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nonbinary-androids · 1 year ago
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Things have rlly been sucking as of late.
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blackshadowswriter · 7 months ago
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So uhhh I'm alive everyone!!! I'm not sure if anyone cares at this point given my um very long writing hiatus (holy shit it's been like a year hasn't it) and dipping for like a month but I just wanted to let my mutuals and anyone who gaf know that I am indeed not dead yet.
I took a brief summer vacay and then my summer classes started and having been kicking. my. ass. Idk why I chose a literature class in the summer, like I don't even need this class to graduate but I guess I love to torture myself. I really shouldn't be complaining bc it isn't that hard, just a lot of busy work and writing essays in like a day and shit, but I have another class starting soon, so I'll probably be going under any time soon.
I probably won't be writing much anytime soon (i'm so sorry about that) since I'm already doing so much of that and not the enjoyable kind, but I'm aiming to get at least one fic out by the end of summer. Setting really loose goals for myself here lol (watch me not even make that one)
@farfromstrange bestie ive missed you sm and i just needed you to know i havent forgotten you and i've been thinking about you all the time and i read all your posts, i just havent found time to reply yet, and im so sorry I hope you aren't mad, but i hope hope hope you're okay girl, i love you <3
and @starfanatic im so sorry to leave you hanging 😭 i swear i wasnt abandoning you, I miss you and our lil convos all the time, and i hope you aren't mad at me either <3
Anyways thanks for listening to my yap session, I will shrivel back into my little hellhole of assignments now :)
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stinkybreath · 7 months ago
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heehee hoohoo i woke up in the middle of the night and ordered her flowers and now i feel incredibly weird about it but it is too late to cancel
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biioniic-biiohazard · 11 months ago
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should start posting videos off my old 2007 camcorder from trips with kurt tbh because i watched the first one ive taken since using it and its so fucking fun i forgot how much i love doing this shit aaauuughhh i need to get a new sd card for it since it didnt have one in so i could only fit like one video but i should start a tag for these videos in the future if hes alright with me posting em :)
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kyri45 · 3 months ago
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✨ShadowPeach Bio Parents Bio AU Q&A! 20/09✨
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Welcome to the Q&A! A space where I can answer related or similar question about the Shadowpeach Bio Parents AU! If you submitted your ask anonimously, then you’ll have to check the whole post if it’s answered here, if it’s not, worry not! Your asks might have been used for a future comic or just in the queue~
@funnybadger868 ha chiesto:wait so if mk can hear macaques past can he hear wukongs for example the circlet and the spell
Yeah he could. It's now just a matter of if he wants to use this power ever again
@cryptic-theseus ha chiesto:you're paying for my therapy btw, the bill is on the way
Blame it on the gay monkies not me. It's bc of them that my life is ruined/hj
@ayrza ha chiesto:Hey!I have an important question, where do you get your sources for the AU👉🏻👈🏻p? I mean, I just recently entered the LMK fandom and I see that there are parts that are not mentioned much in the series and it frustrates me because I feel like I only watch the anime but I'm missing the manga 🫠I love your art and your work, it's amazing 🫰🏻✨
Hi! Well I' finishing to read Journey to the West (im at chapter 80) and if I need extra info or just check I go to the fandom wiki.
@feyqueen91 feyqueen91 ha chiesto:A question for your Shadowpeach Bio Parent AU (btw, I just saw your recent post for More Than A Successor Arc & I thought something light hearted was needed to even out the Angst), is Macaque able to summon something like what Red Son did with the Samadhi Sprite, and he teaches MK to do it too?
Wait what exactly? I haven't understood what you meant by sprite.
@og-glitch-punk ha chiesto: Honestly I expect this to be hidden but i also love your work on both comics, keep it up!! I forgot their names but dude- how would the lotus prince and our moon chef feels about wukong and Macaque being MK's parents? HELL. WHAT ABOUT THE TRIO? YELLOW TUSK, PENG AND THE LOIN (CANT REMMEBER HIS NAME EVEN IF HE IS TECHNICALLY DEAD/GONE). Hell even this chaotic snake man may even use MK to his advantage with the fact he is the child of Wukong and Macaque. So many possibilities and guesses, so many twists and turns we will never know bro
Oh he absolutely woud. Also about the others. They would probably act like protective aunt/uncles to that poor traumatised boy.
@thenerdnico ha chiesto:Oh my GODS that last bio dad's chapter broke me, your expressions are always amazing. I'm going to assume that at the end of Wukong's and Macaque's fight, Wukong realised Macaque wasn't moving and ran up to him, and ended up sobbing and screaming when he realised he was dead??? If that is the case, do you think MK listened to it long enough to hear that as well?
Oh for angst reason yes. He did.
@shadowpeachera ha chiesto:AHHHH YOUR SHADOWPEACH BIO AU IS SOO GOOD!!!! I SCREAMED AT THE LAST UPDATE!!! I have a question though. You know in the series i think season 3 epsiode 5 where Wukong goes into a deep mystic monkey meditation, yeah. Well i was wondering if Mk has ever tried that but got disrupted and lost his memories or started acting strange infront of his monkey parents. It would be hilarious i can imagine him shouting, “TUDI, TUDI!”KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK, no pressure though! HAVE A GOOD DAY!
Lmaooo ok ok I don't think I'll go witha small amnesia arc in the AU but this doeß sound adorable.
@sakuralotus03 ha chiesto:It will probably be quite heavy, but I suggest that after Wukong saw the monkey like that he had a huge attack of guilt and anxiety and ended up injuring his left eye with his claws
Poor baby!! Nono don't worry his eye is fine.
@raylamoongirl ha chiesto:question for macaque: what was the hardest thing to teach Mk?Lmk bio parents Q&A
Mmmm so they tried really hard to teach him shadow teleportation, but he seems to not be able to do it.
@lmkobsessedmoth ha chiesto:For the Shadowpeach Bio Parent AU What if macaque and wukong go on a date and wukong doesn’t know it’s a date because he’s as dense as the rock he hatched out of
He truly would be. May the gods give him a clue or smt otherwise we wont end up nowhere here
Anonimo ha chiesto:Hey!I love your Shadowpeach bio Parent's AU But I Wonder,Does Wukong and Macaque already dance together before?
Danced??? I think so?? When they still were lovers friends I think (i think i m missing something)
Anonimo ha chiesto:I am on my knees, heart giving out, HOW IS BABY MK SO CUTE AND SHADOWPEACH SO ALLERGIC TO JUST KISSING ALREADY LIKE COME ON YOU TWO Anonimo ha chiesto:When I read the other part where swk and mac where talking about wanting MK to view them as parents at first I thought swk was proposing having another kid with Mac and I went “WOAH HEY- HOLD UP FOR A SECOND THERE U NEED TO GET UR SHT TOGETHER FIRST” and thank god it wasn’t that I thought swk was JUMPING AND ACCELERATING THEIR PROGRESS LMAOOOSo I’m actually glad they are taking baby steps, they need them
This slowburn is gonna be so slow-burning you all are gonna die when they actually kiss (will they kiss? Oh that's just for me to know ahah)
Anonimo ha chiesto:Since macaque is called mama by mk does that mean macaque is like a mother figure to mk in your au mama macaque is adorable and he gives off motherly in his character
Anonimo ha chiesto:Whos mom if there is considered a mom by MK or only dads? Is it Wu or Mac? My headcanons is Wukong basically the mom cuz he gives off mom and dad vibes together and Macaque just gives off dad vibes to me
He gives more motherly vibes, yes (Mamacaque and DadWukong forever)
Anonimo ha chiesto:Hi in you bio parent au for monkie kid how were monkey king and macaque as teenagers when they had a good relationship were like they a romantic couple or had secret crushes on each other and never told each other or were they just friends love this au it's amazing
Oh I think they were definitely lovers once. And that makes their past and what happened even more tragic honestly.
@ayrza ha chiesto:I don't know who is more adorable: Baby MK or Macaque and Wukong blushingPsd. I love your AU and your art 💖
Both. Both is good
@diamondwolf23 ha chiesto:THOSE TWO BETTER KISSSSSSSSSSS-I’m gonna miss Baby Mk ;-
Me too. Me too.
Anonimo ha chiesto:You could say Wukong is a...... simpian?(like simian but yknow >>)
LMAO YES
@scififeather21 ha chiesto:You can't believe how much I love your Shadowpeach AU comic series that last part made me grin so much. Mostly because my husband and I have done that exact thing when our kids were small babies and the looks and smiles were the same too. OMG it such a nice thing to see after a long day at work yesterday. :)
THAT'S THE- SWEETEST THING?????? LIKE IM SO GLAD I WAS ABLE TO MAKE IT A SIMILAR EXPERIENCE???? TO HEAR IT'S THE SAME THAT HAPPENED TO YOU IS THE SWEETEST THING EVER
@snsp6 ha chiesto:I love ur bio dads au! I wanted to ask what would happen if smth similar to the baby mk incident happened to the immortal monkeys.Like either they were de-aged to their youth or had an amnesia rules type of situation!(I am in love w the world building in this!!! And ur art is delectable!)
I don't thing the world would be ready for non-reformed Wukong#like-#not really reformed but the guy killed so many people bc of impulsiveness#until he learned that murder is not fine
Anonimo ha chiesto: This might be a stupid question, but for your bio parents, AU is MK just always in his monkey form, or is this just how he permanently looks now?
He's on his monkey form when he trains / stays at the weekends at FFM or when he friendly duels/train with Mei and Red Son.On weekdays he's constantly in his human form
@meisawkwardashecc ha chiesto:Is Wukong potentially shorter than Macaque? 👀🥺Avatar
Yes
@miraclecactus ha chiesto:Can you show us what's going on in the Freenoodles house? I'm looking forward to knowing how they manage to calm MK down :( Puedes mostrarnos que es lo que sucede en la casa de Freenoodles? Estoy ansiosa de conocer como ellos manejan el como calmar a MK :(
They used Wukong and Mac advices until he feel asleep.
Anonimo ha chiesto:I like how Wukong asks Macaque how he knows MK won't hate him after this. Like my guy, you literally killed Macaque, and he still hangs around I think he knows a thing or two
True. Although let Wukong be the dumbass he is.
alizardonfire ha chiesto:I love the idea of macaque being wukongs *rock* if that makes sense? It gives so much character to him.
Aaaahh ty! Yeah I feel like he's pretty good at understanding when he s just out of his mind and bring him back to earth.
Anonimo ha chiesto:If this isn't to much spoiler will the next lmk comic be angsty
This will be answered too late but I will always warn you in advance if there s angst coming.
Anonimo ha chiesto:I love your art! Lighthearted question since your about to bring the pain- do you think Mac and Wu fight over who gets to be little spoon/big spoon or are both of them 100% happy with Mac as big spoon and Wu as little spoon every night
So as for now, they are good with Wukong being the little spoon. Both bc Wukong is the the one who constantly craves for touch amd bc Macaque feels more comfortable in a position of "control" let's say. He can decide how much closer or not to get to Wukong.
Then in the future they would be more comfortable to switch (and the bicker about who should be the big or small)
@sallyvanna ha chiesto:HAIII FIRST OF ALL I LOVE YOUR BIO PARENT AU it makes my day every time I see a new page postedI was just wondering, why was macaque kinda nervous when he summoned rumble and savage? He was like 'ah shit I didn't want that-' 👀
It was because the kid would be afraid of them! Of course he wouldn't. But I guess Macaque still feels like his powers are a threat to him.
@redwrathroit ha chiesto:Hey, note this is something you can completely ignore but I wanted to know if you had a ref sheet for your monkey Bois, I'd love to take a try and drawing them plus I had made an Oc character of my own but I did it once and then art block hit me like a train and said; nah, never again. So it would really help me out if you have a ref, if not ignore this and have a nice day/night
Unfortunately I don't. I have a lot of panels where you can see them full body in various stances though.
Anonimo ha chiesto:Wukong being the little spoon is too cute, he spends years being the big spoon platonically to everyone that someone finally gave him what was needed, to be protected instead of being the protector
Yesss he iss!!!!!!
@froggyofdeath ha chiesto:Question abt Shadowpeach bio parents! Sooo, who kills the spiders, who screaming abt them, who the one who picks it up and try to scare the screaming one?🫠✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️☕️☕️☕️☕️
Mk is screaming, Wukong picks it up, Macaque kills it.
Anonimo ha chiesto:Can we see exactly when they decided to prepare the courtnapping room? Like when exactly did they know oh we need to prepare that our son has apparently followed in our footsteps
Unfortunately in this AU for now I don't plan tp draw a full spicynoodle arc as well. There will be moments for the ship as well but more like extras and side stories.
