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ggukkiereads · 4 years ago

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Hello!! Just a few days ago I stumble upon your blog and I'm wondering if you have some recommendations for Hybrid AUs, much appreciated if it is an OT7 and completed, but if so I will still be so thankful. (I just need some cure from the stress that modules brings) Thank You in Advance (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤

🌷 Hello! welcome to my mini fic-reading land. I’ve actually received asks for Hybrid AUs (I pinned the requests in the navi) but I just have a very messy draft.

But to help you with your stress, I think I can share a few of my ongoing reads (sorry they won’t be complete but they’re OT7). But, I added completed ones I could remember too (●'◡'●)

*note: will edit this later and organize this per member - maybe add other fics I’ll remember*

Fic Recs | BTS Hybrid AUs

→ A Place Called Home @agustdakasuga - OT7 x Reader

series [27/27] | 88k | Hybrid AU, Poly AU, Soulmate AU, Romance Humor | Fluff

Having saved your own injured hybrid, you were determined to try and help any other hybrid that crossed your path who needed saving. But being a vet in a small hospital wasn’t enough for you. You wanted to do more, you wanted to make a difference. You wanted to give them a home.

→ If I Can Never Give You Peace @candlewaxandp0lar0ids - Jungkook x Reader

series [3/?] | 17.6k+ | Mafia AU, Enemies to Lovers | A (so far)

It starts like quite a few stories do, in your world. Girl meets boy, who happens to be a hybrid, girl buys him at an auction where hybrids are sold, boy falls in love with her, girl gets bored of him. Then it’s not so typical anymore, when the boy ends up forced into illegal fighting rings, until he makes a wrong move and her father decides he needs to be killed.

Where does that leave you? Well, you’re the one who handled Jungkook’s fight and generally organized his life, and, when the girl’s father, your boss and mafia leader, tells you he wants him ‘put down’, you’re the one who has to get it done. Except, instead, you let him escape, and everything turns out fine.

🌷ggukkienote: I am so hooked on this (because I am a sucker for Mafia AUs too). This is such a great story and the OC is really different from the usual OCs. Very interesting.

→ Eunoia @wishesunderthestars - OT7 x Reader

series [15/?] | 100k+ (I just assumed this, masterpost doesn’t have wc but it’s 6k per chapter or more?) | Director!Reader, hurt/comfort | fluff, eventual smut

You are a world famous director and you have dedicated your life to your job. You have everything you could ever dream of; wealth, recognision, talent, your friends and family. But loneliness ins’t cured by success. So what happens when you somehow rescue seven hybrids? Can they fill the void?

→ Restitution @cloudteawrites - OT7 x Reader

series [7/?] | 48k+ | slow burn, poly, mystery, romance

when an estranged uncle leaves you his massive fortune you wonder if the universe is playing a joke on you. when that fortune comes with seven hybrids, you know for sure that it is.

→ Lacuna @barbika1508 - Jungkook x Reader

series [42/42] | 324.3k | Hybrid AU, check for TW | Fluff, Angst, Smut

Lacuna - (n.) a blank space, a missing part

Y/N just wanted to go back home, to enjoy her peace and quiet away from problems and people. But typically, her luck strikes as she stumbles upon a horrific scene of two guys mistreating an already beaten down hybrid. Will she take matters into her own hands and help him? Or let someone else help along the way???

🌷 This is on AO3 and I got a recent ask about author’s tumblr. So if you prefer AO3 you can check their profile

→ A Hundred Percent Human by wrienne- OT7 x Reader

series [12/?] | 88k+ | Hybrid AU, fluff, angst, smut |

In which you (reader) are forced to take care of seven hybrids in a twist of fate. Drunk and down on life, you finally decide to deal with the house and the unsavory business your mother left behind. However, to your shock, you find that seven very different hybrids are included with both the house - and the business. Seven hybrids you never even met before - even less agreed to take care of.

🌷 This is on AO3. I don’t normally reco AO3 since my blog is focused on tumblr fics but someone sent an ask about this so I’m including it

→ Inferiority Complex @starlightauroras-writes - Jimin x Reader

series [10/?] | 88k+ | political themes, themes of abuse (hybrids) | A, S

You had never liked hybrids. You disagreed with their very existence, and you never wanted to have anything to do with them. And then one day, you discovered a hybrid who was more scared of you than you were of him, and everything changed as you realised you were the only hope he had…

→ Sanctuary @chimchimsauce - Jimin x Reader

series [16/16] | 20k | Wolf Hybrid!Jimin, Barista!OC, feat sanctuary staff Taehyung, hurt/comfort | F, A

YN is a young girl, bright and ambitious, but due to her busy schedule, she's been unable to make any real friends. When an ad for Saint Mary's Sanctuary catches her attention, she never expected her life to be changed by a certain hybrid named Jimin.

→ Summer Nights @marginalmadness - Jungkook x Reader

series [4/4] | 23k | Hybrid!Fantasy, Romance | F, S

A freak weather anomaly leads to a chance encounter with a rabbit-hybrid, and your kind nature results in you gaining a small, fluffy lodger, who questions your taste in television shows. It’s won’t be for long...will it?

→ Risk it All @/httpjeon - Jungkook x Reader

series [5/5] | 8.3k | hybrid au, alpha wolf!jungkook | A, F, S

ripped from your family, you find yourself in a warehouse filled with predators. just your luck, you’re right across from a caged alpha wolf.

🌷 (I linked Chapter 5 because for some reason others couldn’t find this chapter so they thought it’s still incomplete)

→ Outro Love is Not Over @kiirokero - Hoseok x Reader

series [12/?] | Daycare Teacher!Hoseok x Single Mom!Reader

You are the single mother of a beautiful 6-year-old golden retriever hybrid who you named Yunho. But you’re a human. You can’t show him the ropes of being a hybrid, and you can’t teach him things the other moms can. So, when a handsome German Shepard hybrid comes into your life, helping you and guiding Yunho in a way you can’t, you can’t help the cozy home he sets up in your heart.

→ It Takes Two To Make A Thing Go Right @imaginethisbts - TaeKook x Reader

two shot [2/2] | 11k | dom/sub themes, heat cycles | S

What’s better than one dogboy lover? Two dogboy lovers. But when Tae and Jungkook seem unusually clingy, it can only mean one thing. That time of the month has snuck up on you and your dogboy lovers do not want to share.

🌷 Also try their other Jungkook hybrid series Out of the Blue

→ Peculiar Park @daydreamindollie - OT7 x Reader

series [9/?] | 38k+ | imagines, slice of life | Writer!Reader, Psychologist!Reader, imagines | fluff

you’re a successful hybrid writer and psychologist who takes in seven hybrids on one stormy night after finding one of their pack stealing from your garden

→ Yeouiju @nomseok - Namjoon x Reader

one shot | 33.7k | Mythical AU, Hybrid AU (if you squint), suspense | A, F, S

you find an ancient stone in the middle of the mountains and bring it home with you, oblivious to the consequences of taking a dragon’s yeouiju.

→ Beautiful Stranger @/nomseok - Taehyung x Reader

one shot | 19k | circus AU | A, S, F

your dream is to take care of animals for the rest of your life in the big city, making sure that they’re cared for. but you stumble upon a malnourished, rare tiger in your local circus, and you can’t help but want to take care of him.

→ Evolution of You and I @readyplayerhobi - Jimin x Reader

one shot | 10.2k | kind of epistolary (letters), chat, childhood friends | F

For 15 years, Park Jimin has been in your life in some form. From childhood penpal’s to the closest of friends now, you can’t imagine your life without him even if you’ve never actually met him in person. It doesn’t help that you’ve fallen for him, even across the distance that separates you. But what happens when you finally meet up and you discover he’s been keeping something secret?

→ Fish are Friends @httpjeon - Taehyung x Reader

one shot | 10.2k | seahorse hybrid!taehyung | A, S, F

after moving to the seaside, there is a dreadful storm. when all is clear, a man washes up on shore…only he isn’t quite human.

🌷 you know seahorses mate for life and it’s the male that gets pregnant? Interesting huh

→ Pink Panther @gimmesumsuga - Seokjin x Reader

one shot | 13k | boss-employee | F, S

The one where your boss, Kim Seokjin, tries to show you how beautiful you are.

→ Ragdoll @ausblack - Jimin x Reader

series [17/17] | Hybrid AU, College AU | F, A

As you were studying to obtain your medical & veterinary degree, your professor came up with the idea of organizing an internship - where you found yourself side by side with a sick hybrid that needed nothing other that complete care.

→ Jagged + Catnap @opaljm - Jimin x Reader

one shot + sequel | 18k | jaguar/black panther!jimin, sand dune cat!reader, mutual pining, friends to lovers, established relationship (sequel)| S, F, slight A

The pretty little sand cat hybrid Jimin has been in love with for the past year experiences her first heat and Jimin would love nothing more than to be the one to guide her through it and breed her with his kittens.

🌷 there’s also a possible spin-off for Taehyung (Eye of the Tiger)

→ Owner @jessikahathaway - Jungkook x Reader

series [6/?] | 17.4k | Fake Dating AU, Hybrid AU, based on Kimi Wa Petto (Japanese anime) | F, S, A

With your mother hounding on you (no pun intended), you decided to get a little help from a hybrid, who was also in need of assistance.

