, there’s quite a few FFXV fics and there’s bound to be at least a few you like. :D Just remember to read the tags first)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26644129 “The Great Livestream Debacle” by Choke-a-bro. This is just humor/crack oneshot but it makes me laugh on days that need a pick me up. Basically, Noctis runs a tiny twitch channel playing really old RPGs without telling Ignis or Regis and ONE DAY a stray new viewer happens to realize, “huh, this guy looks like the prince” and it spiral wonderfully from there.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27468421 “A Present for a Father” by illusorygardens. This is actually a little gift oneshot thing inspired by one of my AUs here on Tumblr (Clouds and Moonlit Skies) where a bunch of FFVII characters are reborn as various OCs and canon characters in FFXV. Zack is Noctis, Cloud is Prompto, Aerith is Luna, Titus is Sephiroth, and Rufus and Yuffie are reborn as Imperial Royal Twins with the world’s most terrible dad aka Emperor Aldercapt. So naturally Noctis has to prank the Emperor of Niflheim on their behalf.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26667253/chapters/65038747 “Light in the Night Sky” by mokulule. If you’ve read my Deleantur and liked it, then absolutely 1000% give this a try. It’s inspired by Deleantur verse in the sense of “Noctis goes back to the time of Somnus and Ardyn” but it’s cheerfully wandering off in a very different direction and there is WORLDBUILDING and BACKSTORY and Ardyn and Aera being ADORABLE. Seriously it’s great. Again, it’s only got a few chaps on it, but I love it already and highly recommend.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27611195/chapters/67550303 “Holding Secrets Like a Crystal” by LadyHallen. An AU where Monica Elshett is a telepath and proceeds to unknowingly wreck canon in all the best ways. It’s a 5 chap short story and I love it.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18114572/chapters/42823973 “First Lightning, Then Thunder” by Nervous Otaku. This is a RAVUS time-travel fixit, 87 chaps long (tho the chaps are short) and fully completed. Basically Ravus dies, the Astrals think “Free Real Estate” and proceed to dump him into the past in the body of a Coeurl. It’s angst and shenanigans and Ravus stubbornly refusing to admit that he is growing attached to these tiny child versions of people all while going through hell and high water to protect them from destiny. It’s a happy ending too!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21681499/chapters/51709084 “Victorious” by Kyirah. This one hasn’t updated in a while? But it’s got 14 stellar chapters of Noctis being gently plopped back into his child self with only vague memories of the future while the Lucii and the Astrals set about fixiting the world on his behalf. It also features adorable, slightly daemon-but-don’t-worry-he’s-fine Prompto and Dadcor. Also ghost Ardyn.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18116312/chapters/42828299 “cyan boys” by dreamtowns. 6 chap, slightly cracky time-travel, only instead of straight time-travel, Noctis and Prompto wake up in a parallel dimension where some stuff is ... different. Such as them being kids while Gladio and Ignis of that world are already adults. It’s just a nice, quirky, kinda angsty-in-places read and I really enjoyed it (despite the undertones of slash that crop up in some places but hey maybe that’s your cup of tea) but as always read the tags and decide for thineself.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15073931/chapters/34948019 “Nocturne” by nirejseki. The Taur AU that inspired Nox Taur, 11/10 do recommend (even though there are slash and femslash ships in there later on but HEY just because I skipped over those parts doesn’t mean this fic isn’t great). Features baby Noctis being adorable, some cool world-building, Regis being a Good Dad, DadCor, and just- a great fixit all around with some amazing AU take on the Astrals and the prophecy and all that stuff.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11648547/chapters/26204799 “Introductions” by doodly_squat. This is ... essentially a canon compliant look at Prompto first introducing himself to and getting to be friends with Noctis. Picks up that moment in the Brotherhood episode where he says hi on the first day of high school. It’s short, but it’s finished and it’s great, there’s some Prompto angst, and it has a sequel with even more Prompto angst! That is also finished!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/10869282/chapters/24144864 “Running Behind” by Asidian. An MT!Prompto AU where Prompto is raised as an MT (which are cyborgs here rather than canon’s ... whole thing) and then runs away when he learns he’s going to be decommissioned. He’s found a year-ish later by the other Chocobros on their roadtrip and they, unaware he’s a runaway MT, take him along because he clearly needs help. There’s feels and bonding and brotherly feels and also angst and drama because MT!Prompto is terrified of many things. There’s also descriptions of the aftermath of torture, which I didn’t find too bad but as always check the tags and the rating against your own comfort level. It has a happy ending tho.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11725950/chapters/26417871 “Poor Wayfaring Stranger” by lithos_saeculum. The last fic I’m gonna rec for now and just- I CANNOT rec this one enough. I love it so much. 59 chap, ongoing MT!Prompto AU where Cor finds this teenage MT unit and takes him home. There’s DadCor and Prompto learning how to People and the Chocobros getting attached and major angst at various stages because of how Prompto is treated (he has MT modifications and some people looking at you Clarus need to take a chill pill about it). It’s told entirely from Prompto’s POV which is FASCINATING and the author does a stellar job of picking out stuff that Prompto just- wouldn’t know about or understand because he’s been raised in a lab all his life.

#SE asks #anon asks #ffxv #ffxv fics #fic recs #fic rec #always read the tags people #what is fine for me might not for you #but i do rec these

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coffeesuperhero · 4 years ago

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leverage fic recs

So, I needed a better organizational system than my AO3 bookmarks (boy do I miss delicious!), so I’m just going to start a post for myself here and reblog it occasionally as I add to it. Most (all?) of these are OT3 fics, because I am who I am and I read what I read. If you want non-OT3 fic recs, I am not your person. Probably you have read these, but if you haven’t, what are you waiting for!

Gen:

01. The Fake Geek Boy Job, by shinealightonme. It’s casefic at a fan convention and Eliot has to cosplay. In spandex. Go read it and enjoy yourself, already.

Beautiful shippy fic (everyone is together/small moments/slice of life):

01. The Three Rings Job, by HugeAlienPie. Sophie POV. The OT3 at Nate and Sophie’s wedding, where Nate and Sophie are not aware that there is now an OT3. It’s soft. And so sweet you could serve it as dessert. And it has the best boat name for a Nate and Sophie boat in the world.

02. hacker/hitter/thief/home, by AtlantisRises. A collection of short OT3 fics that hit you just right in the feels, in the best way.

03. Nothing’s Exactly What We Need, by BabylonsFall. The OT3, on vacation.

Everybody is together and also there’s a con:

01. Covenants, Conditions, & Restrictions, by page_runner. We love a good long fic where the OT3 help an old lady and con an HOA, because HOA’s are the worst. This fic also gives me deeply hurt feelings about the team having to leave Portland, which I know in my heart is probably the Way of Things, but which I will never write myself because heartbreak. But this deals with that reality so beautifully, and it’s a good con, too.

Getting together OT3: 01. just want you close, by biblionerd07. Eliot-POV, post-rundown, man am I a sucker for Eliot-POV stories where Parker and Hardison just...love the hell out of him, and this is just a lovely, careful, sweet version of that.

02. international small arms traffic blues, by ftmsteverogers. Eliot POV, character study + get together fic. Makes you very sad for Eliot, and then happier for Eliot. And I’m a sucker for anytime someone has to call Sophie for advice.