Anonimo ha chiesto:Your shadowpeach bio au reminds me of something..... I remember you saying to someone that they should Read a Son of Two Dad's. Have you read the entire thing? and the sequel?
Yes I did! Also the sequel, but i think it s in hiatus.
Anonimo ha chiesto:In you newest update for the shadowpeach parent au, that one scene of Macaque looking at Wukong as MK holds his finger kind of reminds me those flashback scenes in movies of the dead lover/wife that is looking at the main character from under a flowing blanket. I have no clue why but the image popped up in my head when I read that part of the comic lmao
I bet when they are back together they will re-create this exact image eventually
Anonimo ha chiesto:I love that Macaque is initiating contact with Wukong. Hugging him, holding his hands, cuddling with him. It makes my heart melt 🥹🥰 And Wukong is giving him opportunities to do so
He is opening the door for Mac to come closer, so that it's his choice how much he can get closer. The last thing Wukong wants is to rush things or do something that would make him more uncomfortable.
Anonimo ha chiesto:Omg! I love your art especially your shadowpeach parent bio au, it's adorable! Although I'm terrified for the next page. Anyway, my question is, why won't you let the monkey trio breathe from the trauma? 😅🥹
Bc apparently chat asked for it
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jingler · 2 months ago
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Wizard 101 Dashboard Simulator (set in arc 1)
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Hot take but I shouldn't see any life wizards hogging all the health wisps after almost dying in a dungeon for the 50th time. Don't yall have your decks full of nothing but healing spells already 🙄
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why is it always the fizzle-addicts being lifephobic
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Why's it always wizards from the weakest schools crying about schoolphobia
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mad because you fizzled again arent you
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🐉 dragon-theseballs Follow
what's this opaque wizard doing running around dragonspyre lmao
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OP are you......are you not opaque?
🐉 dragon-theseballs Follow
um.....no??? i'm translucent like everyone else
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Is someone gonna tell them
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TELL ME WHAT
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How familiar are you with the name Malistaire?
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i think he was a year or two above me in the academy??? what does he have to do with anything????
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im just gonna leave this link for you op: https://spiralpedia.com/malistaire/dragonspyre
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I'M DEAD???????
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HOW DID YOU NOT KNOW
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how is a ghost using spiralblr
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i'm translucent, not incorporeal idiot. and sorry it was kinda hard to tell when EVERYONE in my world ghosted at the same time.
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I FINALLY FOUND THIS POST
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Oh my titan I only ever saw this post in wandcaps
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need an update from op on how theyre handling being dead
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i still don't get why some ghosts get to be mysteriously hooded by a shroud and im just translucent me.
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🦋 ladyorielfan23 Follow
Honestly DNI if you support the Young Wizard. Since when is murdering banshees okay just because they're hanging out outside?
🌿 bearingclaws Follow
Imagine being so privileged you don't have to worry about being literally killed every time you leave your home because of Malistaire
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I'm literally from colossus boulevard. And you know what? We made peace with the gobblers instead of just killing them for wanting a place to stay
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Ohhhhh my titans. You know WHO made peace with the gobblers FOR you? The young wizard. Anti yws don't even know how much they've done for them.
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Even if that were true, you telling me to shut up and be grateful a crazed child solider is slaughtering hundreds of people when I never asked them to do that is not helping your case lmao
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It's always wizards from peaceful zones critiquing the young wizard and forgetting that we're literally IN A WAR. I don't even think the young wizard has a choice in it because they are literally a minor. Complain to ambrose about it but don't hate on people who are finally getting to experience some peace after malistaire completely fucked their lives over.
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Whatever keep relying on a child solider to fix all your problems but don't be surprised if they get addicted to all that killing and become the next malistaire
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You CANNOT seriously be comparing the young wizard to malistaire i
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being a goth but not a necromancer is so funny. sorry for the confusion I can't actually raise ghouls from the dead I just know that black eyeliner is hot.
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at this point whoevers going to save the spiral is gonna come from some dumb world named dirt or some shit
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The original date of this post is crazy
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I forgot about this post holy shit?!
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I know that ambrose isn't a deathphobe but it's very funny how from an outsider's perspective it definitely looks that way. Like welcome to my academy here's all these beautiful buildings and trees for the other schools meanwhile the death school is just like. Hole.
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op casually forgetting the balance school exists
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I don't think ambrose even knows the balance school exists
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Introducing Krokpenceee Heals
So I noticed how unhappiness can really plague us. Sometimes the spiral throws so many hit spells at us. It prevents us from being happy and free-spirited. I really want to reach out and help people break free of certain negative patterns in their lives, so I’ve created Krokpenceee Heals. I am an extremely intuitive and empathetic individual. I will never judge or disclose any of your problems to anyone. I will help you transcend confusion, and self-limiting beliefs so that you can be the best version of yourself. 
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aren't you the krok whose family owns a mander slave
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malistaire's not gonna know what's coming when i hit him with my massive dong
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why is this the only post on the young wizard's spiralblr
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Probably too busy doing the gangnum style over the corpses they create
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nouvxllev · 3 months ago
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Request!!
Jenna Ortega x Reader
Summary: Jenna and R are like on ldr cuz of her work, after mooonthhss, J surprises R by going back home early to her. J gets so worried cuz R isn't in the house, and she can't contact her. R gets home wasted, J confronts her, R breaks down, rambling about how she just misses Jenna, not knowing it is actually Jenna who she was speaking to... she mistakes her to be Emma..😭🙏🏻
unbearable uncertainty
Pairing: Jenna Ortega x Fem!Reader
Summary: request! ^^
Words: 3.3k
Warnings: slight angst? maybe? bittersweet??
a/n: wrote tara carpenter smut then dipped. oh my god, i truly apologize for going on an unknowingly and unbearable hiatus from writing. but on the bright side, i met someone whos truly so special and i cherish the most on here :] thank you for the request and im sorry if ive been holding it back for months!
(ps. ive forgotten how to write entirely, please be patient with me)
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Long goodbyes were never easy.
How could Jenna ever forget the last piece of comfort she felt in your arms as you held her for the final time before she boarded the plane? The warmth and security she found when you whispered "I love you" was something she couldn't find elsewhere.
You hugged her so tightly, Jenna felt as if you were trying to fold her into your very being.
You always did that, always have.
But you held her a little longer. Closer, tighter. As if it'll be the last time Jenna falls in love with you. It felt too surreal when she heard your voice started breaking in tears like there was a cloud over your heart Jenna used to bring life in.
She tried to memorize every detail of your face, every line and shadow, every crease and every feature like you were a past lover she's been searching for, she wanted to hold onto each imperfection and perfection as if capturing this moment in her heart could somehow lessen the pain of parting.
When you reached out, gently brushing a stray tear from her cheek, and she leaned into your touch, savoring the warmth that would soon be gone. It was a gesture so tender, so full of love, that it made her heart ache even more.
Would she have done something differently? Perhaps tell you she got it all wrong, tell the producers and chosen to live in peace with you and frolic in some field of flowers like a coming of age movie.
No, she could only swallow the lump in her throat and urge her heart to stop grieving for something that wasn't even dead but merely distant.
Vermont proved to be a cold comfort, like winter for a thousand nights without somebody to hold on, stark contrast to the warmth she'd known for all these months.
The first night was the hardest—cruel, even. As she unpacked her bags in the apartment paid for b the producers, it was a far cry from the home you had shared. Despite its charm for space, it felt emptier than it should've been. A shell.
Jenna remembers lying awake that night, unable to find solace even in the darkness. Each thought weighed heavier than the last, fearing you would grow to resent the fame she would have declined in a heartbeat if given the choice, that loving her had become more of a chore than a joy.
The frequent overseas flights and constant altering of time zones only added to the strain, affecting even how her heart would beat. Conversations became shorter while days grew longer, and only letters and distant updates from you brought reassurance. She missed the moments of quiet intimacy, the laughter shared, and the smile she could reach up and kiss, the comfort of knowing she was always there for you.
It was a constant routine of staring at the ceiling, desperate to imagine your arounds around her and your warm breath against the neck. The loneliness was a crushing weight, far more realistic than a mere idea it was. Unbearable.
She found herself wanting for the familiar warmth and solace that only your presence could provide her. She would watch herself listening for your voice, remembering how you would tell her if she's been overworking, half-expecting to hear your laughter or even a slight tone or maybe even the sound of your footsteps.
She always found small ways to feel connected to you.
The letters you sent were her lifeline. She would read them over and over as if it were new ink, tracing the words with her fingers that carried your thoughts and reassurances, imagining your voice speaking them. Each letter was a piece of you, a reminder that you were thinking of her, missing her just as much.
The voice calls were both a blessing and a curse.
Hearing your voice brought her comfort, but it also made the distance between you feel even more unbearable. She would stay up late into the night, talking to you, laughing with you, sharing her day and listening to yours. But when the call ended, silence would descend, and the emptiness would return with a vengeance. She would lie in bed, clutching the pillow, trying to replay the sound of your voice.
So it was a huge, pain-in-the-ass problem for her, the amount of calls and thousands of sleepless nights with her arms wrapped around a pillow instead of the love of her life was a step away from insanity. It seemed dramatic, but can you blame a girl!? Love always had a way of making seem things insignificant in comparison.
Another grueling month without the love of your life? She couldn't and wouldn't even bear it, you would have to finally cut the two parts of her brain in half and throw away the other one to endure that kind of torture.
So what started as a joke with her finger hovering over the "book flight" button while on the phone with you turned out to be, surprise surprise, not even close to a silly little joke.
She clicked it impulsively, without a second thought or even a first one.
Her heart raced faster than ever with the thought of seeing you again. Feeling your arms around her, hearing you laugh, smile, and talk was all the motivation she needed. It was like a recurring dream you’d betray another day for to live in.
And here she is now, at your place, luggage in hand in the dead of night, looking like she fled the country, with that familiar airport scent still clinging to her clothes and hair. She smelled like whatever hit-terminal coffee it was that day and recycled air.
Jenna's been muttering to herself all evening, "Pick up, pick up, pick up, oh my God, who leaves their house unlocked!?"
Her phone, balanced on her shoulder, was one slip away from hitting the ground, and she was one missed call away from losing it. She imagine the look on your face when you saw her standing there, unannounced yet so desperately wanted, not like wanting to send out a search party for you!
It was voicemail after voicemail, a ring before a cruel tone that mocked her for seconds, the unknowing certainty that something had happened to you.
You’ve been M.I.A ever since she arrived, and the last text she received from you was a breezy, "I’m going out tonight with co-workers" followed by a thousand kisses. The gesture was sweet, but it’s not helping now that it’s 12 fucking a.m. and you’re nowhere to be found.
She paced back and forth in your living room, the anxiety gnawing at her insides and the sharp pain from her palm to her heart had never been so severe.
Every creak of the floorboards made her thoughts race, hoping it was you finally coming home. The silence of the house was deafening, broken only by her thoughts replaying your voice. She glanced at the clock on the wall that displayed digits she seriously did not want to see.
She knew she wouldn't be able to sleep until she saw you with her own eyes, until she could touch you and confirm that you were truly safe.
Her hands immediately went back to her phone, wondering if your co-workers would even answer a distress actress concerned about her girlfriend if there was a high and 100% chance they were wasted with you. Obviously, each call went straight to voicemail.
Why is being sent on delivered the most humiliating ever!?
"Fuck," Jenna cursed under her breath, her head lowered in defeat as she stared at the countless of messages she sent to your friends, co-workers, shit even your family!
The only thought going through her head is "thank you for birthing Emma Myers."
emma
just said goodbye shes round the corner
sent one attachment
going back to her place
Even light couldn't travel as fast compared to how quickly Jenna reacted when that attachment processed in her brain. It was a photo of you (thank fuck), looking a bit tipsy, sure, maybe knocked in the head, but you were unharmed, waving goodbye to Emma.
The wave of relief that washed over Jenna felt like an overall baptism—a splash of water to commemorate coming back to a harsher reality than she didn't expect, but reality nonetheless.
She almost wanted to laugh at the absurdity, but she shoved the thought aside. Her focus was on you, and getting to you as fast as possible.
If you weren't going to come back home sooner or later, she'd come to you. Geared up and mentally preparing everything to combat the cold weather, plants of how she would take care of you, and a surprise. Aka, her.
Is what she would've followed through if she didn’t hear the unmistakable sound of a key turning in the lock.
The sound was so abrupt. Too sudden and swift it nearly made her jump out of her skin unlike any scare people tried on her.