→ Loving Him Was Red + Somewhere Only We Know @userseok - Jungkook x Reader

series [3/?] | 12.8k+ | enemies to lovers, childhood friends (sorta), college au, jock!jungkook, unrequited love (for OC) | S, F, A

you’ve been chasing after jungkook for years. after a harsh verbal altercation between both of you, you decide to leave him alone and pursue a relationship with someone who seems genuinely interested in you, thinking he would never return your feelings.

I would like to recommend the catalog of these writers:

@ditttiii - so I realize I’m following them on AO3 when I realized the fics looked familiar 🤭. They have an ongoing series called Enchanted to Meet You which you might want to check out if you like Soulmate AUs too! I recently reblogged a Jungkook two-shot comfort fic (hybrid au too) so I recommend going through their masterlist!

@aroseforyoongi - who I discovered because of Gossamer (KTH). It was completed but I think it’s up for re-write/re-post? You can try the others:

Navy Blue - Jungkook [completed]

Forever Yours - Yoongi [one shot, prequel to Navy Blue]

Let Me Love You- Jungkook [one shot]

@magicalsalamander - another favorite author of mine I just feel like I’m reading a great tale every time I start on a series or one shot. They have great fics with supernatural themes too

Rabbit on the Moon - Jungkook | if you’re in the mood for police officer Jungkook [6/6]

The Act of Persuasion - Seokjin | if you are in the mood for Single Dad AU x Arranged Marriage too [one shot]

Firefly that Guards the Fox - Taehyung | if you are in the mood for mystery [11/12 - just epilogue left]

Kitten’s Little Flame - Yoongi | if you like BF to Lovers between dragon and a cat [6/6]

There’s more so please check their Masterlist

@hollyhomburg - I just love Of Fire and Love (hello dragon!yoongi and baby!jungkook? 🥺) But you can check:

their masterlist of all their hybrid fics

Dance to This series which I’ve added to fic recs based on an ask about stories that include members/readers with disability.

Don’t care if it Hurts - Jimin | this is probably my favorite (again I’m a sucker for Mafia AUs) , guard dog hybrid!jimin [12/13, just epilogue]

@angelicyoongie - I got hooked after reading their stories on AO3 but they have tumblr too! Check their masterlist for ongoing hybrid fic (Abundance - OT7) but these are completed ones:

Desolate - Yoongi, grumypy cat hybrid [14/14]

Out of the Woods - Namjoon, wolf hybrid, strangers to lovers [3/3]

@worldwidebt7 - if you like webtoons! I read parts of Jungkook’s webtoon and I think currently we’re on Yoongi’s story. Access it here

@jincherie - One of the first hybrid fics I remember encountering is Inheritance (MYG). Other fics:

Perihelion - Hoseok, college, roommate, enemies [2/?]

Butterfingers - Namjoon, teacher au, this is cuuuute READ IT if you’re looking for something fluffy [one shot]

4 o’ clock - Taehyung, single dad au (I included this in the singel dad fic recs too) [3/?]

Under the Bridge - Jungkook, found jungkook under the bridge [one shot]

@whitesparrows97 - a writer I discovered because of a Yoongi soulmate fic but I found that they also have other hybrid fics:

Cat’s Cradle - Yoongi, bestfriend [5/5]

Underdog - Taehyung, shifter, brought home what she thought a stray dog [5/5]

@foxymoxynoona - and what would my reco be without foxymoxy? So they have tumblr but their works are on AO3. I’ve listed their current works here but I didn’t include their completed works which are must-reads:

Sugar Fairy - Jungkook, mating, adopted hybrids [48/48]

A Sea of Indigo - Jungkook, ex-fighter [48/48] ⭐⭐⭐

@therealmintedmango - They have a whole masterlist of their hybrid!au fics. I recently finished Kingdom Come and I always remember Jimin from King (for some reason)

@joonbird - check their Zodiac Hybrid Masterlist of one shot per member

There are more (usually one shot per member) but I’ll probably put them in another Fic Rec List for Hybrid AUs. Sorry this list is kind of all over the place (not even organized per member 🤭). But good luck with your modules and I hope these help!

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ko-riacchi · 3 years ago

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Snatched

Pairing: Dabi x F!Reader (x Shouto) Genre: Smut Length: 3.8k Tags: Cuckolding, Creampie, Rough Sex, no prep Warnings: Non-Con, Netorare

Synopsis: It was a normal day on patrol for you and your fiancé Shouto. It was about to take a turn for the worse however.

I created the Word file for this fic in September of 2019, so if that tells you anything about how long it takes me to actually sit down and write...

Feedback/Concrit/etc. is appreciated. I’m not confident in my writing at all tbh

Your workday had been boring so far. You and Shouto had been patrolling the outskirts of town for the better part of five hours, conversing quietly while letting your gaze wander around to check for anything unusual or sketchy.

So far, nothing had happened and your feet guided you towards the industrial part of the city, the last part of your route before you would head back and report to the hero agency before doing some paperwork and finally being able to leave for the day.

“So, what would you like me to cook today,” you asked Shouto, your hands playing around with the skirt that made up the bottom part of your hero outfit.

“Hmm…,” Shouto began and fell silent for a moment. He lifted his right hand to his face stroking his chin while looking at you.

“Soba.”

You gave him a look. “Shouto, we had Soba yesterday, we can’t eat Soba every day,” you chided him.

“Why?” He looked you in the eyes, appearing to honestly be curious about why it wouldn’t be possible to eat soba daily.

“Because…,” you started to explain, then huffed, looked at Shouto and smiled a little. “Let me just pick it out then.”

Shouto answered your smile with one of his own. “Okay.”

You continued your patrol through the industrial area, making sure to pass all the spots where drug dealer, small-time villains and shady people in general liked to conduct their business. Although, since it was barely ten past five and the weather was nice and sunny without any clouds in sight, you didn’t have high hopes to actually find something or someone out of the ordinary.

Stopping and stretching your arms up to the sky, you let out a little sigh, enjoying the warmth of the sun, and closed your eyes for a second before jogging up to Shouto and taking his right hand into your left.

“By the way, my mum called the other day and asked if we still needed anything for the wedding. I told her we would be fine but if you can think of something, let me know, so I can call her.”

Giddily, you swung your arm that was connected to Shouto’s, who let you do as you wanted, smiling softly as he saw your anticipation every time you two talked about the upcoming wedding.

“I will,” he told you and gripped your hand a bit more tightly. His way of showing love and anticipation was subtler than yours but over the years you had become quite good in deciphering the stoic man.

In that fashion, you continued to make your way through the industrial area, sometimes conversing about interesting things that had happened at work or with your friends, sometimes just silently enjoying patrol together.

You had almost completed your last stop of the day when you noticed a figure in the corner of your eye, standing in the shadows of an alley way and grinning at you. It took you a second to process exactly who was standing there but when you did, you started sprinting towards him. You left behind a confused Shouto, who had just been looking in the opposite direction, but he immediately collected himself and started running after you. If you had started sprinting, you had to have a good reason for that; a villain or something equally sinister must have caught your eye.

You had a head start of around 15 meters and Shouto ran behind you, watching your figure as you exited the alleyway. Your feet came to a halt in an open space, an area which at one point must’ve been a truck loading area, judging from the surrounding buildings. In front of you, a figure stood, a good 5 meters between them and you, and Shouto could see you changing your stance, ready to react should the figure attack.

As he was nearing you two, he finally managed to make out who exactly it was standing before you. The black clothing and hair had been pretty non-descriptive but as soon as Shouto saw the burn scars that covered almost all of his body, his eyes widened and he started running faster, hoping to catch up with you before the fight that surely was about to break out had begun.

Only 5 meters separated you from Shouto now and another second and he would’ve been at your side, when suddenly he crashed head-first into… nothing? He ricocheted off something and fell to the floor but when he lifted his head, he couldn’t see anything. He got up and tried to walk forward, only to feel an invisible wall in his way. Both hands collided with the barrier and he frantically moved them to the left and right to find a way out. In the end, Shouto realized that he had been trapped from all sides. From his positions, he could now see that Dabi was walking leisurely towards you, you stepping back every time he took one step forward but not taking the chance to turn around to see where Shouto was and give Dabi an opening to attack.

Shouto stepped back from the wall and positioned himself sideways, a stomp creating a wave of ice that rushed towards the barrier in hopes of destroying it. It collided with the wall and crushed into bits and pieces, proving to be futile. He just HAD to get through this wall and to you! So he started to barrage his prison with spear after spear of ice, in hope to weaken it enough for it to break down.

You were still cautiously monitoring Dabi’s movement, keeping as much distance as possible, in case he suddenly decided to attack. He had not said anything so far, only sent a lopsided grin your way as he continued his leisure pace towards you. That was about to change though.

“What a pleasant surprise meeting you two here!” he spoke, his tone that of a person meeting friends after a long time.

“Too bad I can’t say the same!” you snarled back and took another step backwards. You had heard Shouto behind you when he had sent out attacks against something, but you hadn’t seen what occupied him exactly and only knew that he had to be not too far behind you.

For now, you needed to get closer to Shoto so you could come up with a plan on how to take on Dabi and any possible allies that were lurking in the dark. You continued stepping backwards. The sounds of Shoto in the background got louder and louder but you could not hear the telltale sounds of a fight taking place. What was occupying him?