03. So Come On, Avalanche, by elysiumwaits. It is Eliot POV snowed-in at a cabin OT3 getting together fic, so idk what more you need to know to read it.

04. Rings a Bell, by venilia. Eliot wakes up with amnesia and thinks he’s married to Hardison and also has a Parker, it’s silly and sweet.

05. The Thunderous Roll of a Tropical Sea (the moonlit memory I can’t seem to lose), by phnelt. **content notes: canon-typical violence + Mature! grown and sexy content ahoy!** I have classified this as a “getting together” story, because ultimately that is what happens, but it’s probably more like “eliot getting his shit together, and now they’re all together,” which is my favorite flavor of OT3 getting together fic, anyway. It starts out a little sad, because gasp! They were together but they split up!! But it has a happy ending. It also has fake marrieds, my favorite trope of all time. Eliot feeding Hardison strawberries and playing with his fake husband on a beach while Parker watches? Please.

06. Happy Meal, by @leiascully Listen, I admit that I am biased, because my wife wrote this for me, but it is this really hilarious flirting-over-the-comms-pre-OT3-sort-of-getting-together story, and I laughed, and it was great, so you should enjoy it, too.

07. Oklahoma’s Next Top Model, by Hedgehog-O-Brien (Roshwen). Hardison POV. This fic has the greatest tag of all time, which is: “Title not entirely accurate bc Eliot's clearly a bottom but who cares“ and I knew I was in good hands solely on that basis before I read a word of the fic. Tbh I put this in this “getting together” category because I feel like it’s heavily implied at the end that there’s a getting together situation happening, but like, that’s not why you read this fic. You read this fic for the ridiculously over the top OT3 photoshoot of your wildest dreams. You will laugh. You will be entertained. Enjoy!

08. Fifty Fake Dates, by calico_fiction. WIP, Hardison POV. nb: This hasn’t been updated in a minute but a) I too have WIPs that take a long-ass time between updates, if this updated in ten years I would still be excited to read it and b) the chapter that’s up is such a delight to me that I really think it’s worth a read even if this is all of this story the author wants to post. It’s a great Hardison POV with some delicious pining and fake Hardison/Eliot dating, which is my jam.

09. For Real, by BurningTea. It’s hard to do an accidental marriage in this canon, but this fic did that! Hardison’s technical expertise goes a bit awry and everybody has to have....a talk. About feelings.

Hurt/comfort:

01. Dig Deep, by BurningTea. Eliot has to dig his own grave and climb into it. It hurts a lot!!!! And then it’s comforting. So, exactly what it says on the tin. Good character observations and nicely written, hurts exactly right and comforts exactly right, too.

Hot (nsfw, 18+, Mature, grown and sexy content for grown and sexy adults):

01. Don’t Come Late, by @leiascully. It’s just...the OT3, having really hot sex. That’s it, that’s the review. (The writing is delightful and there’s like, funny stuff in with the sexy stuff, which is real life and always nice to see, you know?)

02. Take the Leap, by Penknife. Hardison POV, first time OT3 threesome/verbal domination. The characterization in this is just **chef’s kiss** perfection. Funny, and hot. My favorite combo.

03. The Post-Rundown Job, by DelektorskiChick. Eliot POV, demi-Parker, mostly Eliot/Hardison but Parker’s participating in her own way. I’m a sucker for some good sexy post-injury care and this is right after Rundown, so it checks that box big time.

04. In Sync, by monsoon_moon. Eliot POV, first time OT3some.

Character studies:

01. Dawning, by @darkfinch. Eliot POV, mind all the warnings. This (read with its sequel, a WIP linked below) is probably one of my favorite Leverage pieces in existence? It is just the most beautiful, dark, horrible look at Eliot-works-for-Moreau you could hope for, except that also there’s a sequel called Reverberate, and that is also perfect and intense and really digs into what’s happening in Eliot’s mind and life during s3 after Nate drops the “we’re going after Moreau” bombshell. Both of these stories are painfully perfect and believable and real and I love them with my whole heart. The story structure and writing on both of those pieces is just excellent and the characterization is pitch perfect, and along with the stress and trauma you really get some just fantastic character moments. Idky you’re reading my review instead of the story tbh go read that, thanks!

02. Ten Prides in Portland, by @leiascully. I put this as a character study because it is one? It’s about queer shit, and learning to be part of a community of queer people, and learning that you can be a mentor and a role model for other queer people even if you don’t have your own stuff figured out. I am extremely biased because this is my wife and I got to watch this story grow into existence every day, but I think it’s a really beautiful look at the queer community broadly, all the people who fit under the umbrella, and belonging. It’s sweet and funny and beautiful, and I really needed to feel like I was at Pride this year, and this helped.

03. Different, by @leiascully. Hardison POV. Honestly this just made me want to go find baby Hardison and hug him for a really long time.

04. The Twine and the Things We Bind, by @darkfinch. WIP, H/C, big on the H. Parker and Hardison taking care of an extremely fractious, extremely injured Eliot Spencer is my jam.com forever and this is all of that with beautiful characterization and writing. Also some of the best action scenes I’ve read in a while. I do not write action At All and this does it SO WELL.

05. A Kiss for Luck, by AlannaOfRoses. Parker POV. A good look into Parker’s thoughts on luck during the Rundown Job/feelsy flashbacks.

OC/Outsider POV:

01. Let’s Go Steal a Protege, by @innytoes. WIP. Gosh I adore this. It’s found family shenanigans from an outside-the-OT3 perspective. Jamie, the main POV OC (nonbinary rep!!), is a fucking delight of a human and their interactions with the super!married OT3 are all incredible. It is sweet and funny and sometimes sad but almost always in a happy tears kind of way, because it’s about finding a family. And there are so many genuine laugh-out-loud moments in this fic that I reread it a lot lately or think of it when I need something to lift my spirits. (There is a bit in chapter six with some thrift store purchases that I just absolutely lose my shit at every time.) I very badly want this story to just be canon tbh. Petition for that.

AU’s

01. The Out of This World Job (Or, Per Furtum Ad Astra), by pathera. It’s a job, but it’s IN SPACE. Parker, Hardison, & Eliot find a spaceship; shenanigans ensue. Beautifully in character, some poignant character moments, awesome writing, and just a really vivid world.

02. Plastic Pearls, by BabylonsFall. Kidfic! Various POV. Parker and Hardison move in across the hall from single-dad Eliot. I adore this, it is sweet and soft and everything you could hope for in a story where Eliot is raising a smol Molly.

#leverage #Team Leverage OT3 #fic rec #really gotta tag my shit better #RIP del.icio.us you were the best bookmark system

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anarchycox · 4 years ago

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Tagged by: @kaermorons

Name(s): Amanda, Anarchycox, AC

Fandom(s): Witcher, BBC Merlin, Kingsman, Dragon Age, Mass Effect

Where you post: AO3, and some small prompts, metas here on tumblr

Most popular oneshot by kudos: Your Soulmate Always Arrives Precisely On Time a kingsman merwin soulmate au, that is canon adjacent. It is soft and a bit feelsy and I am still really proud of it.