Her heart pounded as she turned towards the door, hoping, begging, and nearly willing the universe to grant her at least one moment of sanity. She watched the door creak open, and there you were—alive. You stumbled in, eyes bleary but safe, and Jenna felt the tension drain from her body as if it had never been there.
"Y/n—!" Jenna's sudden movement was a blur, barely having time to embrace yourself before she collided with you, the force of her embrace nearly knocking out the ragged breath you had left.
You could've noticed the slight tremble in her frame, heart pounding against your chest, and a hand clinging onto your shirt that pulled you closer if you weren't drunk.
“Daaamn, girl, you walk faast! I swear we dropped you at your street?? Why are you in—shit—in my house??” Your voice slurred and you stumbled as if the very act required more effort than you could muster, mind sluggish and your sense dulled, voice thick and unsteady.
You were undeniably and completely fucked. To say the least.
Drunk, Intoxicated. Mentally impaired. Right, how could Jenna even forget that?
You barely managed to step inside when your legs gave out, sending you tumbling to the floor.
The world tilted and spun around you as if you were a sun blinded by its own solar system. Your vision blurred and you struggled to make sense of the swirling images and a familiar blobby brunette girl in your home.
To no surprise, Jenna was at your side in an instant, crouching down with her face filled with concern as she looked you over, her arms reaching out to steady you. "Y/n… Why on earth do you have a huge straight bump on your forehead?"
"I…" you mumbled, blinking up at her. Her face looked like one of those spiky and blobbed images you see through a rain-streaked window. "I was—I was watching one of those 'how to be a good girlfriend in an LDR relationship' videos on the way home. And—and well, there was a pole."
Jenna's expression shifted, concern to curiosity. "What… What? What do you mean? Why? Why are you searching those—"
You felt like your chest was closing in on you, your throat mimicked those of a barren wasteland, and embarrassment washed over you like a tidal wave. You wanted to shrug it off, to laugh and tell her you were just curious, that it was nothing. But you couldn't.
"Because!" you burst out, voice trembling as you looked away from her eyes, "How else am I supposed to believe that I'm good enough when Jenna's halfway across the world? When every time she touches me, it's like she thinks I'm everything you've ever wished for in a star, and I—"
You faltered, your breath catching, the words threatened to slip away from you, but the emotions, doubt and fear—they had been building up for too long. You couldn’t stop now, even if you wanted to.
"I don't deserve it, I'm not enough for her. There's something more that i should be doing, something more I could be, because how can I be enough when she's there and I'm here? I can't hold her, I can't comfort her when she's stressed, I cant show her how much I care every day like I want to. How am I supposed to truly feel that I'm doing fine and she's feeling loved? Every time she tells me that I'm enough, I try to believe her, but—but there's this voice in my head that keeps saying, 'What if she's just saying it? What if one day, she realized she was wrong? That I'm not great, that she's just loving a version of me she created in her head, that she finds a fatal flaw in me that keeps her away from loving me? What if I'm not who she thought I was?"
You can't speak anymore, but your mouth persists in words like a machine. Your eyes already welled up, you bit your lip to stop it from trembling and forming a frown.
"I want to be perfect for her. I want her to feel like she's never missing anything from me or feel like she's falling short from the love she gives me and I give her. But I don't know how to do that. I don't know anything. So I watch those stupid videos to hope I'll find a way to be enough, to finally feel like I am. But no matter what I do, it feels like it'll never be. How can I be it when I'm not with her? How can I be enough from so far away?"
Tears blurred your vision as you tried to reach out, "I just miss her, Emma. I just miss her so damn much. I thought I could handle it, you know? That I could be strong, that I could keep it together until the next time I saw her. But it's been too long, I keep feeling like I'm falling apart. That my relationship is falling apart for her. I thought maybe if I just stepped back, she'd find what she needed without me getting in the way."
"I try to keep things feeling normal. I try to tell myself that the distance is temporary, that we’re strong enough to make it through, but what if we’re not? What if the longer this goes on, the more we rip apart? I don’t want to lose her, but I feel like I’m losing pieces of us every day."
"I'm scared, Emma," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "I'm scared that one day, she'll take all her words back, she'll realize it's not enough. That every text she sends me is in complete dread, that she's just staying for the hell of it. That she finds a better relationship than what we have now."
Your gaze was locked on the floor, but Jenna's eyes were on you, wide and creased with confusion. The words you've thrown at her just echoed in her mind, looping relentlessly until they became the only thing she could hear along with the race of her heart thudding so loudly. She had been silent the whole time, listening to you pour out your fears, insecurities, on how much you've missed her.
She shouldn't have. She wasn't Emma.
Jenna's eyes flickered to you, your eyes was stuck on the floor, your shoulders slumped as if you were carrying the weight of the world. And in that moment, despite the ache in her chest, all she wanted was to hold you. It's the only thing that felt natural for her.
She closed the gap between you two, close enough that her knees brushed yours, and slowly enough as if she were afraid that you might pull away. The contact felt like a connection, barely there, yet it grounded you and your worries. It felt familiar.
Jenna's breath as she looked at you, her eyes searching your face for any sign that you were uncomfortable, that you were still here with her.
Without a word, she lifted her arms and wrapped them around you at last. Her touch was tentative, she was unsure you wanted her there, but as her hand rested on your back, she felt the subtle rise and fall of your breathing. You were relaxed in her arms, you became yourself underneath her hands. She pulled you in closer like she was trying to shield you from the weight of whatever thought you had put on yourself.
"Y/n," she spoke, you knew that voice. it wasn't distant or abstract, it was real, present, and undeniably her. You knew this. The fact that you didn’t pull away. You didn’t flinch. In fact, the moment her presence reached you, it was as if a piece of you had been anchored to the ground again.
You knew her.
The warmth of her skin, the gentle rise and fall of her chest as you let yourself pull in her, it was familiar, comforting. You hadn't even realized how tightly you've been holding onto your fears and worries. But now, with her, they're no longe the loud and consuming force they had been before.
"Jenna?" you whispered, your voice was barely audible, trembling as it left your lips and hope it gets through with her.
It was the first time you had said her name aloud in her presence. You could feel her heartbeat against her chest, the steady rhythm that took both of you off. You pulled away from her embrace, looking at her as if you saw a ghost.
"I'm back home," she whispered back, her voice soft like it never changed.
Her words settled into your bones, offering a comfort that you didn't realize you've been craving so desperately. And for the first time in what felt like a long time, you allowed yourself to believe them. She wasn’t just saying it—she meant it. Jenna was here, she wasn’t going to leave.
You didn’t care what she had to say; it felt impolite, selfish even, but all you wanted was to crash into her arms like you had before. You were no longer standing at a distance. You didn’t think, you didn’t hesitate, you just moved.
With a sudden rush, you wrapped your arms around her as if she were the only lifeline you had in a world that felt like it was spinning out of control.
You clung to her as you murmured her name over and over again as if it was a prayer the heavens needed to hear. Your fingers gripped the fabric of her shirt and every part of you was aware of her. How her body felt against yours, the way she held you felt like a promise saying she wouldn't let you go in her life.
“I’m so sorry,” you choked out, your voice shaking as you pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, your tears blurring your vision. "I'm sorry for everything. For doubting you, for pushing you away when you clearly didn't want to.
"You’re finally here," you murmured, as you looked up at her, "You’re back with me."
Jenna's grip around you tightened, and you could feel her smile that always made you float in the air, even though you couldn't see it. "I missed you," she said softly, "I was so worried about you and I kept thinking about all the things we used to do together. I missed the way you laugh, the way you always know how to make me feel better. I just wanted to hear your voice again, to feel close to you. Don't worry about falling short, I'm already standing on a mountain of love that you've given me."
It was her, she was the same Jenna you've always loved. How she held you in your arms, how she kissed you after apologizing countless of times, how she feels in your arms, how she moves, how she laughs, how she makes you feel like you're safe and secured. Uncertainty washed away from you.
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konpeitonom · 25 days ago
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I was wondering if I could ask for some fluffy (+ nsfw if youre comfortable) headcanons about recovered/rescued curly x reader? I’ve seen very few fics about him and I’m so madly in love with him (particularly how ladonb.kokosa on tiktok draws him).
I think Curly would feel guilty about dating and sex because of his disabilities, inaction, and trauma but the reader is still head over heels for him anyway ❤️‍🩹
recovered/rescued captain grant curly headcanons.
sfw/nsfw — lowercase intended ^_^
g/n reader - no pronouns mentioned
requests are open and heavily encouraged, i write for every mw character ^.^
notes; i daydream about this exact curly too!! oh god i love this artist.. writing this in the perspective of you were his spouse previously. let me know if you’d like it if you met him afterwards :)
these r also a bit short so maybe a part 2 if i’m up for it/anyone else would want it. not proofread i never will sorry. this is my 3rd post today i am insane and happy to write!
.. nsfw section is written from the perspective of me, a girl, so sorry men if you cannot relate or feels it doesn’t apply to you too much. i try my best as a non-writer haha. minors don’t read that part thank you please…
here he is in his late forties - early fifties.
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— he feels an intense amount of emotions knowing you waited as long as you did for him— that in those 15-20 years he was gone you didn’t move on *at all?*.. to come back in the state he was in, he felt a lot of guilt.
— he feels even more guilt when you saw him in said state, and still stayed with him throughout the multiple surgeries and months in the hospital.
— that smile of yours always cheered him up. and your reassurance was most comforting. he was lucky to have you as you are lucky to have him.
— curly felt as if he’d have to overcompensate for lost time. he’d plan dates, give you flowers, gift you chocolates or candies you liked. small things like that. he did it often pre-crash but he now does it enough to where it’s still a little special when he does.
— it would take him a long time to tell you what happened, truly. for legal reasons i’d assume he’d have to tell government officials, the media, or some kind of authority what had happened — but the details of it, id take a lot of time for him to speak about. he’d have to speak to a therapist about it first.
— when it came to his inaction, that and the immense survivors guilt he likely holds, he would be scared you’d leave. he’d be upset if you tried to justify his actions too. he knows what he did was wrong. and he doesn’t need you or anyone to tell him otherwise.
— i’m sure curly would donate a lot of the money he receives from media attention, that or encourage people to donate to charities that focus on gender based violence or sexual assault victims. he feels owed too. it’s the very least he could do now.
— back to his relationship with you.. sometimes all he wants is you. sometimes all he wants is to cry in bed as you’re there with him. your mere presence, all of you, is a huge comfort for him.
— he loves that you’re still your happy, old self. and he understands, he’d probably be happy too if someone you thought was dead just came back.
— if i recall correctly, he was in that state for 5 months? most of the time, if anya wasn’t there replacing his bandages or nursing him- he was most likely alone. he doesn’t like the thought of that. and therefore doesn’t want to ever be alone again.
— if you’d allow him, he wants to feel you all over. not in a sexual way. he wants to touch your arms, your fingers, your neck, your cheeks, your face. the feeling of you in his arms feels like gods blessing im sure.
— he’d ask about you. he’s so excited too. he wants updates to your life, your family. what do you like to do now? what’s changed since? do you still like this and that?
— he feels upset that he missed out on those parts of your life, but at the same time he knows that you probably kept him in his heart all those times without him.
— help him get back into his old hobbies!! keep him physically active. update him on all the video games he’s missed, all the movies he’s missed. movie days are probably his favorites. keep him busy.
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— i believe a strap-on device has to be used, or toys. he is open to all, but he’d enjoy using his hands to please you. it feels more intimate and close. he loves nothing more than touching you— in any way.
— he is old, ok. he lacks stamina, 1 round is enough for him- as long as it’s enough for you. but he is very experienced.
— hand holder!! he loves to hold your hand during sex.. this is canon. i am wrongorgan. he’d rub your palms as you shake, asking “is this okay? does that feel good?” .. please reassure him he thinks it’s the sexiest thing ever.
— uses your facial expressions to reassure himself. he thinks it’s cute when you bite your tongue to suppress your moans. or when your face is all flushed and sweaty. that means hes doing a good job.
— eye contact.. please make eye contact with him. he does struggle a bit with loving himself (especially assuming this is a 1-3 years after he was rescued), but as long as you love him then he shouldn’t have reason to worry.
— loves it when you place your hands on his face, caress his jawline as he fucks you slowly. i think he also likes it when your hands scratch his back. again, it tells him he’s doing a good job.
— i think it’s obvious with the way i write him but he loves talking during sex. i mean, he likes incoherent noises too- just as much as he does talking. but your words mean so much to him. and there’s just so much he wants to say.
— like.. “god, you’re so cute. have you always been like this, sweetheart?” !! he is a gentleman, ok?