Dabi had taken a step forward each time you stepped back but it didn’t seem like he was trying to close the distance just yet. You knew very well that he was capable of sending his flames towards you, so you figured that he just didn’t see the need. Another step backwards had you crashing into something solid and in instinct your head flew around to see what was blocking your path. You couldn’t remember there being a wall behind you, surely you would’ve registered that.

But when you turned around you found… nothing? Only Shouto, standing a meter away from you, panting like he had just run a marathon. Your body was still angled towards Dabi, so you quickly turned back to face him, a soft sigh of relief leaving your lips when you saw that he was still standing away a few meters. Your hand extended backwards, and sure enough, you felt a barrier just behind you.

“Is that a quirk?” you asked Shoto, hoping that he would be able to hear you through whatever that thing was.

“Seems like it,” he answered, his voice strained. “I can’t break through it with my ice. You have to get the person who’s doing this… I can’t help you like this.”

Dabi let out a chuckle. “Oh, I don’t think I’ll let you do that,” she said, coming closer now.

You weren’t sure what to do, step aside and around the invisible wall? If that was even possible. Or stay and let Dabi come dangerously close to you. You eventually made your mind up, taking a step to the side and feeling around the wall, trying to see where it would lead.

The only warning you got was a “I don’t think so” from Dabi and suddenly he was standing right in front of you, blocking your way off. Your eyes widened and your heart rate picked up. How had he managed to come close this quickly?

You ducked and tried to slip away sideways, but Dabi grabbed your arm and pulled you back, slamming you against the barrier. You heard Shoto shouting from behind you, telling Dabi to let you go but he only grinned in answer and lifted his free arm, a blue flame igniting in his palm. “I don’t think you’re in the position to make any demands right now,” he chuckled, bringing the flame dangerously close to your face. You leaned back as much as you could, your entire body pressed up against the wall, the heat of the flames uncomfortably licking over your skin.

“What do you want?” you asked, and you hated your voice for sounding so weak in this moment.

“Me?” Dabi said, extinguishing the flame and grabbing you face with his hand instead. “I just wanna have some fun,” he grinned. “Work’s been pretty boring lately, you know…” His fingers pressed harder down on your cheeks, making your lips pucker and your jaw ache. “And I think I just found just the perfect plaything.”

Shouto banged on the walls. “Leave her alone!” he shouted, another barrage of ice banging against the barrier. You could feel the vibrations on you back where it was pressed against it, but the barrier itself didn’t move, didn’t break or shatter. It was solid.

Dabi let go of your face and leered at Shouto over your shoulder. “I don’t think I will,” he said, his hand now moving down to trail along your thighs. Your hero costume consisted of a bodysuit, a short skirt covering your hips and waist, but your legs were bare, so when Dabi touched you, you could feel it on your skin and it erupted into goosebumps immediately. Was he about to do what you were thinking? No, surely this was just to make you nervous, fuck with your head a bit. Sadly though, it was working and in a split-second decision, you felt like you needed to get away from the villain and pulled at the arm he was holding harshly, hoping that he would lose his balance and you could get away. You ducked under his arms and tried to flee but his grip on your arm had not faltered and he pulled you back, this time slamming you against the wall with your chest, stepping close behind you to hold you there with his body.

“I told you not to do that,” he growled, his hand heating up and singing your arm, the smell of burning flesh beginning to waft from it. Pain shot through your body and tears sprung up into your eyes as you cried out. “I get it! I get it!” you told him, sobbing at the pain. Dabi hummed in response and he reeled back the flames, his grip still iron-like on your arm however and pressing into the charred flesh. “Let’s hope I won’t have to do this again. Would be a shame to burn a cute face like yours.”

Shouto had once more banged against the walls, furiously trying to get them to shatter. How could he just… stand there while his fiancée was being tortured by Dabi. His hands curled into fists, tiny specs of blood trailing from where his nails had dug into his skin.

Dabi simply chuckled at Shouto’s desperate face, his free hand lifting up to your face, turning it towards him. “Really would be a shame,” he said with a grin, before leaning closer and pressing his lips to yours.

Your eyes widened and you tried to move away but when you felt the hand on your face heat up again, you stilled, tears leaking from your mouth while Dabi kissed you and pulled at you lower lip with his teeth. “Open up,” he growled when you didn’t move and you obeyed, feeling like there was no way for you to get out of this situation. Your quirk simply wasn’t made for close-range combat.

As soon as you had opened your mouth, Dabi’s tongue snaked inside, exploring every little nook and cranny that before had exclusively belong to Shouto. More tears rolled down your cheeks as Dabi made a slurping sound, pulling your upper lip into his mouth slightly before he parted from you, looking back at Shouto with a grin. “Delicious,” he commented, loving the way that Shouto looked at him with rage in his eyes.

“But this is not what I’m here for,” he eventually said, letting go of your face. You wanted to spit out the disgusting taste Dabi had left in your mouth, but you feared that this would only lead to him burning you again, so you held the desire back, hoping that he had simply done this to rile Shouto up a bit and this was it. He had said that this was not his goal after all, right?

While you were lost in your thoughts, trying to calculate the next step Dabi would take, he had sent Shouto another grin, making sure that the man’s eyes were on Dabi’s hands as they laid on your thigh again.

You shot up, turning your head to face Dabi with wide eyes.

“Unfortunately, we don’t have a lot of time,” Dabi lamented as he let his hand trail upwards and under your skirt. “So, I’m just gonna have get to the main part.”

You heard Shouto shouting but you couldn’t see him, your eyes still fixed on Dabi as he pulled at the bottom the bottom of your body suit to the side, uncovering your pussy for his fingers to explore.

“Don’t!” you shouted instinctively, trying to get him to stop but a slap to your pussy had you lurching forward and against the barrier. Dabi laughed and two of his fingers dipped inside you, prodding against your walls as your teeth clenched at the painful intrusion.

“Yeah, should work,” you heard Dabi mumbled behind you and the next second, his fingers left you and he popped them into his mouth, humming at the taste.

“Gotta say, this one really IS delicious,” he commented, his eyes looking at Shouto, who was watching the situation unfold in front of him with a painful look in his eyes.

Once Dabi had cleaned his fingers, he moved his hand towards his belt, expertly unbuckling it with one hand and shoving his pants down, just enough so he could pull out his cock from his pants.

“Relax or this is gonna hurt,” he whispered into your ear, his hand pushing against your back so your ass would stick out more.

Your wide eyes were looking at Shouto now, knowing what was about to happen. “Don’t, please,” you whispered, a sob leaving your lips. You were going to be violated in front of your fiancé. You were going to get fucked by a villain in front of the love of your life. “Shouto, please, close your eyes,” you begged him as he stood in front of you, both of his hands pressed against the barrier and his face directly in front of you. He shook his head. “I don’t want you to see me like this,” you begged and eventually, Shouto nodded and closed his eyes, a tear running down his cheek just as Dabi prodded your entrance with the tip of his dick.

“You better watch what I’m about to do,” Dabi warned him, not liking that he was not looking at them anymore. “Or your little bitch is gonna be a burnt little bitch by the time I’m done with her.”

At those words, Shoto’s eyes immediately opened again, looking at Dabi with fear in his eyes.

“Don’t watch me, watch her,” Dabi ordered with a grin and as soon as Shouto’s eyes had moved to your crying face again, Dabi pushed into you.

You let out a howl, your face contorting in pain as Dabi buried inch after inch inside your tight little cunt. Your eyes looked up, to the side, anywhere beside Shouto’s face with was still in front of you. You couldn’t bare looking at him.

Dabi let out a small groan. “Damn, you’re tight,” he said, pulling back a little before pushing in again, this time further. “You’re boytoy that small?” He laughed at his own joke and grabbed your hips to hold you still, slamming himself into your cunt to the hilt. Your body was jolted forward and against the wall, a pained cry leaving your lips as your eyes closed. Dabi was big, too big for you and it felt like he was splitting you open in the middle.

You didn’t have time to get used to him however, as Dabi immediately began to thrust into you. He was hunched over you, his head laying on your shoulder and his mouth directly next to your ear, so you could hear every little groan he made. It disgusted you and only made you sob harder.

It must’ve made you clench down on him however, as he let out a small hiss of pleasure and in turn made him only pick up his pace, your body now getting repeatedly slammed against the barrier with Shouto having no choice but to watch the horrifying things Dabi did to you.

After a while the initial pain had subsided, and your sobbing calmed down. All you tried to do now, was to dissociate from everything that was happening, hoping to get lost in your own world while Dabi used you for his pleasure.

Unfortunately for you, Dabi noticed the empty look on your face and he clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction. “That won’t do,” he growled into your ear and the hand that had been holding onto your arm up until now let go so he could beginning rubbing at your clit.

As soon as you felt his fingers rubbing you, you were brought back to reality and a pained whine left your lips.

“Say, how would you like to cum in front of your boyfriend?” Dabi whispered into your ear, his fingers picking up in speed and flicking at your clit in the same rhythm as his thrust. “I’m sure he would like to see you come undone at the hands of a villain.”

He laughed when he felt you clench around him and his eyes moved towards Shouto. “She likes the idea, I felt her squeeze my dick,” he told him.