Most popular multichapter by kudos: The Courting Season with is a Witcher idiots to lovers crack treated seriously thing. God my favourite part is I am still getting comments either on chapter 4 or 7 about how can they be that fucking stupid and I always get to reply - don’t worry they get so much worse. That fic is sitting at 4,861 kudos currently which holy fuck.

Favorite story you’ve written so far: Oh lord that is fucking hard with have over 250 fics up. Okay hmmm, no you know what I am sorry, I cannot pick? Might be because I am still getting my morning coffee but right now I love too many of my babies to exalt one.

Fic you were nervous to post: Slight of Hand to Steal Your Heart a bbc merlin merwaine fic i posted a month ago. Writing for a new fandom is always nerve wracking but this was especially so because it is an older fandom that is slowed down but still active with very established voices. So dipping your toes in can be very anxiety inducing.

How do you choose your titles?: Randomly? Sometimes lines from poetry tend not to be a song lyric person. I dunno mostly just oh fuck, here have a title because AO3 is demanding them.

Do you outline?: yesish. I know where we start, a couple set pieces and where we end but most of the middle is a giant blob of possibility until the fingers hit the keys.

Coming soon/not yet started: Some really good shit, if I do say so myself. I am just gearing into my story for the geraskier reverse bang, and it will be super fun. I have a bunch of ideas for bbc merlin, and finishing a few things in witcher. New year once I am settled in the house, god so much wording.

Prompts?: dig them! i don’t always get to them and feel bad about that, but they can be really fun.

Upcoming works you’re most excited about: my geraskier reverse bang, merlin pirate au I am going to work on with @thenerdyindividual and a few ideas that are percolating.

This is a long one so not tagging anyone but if you want to play feel free.

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khiroptera · 5 years ago

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Do you have any fic recs? Smut preferably? If not it cool

this anon asked so long ago but i took forever bc i had to finish reading stuff! i feel like a librarian (in a good way). which speaking of librarians, have you pals checked out @aziraphales-library bc they got lots of fic recs over there too! never go a day without some peer-reviewed gomens fics LMAO

anyway, smutty fics ahead! heavy sexual content!! under a cut this time bc there’s quite a few in here.

first, some links to carsextober fics because they were fun as fuck and i want to make sure everyone reads them! they’re all different flavors of sex in the bentley:

I’ll Be Wrapped Around Your Finger by @soft-october-night – fluffy, humorous take, established relationship, outsider POV, implied sex, everyone in soho ships them

and in this way their love rewrites the universe by @letmetemptyou – fluffy, established relationship, very romantic, lots of cute build-up, explicit sex, i’m dead they’re so in love

as certain dark things by @drawlight – lots of pining and desperate longing, quiet sexual tension, first time, explicit sex, switching, killed me with yearning omfg

you hit the spot by @weatheredlaw – oops they got stuck in the car, established relationship, seriously filthy, marathon sex, no refractory period, this poor bentley lol

and then some other very good, non-thematic fics (all explicit)!

tar was dripping from his brush by @chrononautintraining – crowley and aziraphale hold hands on a park bench for three days straight when aziraphale realizes “oh he might be willing to have sex with me.” it’s a first time fic but they’re both really playful and comfortable with themselves and each other! i like a little giggly happiness with my smut, A+

blame it on my juice, baby! by @areyougonnabe – it’s a fake love potion fic (the tag ”fun with the placebo effect” should tell you everything lol). these fools fall for a little prank and end up revealing everything to each other. emotionally, and physically. omg they’re such soft fools…. i love them so much 😭

until you say it out loud by @areyougonnabe – yeah ANOTHER one of theirs, because hhhhhhfhfhf. this one, oh my god. this is a very wound up, nervous kind of crowley, and an aziraphale who does such a good job of taking care of him and showing him he’s loved. with sex, of course. 😘

The Sharper Edge by @spockazilla – aziraphale appreciates crowley’s more demonic traits. very short and sweet and cute with just a bit of smut tbh, but i had to put it on here because (despite being a monsterfucker myself) i’m not always into the husbands having like, eldritch appearances. this is just some light stuff, like crowley getting some claws, and i like it a lot! ❤

to steal light from dawn by @focusfixated – crowley wants aziraphale to decide when he gets to finish, as it were. problem is, crowley wasn’t exactly clear about what he wants. i won’t lie, this gets feelsy and kind of sad thanks to miscommunication issues, but they work it out beautifully by the end and it’s very very satisfying, emotionally. also satisfying in other ways too, bc the porn is real nice!! 👌👌👌

When in Rome by @reserve – i read this a good few months ago and it stuck with me. the husbands are both present at an orgy and they get handsy with each other. very sexy, with hints of pining and crowley very obviously being in love already. not gonna lie, the end is kinda sad but it’s mostly to keep the story canon-compliant – it does take place in rome, so there’s still 2000 years for them (mostly aziraphale) to get their shit together 😏

These Captive Stars by @darlingred1 – i didn’t think i was into thigh-fucking. turns out i am into thigh-fucking, at least as far as this story is concerned. so yeah it’s pretty hot, but also very loving and sweet from aziraphale’s POV, how much he wants crowley to know he loves and trusts him 😭 11/10 i love it

#mail #fic recs #good omens #ineffable husbands #also guess who learned how to use emojis on desktop #yes i really took that long to figure it out #i can't be stopped now #i only know how to communicate my feelings via way too many emojis and constant misuse of 'lol' and 'lmao'#i'm going off on a tangent ANYWAY ENJOY READING SMUTS #this isn't even all the good smuts i've read lately but come on i gotta save some for future rec lists right?

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headoverhiddles · 6 years ago

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Dante’s Inferno - Beetlejuice x Reader [Smut]

Synopsis: Spending your undead life working at a brothel in the Neitherworld isn’t the worst. It gets even better when the ghost with the most pays you a visit at work.

Notes: This was supposed to be pure smut, but it got feelsy. Lol. It’s based on the scene where the brothel shows up in the movie!

You wave goodbye to Marcel, the vampire you usually get on Tuesdays. He's a regular (nice man) but he's into biting. You don't mind-- thankfully though, your madam, Madam Bones, knows a bit of cosmetic witchcraft, to get you fixed up before the next client.

You've been working here at Dante's Inferno Room for years, ever since you came of age. It's a fun way to pay the bills, and the characters you meet along the way are well worth it. Most of them have had a lifetime of experience with women too, seeing as they're all dead, so the actual work isn't too bad either. Dante's is a highly exclusive club, that can only be conjured by few, and gossip floats around the Neitherworld establishment, as freely as a ghost who hadn't learned the gravity incantation.

Every girl in this place seemed to dream of the 'dead's most eligible bachelor'-- but nobody says his name, for some reason. It was a jinx, a curse or something to say it. You're curious just who the man behind the myth is.

You let Madam Bones heal your neck, and she checks the time on a watch with spinning hands.

"Elliot Mortescue will be here shortly," she announces to you, "He's requested you specifically." Elliot is a dead baron-- a bit of a stuffy ghoul, and you assume he wasn't that much more fun in life than he is in the bedroom dead. But, he pays well, and he's also a regular, so you don’t mind how he always asks for you. He says he likes your horns best.

Elliot arrives, and you smile, beckoning with your signature plumping of your breasts and pouting. He smirks, taking off his top hat and stalking over to you, when you suddenly hear something outside.