— he still prefers a dominant role. he is a service top if i’ve ever seen one. even before the crash, sex is all about you, you, you, then maybe him.
— for the first few times he would be extremely careful and gentle. intimacy is not something he likes to rush. after he gets a bit more comfortable he’d be open to exploring again. like you did as younger adults, but still. he’s old and you’re probably old too ^.^
— feels like he has to make up for all the times you were probably lonely, sexually, the time he was missing.
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trulyumai · 7 months ago
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To Destroy and Conquer
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Pairing: Messmer x Reader
Warnings: Mentions of Death, violence, possessiveness.
Synopsis: Before his reckoning, the red haired protector was a husband; a caring one at that.
A/N: It’s been a little since my last update but im back! Thank you everyone for being so patient <3
Enjoy!
“In Death, I would rise and burn thy enemies; harmers of thy soul,” Lightly, the tall man brushed his fingers against his wife’s face.
With her lips parted slightly, tuffs of air dampened his pale cheeks as he blinked down at her with a longing, loving gaze.
His knuckles met with the skin of her cheek, moving them up and down his rougher skin met with the softened surface. he began to memorized each groove, each crevice.
His little wife didn’t know of his plans, his extortions for power.
She was unaware of the dead fleets that lay scattered on the field, just by the castle walls.
She was unaware of the burning hunger for strength that seemed to corrupt a new piece of his soul with every passing day.
No, for how could she?
She was ever the dutiful wife; cleaning, cooking, waiting patiently for her knight of a husband to come back, arms open with kisses to spare.
Tonight was the night he would regain his namesake, no more would he be shunned, forgotten in the shadow of his family.
Blinking he took his little wife in once more.
Dusting his lips across her neck he decided his next move.
He bit, hard.
A perfect red mark shined back at him, with red and purple blood vessels rewarding the man for his efforts.
The woman didn’t stir, for their night before was full of plenty roughness on its own .
Instead she leaned into him, and he coughed out a chuckle.
“Even in sleep Darling, thy craves violence, hm?”
Adoringly he placed dry kisses upon her cheeks, down to her lips and up to her nose.
“I will have it all. Yes, and thy own’s beauty will be there, baptized in flame.”
With his head leaned in, his eyes moved forward, to the open window that let in the petrichoric smells of the land.
The golden castle met his gaze, it laid in the distance with its bordering walls. Trees scattered before the land, and smoke began to peek behind the stone barriers, the aftermath of Messmer’s past display of power.
With squinted eyes he laid back, his wife’s head laid upon his bare chest as his gaze never left the castle.
Messmer sat there, idly scraping at his knuckles while his other arm wrapped around his wife and imagined; imagined a life of fire and smoke, in the middle of it all stood him.
With no enemies left, he could rein, and his little wife would wait just as she always did, for him to return home.
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landitolover · 1 year ago
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𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒕, 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓, in which lando and his fiancée joke about having kids (cats), but they randomly just drop an actual pregnancy announcement! ౨ৎ lando x mexican!fiancée!reader
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user get this girl a kid for christmas!
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user are u guys still trying for a baby
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carlossainz55 por fin, un caption que es la verdad 😂
→ yourusername yo solo digo la verdad 😇
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landonorris SOOO HERMOSA 🤩
landonorris i don’t regret the last slide.
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→ landonorris BABY I WAS KIDDING I FELT REALLY BAD
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lilymhe 😍😍 become a runaway bride for me
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yourusername when he hangs out with the opposition… he’s cute though, I guess?
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user WHERES RHE CAT CAFE LOCATED QUEEN
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yourmom que preciosa mija ❤️❤️
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landonorris we found a cat in our chair after we finished swimming, welcome to the family zanahoria 🥕 (this is her only Christmas present)
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user she’s so pretty
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lilymhe she looks absolutely beautiful! uhm- and you’re there..
yourusername MY ONLY PRESENT?? YOU KIDNAPPED THE CAT
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yourusername life update: back in my hometown, lando brought the helmet he quite literally dnfed in (🌝🌝), and my mom won’t stop showing him my baby pics. p.s. flo, can you please send me lando’s baby pics so he can stfu xx
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user tbf the helmet is rlly nice
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user she was such a cute baby 🥹
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landonorris flo please don’t send her my baby pics
→ yourusername too late baby xx
landonorris wow u are so cool!!!! i am your biggest fan 🤩🤩
→ yourusername I’M (getting) MARRIED!!!!!!😡😡😡
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alex_albon u look disappointed in the first pic
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landonorris she isn’t dead!!
january 4th, 2024
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alex_albon is your cat studious
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yourusername and it’s all just too much for little lando norris… surprise!! i am pregnant ❓(have been for like 3 months now)
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landonorris te amo mucho mi vida ☀️🤍🫶🏼
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lilymhe CONGRATS BABY 🎉🎉
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carlossainz55 i guess he isn’t so little after all? 😂
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oscarpiastri is he crying over your cravings? cause they’re horrendous
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maxfewtrell mate get out with that caption
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mclaren congratulations you two 🧡
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౨ৎ hi guyyysss 🤍🤍 sorry for not posting, i just didn’t have any motivation :,) but hopefully my motivation will come back though xx also i will prolly start writing part two of ‘say don’t go’ 🫶🏼
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tired-truffle · 26 days ago
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Even the Gods Cry For Us
A Viktorxfem!reader fic
Chapter Word Count: 4.5k
Part 3/17
Tag list: @im-just-a-simp-le-whore @potatointhedirt (if anyone else would like to be tagged with future updates let me know!)
“You sleep coiled; tightly wound. Hands are fists beneath pillows, clenched above cotton sheets.
You are at war, even in your dreams.” - p.d.
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A thick blanket of darkness engulfed you, shrouding your surroundings in an eerie veil. The edges of your vision blurred with iridescent light, teasing and taunting you as it danced just out of reach. Your heart raced with the urgency to capture that elusive glow, as if it held the key to solving the mysterious puzzle you were trapped in. But as you strained your neck to catch a glimpse of it, your gaze landed on a figure lying motionless on the cold, hard ground and all your will to find that light vanished. 
Your legs quivered uncontrollably, your hands trembling and slick with sweat. Struggling to keep your balance, the ground shaking beneath your feet, you stumbled forward, your eyes wide and unblinking, your heart stopped. 
No, that wasn’t possible. You’d fallen asleep in his arms, in his childhood home only moments ago. But then, time hadn’t been your friend as of late, stealing away whole hours from your grasp. And now…you sank to your knees, hands hovering over the wide, gaping hole in Viktor’s chest, the metal shattered and bent, his face slack, eyes open and devoid of life. 
No, it couldn’t be real, it couldn’t be, it couldn’t be, it couldn’t—
As you laid your hands on his chest, still and cold, a guttural sob wrenched itself from your throat. It was real, it was real, it was—
You had to fix it, you had so much power, what use was any of it if you couldn’t save the man you loved? Magic, hot and urgent surged from your palms, tears splattering his chest. Your breath halted around the Hexcore’s presence lodged in your throat, but you didn’t need to breathe anymore, how were you supposed to when Viktor wasn’t? 
You frantically loosened your grip on the Hexcore, feeling the desperate need for even the slightest increase of power to bring him back.
“Milá.” Viktor’s hoarse voice floated from his slack jaw. Had it moved? You hadn’t noticed, but you didn’t trust your hearing either. His chest was still, his body broken, he couldn’t have spoken. 
“Milá, look at me.” An invisible hand gripped your wrist gently, tugging, but you refused to move. You were looking at him, and he was dead. 
Fingers trailed up your wrist, soft and tender, and you sobbed again, taking a shallow and shaky breath. But his chest remained still. 
“I am with you, lásko, I have not left.” 
“Then why can’t I feel you!” you all but wailed, salty tears slipping into your mouth and down your tongue, your jaw clenched tight and teeth bared. 
A hand on your cheek, turning you towards him, towards the soft smile that pulled relief from your throat in the form of a whimpered cry. Your magic faltered, his chest flickering between caved in and full and breathing. 
“You’re searching for me in the wrong place,” he said. “I’m here with you, not in your head.” 
Like falling from a cliff top in a dream, you jolted back to reality, back to Viktor and his unwavering patience you weren’t sure you deserved. 
His chest heaved with breath, his face flushed with vitality and radiating health. The rosy hue of his skin spoke of the vibrant life coursing through his veins, pulsing and sparking with magic. Every drop of power you had poured into him, as if he were a dying man in need of revival. Magic from the Hexcore.
Your body could no longer hold you up and you collapsed into his arms, burying your face into the crook of his neck as you cried your relief. This was real. You knew that in your bones - and though your mind failed you again and again, your confusion had vanished beneath the soft touch of his hands soothing up and down your back. 
You tightened your hold around him, shaking as you counted his breaths. One, two, three, his heart beating in your ear. 
“I fear that opening up your access to the Hexcore will do exactly as Soraka warned.” Viktor’s hand found the back of your head, petting down your hair, scratching lightly at your scalp as you slowly relaxed against him. 
“Did I hurt you?” you whispered into his shoulder. 
He placed a light kiss on the top of your head and sighed. “No, I believe you did the opposite. At the cost of your own well-being, I might add.” 
You winced at the unintended annoyance in his words and pressed apologetic kisses across his shoulder. He chuckled, the deep rumble vibrating against your lips. “Do not think you can distract me so easily,” he teased.
You smiled and let your fingers wander up his neck, gently brushing through the soft strands of hair that curled around his ear. “Are you saying I should try harder?”
“I am not, though I appreciate your efforts.” Amusement had won out over exasperation, and you counted it as a win all the same. 
You nuzzled your face into his neck, exhaling slowly, contentedly. He was alive, he was with you, you had time. “You can’t deny that it worked though. You look healthier, even if it was my…hallucination that spurned me to pour so much magic into you.” Magic that had not been solely yours, but the Hexcore’s as well.
“That may be, but you understand my concern, do you not?” 
You bit the inside of your cheek, the urge to dismiss threatening to roll off your tongue. Logically, you knew he was correct, you were getting worse in your attempts to save him, and that wasn’t good for you or your relationship. But on the other hand, you couldn’t just let him fade away. It felt like watching a candle slowly burn out, knowing there was nothing you could do to save its flame from fading into darkness.
“I do. Do you understand mine?”
His hand shifted to your cheek, knuckles brushing across scarred skin. “I do.” 
Silence settled around you, the dark of night lulling you back to restfulness. The emotional distress of the nightmare faded, replaced by bone-deep exhaustion. "Can we talk about this more in the morning?" you asked. "I just want to sleep in your arms right now."
Viktor pressed another soft kiss to your forehead. "Of course. Rest now, Milá, you are safe."
You snuggled closer, the strong, rhythmic beat of his heart pulsed through you like a comforting lullaby, calming your nerves and easing your fears. No Hexcore whispers invaded your mind, no painful runes etched themselves into your skin, no terrifying visions of a dark, unknown future plagued you. Only Viktor's arms around you as he hummed softly.
You awoke to sunlight streaming through the window, casting a warm glow across Viktor's face. His features were relaxed in sleep, the worry lines that usually creased his brow smoothed away. You traced them with your fingertips, marvelling at how peaceful he looked. As your touch ghosted over his skin, his eyes fluttered open, a sleepy smile gracing his lips.
And the events of the night before came rushing back.
You sat upright like a gopher popping out of its hole, staring down at him in horror. "Viktor, I'm so sorry," you blurted out, the words tumbling over each other in your haste to apologize. "I yelled at you and lost control…I shouldn't have done that. I-I don’t know why I did."
He blinked, more alert now, and propped himself up on one elbow. "Milá, you don't need to–"
But you pressed on, needing to get the words out. "No, please, let me finish. I realize it's not healthy for you to have to rely on me to live. I'm not being fair to you, and I'm sorry. I want to find a permanent solution, I really do. But to get there, you need to survive long enough for us to figure it out."
Viktor's gaze softened, and he reached out to cup your cheek. "I understand your fear, but you must understand mine as well. Watching you push yourself to the brink, risking yourself, it pains me more than any physical ailment ever could. Relying on you is a secondary issue."
You leaned into his touch, closing your eyes briefly. "I know, but I want to try. Even if it’s just a little bit. You’re already doing well from the magic I gave you this morning, or, whenever that was, so it would only be, like, a cursory attempt.”
Viktor wiped his hand down his tired face. “I’m not going to dissuade you, am I?” 
You smiled, bright and innocent. “Nope,” you said, popping the ‘p’. 
With a sigh, he leaned back against the wall, the metal of his torso thumping against the drywall. “If we are to do this, you must promise that you will not push yourself and you must tell me if you feel anything wrong. I also do not want you to pull from the Hexcore anymore than you already have.” 