“Fucking die and rot in hell,” Shouto simply replied, his brows furrowed and his eyes full of tears he refused to shed. You had it much worse than him, there was no way he could allow himself to cry.

Dabi let out a bellowing laugh. “Sorry, can’t die just yet. Still got some unfinished business, you see…”

He soon turned his attention back to you however and began pounding into you like a man possessed, his fingers bringing you closer and closer to an orgasm you desperately tried to hold back. He could hear you breathing hitch and felt your pussy trying to squeeze him dry; he knew it wouldn’t take much longer for you to cream on his dick.

A few more thrusts and he knew that he had reached his goal when you cried out, your muscles clenching around him and your entire body twitching as you came all over his dick.

“Fuck, you’re sucking me dry,” Dabi groaned, trying to continue his thrusts but finding it hard with how hard you were gripping his dick. “That desperate for my cum, huh?”

You were panting and crying and trying to calm down again, but those words made you perk up. “No! Don’t” you exclaimed, looking back at him with a horrified gaze.

“Don’t what?” Dabi asked with a snicker, although his breathing had picked up as well as he got closer and closer to his own peak.

“Please, don’t cum inside!” you begged. “Anything else but that!”

Dabi thrust once, twice, and felt his dick twitch as his orgasm crashed over him.

“Oops,” he said with a laugh as his dick spurted his thick cum deep into your cunt. “Too late.” He groaned, pressing inside you as far as he could, lazily thrusting into you a few more times before he pulled out and let go of you, watching as you crumbled down to the floor.

“That was fun and all,” he told you in a conversational tone as he stuffed his dick back inside his pants. “But I got places to be, you know.”

His attention shifted back to Shouto, who was looking at you sitting on the ground, a small pool of cum dripping from your pussy and onto the floor.

“Hope you have a great day, Todoroki Shouto,” Dabi said to him with a wave and a malicious grin and in an instant he was gone, as if he had never been there in the first place.

It was eerily silent now, and Shouto simply pressed against the barrier, wanting nothing more than to go to your side, comfort you and make sure you got to an hospital to look over your wounds.

It took a minute before the barrier vanished, and Shouto had been pressing against it so hard that he stumbled forward a step once it was gone.

He immediately rushed to your side, embracing you and whispering into your ear how sorry he was, that you needed to go to a hospital, get your wounds checked and maybe talk to someone.

You had been silent up until now, your gaze on the floor but when Shouto rambled on and on about how he would take you to people, TELL people what had just happened, your head shot up and you looked at him, shaking it with wide eyes.

“No,” you whispered, pushing his hands away from your body so you could get up. “No, I’m fine.”

You grimaced at the feeling of your sore cunt but ignored it, simply pushing your body suit back into place and dusting off your clothes. “I’m fine,” you repeated. “Let’s just go home…”

With those words, you began walking off, heading into the direction of your shared apartment. Shouto followed your movements with wide eyes, getting up again and trying to get you to reconsider but you ignored his words, simply continuing to walk back home.

Eventually, Shouto gave up trying to talk some sense into you. It would do neither him nor you any good if he forced you to go to the hospital, and so he could only make sure that no one paid any special attention to you until you had reached the safety of your apartment.

Hopefully, you would listen to him eventually.

#bnha smut #bnha dabi #bnha noncon #tw: noncon #dabi x reader smut

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Mamihlapinatapai {part 5}

I am so excited to share the last part of this story with you. It means so much to me to be able to share my work and have people enjoy it, so thank you to everyone who has read this little fic. Huge shout out to the extremely talented @fizzydrink698 for being an inspiration to my writing and an all-around sweet and supportive human. And the biggest thank you of all to my beta reader, @harry-on-broadway, for being the most encouraging and wonderful friend, without whom I never would have had the confidence to write this, let alone put it out into the world. 💜

Hope you enjoy the finale of Mamihlapinatapai.

Need to catch up? {overview} {part 1} {part 2} {part 3} {part 4}

Pairing: Bang Chan x Female Reader

Themes: royal au, medieval au, court intrigue, arranged marriage, original characters, mutual pining, slow burn

Warnings: smut, emotionally abusive parents, usage of degrading names

Rating: Mature

Word count: 6k

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As Soft As Petals | Kingdom of Gu, present day

It was late into the evening, maybe even so late it was actually early, and you were standing outside the prince’s door, frantically knocking on it.

“Y/n, what’s happened?! Is everything alright?”

You walked straight into the room, not even bothering to wait for Chan to invite you in.

“It’s my mother. I can’t find her anywhere. I assumed she went with a separate wagon party the way she came when we left Lajor, but everyone in the servants’ quarters says they haven’t seen her in hours and I’ve looked everywhere I can think of and - “

“Shh, shh, Y/n calm down, it’s alright,” Chan said, taking your hands in his. You were full on hyperventilating at this point, your body starting to physically shake with worry.

“I-I just… these past few weeks I almost lost you and then we almost went to war and I can’t handle not knowing where she is. I just can’t imagine what I’d do if she - ” your voice caught in your throat, unable to bring yourself to say your worst fear.

“I know, I know, but it’s going to be alright,” Chan soothed. “I’m sure she’s fine and we’ll find her, but you are in no state now to continue looking for her. Why don’t I ask a few of the guards to keep searching the palace grounds, and I’ll send a rider to Lajor to make sure she would have made it back with us?”

You looked up at him. “You would do that?”

“Of course, Y/n, this is your mother we’re talking about. We’ll do everything we need to until you know she’s safe,” he said, guiding you gently with him towards the door, knowing you wouldn’t want to let go of his hand based on the vice-like grip you currently had on it. He leaned his head out into the hallway, calling for one of the guards stationed at the end and relaying what he wanted done to continue the search for your mother. All the while you were watching him with an expression of awe and gratitude. It still surprised you, how he seemed to know exactly what you needed, and even more so that he was willing to do whatever it took to do it for you. He walked you back into the room, taking the both of you to sit on the edge of the bed.

“Thank you,” you breathed out, still catching your breath from your moment of distress.

“You don’t need to thank me,” he said gently, leaning down, his lips ever so slightly grazing the crown of your head.

You felt a shiver run through you.

“Your Highness,” you lifted your head to say something, hoping to avoid talking about what he had just done, but were stopped in your tracks by the look on his face.

“I was actually hoping to see you tonight. I need to tell you something, Y/n. And you might not like what I have to say, but I can’t keep denying it for the rest of my life. These last few weeks have shown me that I can’t take anything for granted, so I intend to stop right now.” He paused and stood up, giving you room to stop him if you wanted, but when you remained silent he took that as permission to keep going.

“I’m in love with you. I think I always have been. I’m in love with the way you hum that same silly tune to yourself when you’re doing chores. How you can read a map of any terrain, how you’re not afraid to correct me when I make a mistake while drilling our sword fighting techniques. I’m in love with the smile you get on your face when you ride through the woods and the way your hair looks when the light shines on it through the trees.”

You were aware your mouth was slightly open, your eyes staring at Chan like a dumbstruck deer, but you couldn’t quite wrap your head around the words he was saying. You’d always known you still had feelings for him, and could only dream he reciprocated those same feelings. But hearing him say all the little things you didn’t even notice about yourself, hearing him say he loved you for those things, your mind was at a loss for what to do.

“I love how you care for our people, how you always have their best interests at heart. How you would be willing to never speak about these feelings I know we both share so as to not jeopardize your ability to serve me, to serve them. But most of all I love that you see me. Not the statesman or the fighter or the ruler, just me.”

You made up your mind then. To hell with the king’s threats, with the questions your mother had asked you about responsibilities and sacrifices. You had been making the greatest sacrifice of all for the last sixteen years, but no more.

You launched yourself at him, his arms wrapping around you immediately and your lips meeting his.

It was somehow exactly like that night five years ago and nothing like it at all. You’d both grown in experience since then, having had other partners over the years. Your lips moved smoother against one another’s, and it was more passionate than it was gentle. But you felt that same feeling of euphoria glowing inside you, knowing that you were here with him and he was here with you and you were both finally admitting to what you’d always felt but never dared to acknowledge. You felt yourself sinking into him, willing to let the tide of his love carry you away if it meant you could stay in this moment forever. Your lips parted from his, Chan titling your head up to look at him.

“I need to hear you say it. I need to know that you love me, too.”

You took his face in your hands, willing your voice to convey how sincere you were.

“I love you Chris. I love the way your hair is always ruffled in the morning and that you sing to yourself when you think no one can hear. I love how you take three cubes of sugar with your tea instead of two. I love your determination to better yourself and your dedication to better your people. I love that you have always treated me as an equal. I love your dimples and your eyes and the way you make me feel safe when my hand is in yours.” You brought your thumb up to wipe away a single tear that was sliding down his cheek, his eyes shining as he listened to your words. “It has always been you, Chris. It will always be you.”

He smiled then, that same blinding smile that had bound you to him from the day you met. He kissed you again, then began moving his lips down the side of your neck, your head tilting back to allow him more skin. His hand reached back and in a few quick motions the laces of your bodice were loose enough for your dress to fall off your shoulders. He kissed downwards over your chest, and your breath hitched as the dress moved lower and lower, eventually dropping to the floor, leaving you almost bare for him.

Your hands came up to thread through his hair as you mocked, “You are entirely too clothed for my liking, Your Highness.”