About three of the girls are out on the verandas, luring someone in. The music of the place gets just a little bit louder, and you walk out past the less-than-pleased baron to see.

Standing on the balcony, you look down, and see a man who accomplishes a near impossible feat-- makes you quiver.

"It's him," your fellow dancer and coworker whispers, making sure her horns are brushed off, "It's--"

Another girl puts her hands over her mouth. She frowns, grows out her fangs, and snaps down. The second girl scowls, and shakes her hand.

"Don't say his name!"

"That's...?" you whisper, looking down.

"Uh huh," the second girl nods. "The ghost with the most. Any girl in here would just die for a night with him."

You see the ghost start to dance toward you, strange spikes protruding from his jacket. They disappear though, and you can hear the excited grunts coming from him as he slicks back his wild white hair.

"Mm... ooh, yeah..." He shakes his hips as he finally enters, and he rubs his hands together. "Ah, ladies. Ladies! I'm feelin' a little... anxious, if ya know what I mean."

A bunch of the demon girls giggle, and some others roll their eyes, though not without a sideways glance. The ghost grabs his crotch, and nods. "Oof, uh huh! I'm definitely in need of a little love, girls. It's been too long. Years. Hundreds of years, ya don't know what it's like!"

"Ohhh," everyone fawns over him, and he makes a show of choosing a girl. You watch him closely as he looks around, narrowing your eyes. He looks... familiar.

"Mmm, you look like a freak! But you're real spooky, babe, maybe I should..." He trails off, and his eyes stop on you. “Ooh. Ooh, yeah.” He licks his lips, shooting you finger guns. "I have GOT to go with you, babes. Knocking me outta the park with that look, holy, is it blazing like the fiery pits of hell in here, or is it just me, huh?"

Everyone else moans and sighs that he picked you, muttering about how all of the best always choose you. You just take this ghost by the collar, leading him up to a luxury bedroom. Once you're inside, you grin, pushing him up against the door.

“What would you like, and how would you like it?” you drawl. His eyes fly down to your breasts, and he palms himself.

“Mmm... I could probably finish just watchin’ ya stand there, to be honest, babes...”

You pout, circling him and nudging him away from the door. “But you don’t want that. And I don’t want that. I want you to finish inside me.”

He groans, a sound that goes straight to your pussy. The more you look at him in the hellish candlelight, the more attractive he gets. Although... there’s something about him that’s oddly familiar.

“I know watcha mean,” he growls, looping his arm around your waist and dipping you back, “But it’d still be hot, wouldn’t it?”

You lick your lips. “Oh, yes. You, sitting on the edge of the bed...” you walk him over like a dog on a leash, and sit him down, smoothing your hands down his shoulders, “...watching as I put on a little show...” You start to strip, opening up your shirt to expose your bra. The ghost is practically salivating by now, but you put your foot up, keeping it on his chest. “Ah ah. You wanted to watch. So watch.”

You snap your panties against your ass, and unhook your bra, turning around and winking. He’s dying to see you from the front. You toss the garment back, and squeeze your ass for him, moaning softly, imagining it’s him. He curses under his breath, and you hear the telltale sound of him rubbing one off. You hold up a finger.

“You know the rules.”

He stops, and you finally turn, striding over to him. You get on top of him, straddling him, and barely touch his lips with yours.

“Hooo,” the ghost sighs, “I am gonna need a good millennium to get over those tits, babe.” You kiss him gently on the nose, leading his hands up your torso.

“Maybe more.” You squeeze your breasts with his hands, and he groans even louder.

“Fuck. I wanna fuckin’ break this bed with you, babygirl,” he growls, teeth gnashing. He’s lost his playful side-- he wants you bad now. Arousal spreads through you as you drag down between his legs, kneeling. You quirk and eyebrow, and he licks his lips again, voice register dropping down to a regular tone.

“Detours are fine too, however.” You take him out of his pants, and he gasps at the contact. “Fuckin’ yeah. C’moooon, baby. Give me summa that,” he cackles, resting his hands behind his head as he leans against some invisible force keeping him upright. You put your hand on his knee, and use the other to take his cock in your hand, sliding your wet mouth down over it. “Holy fuckin’ shit,” he murmurs, “Yeah, that’s what I’m talkin’ about... this was worth the wait, you better believe it, mmmm!”

You suck him until he’s clutching at the bed and knocking his hips up so fast you can’t breathe. You pop off, shooting him a dirty look, and he runs a hand through his hair. “Wassamatter? I facefuck you too rough?” He sets off cackling again, so you climb on top once more.

“Fuck me. Hard. Now.”

“Can’t disappoint the lady,” he smirks, and grabs you by the hips, flipping you over so he’s on top of you. You lean up to kiss him, but just as you do, you notice something. He does as well. He notices a small tattoo, right under your ear. His eyes widen, and yours do too.

It all hits you too fast, like the car that hit you on the bridge.

"Beetlejuice?" you murmur. He swallows, worry in his eyes.

"Uh. Oops. She said it once, I can forgive it. Twice, well--"

"Beetlejuice," you clench your jaw, and he lets out a high pitched squeal.

"Babes, wait--!" he blurts, and holds his hands up as he topples off the bed. You look over the edge, accusation in your eyes.

“You better give me one good reason not to say it one more time and send your ass back to that model!”

“I’ll, uh... give ya the best orgasm you’ve had in your whole undead existence?” A pillow hits him in the face, exploding with dust. He coughs. “Evidently, that was not a good reason.”

“You LEFT me!” you shout. To hell with your job. To hell with the money you would’ve gotten for finishing him off-- you’re pissed.

When you die, you forget things. You forget who you loved, who meant the most to you. You retain some of who you are, but not a lot sticks in the afterlife, here in the Neitherworld. The workers at the office see to that.

But the cracks all seem to be getting bigger, letting little fragments through. You used to babysit for the Maitlands’ newborn. You were between jobs, and needed the money... you had known Barbara from saying hi at the local grocery mart, and after that, you had practically lived at their old house, as a live-in nanny.

Until...

You were in that accident. The car, the bridge, the river... you had drowned, you weren’t hit by a car. You were in the car! You had ended up here in the working class of the Neitherworld, and... well, you had no idea where the Maitlands ended up, after they also died in the same accident. As far as you know, their baby had been adopted by the family who moved in... though that was just a rumor from Juno.

But Beetlejuice... you had met the ghost in the model, one night when you were lonely. Everyone else had been sleeping... he had found you, calling out softly for someone, and you had started some kind of strange affair. After a while, you started to develop feelings for him. Then he disappeared.

“Hello?? Dead guy with a boner lyin’ on the ground!” Beetlejuice shouts, and you very nearly smother him with another pillow. He jumps up, covers his crotch, and sighs. “Look. (y/n). Before ya kill me again, I... I had to go!”

“Why?”

“I just!” He clenches his jaw, shaking. “I can’t answer you! I can’t tell ya, alright?!”

“Why not?”

“Babes...” He sighs, seeing there was no way of getting around this. “I started to... feel stuff for you. I couldn’t stay, cause you were alive! You couldn’t fall in love with a dead guy. Young hot thing like you... much rather pay to bang demon chicks for the rest of eternity.” He realizes the irony of this, and looks you over, cringing. “How the hell did you become a demon?!”