You held out your hand, your pinky finger extended, the corners of your mouth twitching as you suppressed a grin. “Pinky promise.”
“I wish you would give this the seriousness it warrants.” And yet he still wrapped his pinky around yours and shook it firmly. 
“If I don’t take it seriously it can’t scare me,” you countered. 
“Milá,” he said your name like a warning, “if this frightens you, we shouldn’t do it.”
You waved your hand in dismissal. “Losing you scares me more than anything else. Please, let’s just give it a try, and I will stop the second I sense anything is off, okay?”
He pressed his lips together, forming a straight, determined line. “Fine,” his eyes wrinkled at the corners, “but only because it is so hard to deny your earnest requests.”
You beamed, that was how you’d managed to corral him into taking care of himself and getting some much-needed rest all those weeks ago. It just so happened that it was your bed he had fallen asleep in, but the end result was worth it, so you saw no fault in your actions.
You positioned yourself between Viktor's legs, his eyes, warm amber in the morning light, watched you with both trepidation and trust. You placed your hands on his chest, the cool metal meeting the heat of your palms.
Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes and focused on the wellspring of power within you. The Hexcore's magic began playing, a haunting melody that whispered promises of strength and salvation. It pulsed just beneath the surface of your skin, yearning to be unleashed. Eager to heal, to rebuild, to mend what had been broken and make it whole again.
But as you prepared to let the magic flow, a flicker of light caught your attention. Your eyes snapped open, drawn to the tiny sparks that flitted between your fingertips. They were like fireflies, glowing and darting in an exuberant dance across Viktor's bare chest. You frowned, trying to shoo the playful sparks away and focus on the task at hand. But they were persistent, willfully shooting around your fingers in a game of tag.
"It's alright," Viktor said, his hand coming to rest on your wrist, stilling your movement. "They’re not causing any harm."
You watched, transfixed, as Viktor coaxed one of the sparks onto his palm. It bobbed and weaved, a tiny pinprick of light that seemed to pulse with a life of its own. As it settled into his cupped hand, it let out a high-pitched trill, a sound that reminded you of tinkling bells and the first rays of dawn breaking over the horizon.
"Remarkable." Viktor tilted his hand this way and that. The spark followed his movements, rolling and bouncing like an excitable puppy. "I've never seen magic behave like this before."
You leaned in, wanting to examine it closer. The spark seemed to sense your proximity and zipped over to you, bopping you on the nose before darting back to Viktor's outstretched hand. A smile tugged at your lips, the simple joy of the tiny being chasing away the lingering shadows of fear.
"Do you think," Viktor began, his brow furrowed in thought, "that these could be some manifestation of your own magic? Separate from the Hexcore's influence?"
You swayed your head, considering the possibility. It made sense, in a way. These silly little wisps seemed to embody the very things you cherished most about your power - the ability to bring light, to inspire joy, to nurture and protect. They were a part of you, yet distinct, like seeds carried on the wind to take root and flourish in new soil.
As if sensing your thoughts, the sparks began to multiply, their numbers growing until a small constellation bounced across Viktor's chest. They pulsed in unison, a gentle rhythm that seemed to echo the beating of his heart. Some nestled into the grooves of his metal frame, others perched on his shoulders like tiny, glowing epaulets. A particularly bold one even darted up to nuzzle against his cheek, eliciting a surprised laugh from him.
Your own heart swelled at the sight, a warmth blossoming in your chest that had nothing to do with the Hexcore's magic. This was something pure, something wholly your own. A gift, not just for Viktor, but for yourself as well. A reminder that even in the darkest of times, there was still light to be found, still beauty to be nurtured.
Slowly, almost reverently, you reached out to brush your fingertips against the sparks. They trilled in response, their light intensifying for a moment before settling back into a soft, steady glow.
"They feel...familiar. Like a part of me I didn't know was missing,” you whispered, careful not to disturb. "And they like you.”
Viktor's gaze met yours, his eyes soft and filled with a tenderness that made your breath hitch. "And I like them," he replied. "Just as I adore everything about you, miláčku."
Your heart fluttered at his words, a swell of emotions rising within you like a cresting wave. Without thought, you leaned forward, capturing his lips in a kiss that poured every ounce of your love and devotion into the gentle press of your mouth against his. Viktor's arms came around you, pulling you closer as he returned the kiss with equal fervour. The sparks danced and swirled around you both, their light growing brighter, pulsing in time with the rapid beat of your heart.
As you lost yourself in the taste of him, the feel of his body against yours, a familiar warmth began to build beneath your skin. It started as a tingle, a pleasant hum that spread from your fingertips and through your limbs. Magic, pure and unbridled, flowed from you and into Viktor, drawn forth by the depth of your love and the strength of your connection.
The air around you shimmered, charged with energy as the sparks multiplied again, their joyful trills rising in a chorus of light and sound. They wove intricate patterns across Viktor's metal frame, each flare of brightness mirrored by a responding pulse from deep within his chest. Beneath your hands, you could feel the thrum of his heartbeat growing stronger, steadier, as if your very essence was pouring life back into his body.
Distantly, you registered the changes in Viktor - the way his skin grew warmer, his breaths deeper, more even. But as you poured more and more of yourself into him, a whisper began to echo at the edges of your consciousness. At first, it was barely noticeable, a faint chittering that you could easily brush aside. Yet as the moments ticked by and your magic continued to flow, the whisper grew louder, more insistent. It curled around the base of your skull, a sibilant hiss that had your throat closing up.
The Hexcore was waking.
Its power burned through you, an undercurrent of raw, untamed energy that sought to meld with your own. You could feel it, the seductive pull of its magic, the promise of limitless potential and the ability to shape the very fabric of reality to your will. It called to you, threatening to drown out everything else - the sparks, your own heartbeat, even the feel of Viktor's lips against your own.
You had promised you wouldn’t pull on the Hexcore, and you intended to keep that promise. You could do this. You had to do this, for him. Tentatively, you steeled yourself and reached out with your mind, searching for the pulsing, writhing mass of energy of the Hexcore. But instead of drawing on it, you focused on creating a barrier, a mental wall that would block its influence. The Hexcore responded eagerly to your presence, surging forward to meet you, its whispers growing louder, more insistent.
You flinched back, breaking the kiss, your hands tightening reflexively on Viktor's chest. The sparks that danced across his frame shuddered, their light flickering like candles caught in a sudden breeze. Viktor's brow furrowed, concern etched into the lines of his face.
"Are you alright? Perhaps we should stop."
You shook your head, jaw clenched with determination. "No, I can handle it. I just need to be careful."
Viktor looked unconvinced, but he nodded, trusting in your judgment even as worry swam in the depths of his eyes.
Taking another steadying breath, you closed your eyes and reached out for the Hexcore once more. This time, you approached it with caution, your mental shields raised. Slowly, oh so carefully, you allowed the trickle of energy that had seeped out to be absorbed into your own, siphoning off tiny rivulets of magic that you channelled into Viktor.
The sparks shuddered again, their light pulsing erratically as the foreign power suffused them. Some winked out entirely, while others flared brightly, their hue shifting from a delicate azure to an eerie violet. A low, subsonic thrum filled the air, a vibration that you could feel in your bones.
"Milá…" Viktor's voice strained, his hands coming up to grip your wrists with enough force that he should have been able to move them. But you didn’t budge. "That’s enough."
You barely heard him, your focus narrowed down to the flow of energy between yourself and the Hexcore. Its whispers grew louder, echoing inside your skull until they drowned out everything else - your shields crumbling under its malice. Promises of power, of control, of the ability to bend the very laws of nature to your will. All you had to do was let go, to surrender yourself to the rush of magic that burned through you.
Your breathing grew ragged, your heart pounding against your ribs as you teetered on the edge of surrender. It would be so easy, to just let yourself fall into that seductive embrace, to let the Hexcore fill you until there was no room for anything else. No more fear, no more pain, no more.
"Miláček!" Viktor's voice cut through the haze, sharp and commanding - the use of your name, the wrong one he’d given you in a flustered rush, was enough to get through the shroud the Hexcore had wrapped around you. His grip on your wrists tightened, the pressure grounding you, anchoring you back to reality. "Look at me.”
You forced your eyes open, blinking rapidly as you struggled to focus on Viktor's face. His amber eyes bore into yours, filled with a desperate intensity that cut through the fog of power that threatened to consume you. Achingly, you dragged your consciousness back from the brink, fighting against the Hexcore's call with every modicum of willpower you possessed.
"That's it," Viktor murmured, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles against your wrists. "Come back to me."
Shuddering, you leaned into his touch. The haze that had encroached on your mind began to recede, the eerie glow of the corrupted sparks fading as the soft blue light of your magic reasserted itself. The Hexcore's whispers grew fainter, its grip on your mind loosening as you focused on the feel of Viktor's skin against yours, the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath your palms.
"I'm sorry," you whispered, your voice hoarse and shaking. "I thought I could control it, I didn't mean to—"
"It’s alright," Viktor soothed, one hand coming up to cup your cheek. His touch was cool and calming, the softness of his flesh and blood fingers a welcome contrast to the feverish heat that pulsed beneath your skin. "You did nothing wrong."
You would argue that you had, in fact, done a few things wrong, but you didn’t have the energy to fight him.
The last vestiges of the Hexcore's influence faded away, leaving you feeling drained and empty, like a vessel that had been poured out and left hollow. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, born of equal parts relief and exhaustion.
As you sagged against Viktor, his arms encircled you, holding you close as you trembled uncontrollably in the aftermath of the Hexcore's intense power. His fingers carded through your hair, the gentle touch soothing the raw edges of your frayed nerves.
Drawing comfort from his hold on you, your gaze drifted up to his face. In the soft, blue-tinted glow of the sparks that floated around you, you froze, eyes wide as you scanned him.
The metal that had once ended at Viktor’s neck had begun to spread, creeping up toward his jaw like an insidious vine. In the light, it glinted and gleamed, entirely separate from the living flesh it encroached upon. Your hand shook slightly as you reached up to trace the path of metal, your fingertips skimming over the cool, unyielding surface until they came to rest on the edge of his jawline.
The sight of it filled you with a sinking dread. This was not the work of your magic, not the gentle, nurturing touch that you poured into him. No, this was something else, something darker and more sinister - The Hexcore. And yet, the metal had been what saved him in the first place. If it was what truly fortified Viktor’s body, where your magic could only provide small bouts of vitality, then should you even try to prevent it?
"Viktor," you whispered, your voice shaking. "The metal…it's spreading." Your fingers brushed across the new expanse of metal, pulling away sharply as a static shock jolted your fingertip. With surprising speed, Viktor caught your wrist, pulling your zapped finger up to his lips, and pressing a light kiss into the stinging skin. 
Casual touches weren’t anything new since you’d begun sharing a bed together, but they had certainly become more…intimate since that first kiss. And it still never failed to raise a blushing heat to your face. 
“Enough of that,” you protested, though made no move to remove yourself from him. 
“I’m simply ensuring that you’re free from harm,” he pressed another kiss to the pad of your finger and you let out a light giggle, the sparks mimicking your sound. Streaming up the back of your hand, the sparks gathered at your fingers, jumping across your knuckles like children on trampolines. 
He watched them, his head bent to the side like it would allow him to study them better, at that new angle. “They’re quite intriguing, are they not?” 
“And bothersome,” you added, flicking your fingers and sending the screeching sparks flying outward and away, a few landing on your face and scampering down your neck to hide in your clothes. 
Viktor released your wrist, letting it fall back to his chest. “There’s no need to be rude,” he chastised even as he grinned. 
You rolled your eyes. “They started it.”
“How very mature.” 
“I don’t even know what they are, they could be inanimate and nothing more than magical blobs that have a penchant for tickling.” High-pitched giggles erupted from beneath your torn shirt, a few sparks falling out of the holes in their mirth, diving into the folds of your cloak. 
“Whatever they might be, they’re quick to forgive and forget.” 
You hummed your agreement, watching as the lights slowly began to blink out, and where there was once a multitude of sparks, only a few remained, almost sleepy in their pulsing light. 
Viktor’s eyes darted to your neck, all mirth sliding from his features as his gaze darted to your hand, and over to the bare expanse of thigh that poked out of your cloak. Had his forehead not been pinched with worry, you would have blushed again under the intensity. 
“What’s wrong?” you asked, tilting your head in question. 
His fingers traced over the skin of your forearm, over the angry pink idents coursing with burning Shimmer - courtesy of the Hexcore fusing with your body. “Your runes have changed.” 
You blinked once, twice. “What?” 