At that, Chan whipped his shirt over his head, exposing his soft skin and toned abs, then pulled you to him, tone light but face serious. “I never want to have to hear you call me that ever again.”

“Chan,” you laughed, lightly smacking his chest, “what we’re doing right now is staying confined to this room; I’ll still have to call you that in front of everyone else.”

“Fine,” he all but growled, “I will settle for never hearing it in this room. For now.” His lips returned to pressing featherlight kisses to your jaw and found your sweet spot below your ear. A sigh escaped your lips as Chan lifted you up and placed you under him on the bed, your hands roaming over his shoulders and back as he shed the rest of his clothes and removed the final layer separating you from him. You could feel his hardness against your dripping core and you looked down, holding in a moan when you saw how big he was.

“Ah ah ah,” the prince purred, “I don’t want you to hold anything back tonight. I have waited so long to have you like this, and I want to hear every sound that falls from your lips. I want to know how good I make you feel, Y/n.”

Even if you’d wanted to, you couldn't hold back the sinful sound that left you as he brought his mouth to suckle and nip at your breast, his hand reaching down to rub the pads of his first two fingers against your heat. Slowly, he increased the pace and the pressure as he kissed down your body, bringing his head between your thighs. You moaned when you felt his tongue lick a long, languid stripe up your core, then brought your hands to tangle in his hair as he stroked small circles against your sensitive bud. Desperate for him, you pulled his head back up to meet yours, back arching as you whimpered, “Please Chris.”

He lined himself up with your entrance and slowly pushed in, the feeling of him against your walls far better than you’d ever imagined. Being this close to him, feeling his cock reach places inside you you hadn’t known could feel this good, the intimacy was almost overwhelming, so you clung to him, reveling in the feeling of being with the man you loved.

“How did I get so lucky?” Chan was whispering, praises falling from his lips. “Fuck Y/n, you’re so beautiful, an angel, my perfect girl. Taking me so well, like you were made for me.”

“I was,” you breathed out, “all of me is yours Chris, only yours.”

His thrusts increased then, both of you teetering on the edge of your highs. You captured his lips in another burning kiss, sealing your love as the ecstasy coursed through you both. You laid there for a few moments, relishing the weight of his body on yours and the quiet sound of his heartbeat. Then Chan rose and fetched a cloth to clean you both, your body already starting to succumb to the pleasant exhaustion.

When he returned to the bed you heard his voice whisper one last I love you before you drifted off in his arms.

Runaway | Kingdom of Miroh, 28 years ago

The girl had been running for two days.

She’d prepared her knights and her attendant, told them the story she’d fabricated for them to repeat, and paid them handsomely for the trouble she was surely causing them. Her parents would be frantic, but eventually they would mourn her and move on. The kingdom would survive without her; in fact, it had to, because she knew nothing would ever make her return, force her to take on a responsibility she never asked for nor wanted.

Only five more miles to the border, she thought. Then I can start over, be whoever I want to be.

By the time she reached the marker for Gu, she could barely stay upright, having taken as little rations with her as she dared. She wandered across, hoping some small border town would be close by where she could eat, maybe get some rest. After another few miles some buildings started to pop up, small cottages and what looked like a market and an inn. The girl squinted at the prices on the inn’s sign, trying to remember the conversion rate of the currency she’d brought with her.

“Hey! I saw you come in to town; you look a little lost. Can I help you find anything?”

The girl realized the voice was talking to her, and turned to see a boy about her age, maybe seventeen, tall with shaggy brown hair, looking at her curiously.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” the boy said. “It’s just… you seem to be having a little trouble reading the sign and I-I’m uhh... pretty good with numbers; I could help you, if you’d like?”

“Oh umm… yes… p-please… thank you.”

The boy walked closer, the girl showing him the money she had so he could count out the equivalent of the price. “So, is your family visiting from Miroh?”

The girl balked at his perceptiveness. Despite all her planning, she hadn’t thought about what she would tell anyone when they asked for her story. She tried to come up with something quickly, stumbling over her words. “Umm no, m-my parents are… they’re uhh… they died.”

“Oh, I-I’m sorry to hear that,” the boy said, looking at her sympathetically, and the girl felt like he really meant it.

“Well, umm, here’s what you’ll need for a night’s stay here,” he continued, handing her back the money. “If you want I can show you a good place to eat that’s close by; you look like you could use a hearty meal.”

Despite knowing him for all of two minutes, the boy seemed trustworthy. And he was right, she could definitely use some nourishment.

“That sounds nice,” she answered.

“Great!” the boy said, stepping down from the inn’s doorstep and walking towards the village center, the girl following. “I’m Minhyuk, by the way. What’s your name?”

“My name’s Julietta.”

Revelations | Kingdom of Gu, present day

You awoke, startling for a moment at the unfamiliar surroundings until you remembered what had happened the previous night. Smiling to yourself, you turned in the sheets, expecting to see Chan laying beside you, but you were met with emptiness on his side of the bed. You frowned, scooting over and feeling the spot still warm from his body.

He must have only just left, you thought.

You glanced over and noticed a small note sitting on his bedside table, letters written in his artful penmanship. You picked it up, eyes running over the words.

Good morning my love. How I wished to have you wake up in my arms, but I’ll only be gone for a few minutes. I’ve gone to speak with my father about something, and when I return, the whole kingdom will be able to hear my name spoken by your beautiful voice.

A wave of dread washed over your entire body, threatening to pin you to the spot where you sat.

Chan knew his father could be cold, knew he was a callous man who cared for little more than his own self-interest and what he deemed acceptable. But you knew he’d always believed maybe he could change the king, could open his heart to the same degree Chan and his mother had shared. You, however, never saw the man through such rose-colored glasses, having been the recipient of his threats and intimidation too many times to believe he could be redeemed. And your beloved prince was about to find out the true depths of his father’s loathing towards the relationship you shared.

You sprung into action, body moving without thinking as you dressed in last night’s clothes and ran from his chambers, heading to the throne room. Maybe you could reach him in time, spare him the pain of hearing his father’s rejection. You’d have to convince him you didn’t want to bring your relationship public, and he’d be hurt, devastated, but it would be nothing compared to the anguish of what he was about to bring on himself. Or the punishment he was about to unknowingly inflict on you.

Chan was nowhere to be seen in any of the hallways leading to the throne room. Your feet moved faster, desperately trying to prevent what was about to happen. But when you burst through the thick oak doors, you saw Chan kneeling at his father’s feet. Both men looked up to face you, Chan’s expression one of blissful optimism, his father’s one of knowing anticipation.

You were too late.

“Hello, Y/n,” the king said darkly, mouth morphing into a sneer. “You already know what he’s asked me, don’t you?”

“Your Majesty… please...”

You shuddered at the sound of your own voice, tone betraying your agony, your fear.

“You never told him, did you?” he questioned, the trace of pity in his voice making you all the more uneasy.

“How could I?” you sighed.

The king nodded contentedly, then motioned for the guards on either side of you. You felt their hands capture your arms, body going all but slack in their hold. You couldn’t find the strength to fight anymore.

Chan had stood up and was now looking frantically between you and his father. “What is the meaning of this?!” he asked, tone laced with bewilderment and shock.

“I’m sorry Chris,” you murmured, heart breaking at the look on his face.

“Christopher,” King Bang said, standing and approaching his son, “do not fear. I will take care of this disobedient whore and then you will be free of her influence. I should have never let her remain for as long as I did, look what it has done to you, my ingenuous boy.”

You felt it, the moment Chan realized what his father was implying. His whole body shifted, backing away from Geun as he spoke, voice void of emotion.

“What did you just say?”

For once the king seemed genuinely surprised, eyebrows raising and voice the tiniest bit unsteady as he answered, “I-I mean, certainly that’s the only reason you would ever come to me with this request. Clearly this woman has convinced you to denounce what I’ve taught you about tradition, about knowing one’s place, through what means I dare not say; but I don’t blame you Chris, this is my fault.”

Chan stopped moving then, having almost reached your side. His face contorted into an expression of dismay, of grief, as he shouted.

“Are you really so ignorant, so far removed from reality, that you think my actions are a sign of disloyalty?! Of neglecting my responsibilities?! Because they are nothing of the sort. And even if they were, Y/n would not be responsible for convincing me to do anything. Your outdated principles and misguided sense of your own virtuosity could have done that on their own! You were blind to a plot happening in your own palace because of your desire to have me bend to your will, but I won’t let you do it anymore.”

He turned, ordering the guards, “Release her, now!”

“You will do no such thing,” the king’s enraged voice rang out. “Christopher, you will never get my permission for this.”

He turned back to Geun, eyes furious but voice calm.

“I was not asking, father. I will marry her. And I am not betraying you, or our kingdom, or our traditions. And I’m not doing it because she seduced me. I’m doing this because I love her. Because she supports me, and cares for me, and knows our people intimately, probably better than I do. And because, for my whole life, she has been the only person besides Mother who has ever truly loved me for who I am. So you’ll have to throw me in prison too if you intend to stop me, because I refuse to be here without her.”

“No!” you yelled, straining against your captors, energy rushing back to your body at his words. “No, Chris please, you have to let me go! I’m so grateful we had last night; it was the best night of my life and always will be. I knew the consequences I might face, and getting to tell you how much I love you was worth every one, but you were never supposed to suffer because of me. I can’t let you do this.”