“Probably by fucking a ghost,” you growl, walking him up against the wall with a finger pointed at his neck. He manages a nervous smile.

“Touche.” He sighs again, brushing hair out of your face. You find yourself leaning into the touch. “Honey, I’m so sorry. I’m sorry! I am. I’m just a mess. Alright? I’m a dirty mess who knows I fuck up so bad all the time that I don’t deserve a... perfect girl like you.”

You look into his eyes, and smirk. “You want me to start playing the violin?”

He starts to smile, then laughs. You laugh as well, and his usual pizazz is back. He wraps his arms tight around you, then starts mouthing kisses up your neck. You moan, remembering how many times sex had been initiated like this. Your pussy is responding to the memories coming back as well-- with every touch from Beetlejuice, you remember one more little thing he used to do in bed to drive you wild.

You both fall to the floor, fuck the bed, and you get on top of him, lowering yourself onto his cock. You lean forward so your breasts are in his face, and he lets out an excited holler.

“Yeeeah!!” He buries his face in your breasts, motor boating. “I’ve always wanted to do that.” He licks your nipples, sucking them into his mouth and grazing them with his teeth. You can’t get over his horny, salacious expression, like he wants you so bad, he needs you, he can’t get enough. You rock down, biting your lip, and he grabs your horns, holding on for the ride as you both move in time with one another, as if no time had gone by at all.

“Baby, baby,” he moans, “Ya gotta forgive me. I’m so fucking horny for you, I gotta come.”

“Come inside me, Beetlejuice.” Just then, in a flash of light, you both appear somewhere else. You look around, and he starts to laugh his ass off. “What?” you mutter, frowning at the plastic graveyard behind you.

“Ya said my name the third time!” he snorts. You turn to see his grave, and a couple of model houses. You laugh as well, and lean down, slamming your lips into his hard. He groans, hands going to your hips, and he gropes you as he pants your name and comes. He thrusts his hips up hard, and you gasp too, coming just as hard as he does.

You roll off, laying back on the uncomfortable plastic turf. “Well. You owe me my day’s wages.”

He smirks, ogling down your naked body and feeling a hand down it. “Happy to pay up. Just lemme pop down to my humble abode...” You roll over closer to him, cuddling into his arm as he brushes his nose against yours. “Wanna stay for awhile? Hope you like Italian.”

You hear a soft male voice. “What’s...?” You look up to see two people towering over you-- a familiar couple. “(y/n)! It’s been... years!”

“Barb? Adam?” you shriek, and Beej snaps his fingers fast, getting a dress on you. It’s two sizes too small, hugging you way too tight, but he just shrugs with a nasty smirk. The two ghosts above you look at each other, to you, then to Beetlejuice.

“Please tell me you didn’t corrupt our innocent babysitter, you horrible banshee,” Barbara snaps. Beej just grins in smug satisfaction, zipping himself up.

“Actually, Bab-- (y/n) corrupted me.” Shrieking laughter echoes through the model, as the ghostly couple shake their heads at what their afterlife had become.

#beetlejuice #beetlejuice x reader #beetlejuice 1988 #tim burton #michael keaton #michael keaton x reader #reader x beetlejuice #reader x michael keaton #michael keaton smut #beetlejuice smut #ghost with the most #beetlejuice fanfiction #beetlejuice fic

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snarkwriteswrasslin · 5 years ago

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four seasons of smut masterlist

Below the cut are all the four seasons of smut oneshots I’ve written for this year long smut writing self challenge I’m doing. If there’s triggering / mature subject matter, the title will be flaired with an M, with appropriate hashtags and a warning in the warning line. They’re arranged by wrestler, then further broken down by OC used, with the prompts listed out to the side of them so you know what you’re in for.

XoXo

Ash aka Snark.

PS... For those looking to ‘skip to the good stuff’ the actual full on smutty content is marked mature. Implied / light teasing and non sexual ( no penetration in the traditional sense) is marked suggestive. Just so there’s no confusion.

★ ADAM HANGMAN PAGE;

{ with Ashley}

♥ take you home - oh nothing but feelsy “I’m in love with you” smut here. mature.

{ with Ivy}

♥ baby fever - babymakin’ smut here. mature.

★ BARON CORBIN;

{ with Gemma }

♥ right now - smut in an elevator anyone?. mature.

{with }

★ BROSERWEIGHTS;

{ with Sadie}

♥ two for one - a threesome. mature.

{ with }

★ DARBY ALLIN;

{ with Aimee}

♥ the sound of silence - smut with literally no talking. mature.

★ DREW MCINTYRE;

{ with Rhiannon }

♥ somebody’s watching me - against a window choking voyeuristic smut. mature.

★ ETHAN CARTER III;

{ with Violet }

♥ worship you- Ethan’s hungry. Oral sex, female recieving + praise kink. mature.

{ with }

★ JACK GALLAGHER;

{ with Katarina}

♥ good girl goes bad - slow and patient sex + drunken declarations of love, ftw. mature.

{ with }

★ JAY WHITE;

{ with Nicola }

♥ all tied up. valet falls for the wrestler she’s working with. proceeds to write filthy erotica starring a version of him... wrestler finds.. the two proceed to act out said filth. mature.

★ JOEY JANELA;

{ with Grace }

♥ need you now. frustrated ex lovers who just can’t stay apart any longer. feelsy feelthy smut. mature.

★ JUNGLE BOY;

{ with Aurora }

♥ touch myself. - mutual masturbation / voyeurism via video call. suggestive.

{ with }

★ KYLE O’REILLY;

{ with Dominique }

♥ the quiet game - smut with the risk of the other occupant of the room catching the couple / very hands on and loving. mature.

{ with Sophie}

♥ backseats and phone calls - almost smut in the backseat turns to smut on the kitchen table with the added bonus of Kyle challenging Sophie to answer her phone for her ex’s call... while he’s going down on her. mature.

{ with }

★ MATT RIDDLE ;

★ MJF;

{with Rosalie}

♥�� dessert first - oral sex / blowjob under a table, in a restaurant. mature.

{ with }

★ PETE DUNNE;

★ SAMMY GUEVARA;

{ with Ginger }

♥ dirty dancer - grinding and thigh riding and heavy teasing - suggestive.

{ with }

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belphegor1982 · 5 years ago

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Thought I’d make a the Mummy/Returns fic recs posts for @counterwiddershins (EDIT: whom I can tag now!) because they asked for recs. So here are my favourite (complete) Mummy stories under the cut in alphabetical order, title-summary-why it’s on my list style. A few are Old, because I discovered this fandom in 2003 and there’s some great oldies. Hope you - and anyone else looking for great fics - enjoy them!

As Sweet as This / Coming Clean, by robot-iconography

Summary: Evelyn reflects on the changes Ahm Shere has wrought upon her brother, husband, and son. / Rick takes his life in his hands as he faces his greatest challenge ever: fatherhood.

Comments: I put these two in the same bag because they’re basically a diptych. They’re like two sides of the same coin. On one hand, you have a lovely story in Evy’s voice, on the other, a hilarious one in Rick’s. Both stories are sweet and more touching than they sound.

Circumstantial Evidence, by robot-iconography

Summary: “She could be damnably silly at times; she dressed like a spinster and carried herself like bloody royalty; but she was my baby sister, the only one I’d ever have. I’d been through hell to get her back, and now I was going to lose her anyway.”