Lifting your arm, he traced his finger along the squiggly mark, circles curling into other circles. “This one was a square with a swirling pattern inside it, and now it is…this.” 
You couldn’t remember, you hadn’t paid too much attention to their shapes, but you trusted Viktor’s memory where yours failed. “What does that mean? I didn’t feel anything.” 
“I don’t know, but I would gather it’s nothing good.” 
“One day I’d like for things to go right, no catches or exploding back in our faces.” You removed your arm from his hold, brushing back the strands of hair that obscured his face from view. 
“Wouldn’t that be nice,” he said, a wistfulness in the curve of his lips. 
You mustered a small smile, but it faltered before reaching your eyes. The worry remained, a constant undercurrent that could not be eased by gentle touches or dreamy words. Your gaze shifted back to the metal crawling up Viktor's jawline, caused by forces beyond your control. The Hexcore, the runes, the sparks - all pieces of a puzzle that seemed to grow more complex with each passing day.
"How do you feel?" you asked softly, your eyes searching his face for any sign of discomfort or strain. "Physically, I mean. After the magic, and the…the changes."
Viktor was quiet for a moment, his forehead pinched in contemplation. You could practically see the gears turning in his mind as he assessed his own condition, ever the scientist.
"I feel…stronger," he admitted, flexing his fingers as if marvelling at the sensation. "More energized, as if a weight has been lifted from my body. It is strange, but not unpleasant."
You nodded, relief and apprehensiveness swirling in your gut. On the one hand, it was heartening to know that your magic had indeed had a positive effect, and that you could still bring some measure of comfort and healing to the man you loved. But on the other hand, the knowledge that the Hexcore's influence was growing, both within Viktor and yourself, had you more than a little worried.
You wanted to believe that he would recover, that there would be no issues with the Hexcore. But even as you let hope unfurl in your chest, you couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.
And then, you heard it.
The Hexcore, its unnatural hiss caressing your inner ear. “You cannot run from me. You. Are. Mine.”
Next Chapter
A/N: Thank you to everyone who has read and commented, it all means the world to me <3
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ghost-askblog · 6 days ago
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soap mentioned something about this tumblr ask blog thing... not sure if he was just taking a piss but i decided to try it out. apparently a lot of people like me for whatever reason.
please just... keep it normal. i know how you thirsty fucks act.
i try and reply quickly to get you guys out of my hair, but unlike some of you i have a life outside of the internet.
Hey, this is the person behind the blog, Fran!
I made this blog simply for the fun of it since i recently got back into roleplaying and thought it would be fun to play the role of our dear Ghost!
Remember to keep the asks SFW since the inappropriate asks make me kinda uncomfortable (and i know how you guys act)
This blog may be cringe, but as long as i'm having fun thats all that matters. Feel free to drop by!
If i don't get to your ask please don't take it to heart! i get a lot of these at a time and i'm doing my best to get to everyone i can to keep the flow moving. the flow of replies may vary based on how motivated im feeling that day, so i promise i'm not dead if i go a few days or weeks without updates.
(also its completely okay if you make blogs inspired by mine! we don't gatekeep here but all i ask is that you credit me if you can. happy rping!)
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majorproblems77 · 10 months ago
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Linked maze updated which means I'm back! :D
Hello Linked Maze fans! :D
Linked Maze returns with scent pt10, which means I am back to ramble about the small details in the comic because I enjoy it!
If you dont know what Linked Maze is, It's a links meet comic. About the links in a maze.... Self-explanatory really, but trust me it's amazing and I love it. It's great! But also for more mature audiences, so do take care and heed the creator's warnings before going in!
Importantly - Linked Maze and all the art belongs to @linked-maze and its artist @frulleboi, this chapter also had a guest artist, so the second page's art is done by @marenwithanm. And thanks again for the permission to do this! I really enjoy making them!
With that out of the way, My timer is set, grab some snacks and a drink of your choice! And lets get started! :D
We begin with the small bean
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He looks so happy, okay, I love him
Aww four, just wanted his sword back. Also here to straight up appreciate the detail with the little ticktacktoe on the scabbard of his sword i love him dearly.
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Wolfie looks both Done and worried at the same time.
Also, them discovering Sky's sailcloth! I'm so excited about this okay I want these two groups to find each other so bad.
Also, I was interested cause I dont think we've seen the sailcloth in the story yet. So it's fascinating that it's here. I blame Angel, she has shenanigans that I think work for this. Like imagine when we see Sky and he's like the fuck why do you have my sailcloth I've not seen it since I got here, type thing.
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Wind taking charge as he should be.
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There's a bunch to unpack here, so just give me a moment.
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That's not Sky's sword.
That's Twilight's sword.
The wrappings on the blade and the markings we see on it later match Twilight's sword. (From the character reference sheets.)
Do you have any idea how excited I was when I saw this? Then saw Wolfie's face like
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Why the fuck is that there?
I think this tells us two things.
Twilight/wolfie is now able to be armed. So he's got the capability to fight without the wolf form now. So he might transform soon!
Angel/ djævel are using the hero items to bring the groups together for some reason.
But now im considering the implications of having these specific items here. Like, Thats an item from a character from some of the major groups that we know off right now.
Twilight's sword(Twilight, wind) / Sky's sailcloth (Sky,wild,Time) / Four's sword (four, warrior)
Was the idea for them to find it, or for just one of the groups to find it so that they could find the others.
Something to think about.
Moving on!
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Me too four... me too
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Yes it does. He's sat about five feet from you
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Look at his guilty face, he know's but he can't say and he's sad about it.
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Warrior looks worried, you think he's thinking of war stuff right now?
A sword planted into the ground with an important item beside it... a sword who they dont know its owner. Its owner who to them could be dead?
Twilight is the only one who know's his sword after all.
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Good call Mr. Captain Warrior sir!
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Again with the sad wolfie ears, they give me life okay I love him.
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Good on Wind for being the one to lead the charge, we need a good vibe like Wind to get us through the shenanigans that I'm sure are going to ensue.
Again Twilight is looking towards his sword. When you think he would be looking towards Wind at this point. But his eyes appear to be looking towards the markings on the sword.
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I love his shocked face. He's like
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I can't track myself...
Totally not me going to be using this reaction when someone asks me to do something.
Wolfie is the real MVP of this chapter let me tell you right now.
I love this lot they are wonderful
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Yes, you look to your sword and think about what you've done.
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Sniff sniff out the cinnamon roll wolfie, find him!
Oh man, this update was fun, I got so unbelievably excited about the sword like it's great to basically have a confirmation about something that's been rotating around in my brain since we saw it before.
Thanks again for listening to me ramble my way through another comic update! :D
And thank you again @linked-maze for letting me do this, i will be continuing them (as long as you let me:) ) cause this was so much fun!
Thats me done for this update tho, so I'll be headed out!
Have a great night! :D
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angel-taser · 6 months ago
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Silly Satoru Gojo Headcanons!
Hello beautiful jjk people! This is some completely unserious funny hcs I think would fit our favorite blue eyed man! Gege did our man SO wrong🥲
Some are romance related others are not but I have been brainstorming for hours thinking abt it soooo enjoy~!! <3
Content warnings: fluff, mention of underwear, possibly ooc(?), he’s just a silly traumatized man.
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Bro is the biggest snorer EVER. He is literally so loud you almost need earmuffs if you sleep next to this man
On the same note, he is clingy as hell in his sleep (and when hes awake lets be real) but he will turn infinity off so he can hug and hold you all night. He almost cant sleep if hes not holding you
He sleeps in his undies🤭 no shirt nothin
He plays Angry Birds when he’s bored, and probably has Cut the Rope or Temple Run on his phone as well. He is the “got games on your phone?” kid. (He’s asked Nanami if he does when his phone was dead)
Has a gazillion pictures of his first years on his phone, his love language is taking pictures.
Staring competition champ. Need I say anymore? Lookin like 🧿👄🧿
Sings in the shower and poses in the mirror for at least 15 minutes before he changes. If you catch him he will ask you to take pics of him for “physique updates”.
He most definitely has a few stuffed animals on his bed, he doesn’t show it off much but his favorite is one Megumi got him when he was a kid (its a penguin)
His favorite food is someone’s momma’s cookin. Something about a homemade meal makes his day, he tries to support smaller restaurants because its a higher chance a mom poured her life and soul into the recipes
Cant cook for shit though. Has almost burnt down a kitchen. Three times. Maybe four
Dramatic. Pouty. And clingy when he’s hangry. Megumi has been a victim to this on multiple occasions.
“So much for being the strongest” “MEGUMI I JUST WANT FOOD PLEASE😭”
Love his students to death, doesn’t quite know how to show it so he resorts to teasing and buying them food.
Avid figurine collector. Of what? Idk but he has them somewhere!
If youre dating him and someone flirts with him he just screams IM MARRIED at them. Works every time, but it does boost his ego. However he is still loyal to his partner so he doesnt let it boost him tooooo much.
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That is all of them for now! Hope you enjoyed them as much as I enjoyed making them! Lmk if you have anymore abt him bc brother has me in a chokehold as he does you guys <3
Bye pookies! 💕
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burntblueberrywaffles · 8 months ago
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The Snowbaird fanfic rec list!
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Before we start, some notes:
As we all know Snowbaird is fucked up and toxic 😌😌 but there are;;; levels to it so for easy navigation I have color coded this fic rec! Blue is for fics that are less toxic (now that doesn’t necessarily mean there’s NO toxicity but it definitely stands on the sweeter side of the Snowbaird spectrum) whereas red stand for "god these fucked up bitches 😍😍" (though for me a big no no is loveless Snowbaird, so even the more toxic fics in this list they do love each other!) - Ive also added an orange category for the mid level fics/ones where I couldn’t quite decide where they would rank- still, do keep in mind that those rankings are based on my personal judgement (plus I’m going off memory for some of the fics) so they may not be fully accurate.
Im also adding a "heavy smut" mention to some of these fic - that means the smut takes center stage in the fic and is pretty much unavoidable to properly read the story, a lot of the other fics on this list will still contain smut, but to a lesser extent/in a way where it’s not an integral part of the plot - remember to read the tags and curate your reading experience!
Sadly several of these are incomplete - I have added a mention of when the last update was posted as of today (april 22, 2024)!
Anyways, now that all of that is out of the way, here are the recs!
Capitol AUs
Helpless, Tender, Open by perfectlystill
When his heartbeat stutters beneath her touch, when his mouth falls open, breathing heavy, Lucy Gray pops open her clutch. She’s the one pouring antidote down his throat.
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if i'm dead to you, why are you at the wake? by eecwritess
It had been fifteen years since Lucy Gray Baird had escaped Coriolanus Snow at the cabin in District Twelve. But now, she had been captured. Brought back to the Capitol after all these years to be punished as a Rebel. But President Snow...well, he has offered to save her. Under one condition.
Heavy smut - complete
Songbirds, Snakes, and Wedding Rings by celestscrystal
“Even she can’t charm your way out of that predicament.” Dr. Gaul taunted. He was losing her. He could already see the disinterest in her eyes. Highbottom had been long gone, his plans at sabotage were shattered, now he was just waiting to leave. Coriolanus had to make this work. His Lucy Gray must be kept alive. He had one final idea to convince them. It was his most dangerous idea yet. “I could marry her.” In which Coriolanus was never sent to district 12 and instead got away with a slap on the wrist. However, Lucy Gray would not be granted the same fate. In order to save her, Coriolanus marries her. Clashes ensue in a tale of enemies, passion, and lovers. Updates every Saturday/Sunday!
Incomplete but is getting weekly updates! I really love this one :D
Burn by vvitchimage
Life in the wilderness is harsher than Lucy Gray Baird had imagined. Sick and almost dead, she's forced to return home to the only person capable of taking care of her.
vvitchimage is definitely one of my favourite Snowbaird authors so you will see more of her works down this list; the way she writes the toxicity is just chefs kiss 🤌 Heavy smut - complete
Safe and close at hand by framboise
In which Coriolanus Snow is handsomely rewarded for his tribute winning the Games and in turn handsomely rewards his prize, Lucy Gray, herself. He's gone solemn now in the afterglow, serious. He cares for his own, Snow, she sees that with his family, and now she is one of them. Not his family, but something he owns. His prize, his ward, his girl. Is she to be his mistress then? she thinks hazily as she slips towards sleep. Is that the future for her? To escape from the viper's den into the viper's mansion? She shivers and he drags her closer, one large hand tucked around her hip. Well, she can't escape now even if she wants to, she thinks, sinking into the softness of the plush mattress, burrowing back into the heat and warmth of her jailor.