Your pleas were interrupted by a herald entering the room.

“Your Majesty - “

‘WHAT?!” King Bang whirled on him, outrage blatantly evident on his face.

While the king was distracted, Chan shoved the guards away from you and took your shaking form into his arms, cradling your head against his chest. “Y/n, you’ve protected me and sacrificed for me my entire life. Let me be the one who takes care of you now.”

His whispers stopped when you heard the announcement of the herald.

“His Majesty King Peter Soleil of Miroh is here with his wife, Queen Margaery, as well as one of our palace servants, Julietta, Your Majesty. They are insisting on an audience with you.”

“Your mother?” Chan questioned, meeting your equally confused face with his own.

The king glanced to where the pair of you stood, rolling his eyes obnoxiously. “Fine, bring them in. Let these two have their last embrace before I rid us of her presence.”

The herald opened the doors, and there stood your mother, dressed in a beautiful gown you could tell was made for royalty. She entered, followed closely by the king and queen of Miroh. You’d seen them a few times over the years at various palace functions. They seemed like steadfast and benevolent leaders, reflected in their small kingdom’s reputation for nonviolence and generosity. In fact, the only turmoil you could remember them being involved in was the disappearance of the crown princess, several years before you were even born. Not much was known about the circumstances of the disappearance, but it was said the king and queen had never given up hope of finding her.

They came to a stop in the middle of the room, the sovereigns flanking your mother. Looking at the three of them, you couldn’t deny the resemblance of your mother to the elder two people, and a memory stirred in the back of your mind.

“King Peter, Queen Margaery,” King Bang addressed them tersely, “I would say I am pleased to see you but I am at this moment engaged in a personal matter and would like very much to return to it. If you could please explain why you have one of my palace servants here with you playing dress up, I would appreciate your cooperation.”

“Certainly,” came King Soleil’s placid reply. “We are here on a personal matter as well, one that Julietta, and indeed Y/n, are involved in.”

Chan’s arms tensed around you, preparing to defend you against any allegation, any harm or threat or danger to your wellbeing. But, as had happened once before in that very room, no one was prepared for what the Mirohan king said.

“You see, Julietta is our daughter. Almost thirty years ago, she left our kingdom, because she felt trapped in a life we had not prepared her for. Her mother and I should have supported her, should have taught her to confide in us, but we were very different people then, and different rulers too. We would have done what you are attempting to do to your son, forced her to betray her own self to mold to our will. However, when she left, we saw how wrong we were, and vowed to do better. Now, Julietta has come back into our lives for the sake of her daughter, our granddaughter, Y/n.”

Every set of eyes in the room was trained on you, your own frozen wide in disbelief at what was happening. King Bang seemed to be at a loss for words, having fallen back into his seat on the throne. Your mother left her parents’ side and walked to you, smiling tentatively. Chan reluctantly released his hold on you as she took your hand and brought you to stand with her away from the others.

“My dear, I know how much of a shock this must be to you, and I am sorry, so very truly sorry for never telling you,” she said quietly. “But I was ashamed… When I ran away, I did what I thought I needed to do at the time. Looking back it may have been reckless, irresponsible and selfish even. But most importantly, it had been my choice. And I took that from you, the ability to choose what path you wanted in life. I thought we would be better off away from the life I grew up in, and for a while we were, with your father. But when he died, I was adrift and had no idea what to do and somehow we ended up back in a palace and at the whim of an arrogant king, but this time without even an inkling of the power I once held. I thought about returning with you to my parents then, but how could I be sure you wouldn’t resent me for forcing you into the life I had tried so desperately to escape? I struggled with my choice for years, until eventually I saw that you were happy with your training with the prince, getting to do all the things you used to do with your father that would have been scorned had you been the one in the boy’s position. But then I saw the signs of your feelings for him, your realization of the insurmountable barriers that would prevent you from being together, the way you resigned yourself to unhappiness. I knew I could do something about it, but I had to be sure you were ready to accept the responsibilities that would come with having the ability to be with the man you loved.”

You looked up at her, recalling your conversation at the coronation, and she nodded. “I am sure now. Which is why I went back to Miroh, back to my parents and the position I despised a lifetime ago. Because if I can give you the ability to make this one choice, maybe I can make up for all the other mistakes in my life.”

“Mother... “ you started, wanting to tell her you understood her choices, that you didn’t think they were all a mistake, but were quieted by her hand on your cheek.

“I know you are quick to forgive, just like your father, but let me take responsibility for this.”

You looked back at your grandparents.

“They won’t force you to accept,” Julietta said. “That was my one condition.”

Your head was spinning with the onslaught of new information. Searching the room, your gaze locked with Chan’s, reading the utter adoration in his eyes that you knew mirrored your own. You knew his father would never accept your relationship at your current status. And despite feeling confident you wanted a chance to make an impact as a ruler, you didn’t know everything about what it would mean to take on this responsibility. But there was one thing you were absolutely certain of.

You turned back to your mother, squeezing her hand. “Thank you.”

She led you back to the group, your hand linking with Chan’s as you came to stand beside him and your grandparents.

“We are aware of the young people’s affection for each other…” King Soleil began, but King Bang seemed to have recovered himself enough to realize what the other was about to say.

“That girl will NOT marry my son!”

“Geun,” your grandfather warned, “that girl is my granddaughter, a Mirohan princess. I strongly suggest you watch your tone when you speak about her in front of me, or anywhere for that matter. Now, it was already quite unreasonable to want to prevent your son from marrying a woman he loves, but it would be wholly irrational of you to deny a match for the prince to the heir apparent to the throne of Miroh, wouldn’t you say?”

You stood up straighter, feeling Chan’s hand tighten around yours.

The king was silent for a while, but finally gave an acquiescent sigh. “Very well.”

The two of you smiled but kept your composure, bowing to the king and turning to your grandparents. They pulled you both in for a hug as you thanked them, saying they were eager to get to know their new grandchildren, and your heart skipped a beat at those words. You didn’t hear anything else after that, your focus entirely mesmerized by Chan who was pulling you towards the door, your pace quickening before breaking into a run as you left the castle, heading for the stables. You rounded the building first, then felt him reach around your waist as he gathered you in his arms and spun you around, laughing his brilliant laugh and pulling you close to him as he placed you back on the ground by the pond.

“Does this mean I have to call you “Your Highness” now?” he asked, giggling at your stunned face from the use of the term.

You playfully put your hands up to shove him, but he captured them in his own, kissing your knuckles and bringing your palms to rest on his chest. You could feel his heart beating as you knelt your head to meet his and heard his soft voice ask.

“Y/n, will you marry me?”

You had never been happier to say yes.

Epilogue | Kingdom of Gu, 1 year later

You were standing in front of the mirror, your mother behind you pinning your hair into an extravagant twist when a joking voice came from the door.

“I’m not interrupting anything, am I?” You turned to see the smiling face of the queen of Lajor.

“Korenna!” you exclaimed, dancing happily in place, too afraid to move while your mother continued her styling as your friend came to sit next to you.

“You look stunning, Y/n, truly. Chris is going to lose it when he sees you.”

Chris, your mind echoed lovingly. You’re marrying Chris today.

“And how come I don’t get a hello from my favorite little princess?” you teased.

“Paige is a bit preoccupied practicing her petal tossing abilities with her Uncle Felix,” her sister responded. “She definitely has the upper hand in technique, but I’m not sure who looked cuter in the flower crown.”

“Speaking of flower crowns,” your mother said, turning you to face her, “Chris left this for you.”

You looked down at her hands where she held a sealed letter, on top of which rested a single wildflower.

Your mother saw the tears prick in your eyes and started to gather up her things, motioning to Korenna. “Let’s give Y/n a moment before the ceremony while we - Oh! Your Majesty, my apologies, I didn’t see you there.”

You turned to see King Bang milling awkwardly at the entrance of the room. Putting the gift from Chan down, you ushered your mother and Korenna out then came to sit in front of his father.

The two of you had avoided each other as much as possible over the last year, which hadn’t exactly been hard since you had moved with your mother to Miroh to catch up on all the instruction you’d missed these past twenty-three years. You’d seen him at the Four Kingdom Competition and at various dinners and balls, but Chan always made it a point to keep you as far away from him as possible. You weren’t going to complain about it to your fiance, but you’d almost wished he’d let the two of you talk, tension clearly still lingering between you. And though this visit was unexpected, considering you were going to be family after today, now seemed just as good a time as any.

“What can I do for you, Your Majesty?”

“Actually, Y/n, I-I came here to apologize,” the king said, his voice sounding almost as taken aback as you felt. “I have spent my whole life avoiding saying that phrase, but I realize now you are one of the few people I feel I really must say it to.” He took a deep breath before he continued. “I’m sorry for the death of your father, I’m sorry for my insults and threats over the years, and I’m sorry for trying to keep you and Christopher from being together. I had no right to try to do that, whether you were noble-born or not.” He paused, and you could tell it was getting harder for him to keep his voice steady. “After my wife died… I had this blind rage I felt towards everyone, but especially towards you, and when I finally took the time to analyze it, I realized I had been jealous. Jealous of your skill and your talent, but mostly jealous of my son’s devotion to you. This year has shown me that I was wrong to think his love for you would turn him away from me or his responsibilities; in fact, his happiness at being with you has only strengthened our relationship and made him a more present, more thoughtful ruler. So I came to apologize, and to thank you for bringing the light back to my son’s eyes.”