Comments: Probably my favourite Mummy story ever. I love it so much I translated it into French in 2004, and even more so now I’ve read PG Wodehouse. Basically, there is canoodling, funny misunderstandings, and the closing scene is adorable (and made me discover Ella Fitzgerald’s “Always”, which is perfect as Ella Fitzgerald always is). Peak Carnahan siblings shenanigans and a great Rick.

Deeper Within Darkness, by Laurie M

Summary: It is a truth universally acknowledged that wherever Rick O'Connell and Evelyn Carnahan are, trouble is not far away. What begins as an innocent night out soon leads to danger that threatens all of Egypt.

Comments: a great follow-up on the 1st film, with still-developing relationships, a mysterious medallion, and ghostly (sort of) crocodiles. The main four are very well written. 3rd person limited POVs alternate with 1st person POVs in a very natural way, allowing us glimpses into the characters’ heads. Sometimes a little bit sombre, but a lovely story.

A Favour for a Friend, by queueingtrilobite [orphan account]

Summary: Roped into doing a favour for a friend, Jonathan finds himself in charge of an antiques shop in Cairo. This is honestly the very last favour he's going to do for anyone. Ever.

If you ship Ardeth and Jonathan, there’s plenty of fun and/or feelsy stories for you! Like this fun little romp, which features a hilarious style, a Jonathan who is equally good at thinking on his toes as he is as making disasters happen (being a bit of a disaster himself).

Finding Ma’at, by exchequered [orphan account]

Summary: “Hamunaptra Cruises.” Ardeth’s tone was thoughtful. “Do you not fear a curse upon your enterprise, for naming it thus?”

Another Ardeth/Jonathan fic - and boy, this one is *chef’s kiss* I mean, the only three tags are Tourism, Pining, and denial is a river in Egypt :D

Hereafter, by Marxbros

Summary: After TMR. Imhotep has raised Ancksunamun and conquered the earth. Rick, Evy, Ardeth, Jonathan, and some new characters must find each other to defeat Imhotep once more.

Comments: ooh, this one’s a monster to tackle (134k words), and it gets pretty epic - and is worth every second of reading. The OCs are great, necessary, and everyone gets their chance to shine.

Never Spellbound by a Starry Sky, by robot-iconography

Summary: Strange goings-on mar Rick and Evelyn's wedding preparations. Can they and Jonathan solve the mystery?

Comments: another follow-up on TM, as Evy and Rick navigate their relationship and how much they should wait before any sort of hanky-panky. Life interferes in the form of a mysterious object (though NOT the obvious one) and the three are thrust into adventure again. There are battles with the mosquito netting, someone getting a few stitches on their arse (again, not the obvious choice), and all the chapter titles come from dialogue from Elizabeth Peters’ Crocodile on the Sandbank. It’s often hilarious and the dialogue is to die for.

The Mummy: Curse of the Seven Scorpions, by Jac Danvers

Summary: Libby O’Connell hasn’t heard from her brother in years. The word ‘mummy’ meant nothing to her. But when a tiny gold scorpion is revealed to have much greater value, she is thrust back into her family’s life, and the life of a man she once hated.

Comments: back in the day, the “Rick’s sister tags along and falls in love with [usually Ardeth]” trope was a staple of Mummy fanfic, and one I didn’t have much interest in. This little story, mostly set after TMR, is a fun romp; Libby is a good character, well handled, and the little developing romance with Jonathan is fun to watch.

Sidekick, by madsthenerdy girl (on FFnet here)

Summary: Jonathan honestly tries to be a big brother. No, really.

Comments: Fantastic portrait of Jonathan through the years, warts and all, and his relationship with Evy (and later Alex). It’s heartfelt, often funny, and honest (sometimes painfully).

Take That, Bembridge Scholars!, by seren-ccd

Summary: The world has been saved and there's really only one thing left to do. Evy writes a strongly worded letter to the Bembridge Scholars. Oh, she gets married, too.

It’s a great look at Evelyn, Rick and Jonathan in a few scenes, from the night after Hamunaptra to the start of Rick’s and Evy’s life as a married couple, interspersed by extracts from the aforementioned strongly-worded letter (and it’s great).

The Tenth Plague, by Khedi (on FFnet here)

Summary: Did anyone while watching The Mummy wonder about what would have happened if the tenth of the Biblical plagues had come to pass?

Not a death fic (well, not quite) but a great little look at (again, I’m nothing if not predictable) the Carnahan siblings just after they get back to Cairo after The Mummy. It’s a punch in the feels and a hug. I love it.

Travelers by Night, by 20thcenturyvole

Summary: Very quickly, Jonathan weighed the odds. On one hand, potential death, whether by armed bandits, a mummy’s curse, or people who looked like bandits and who were very angry about someone unleashing a mummy’s curse. On the other hand, potential riches, home ground, and topics of conversation other than what happened at school fifteen years ago and who got it in the neck where.

A great look at Jonathan post-first film and a great take on Ardeth, too. Can be shippy if you tilt your head and squint, or not. Your call.

We Three Together series, by Tinydooms

Basically a series that can act as a novelisation for The Mummy, mostly “missing scenes” and character studies. A joy to read if you like Evy, Rick, and Jonathan.

The Witches’ Library, by jones2000 (on FFnet here)

Summary: He would like to state emphatically for the record that none of this was his fault, thank you very much. It was all entirely coincidental. He should know by now that these things have a tendency to snowball. Or, Jonathan doesn't need the O’Connells to find trouble.

Comments: I read this last year and it immediately made my shortlist of favourites, on top of hitting me in the heart and over the head with the subtlety of a freight train. I even made a rec post about it. The writing is so sharp it might as well be written with a bloody scalpel, the OCs are fascinating, and Jonathan is somewhat jaded but still wonderfully entertaining. It’s the only post-WW2 Mummy story I’ve ever loved (read?), and certainly the only one that incorporates Tomb of the Dragon Emperor elements I’ve ever loved. Give it plenty of reviews, it deserves them.

Edited to add a few and make it more dash-friendly :o)

Also, I wrote a few things if you’re interested:

After the Sunset: What’s left to do, after saving the world and riding triumphantly into the setting sun? A lot, as it turns out. Our Heroes ride camels, negotiate the shift from acquaintances and allies to something like a family, and encounter a couple of surprises good and bad on the way back from Hamunaptra. (Or, the one where Evelyn and Rick discover the contents of their saddlebag, Jonathan finds out that whiskey doesn’t quite cut it when a scarab has burrowed its way into your hand and arm and out your shoulder, and Ardeth gives his name and saves the day. Well, night.)

Long one-shot set just after “the end” of The Mummy.

Fairy Tales and Hokum: 1937: Two years after the events of Ahm Shere, the O’Connells are “required” by the British Government to bring the Diamond taken there from Egypt to England. In Cairo, while Evelyn deals with the negotiations and Rick waits for doom to strike again, Jonathan bumps into an old friend of his from university, Tom Ferguson. Things start to go awry when the Diamond is stolen from the Museum and old loyalties are tested...

This one is looong. It’s 160k+ words. (also took me 16 years to finish but shhh)

Carnahan-O’Connells musings and snapshots: Headcanons and one-shots about the disaster family.