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the girl and the prize by merkstave
In Lucy Gray’s defense, it was never supposed to go down like this anyway. She was just supposed to seduce him, to weasel herself into the snake pit that was Coriolanus’ bed so that he’d keep her around long enough for her to formulate an escape plan. She’d meet with Highbottom and he’d help her like he said he would after she was crowned victor and she’d be back to being a faceless girl amongst the cover of the districts. She just had to say the word and the dean of Heavensbee Academy would make her disappear. She’d be back to singing in bars in no time, back to her old life on the run. That had been nine months ago. And here she was, in her warden’s bed, naked and with his cum stuck to her inner thighs. +++ Lucy Gray is given to Coriolanus as his ward after the games. It's supposed to be a temporary arrangement, nothing more than means to an end. However, nothing is ever easy, especially at the hands of a Snow.
Sadly incomplete but the 4 chapters we did get are SO!!! Truly the delicious kind of toxicity 🤌🤌 (last updated: Jan 15, 2024)
All Of That Ultraviolence by ggs_29
He was well dressed in a suit that fit, hair combed back, still just as handsome as before, if not more so. A full pantry suited him well, helping him to fill out the spaces that were too thin on his figure, and building up the hard earned muscles of his peacekeeping stint. Today, he sits behind his desk in a fine dress shirt, a button undone on top, and his cuffs rolled up his muscular arms. Lucy remembers Barb Azure’s old tales, about a pagan creature from a time before Panem, a fallen angel; the most beautiful of them all, but so easy to succumb to the temptation of power and glory; “ You can leave us now, Heavensbee.” Coriolanus says, holding his gaze on her, and his eyes are dark, predatory. Fuck. “Of course Mr. President; Madame Snow.” Hilarius shoots her a look filled to the brim with trepidation, and suddenly, she is back there again, paralyzed with fear. A girl of six and ten whose name had just been reaped. They’d been found out.
heavy smut - complete
Peacekeeper Coryo AUs
This Little Life of Ours by voiceinthecrowd
"I'll sing for you soon," she promises, hand threading through blonde curls. “I’ll write you into all my songs." “Maybe even write a Ballad of Coriolanus Snow”, she whispers, gasping as her boy manages to pull her even closer. It isn't the immortality he's been looking for. It certainly isn't the marble presidential busts he tells her about when they both can't sleep; how their stony eyes would bore into the souls of passing Capitol children; a young, hungry boy in Academy rouge. But presidents die and statues crumble. Coryo might not know it yet, but it’s stories and songs that persist. His ancient heroes and her whispered poems. They’re all stories, and Lucy Gray is determined to give Coryo the greatest story of them all. He’ll understand, one day. She’ll make it up to him, the dreams he’s left behind for her. He hasn't lost everything in Twelve. Lucy Gray will prove it. In which Lucy Gray stays for Coriolanus, and Coriolanus stays for Lucy Gray.
foaming at the mouth over this fic. complete
i wouldn’t mind the hanging, but the laying in the grave so long by rainfrog
He’s a Peacekeeper since the beginning. And she’s still that Covey girl who falls in love.
SO GOOD; this fic is 2,4k words long and NOT ONE OF THEM IS WASTED truly so many excellent lines in there 💯💯 - complete
Deal with the Devil by vvitchimage
Lucy Gray had lived in the cabin for months after her falling out with Coriolanus Snow. When spring comes, he returns to take over Hoff's place in the Peacekeepers. The day she's found, Lucy Gray has to strike a deal with the devil.
Heavy smut - incomplete but is still being updated! (last update april 18, 2024)
persimmons and soup beans by kayladevitoo
Coriolanus Snow moved up in the Peacekeeper ranks in District 12, becoming an officer. He shares breakfast with Lucy Gray after a night shift — soup beans and a persimmon.
short and sweet - complete
Chaos and control by Anonymous
Her name was Lucy Gray Baird, and she and her group were called the Covey. Technically, they weren't from the Districts; as it turned out, they were a group of traveling musicians who got stuck in the Twelfth when inter-District travel was banned. This somehow reassured him – that she wasn't from the Districts, that he hadn't gone crazy falling for a girl from the Districts – she wasn't one of those responsible for the war. So he no longer felt guilty about his dreams, sometimes strange, sometimes blatantly indecent, in which she was always the main character. 18 years old Coriolanus Snow, an orphan, who lost his mother, his father and grandmother during the war now is a Cadet Peacekeeper in the District 12, preparing to become an officer. Here he meets the most beautiful girl in the world
This fic is not as Snowbaird centric as the rest of this list, but god is it fantastic. This Anonymous author is simply incredible 💯 - complete
Modern AUs
Free Ride by betts
“Does Lucy Gray like you back?” Tigris asked. Coriolanus hadn’t actually considered that. He’d just assumed she didn’t and never would. He’d grown up with anything he could ever want given to him instantly, but now everything he wanted was impossibly far out of reach. Lucy Gray was no exception. Or: Coriolanus is a full-time university student, restaurant server, administrative assistant, and on the weekends he cleans and presses gowns. Occasionally he sleeps. So he really doesn't have time to be giving the weird bartender a ride home every night. And he definitely doesn't have time to become obsessed with her.
having really enjoyed Betts' Anidala fic Lemon, I knew we were in for a treat when i recognized her in the Snowbaird tag AND I WAS RIGHT, such an amazing take on modern!coryo - complete
I'm yours to keep and I'm yours to lose by fkevin073
Their lips slide together, then their tongues curl and she moans, a light, heady thing, come alight with the realization that she is finally, finally home. It’s tender at first, but at the sound of her moan Coriolanus grabs her chin in between his fingers and plunders her mouth harshly. As if this is a punishment. You left me, every kiss he gives her, takes from her, breathes. You left me. And Lucy Gray— Well. For her this isn’t a punishment at all. Or: Lucy Gray and Coriolanus can't seem to let each other go.
THIS IS SO!!!!! see this is the kind of ploltline I might not love in other circumstances, but THE WRITING IS SO INCREDIBLE that it just hits - complete
when the sun goes down by astradeluna
small-town girl lucy gray baird moves from district twelve to the capitol to attend the university to study music. this is her first time leaving home and although the prospect of starting over is terrifying, she’s still excited to make the most out of the opportunity. that being said, after a shitty breakup with her shitty ex, the last thing she wants is to meet someone, but then she crosses paths with coriolanus snow, an arrogant but ambitious government major, who seems to get under her skin with ease and he brings out a part of herself that she never knew existed
incomplete and the story hadn’t gotten to much development in the relationship yet but GOD I still need to put this here bc THE WAY the dynamics were so perfectly transcribed to this modern setting were just chefs kiss. Forever hoping this fic will return from war and get an update 🙏🙏 (last updated: Dec 20, 2023)
Other
Your Selfish Ways by thpsyche
Ten years since her disappearance from District 12 Lucy Gray decides it’s time to return, finding a shelter and a silent life. All would be well if it weren’t for the mysterious encounters of a man cloaked in darkness. A deal is struck, twice a month she would give up to him in return for his silence of her existence. Only one condition: she’s to not ask or look at him. - For the snowbaird week 2024| Day 2 – Myth.
GOD THIS FUCKING FIC - IM FUCKING OBSESSED WITH IT;;; EROS AND PSYCHE INSPIRED AU MY BELOVED - I have reread many times;;; if you see a thumbs up crying cat pfp going insane in the comments that would be me;;;; I am not normal about this 🙈 - complete
doomsday is close at hand by fkevin073
But on the first train of her nineteenth year, as the snows settle on the ground and ice curls in their lungs, something new comes with the train to arrive in District 12. A man by the name of Coriolanus Snow. (But Lucy Gray doesn’t find that out until later, of course) - Or: Coriolanus Snow arrives in District 12, and finds his very own songbird, ready to break free.
incomplete but according to @fkevin073 's tumblr it is not abandoned and she has just been busy;;; truly such a good fic I love it sm (last updated feb 14, 2024)
When I'm Pure Like a Dove, When I've Learned How to Love by Realmermaid333
Lucy Gray and Coriolanus bask in sunlight by the edge of the lake, enjoying each other's presence and calming each other's fears.
Short and sweet - the kind of softness we need more of for Snowbaird 🥺🥺🥺 - Complete
Saving Each Other by flipflop_diva
Lucy Gray had already accepted that she was going to die here in the arena, that sometime in the next few days she would meet her end. But then something else happened — and now there were two of them to carry on the fight. (An AU in which Coriolanus goes to save Sejanus and doesn't escape the arena.)
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Silent songbird by KitKatKatherine
Coriolanus Snow thought he knew everything that had happened to him these last few months. Lucy left him, he got into the academy, and Gaul was overseeing his studies. It’s not until he wakes up in the hospital and experiences a rather concerning conversation that he questions everything he once thought to be solid, reason logic. Vowing to never once again help Gaul, and capital be damned, he turns his charms on his own people, and becomes their worst nightmare.
Now, this fic does get quite dark; the author gives trigger warning on specific chapters but if you would like to be warned before getting any investment in the fic, feel free to dm me for details ❤️ - that said, it’s a great fic, I thought the take on disability was lovely and the way it portrayed Coriolanus realizing how rotten the system is and redeeming himself was great; incomplete but worth a read (last updated: Jan 13, 2024)
This is Not a Love Song by FrostedGemstones22
Lucy Gray and Coriolanus never go to the cabin, so they never find the guns. They decide to travel together, but Lucy Gray isn't so easily fooled. Truth is; he needs her, and she needs him. Common ground has to be found somewhere. Speculation about if they traveled up to find District 13.
THIS FIC IS SO EXCELLENT and definetely the best take I have seen on a district 13 AU - incomplete but absolutely worth reading (last updated: Jan 22, 2024)
in the woods somewhere by OfPearlsAndSunsets
Sejanus. She must have figured out that Sejanus was the third person Coriolanus had killed. She wouldn’t have known the particulars, but surely she could have pieced it all together. Still, to think he’d kill her? After everything they’d been through? He looked down at the loaded gun in his hands. Maybe he should have left it in the shed. It's as if he was hunting her. He thought about the knife and how it paled in comparison to the weapon he was carrying. What are you doing, Coriolanus? Something inside of him asks, and then demands. Put it down. He does.
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Monster by Lululemonee
Coriolanus Snow if given both a gift and a curse when he meets his tribute for the 10th Hunger Games. She changed his life in ways which he never could have imagined. She's a dream and a nightmare rolled into one. And she is keeping him with her for the ride. I am very bad at summaries. This was inspired but the music video for "Scars" by Hazey Eyes which stars Tom Blyth and is sooooo good.
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Deep in the Meadow by vvitchimage
Lucy Gray's reunion with Coriolanus in the meadow ends with him protecting her from her jilted ex.
Heavy smut - complete
BONUS:
Two different tribute!Coryo AUs! Are they Snowbaird centered? Not at all, there’s only a few crumbs if you squint BUT they slap SO HARD I truly recommend! (both are complete)
for cassius, no one wept by marianara_sauce
"Why don't we start from the beginning?" "Where else would we start?" She grins at him, rouge cheeks almost glowing. "Stories can start in all kinds of places. They can go in any kind of order, too. Just like songs." He watches her carefully, this relentlessly bright girl no longer in her rainbow dress. His eyes glance down to the form, blank spaces taking over most of the page. Name. District. Age. Family. It's not necessarily chronological. But her dark eyes don't look away from him, even as her grin softens. "Alright," he says. He steeples his hands together, and the chains rattle. "I'm Coriolanus Snow. District 12." (Or, the world in which Snow is a tribute instead of a mentor.)
Hail Panem by Anonymous
"Hail Panem! Those marching to their death salute you!" AU where Coriolanus Snow is a tribute from District Twelve who takes part in the Hunger Games
And that is all! There are a lot of other lovely Snowbaird fics of course but I tried focusing on my absolute favourites ❤️
Do let me know if you liked the list and if you’re a fan of any of these fic feel free to come scream about it with me!
+ Once again noting that my DMs are wide open to anyone wanting to join the Snowbaird discord! It is genuinely an online space I love and I’m always happy to meet more shippers 🫶🫶
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。⋆ʚ♡ like father, like son
›› chapter 5 ›› nsfw 18+ ongoing multi-chapter fic!
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›› toji fushiguro x reader ›› megumi fushiguro x reader ›› toji x reader x megumi (mfm) ›› 18+ f!reader ›› started: 12/6/23 : updated: 1/29/24 : status: ongoing
‹𝟹 summary: You and Megumi are best friends. You've known eachother for almost your whole life. His home has become your second home. As time passes and life happens, Megumi slowly develops feelings for you, even though he's unaware of it. To complicate things further, you're now living with him and his father, who has also taken a liking to you.