You were stunned, but grateful, and the king seemed to read that in the expression on your face. “You don’t need to say anything,” he said, standing up and heading for the door, “I just wanted you to know.”

You stopped him before he could leave, placing a hand on his arm. “Thank you.”

He nodded and shut the door, leaving you alone. You turned your attention back to the envelope on the desk and gently opened it, unfolding the paper in one hand and holding the blossom in the other.

Y/n,

Since the beginning, my love for you has grown like the roots of a flower. Even on this day, we are but tiny buds, only just beginning to sprout. I look forward to every day we’ll spend in the garden, tending to our love until we reach full bloom. And just as flowers slowly fade, may we grow old together, enjoying the memories of those sunny days when we used to ride through the meadows we planted. Know that my love for you will remain long after our petals are reclaimed by the earth, my beautiful wildflower.

Yours forever,

Chris

You held back the tears threatening to spill down your cheeks, placed the flower in your hair behind your ear with trembling hands, and walked out to meet your mother standing at the entrance to the courtyard.

She took your arm in hers as you made your way to the aisle. You saw Minho and Felix on the right, both grinning from ear to ear, and Korenna and Paige on the left, the younger’s sparkling dress and tiny braid matching the elder’s. And in the center you saw Chan, looking to be on the verge of tears, but his blinding smile on full display. Your mother walked you to him, your gown glinting in the light of the setting sun. He took your hand in his and held it while the priest recited the hymns and blessed your marriage, pronouncing you husband and wife.

Later, while the celebration was in full swing inside the ballroom, the two of you made your way out to the balcony. He took you into his arms, both of you swaying to the music floating out on the breeze.

“You look breathtaking tonight,” Chan whispered.

“You told me that earlier, Your Highness,” you responded, wiggling your eyebrows at the term he used to hate, recalling the conversation you’d had the first time you shared a dance on the balcony.

“I know,” he said smiling, catching on to your words. “I wanted to tell you again.”

You pulled his lips to yours, kissing him before whispering, “We’re married.”

“I know that too,” he responded, the two of you giggling and bringing your foreheads together. He reached up to tuck your hair that had come loose behind your ear, revealing the flower, and you let the feeling of peace wash over you, knowing you had a lifetime together.

“I love you, Chris.”

“I love you too, Y/n.”

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witches-and-cows · 4 years ago

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My Fics

a link to all my fics in one post !!

BROADCHURCH

call me alec - alec hardy / fem!single mom!reader

SYNOPSIS: “[name], you should’ve been an artist, ‘stead of a bloody receptionist.” “well, we don’t all get what we want; i’m doing enough to support me and my kid.”

WARNINGS: fem!single mom!reader, kisses

kiss in the cold - alec hardy / fem!reader

SYNOPSIS: Alec is very much fond of [Name], but not too fond of the cold settling over Broadchurch.

WARNINGS: fem!reader, kisses, a little bit of suggestive dialogue

a symphony - alec hardy / gn!reader

SYNOPSIS: alec hardy loves the symphony that swells in his chest when he's with you

WARNINGS: cursing, sad fluff, based on 'i hear a symphony' by cody fry, gender-neutral!reader

here for you - alec hardy / gn!reader

SYNOPSIS: alec does his best to comfort you after a bad nightmare

WARNINGS: cursing, nightmares, kissing

GOOD OMENS

kisses and cocoa - aziracrow (or ineffable wives) / fem!child!reader

SYNOPSIS || just a little down time in the snow with our favorite angel and demon, and their baby girl

WARNINGS || fem!toddler!reader, it’s the wives cuz honestly i love them and they deserve more, reader is like, 5

bullies - parent!ineffable husbands / teen!non-binary!reader, ineffable husbands

SYNOPSIS || [Name] is being harassed relentlessly, so much so that their parents have to step in

WARNING || cursing, lgbtphobia (specifically transphobia and/or enbyphobia)

are you trying to romance me? - ineffable spouses / fem!reader

SYNOPSIS || an Ineffable Spouses x Reader, where the reader is a prophetess that Aziraphale brings back to the book shop and she kind of flirts with both Crowley and Aziraphale?

WARNINGS || fem!reader (tho i don’t really use any pronouns besides ‘you’)

first time for everything - crowley / gender-neutral!reader

SYNOPSIS || crowley's never been kissed. you remedy that

WARNING(S) || cursing, making out, implied smut, yada yada yada

hugs and other intamacies (with an angel and a demon) - aziraphale / crowley / gender-neutral!reader

SYNOPSIS || just a celebratory night in after armageddon’t

WARNING(S) || kisses, suggestive dialogue, implied smut, cuddling, hugs

MARVEL

"thanks" - jessica jones / fem!cage!reader

SYNOPSIS: just jessica being amazing and your brother being overprotective

WARNING(S): cursing, reader is luke cage’s sister <333 i’m gonna start using all lowercase i’m tired lol

love, a little too complicated pt. 2 - jessica jones / fem!reader

SYNOPSIS: jessica jones loves her girlfriend. but it takes a dire situation for her to realize

WARNING(S): kilgrave being an ass, (minimal) cursing, blood, implied assault (sexual and otherwise)

warped reality - peter parker / fem!reader

SYNOPSIS: “Could you please do a Peter Parker x reader? Where the reader has the same powers of Wanda? And in the end of the infinity war she thought she lost him and created her own reality where everyone is alive and well. The more she spends on her on reality the more she becomes insane and becomes the next *cough cough* villainess of the next spiderman movie.”

WARNING(S): a lil bit of cursing, follows the plot of wandavision LOOSELY, like, same synopsis, might be a series???? also i’m aging both peter and the reader up to 18, to better fit the plot

cuddle time - wanda maximoff / gender-neutral!reader

SYNOPSIS: “hi :)! can i request a fic with wanda maximoff (mcu) based on “You took all the pillows so I’m using you as one,”? gender neutral reader please 👉👈”

WARNING(S): fluff !!! neutral reader, small swear

PRODIGAL SON

meeting the (definitely homicidal) parent - malcolm bright / gender-neutral!reader

SYNOPSIS: malcolm unintentionally takes his partner to meet his father, The Surgeon.

WARNING(S): cursing (minimal but still), martin whitly being...himself

come again soon pt 2. - martin whitly / fem!reader

SYNOPSIS: "Could you do a fic with Martin Whitly, where reader is making a documentary about The Surgeon and she goes to interview him, but he starts to flirt with her and throws her off her game, just so she’ll have to come see him again. Please and thanks. (So glad to find someone else who writes for Prodigal Son!)"

WARNING(S): not much, actually

SUPERNATURAL

no matter what - dean winchester / gender-neutral!reader

SYNOPSIS: "Hi! I was wondering if you could please write an X reader for either Sam or Dean Winchester (whoever you want to write for is fine, I don’t have a preference) where the reader comes out to him as panromantic asexual and wants to see if that is okay with him. Thank you 😊"

WARNING(S): gender-neutral!reader, fluffy fluff

THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY

are you saying i'm not romantic? - diego hargreeves / male!reader

SYNOPSIS: "Are you saying I’m not romantic?" - Diego Hargreeves x male reader (if you're comfortable with that?) maybe where the Reader and Diego get separated at the end of season 1 and find each other in season 2 and share their first kiss or something?? (if you decide to write this please no smut? I don't really like that😅)

WARNING(S): one homophobic guy, a smooch

ALEX RIDER

nothing yet !!!

DOCTOR WHO

nothing yet !!!

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thirstyforcharacters · 3 years ago

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Welcome Home (Sam Wilson x Reader)

Summary: After being away for two months on a mission, Sam has finally returned home for his loving wife. Y/n makes sure that their reuniting is both sweet and spicy.

Notes: Hi!!! It’s been a while, hasn’t it? I probably still won’t be quite as active on this account as I used to be, but I will definitely be back to post some new fics, like this cute one I thought up! I was running low on inspo, so I watched Ant Man yesterday, and the .5 seconds with Sam in it made me want to write this! I hope you like this one bc I really do!!!

Warnings: smut!! 18+ only!! oral sex (m receiving), unprotected sex (they’re married tho so it’s fine), sleepy morning sex :)

WC: 1.3 k

Sam was so excited to be home. He had been gone nearly two months, which was a month longer than originally intended. The mission in Barcelona, Spain was to sniff out one of the world’s most notorious mob bosses, but when it turned out that he also had connections to Hydra (it seemed like everyone did these days), he and Bucky stayed longer to take down Hydra’s Barcelonian sect. They were hoping it would take a week, max, but it ended up consuming another full month. But now, Sam was finally home, and was able to return to his loving wife.