Like it says on the tin - mostly headcanons with a few actual stories with dialogue.

I know, there’s not a lot of them, but they’re my very favourites. If you have other recs, feel free to add them!

#fic recs #the mummy films

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connan-l · 6 years ago

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Natsume movie

Aaanyway, I (finally) finished watching the Natsume Yuujinchou movie and I loooooved it! 😊

The pacing was a bit slow and the story felt kinda disjointed at times, but otherwise it was really good and beautiful!

It was very much a NatsuYuu episode extended on a 1h+ long, so it leads to "meh" stuff in that... it really seemed like they tried to shove in most of the serie's popular things? (Here's Youkais! Tanuma & Taki! Fujiwara family feels! Natsume giving back a name! Reiko! Exorcists! Natori! They just had to put Matoba in there and it would've been complete lmao)

Like, Natori's presence for example wasn't really needed and it felt he was just there for a cameo, like, "Hi! I exist!" (Though its kinda fitting for his character lol.)

Buuut it was still very lovely!! I almost teared up towards the end haha. I loved Yorie and her story with the youkai, my son Takashi, REIKO, and of course the baby Nyankos!

It's very much Natsume and very good and feelsy, so if you love the anime and haven't seen it definitely give it a try!

To be honest the movie is worth it just for Them ❤️

#Natsume's Book of Friends #Natsume Yuujinchou #Takashi Natsume #NatsuYuu Movie #NatsuYuu #Nyanko-sensei #Natsume #Utsusemi ni Musubu #Connan's Ramblings #Natsume Movie #Madara (Natsume's Book of Friends)#Connan's Posts #Natsume Yuujinchou Movie: Utsusemi ni Musubu #Natsume's Book of Friends the Movie: Ephemeral Bonds #Ephemeral Bonds

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daisymondays · 6 years ago

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if you were to rec someone five of your fics that sum you up what would they be?

Hii, i think I literally got this ask about two months ago at this point and I’m extremely sorry I never actually answered you …. but im here now !!!

The reason this took me so long to answer was because it really made me think about what kind of writer I am, how i’d advertise the kind of things I write, like what about the fics summed me up, but i’m going to try now.

1. Karma’s A Fake Orgasm

There’s another abandoned mug, festering with mould in the living room — Steve offically has the world’s worst roommates. And complains about them. Often. Bucky, tired of his lack of action, decides it’s time to avenge Steve’s sleepless nights and unsanitary conditions once and for all. They’ll pretend to be the world’s most annoying couple: excessive PDA, loud fake sex, and general repugnance. The plan sounds easy enough; it will be strictly platonic. Or will it?

Why: I think this fic sums me up in a fair few ways, but mainly the tone. It’s a fun fic at heart and I just really love making people laugh, i think all the MCU characters have such brilliant comedic potential that for someone like me is just my dream, i truly love getting to write just the very human moments of this fic where they’re joking around as friends. It’s tropey and there’s pining, and really its a self indulgent fic that I really enjoyed writing so yeah I think it sums me up quite well. Also it was meant to be 5k and is ofc now 55k which is the epitome of me and anything I do writing wise

2. Highly (in)Compatible

Draco’s been shagging The Prat Who Lived on and off for a few months when his soul mark starts to change. Draco’s had to accept a lot of adjustments to his life, but accepting that Harry Potter could be his soulmate is one step too far. It can’t be true? Can it?

Why: at heart this sums me up because I completely made everything more difficult than it needed to be, but no, I guess it’s pretty me as while I will joke about hand waving things way in writing, I do like there to be an explanation, it bugs me when there isn’t, and so I used this fic as a chance to get to the core of how soul mates could exist and why, and how it would work, and the point of soul marks etc etc. I spent half of my childhood always having an irritating why hanging on my tongue so is my but why fic. Also it looks at mental health (ding ding ding) and has a Draco POV voice that is so close to my own speaking voice that I had friends tell me it sounded like me speaking at times so take from that what you will

3. If We Were Honest

Two years ago, Draco and Harry had a whirlwind secret romance that ended in heart-break. Since then Draco’s written a best-selling novel based on their relationship, but with one key difference—the characters get a happily ever after. Now Harry and Draco are reunited for the first time since their break-up, but can they rewrite their own ending?

Why: this fic is my inner angsty mess that I don’t show that often and here it is. I always want to write really feelsy almost poetic stuff but have a tendency to lean more to realistic and humorous character voices, that are more over dramatic in their feelings, but this was me being able to explore that side of the table and trying harder with the language and imagery. Also, a lot of queer pride in here and as i approached my first pride month as a baby bisexual that was important to me, getting happy endings and the difficulty in embracing sexuality sometimes and learning to be comfortable in who you are. Also that sometimes people fuck up (speaking from experience there LOL)

4. A Place of Learning

When Pansy returns to Hogwarts all she wants to do is keep her head down and pass her N.E.W.Ts. However, between drinking games and a new roommate, Pansy is reminded that nothing at Hogwarts is ever simple.

Why: so something that is very important to me in fandom is the fair treatment of female characters especially due to a lot of internalised misogny they’ve been shat on a lot in the past. Also there is such a disportinate amount of w/w to m/m work, and like i’ve written predominantly m/m too but i do like to try and write w/w fics too!! ((I have plans for possible Peggy/Natasha for MCU)) So this fic was me bringing fun tropes aka 8th year, drinking games and roommates to Ginny/Pansy in a hope to encourage people to read it!! its my usual and its got strong banterous friendships, a bit of pining and feels, and i think it sums me up in my just general determination to make sure femslash isn’t totally overlooked

5. Strings Attached

Draco Malfoy’s never been interested in dating, and he’ll be damned if that changes because of Harry Potter in joggers.

Why: this sums me up not so much for the content but again usual, banter and some feels, but for the reasons I wrote it. I wrote it after a conversation with some mates about being a bit tired of a few dynamics we were seeing in HD and I was bored of Drarry at this point and no intention of writing it for the joggers fest then ofc, bam sat down and cracked 15k in three days – and i really like how this fic turned out too – so i think this sums me up in the things i will do to prove a point and just how bloody fast i write sometimes, its ridiculous honestly. But yeah, i think again its a strong me vibe just in it

So here you go Nonnie, 5 fics of mine and some rambling about how i think they best represent me. Really I’m here for banter and feels, and hopefully no damp squibs. Thanks for the ask

#gracie speaks #gracie writes

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mirhacreations · 6 years ago

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A Drop Of Petrichor~Review Blog

Since the day, I’ve finished reading #ADOP, i was thinking of writing a long review post for this masterpiece. First i thought of making a thread on twitter (which i’ll surely do later now :-p ), then i thought of making a hand written review but again dropped the idea because i my hand writing sucks :-(. So finally after dropping like 122344456 ideas, here i am with a review blog for a book which is so special & so close to my heart, the master piece by Aimmy, “A Drop Of Petrichor”.