‹𝟹 fandom: jjk, jujutsu kaisen
‹𝟹 genres / warnings: au - no powers, college au, power imbalance, pseudo-incest (they both want y/n, nothing w/ eachother), dubious consent
‹𝟹 tags: good cop bad cop, fluff, smut, angst, toji has a big dick, dilf toji, toji is his own warning, toji tries to be a good parent, toji is an asshole, toji is trying okay?, daddy dom toji, daddy kink, porn with feelings, porn with plot, friends to lovers, spit / spitting, spit kink, spit as lube, breeding, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, double vaginal pen, double pen, anal, making out, making love, love triangles, praise kink, degradation, light masochism, light sadism, emotional sex, cuckolding, jealousy, jealousy kink, smoking, smoking kink, emotional manipulation, manipulation, polyamory?, father and son share you, protective megumi fushiguro, megumi needs a hug, megumi has a big dick, AGED UP CHARACTERS, dead dove: do not eat, finger sucking, large cock, cum swallowing, blow jobs, first time blow jobs, under desk blow jobs, fingerfucking, face sitting, face riding, 69, mutual masturbation, threesome mfm, lots of smut, loss of virginity
‹𝟹 notes: hi, sorry this took so long to update! i've had a lot going on lately, but i finally felt good enough to finish this chap! i tried to go for soft megumi but then eventually i couldn't help myself. sowwy x_x (im not sorry :3!) don't try so hard to imagine the positions, just go with it PLSSSS T_T LOL. for tumblr: i'm gonna start adding a section for tags. if y'all wanna be tagged in future updates on this fic or any of my stuff lmk!
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!! - again, PLEASE READ TAGS BEFORE CONTINUING - !!
! - ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+ - !
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Chapter 5: Pink Carnations
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“It’s already almost 5 in the afternoon… and there’s a storm forecasted? Why are they not home yet?” Megumi questioned as he anxiously paced back and forth in the living room. He was worried, not really about the guy who he’s supposed to call ‘father’, but about you. He would never admit it, but he counts the hours, minutes, seconds, moments even when you’re not together. He misses you but feels like he’s not allowed to miss your presence.
Yet… he does. He always does. And that’s why when he sees you come bursting through the front door, clothes soaked but laughing, he’s confused. He knows you hate getting your clothes wet, much less completely soaked through. So why are you in such a good mood? He doesn’t mind, and loves hearing your sweet laugh, but he’s confused, nonetheless. That is, until he sees Toji’s massive frame follow right behind you.
Megumi’s cheeks flare with jealousy, his face flush a crimson red. He stares right at you, loudly asking where you’ve been. He isn’t trying to be mean, but he is mad. “What took you so long in a storm like this? You know it’s dangerous to drive with streets flooded so badly like this.” He finishes, looking straight at Toji, staring daggers into him for even thinking of putting you in a dangerous situation.
“I’m a good driver. You don’t need to worry. And we took a while because we were busy.” Toji smirks slightly at the end of his sentence, moving across the foyer and setting his keys on the table.
You don’t want to feel the uncomfortable sensation of soaked clothes for any longer, so you silently slip out of the room and make your way towards the bathroom.
Toji being Toji, he’s watching every part of you until your silhouette disappears into the dimly lit hallway. He’s watching you like a predator stalks his prey. Megumi’s brows furrow as he feels anger and jealousy boiling beneath his skin. He starts walking up to his father, confronting him, “Why are you looking at her like that, and why are you spending so much time with her in general, you old bastard?” Megumi is practically in Toji’s face, eyes fierce and cheeks flared with anger.
Toji only smirks as he’s leaned against the wall, looking down at Megumi. “I mean, why wouldn’t I? She’s fucking hot, and so obedient. I would be a fool to not want her for myself.” His response almost sends Megumi into a blind rage. Megumi understands Toji most likely takes what he wants from you, sometimes aggressively, and he wants to protect you from that.
“You’re disgusting.” Megumi retorts, words laced with venom. “You make me sick.”
“You can’t deny it though. I’m right. And you know I’m right.” Toji responds before pushing off the wall and away from Megumi towards his own bathroom. Megumi rolls his eyes as Toji walks away, but somewhere deep down inside him- that he’s blind to and wouldn’t even admit to- agrees with Toji. And that’s what pisses him off the most. He feels as if he’s been thrown into a competition to “win” you, one that he is already losing at. Megumi is disgusted with himself at the idea of you being described in terms of a prize, but he also can’t resolve the fact that he wants you. It’s wrong and unfair how someone like Toji could get to you first; Toji doesn’t know you like I do. He doesn’t value you like I do. And thus, Megumi resolves to make you happy in a way no one else can.
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A few days pass, and nothing really happens between anyone except sneaking glances and private thoughts.
Eventually, Megumi can’t take it anymore. He chooses a night where Toji is out working overnight “hustling’ or whatever the fuck he called it. He ordered your favorite food and went to pick it up, hoping you’d spend some time with him. Even a little bit. On the way home, he picked up a small bouquet of pink carnations- flowers that mean missing someone.
You get back home from your afternoon class shortly before Megumi pulls up in the driveway. You are just barely sitting on the couch before Megumi opens the door and enters, the sight of flowers and bags of food warming your heart. He makes his way towards the table, setting down the food, flowers still in hand, as you hastily get up and hug him.
“It smells amazing, Megs.” You say, holding him tightly. He thinks you’re talking about the food, but you’re most certainly talking about the intoxicating scent of him and his cologne. He smelled like what rainwater personified would smell like, comforting and refreshing.
“It’s gonna get cold, ___. And these are for you.” He finishes as he sheepishly hands you the flowers. You sit at the table, placing the flowers aside as Megumi looks for plates and silverware for you both.
“Thank you, Gumi.” You gently say as you’re taking containers out of bags and unpacking them. “It smells so good!! I can’t believe you remembered what kind of pasta I like.”
Megumi returns to the table, placing silverware and plates down. “You’re welcome. Of course I’d remember. How could I forget?” He’s sure he could see a faint blush creep on your cheeks, but you’re ultimately distracted by your craving for noodles. He chuckles at how you’re practically inhaling the food.
You both talk for a while about how classes have been, what stuff you’ve been watching, just mundane stuff that still shows how deeply interested he is. You know he remembers every detail, no matter how boring it may seem. He never forgets.
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After finishing the wonderful food and cleaning up together, you’re both relaxing on the couch looking for something to watch together. Usually, you gravitate toward thriller or horror movies, but Megumi picks out some almost cringey – but still cute – romance anime about two people who meet at a convention for a game and fall for each other. It’s not your first choice, but it’s still cute.
Your legs are resting on Megumi’s lap, not moving as you both watch. Megumi is slow, almost cautious when he places a hand on your leg, just rubbing you. He wants to make sure any touch in general is fine as he takes his time, slowly moving up your legs and eventually reaching your thighs. You’re acutely aware of his agonizingly slow touch, but the wait almost makes it better. He’s not even watching whatever he put on, and you’re too caught in the sensations of his soft hands rubbing your inner thighs to even begin to pay attention to the show.
Megumi’s hands continue its ascent up your inner thighs, going painfully slow. He’s looking for any and all reactions he can get out of you, and the way your breath hitches as he gets closer – it drives him insane. The way you try to hide your blush across your cheeks with your arms, trying to look at anything else to save you some embarrassment…. He loves it.
His hand moves to the waistband of your shorts, tugging at them to show he wants to take them off. He hooks his fingers around the waistband and gently pulls them completely off before tossing them to the floor. Megumi’s eyes instantly lock on to your panties. “Fuck, ___... do you always get that wet?” He’s teasing you but also shocked, the underwear was soaked from just a little teasing. You must have really wanted him.
His fingers play with you, rubbing the outside of your underwear as he draws sweet moans from your mouth. He absolutely loves the taking his time, hearing every soft moan you squeak out every time he moves his finger.  He pulls your panties to the side, not even bothering to take them off as his long, slender finger slips past your folds. Just as quickly as it appeared, he pulled his finger back to his mouth, tasting a bit of your slick. “You taste so good, baby. Oh my god.” He purrs as he brings another finger back to your cunt, this time pushing into you.
“Fuck, Gumi…”
He fucks you with a single finger as he expertly rearranges you on the couch, one leg hanging off with him in between. He slips another finger inside your tight hole as he brings his mouth to your cunt, flicking his tongue around your clit. The whimpers and pants you make only serve to make Megumi feel like a man starved. Eventually he slips his fingers out, much to your annoyance, and replaces it with his tongue. He’s eating you like a man having his last meal. He wastes no time in tasting every part he can reaching, fucking your cunt with his tongue. His hand creeps back up to your clit, thumb gently circling it as he continues eating you out.
He comes back up for air and inserts his fingers again, fucking you in a rhythm matching his thumb on your clit. You can feel yourself approaching that edge, the knot in your stomach tightening as Megumi stretches your cunt with just his fingers. He adds another finger, stuffing you full of his fingers as his thumb continues its assault on your clit. “You’re such a good girl for me, huh? Did you miss me, baby?”
Your eyes widen as he praises you, feeling yourself reach your limit and cum over his fingers. You make quite the mess over his arms and the couch. “I guess that’s a yes, isn’t it princess?”
He pulls his fingers out of you and reaches for the waistband of his sweatpants, pulling them down. There’s a noticeable small wet spot on his boxers, he was definitely hard and leaking at just teasing you. As much as he loves your mouth, he absolutely wants your already fucked out hole.
He picks you up and turns you over so you’re on your knees, hands on the back of the couch. Megumi aligns himself behind you, gently pushing his throbbing cock into your soaked hole. Your panties are still pushed to the side, creating a lewd sight Megumi hadn’t even anticipated as he watched your cunt swallow his cock.
Your upper body was pushed against the side of the couch, with your knees spread apart and ass in the air. Megumi bottomed out his cock inside your tight hole, pushing against you fully. “You’re such a good girl. Holy fuck.” Megumi wasted no time in picking up speed, developing a comfortable pace. You moan in tandem with his thrusts, turning him on even more. He wants to be gentle with you, but you were taking his dick like a bitch in heat, and he couldn’t be more thrilled about it.
He spanks your ass as he slams his thick cock into you, and you tighten around him in response. He doesn’t realize it now, but soon will understand how masochistic you really are. He slaps your ass, creating red marks all over it to mark his presence. “You’re a dirty girl, aren’t you? You like being fucked like a whore?” He asks as he thrusts into you, hitting your g-spot. “Answer me, princess. Are you a disgusting whore?”
He gives you almost no time to respond as his hand snakes up your back, reaching your head and grabbing fistfuls of hair to pull you back with. “Yes sir, I am” You barely manage to squeak out as you feel yourself being fucked silly, close to cumming again.
“You’re what? Answer me clearly, darling.” He coos as he tugs at your hair, pulling you back against him.
“I’m a dirty whore-ah” You yelp out as he pulls on your hair. You can feel the warmth of his body on your back, as you feel another hand make its way around your neck.
“Good girl.” Megumi purrs out. He is picking up the pace now, as his grip around your neck gently tightens. He’s thrusting into you with ferocity he didn’t know existed, abusing your tight cunt.
You feel yourself getting dizzy while Megumi keeps drilling into your cunt. He releases his grip on your throat, allowing you to gasp for air as he pushes you down against the couch. His hands grip you at your waist, giving him a better holding on you to fuck you harder. He groans as he feels himself getting close.
His cock slams into your g-spot again, as he nears his edge. “I’m close, baby. Be a good girl and come with me, yeah?” You can feel his cock starting to twitch inside your cunt as he continues his relentless assault on your sensitive spot, feeling that knot snap in your belly as you tighten around his cock. The moment you cum, it sends Megumi over the edge, and you feel his warm cum filling your womb. He slips his cock out as he pulls your panties back over your cunt. “Keep this on for a while, sweetheart.” He says as you start to roll over. He leans down and kisses your forehead, while caressing your cheek.
“That was amazing, ____. You were amazing.” He praises as he sits on the couch, pulling you into an embrace as you sit on his lap. Your head rests in the crook of his neck and you can smell that familiar, fresh scent. It smells like home.
“Thank you, Gumi.”
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‹𝟹 notes: i don't think there are going to be many more chaps for this fic soon. maybe 2 more at most idk. i dont rly know what i wanna do going forward, so i gotta keep it cookin in my brain for a lil more i guess lol. if y'all have suggestions i am ALWAYYYYYYS open for them! getting comments on my fic literally gives me so much serotonin u dont even understand lol
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