A Drop Of Petrichor: This is a little introduction for those who don’t know what “ A Drop Of Petrichor” is. So, its a #wattpad, written by the amazingly talent Aiman aka Aims. A books which is so simple yet so beautiful & heart-warming. Read it for once & you can’t help but fall for the simplicity of this book. No exaggerating plots, no dramatic twists, no cheesy and filmy dialogues, no extraordinary romance, that’s what ADOP is. THE ONE & ONLY. <3 I LOVE THIS BOOK SO MUCH. <3

ME TO ADOP:

COVER:

So first of all, let me appreciate this so feelsy & aesthetically beautiful cover, made by the writer herself. The soft & soothing blue coloring & the selection of such aesthetic pictures is what i call PERFECTION, and of course this is something only our very own writer can do.Aims is multi-talented ya’ll. <3 Claps Claps for Aims <3

Characters:

Rayyan Ahmed Khan(RAK): RAK,Someone who was happy living in his dark world, all alone.Allergic to words called “feelings”, “emotions”, “relationship” & above all “love”. But then he met her, and she make him do things, feel things which he never ever even imagined. The fact that he changed for her, just because he fell in love with her, fell her, fell deeply and then his transformation from the cynic RAK to the selfless Rayyan Ahmed Khan is something i live for. <3 Rayyan Ahmed Khan has my entire heart & words are literally not enough to describe how much i love him. <3 no matter how many books i’d read or i would read in future, you’ll be my forever favorite Rayyan. I Love You <3

“Rain was the cause of everything bad. It had always been”~Rayyan Ahmed Khan.

Noor Fatimah:

Noor, my baby, my jaan😭🤧❤️. Noor Fatimah is probably one of the most strongest & brave character i’ve ever read on #wattpad. Despite of the cruel game, her fate played with her, she remained strong & firm. Not that she didn’t break down, but she picked up her broken pieces and mend herself without the involvement of any so called HERO, which happen in every other story. she was her own hero and that was her biggest strength. My noor is precious & of course i love her as much as i love Rayyan. <3

“Rain was the cure. It has always been.”~Noor Fatimah

Haseeb & Abeer: Apart from RayNoor, Haseeb & Abeer are two characters, whom i literally ship so hard. The bonding they share was just so pure and heartwarming. Their cute talks and sweet gestures has my heart. <3 The scene where haseeb was talking about love with Rayyan and imagine that all he could associate with the word love was Abeer’s face. Abeer’s confession, his rejection and then his decision of giving them space to think abou their relationship is what which makes me fall more and more for them specially Haseeb. I’ll forever be thankful to you for writing these two cute and precious characters Aims. My Adorable Munchkins <3

“I LOVE YOU. ALWAYS HAVE. ALWAYS WILL.”

Mr. & Mrs. Khan: To be very honest, no matter how good these two character were, i’d never be able to forget what they did with my baby Ray :-( He deserved 10000000000% of their efforts but they didn’t even make 1% of effort for him. He wanted to leave them, live alone and they just let him do that. His whole childhood was ruined just because they were silent, they didn’t do anything to make him understand that he was not alone, that he has a family and their ignorance is what make him the cynic RAK. So no soft corner for them and i am not sorry for this at all. That’s it. Izma & Maheen: Two miserable yet strong & such impactful characters. I love the way you portrayed izma’s character. you didn’t make her all weak and miserable but you didn’t show her like all strong & emotionless after whatever happened to her. Andddd what to say about maheen? she is cute, sweet,adorable and my jaan. I LOVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE HER. <3

Rohail & Zirwa: Two cute, sweet and such entertaining characters. Zirwa’s equation with Noor & Rohail’s equation with his siblings was just so soothing and adorable. Individually, they were so understanding, and entertaining & together they were so LIT. All my love to these babies. <3

Umar: A true men, a sweetheart. His love and respect for izma and maheen has my heart. I love the way he proposed izma and then waited for her patiently instead of forcing her to accept because she needed someone in her life.They deserve nothing but all the happiness and love and with each other they’ll surely get it. <3

Sarmad & Asim & Regina:

inke liye meri taraf sy bohat saari gaaliyan khud he farz kar lein.

And a very special mention to that girl who was just a distraction for RAK. Damn! I LOVE HER. <3

REVIEW:

One Word Review: MASTERPIECE.

Now lets come to the details: 😜 To be very honest, words are truly not enough to describe how much i love this book, my RayNoor & Aims’s writing skills. Starting from the little introduction, one thing or should i say one line that caught my attention and make me read this books in one was this line, “sometimes all the parched valley of heart needs is a drop of petrichor”. What an impactful line.

Aimsss.. how are you even this good with words? I CAN’T EVEN....

woiiii! ok! back to the review now. so when i started reading ADOP i thought it would be a typical story post noor’s marriage to that jerk. what my imaginary plot was that she would bumped in to him, he’d rescue her and eventually they both will fall in love but noor will keep pushing him away despite of loving him just because of her past. And then after like alot of drama, and some filmy tragic scenes they would end up together. shocked? stunned? well this was the shit i’d thought coz i am not Aims not even close. 😝😂 But no doubt that ADOP was totally different from my imaginary plot. RayNoor’s first meeting, then Noor’s stay at Ray’s home, Ray-Regina fiasco. All this was just a treat to read, so entertaining, so spicy. 😋

And then there ways parted, obviously on not so happy note and after that started the Rayyan’s realization phase, which is truly the most beautiful phase of this story. The way you’ve penned down his emotions, his feelings, his heart break and specially that realization scene at his mom’s place, PERFECTION. That’s what i call it girl. You are just amazing. its just so hard to find words that could describe how talented you are Aims. your way with words is just something else. I AM SPEECHLESS. (still i am writing this lengthy blog 😝😝😌😌😂😂) One more thing i want to add here is that Rayyan’s realization phase in ADOP reminds me of salaar and i couldn’t help think about that ghazal salaar used to listen. it just fitted so perfectly for RayNoor obviously in this phase only :-p

He realized, he tried his best to find her but couldn’t and whenever he cried for her, i cried along :-( And then when he’d almost lost all hopes of seeing her ever again, he bumped into her and how beautiful that scene was. <3

AND I DIED HERE!

From here, their journey start towards each other and how beautiful that journey was. The slow and steady progress of their relationship, the way noor slowly started trusting him, and finding her solace and safe cocoon in him was just so heart-warming and beautiful and their first hug damn. again i am at short of words. <3

Ok! now i won’t get into the details because it seems like i am leaking out the whole story here :-( Sorry :-( but i loved each and every single scene, from Rayyan’s proposal, to Noor’s acceptance, then their wedding and their relationship progress post wedding. I HEART EACH AND EVERY SINGLE SCENE. <3 They are just too precious for words. & I LOVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE THEM SOOOOOO DAMN MUCH. <3

Their bonding post marriage was just simply goals, each and every moments just make me fell more and more for them. Be it their cute banters, sarcastic talks, their little romantic moments, those nose kisses and their support for each other, everything was GOALS. JUST PERFECT <3

And not to forgot those little, sweet and precious moments of confessions:

woiiiiiii! i am so done with all the tareefs so here come some of my favorite dialogues from the book.

And the list goes on but i am ending this review here. Honestly, i still have so much to say, like i want to comment on every single line but i surely can’t do this being the lazy af. so bear with this chotu si koshish plz. FOR THE WRITER: Aims! I’ve said this many times, and i’ll say this again and again tht you are multi-talented. A single adjective is just not enough to describe or praise your talent. Stay same, stay happy and keep blessing us with your masterpieces. Sending lots of love & prayers for you <3

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