He arrived home at exactly 2:54 am (not that he was counting), and their home was quiet. All of the lights were off, and the only sound he could hear was the snoring of Macaroni, their chunky bulldog. He couldn’t help but smile as he passed the sleeping creature, excited to start going on walks with him again. Sam made his way upstairs cautiously and crept down the hallway, the creaky floorboards threatening to disturb the peace as he took every step. He turned the doorknob to their shared bedroom and slowly pushed the door open, and was relieved to see that despite their noisey floor, his wife was still fast asleep. He smiled at her sleeping form, which was clad only in one of his t-shirts and clutching his pillow to her chest. He placed the bag containing his uniform on the floor, foregoing putting it away properly to climb into bed beside his beloved. He carefully removed the pillow from her iron grip and wrapped his arms around her waist, falling asleep almost instantly. He supposed he didn’t realize how exhausted he was.

When Y/n awoke the next morning, the first thing she noticed was the sun streaming through their curtains. The second was the uniform bag haphazardly strewn on the floor. And the third was her husband’s muscular arms wrapped around her waist. A sleepy grin stretched across her face, and she turned over in Sam’s arms to look at his face. He looked so at peace; a small smile was on his face, and when he was sleeping, the almost permanent crease in his brow was erased. She gently brushed her thumb over his cheek, wanting to take in the picture in front of her. But soon, she found herself wanting something else. Her gaze fell from his sleeping face to his shirtless torso, and she grazed the digits that touched his face down his abdomen. Sam shifted slightly in his sleep, but didn’t wake. Good. She wanted to wake him up herself.

Slowly, Y/n turned Sam so that he was lying on his back. She replaced her fingers with her lips, softly dotting kisses down his abs until she reached his pantline. She tugged his sweatpants down slowly, still not wanting to wake him. She did the same with his boxers, pulling the offending materials off of his legs. After throwing the materials on the floor, she returned to her husband’s side. Leaning forward, she gently took his now exposed cock in her hand, stroking it a few times to get it to full hardness. By now, Sam was starting to stir above her, and she knew she had to be a little quicker. A few kitten licks were placed at the head of his cock before leaning up and giving his balls the same treatment. Y/n could hear a few soft whimpers from above her, and she felt a pair of hands making their way into her hair.

She pulled back from him, looking her husband in the eyes for the first time in months as she crooned, “Good morning, honey. Welcome home.”

His eyes were wide, and still hazy with sleep. His lips were parted as she lowered her head back down and licked stripes up his cock.

“You’re a fucking dream, baby. Missed you so much,” he whispered huskily.

She pulled back again, “Missed you, too,” before sucking the head into her mouth.

He moaned softly, gently guiding her head further down onto his cock. She went pliantly, able to take everything he was giving her. That was the benefit of being married for 5 years, she supposed. Her nose soon brushed his pelvis, and she felt one of Sam’s hands move from holding her head to grasping her hand, rubbing it with his thumb.

“That’s perfect, Y/n. Always make me feel so good,” Sam praised, enjoying the soft moan that fell from her lips in reply.

Too soon, his cock twitched in her mouth, signaling his eminent release. But instead of letting him cum, she pulled her mouth off of him, pressing a kiss to the tip.

“Don’t want you to cum yet, Sam. Wanna ride you first,” she explained.

He nodded, moving to sit up as his wife moved to straddle his waist.

Sam ran his thumb against her cheek and murmured, “You’re so beautiful, Y/n. Don’t know how I got so lucky.”

“Thank you, Sammy. I got lucky too, you know. Just wish you were home a little bit more,” Y/n replied with a fond smile on her face.

Sam smiled sadly, “Sorry, honey. Wish I could be home more too, but-”

“I know, you need to go be a hero,” Y/n interrupted, “just promise you’ll come back to me every time, like you did this time.”

“I promise, my love. Every time.”

At his words, she slowly sunk down onto his cock, moaning softly at the stretch. Every time he’d return home from a long mission, it felt like the first time. She had to get used to his size all over again. But though the stretch burned slightly, it felt so damned good.

Sam’s own sounds of pleasure fell from his lips as her snug walls enveloped him. It was like coming home. He knew that no matter what happened outside of the walls of their home, he would come home to her and everything would be okay.

Before long, Y/n was bouncing on his cock. She set a slow, steady pace, her tits bouncing slightly with her movements as his hands gently cradled her hips. It was soft and sweet, perfect for an early morning, and even more perfect for their first time in two months. Soft whispers of “I love you” were exchanged, and the only other sound that could be heard was the gentle slapping of skin against skin. She leaned down and pressed loving kisses to his lips, which he eagerly returned as he guided her movements on his cock.

Soon, they were both close. One of Sam’s hands moved to Y/n center, rubbing her clit, while Y/n sped up her pace slightly, hoping to have him cum along with her. As soon as Sam toyed with her clit, she reached her high, gasping out her husband’s name like a mantra as her orgasm flowed through her. It was a pleasant warmth, washing through the tips of her fingers to the tips of her toes, like ocean water on a hot summer day. The tightening of her pussy brough Sam over the edge, as ribbons of cum coated her walls.

The two reunited lovers were silent for a moment, only their breathing filling the silence of the room. It felt good to finally be back together, after having been separated for so long. Soon, though, Y/n climbed off of Sam and flopped onto the bed beside him. Sam got up from the bed and wandered to their bathroom, coming out with a warm washcloth. He gently cleaned her off, and did the same for himself before returning to her side. They faced each other, placing warm kisses on the other’s lips, happy to be back in each others’ arms. Though they both knew that someday soon, Sam would have to leave again, they found solace in moments like these, where the only thing in the world that mattered was each other.

#sam wilson #sam wilson x reader #sam wilson smut #sam wilson x y/n #sam wilson x you #sam wilson fic #sam wilson fanfiction #sam wilson fanfic #sam wilson one shot #sam wilson imagine #sam wilson blurb #falcon #falcon x reader #falcon x y/n #falcon x you #falcon fanfiction #falcon smut

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ssomething-vague · 3 years ago

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Renewal Master List

Hi. I'm writing Renewal on AO3, and for some reason I thought I should try posting it here as well? idk, I'm old and I haven't used Tumblr in more than a decade. But I see lots of my fave OL fic writers here so...?

Anyway. Renewal can be found on my AO3 account, ssomethingvague.

Summary: It was odd, having another person in the house. Jamie supposed this was what he was working toward, though—the rooms of the old lady full, bringing her to life again. A refuge, a gathering place. And he couldn’t deny it pleased him to see that someone like Claire could relax a bit in Lallybroch’s embrace.

The days of the Lairds of Broch Tuarach are long gone, but Jamie Fraser hasn’t given up on Lallybroch. And when newly widowed Claire Beauchamp arrives at the estate by chance, he jumps at the opportunity for help as he works to give his ancestral home new life.

Fandom: Outlander (TV), Outlander Series - Diana Gabaldon Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Claire Beauchamp/Jamie Fraser Characters: Jamie Fraser, Claire Beauchamp, Jenny Fraser, Rupert MacKenzie, Dougal MacKenzie, Ned Gowan, Ian Murray, Minor Characters, Lord John Grey, Glenna FitzGibbons, Angus Mhor Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Slow Burn, Light Angst, Fluff, Slow Romance, Mutual Pining, Alternate Universe - Bed & Breakfast, renovation, Strangers to Lovers, Smut, Smut Starts Chapter 14, You're Welcome, ...and there was only one bed Series: Part 1 of Renewal Universe

Chapter list and summaries below the jump. The summaries are pretty vague but there are some light spoilers, so if you want to be surprised, just start at the beginning.

Chapter 1: Stuck Claire Beauchamp gets lost in the Highlands after leaving her home following her husband's death.

Chapter 2: The Arrangement Jamie and Claire come to an agreement.

Chapter 3: Gone to Ground Claire tackles her first project, and Jamie has a run-in with his uncle.

Chapter 4: Spring Awakening A sprouting and an unexpected visitor.

Chapter 5: The Truth Will Out Claire shares a little bit about Frank. Jamie runs into trouble.

Chapter 6: The Fall Jamie tells his story.

Chapter 7: A Solicitation Claire won’t take no for an answer. *Brief mention of a NSFW moment*

Chapter 8: All In The Details Claire deals with the aftermath of her conversation with Jamie. Jenny has an idea.

Chapter 9: A Fine Mist Jamie and Claire go to see Ned Gowan.

Chapter 10: Secrets, Not Lies Jenny arrives and preparations for the surprise take shape.

Chapter 11: Lord And Laird Jamie's birthday arrives.

Chapter 12: Into The Fire The real festivities begin.

Chapter 13: The Small Hours Claire and Jamie spend the night together.

Chapter 14: Say If You Do Jamie and Claire make up, and then make up. *NSFW*

Chapter 15: The First Jamie and Claire hit a big first together.

Chapter 16: Eyes To The Heavens Jamie takes Claire on a date. *NSFW*

Chapter 17: Hot Blood Jamie and Claire make it to a bed. Bathroom renovations begin. *NSFW* Side note, I wrote a very smutty one-shot that occurs sometime during the time jump in this chapter. So feel free to pop over to that one if that's your thing. A Sound Investment

Chapter 18: Chocks Away Claire berates Jamie. Jamie puts his foot in his mouth. A delivery, and a phone call.

Chapter 19: Salve Regina Construction on the main house ramps up. And then, something unexpected. Content Warning on end note.

I'll continue adding chapters here as I publish them, and I'll do announcements in a separate post.

#outlander #outlander fanfic #jamie x claire #j&c smut #read on ao3 #outlander modern au

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lunapwrites · 3 years ago

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AO3 Stats Tag

Thanks @jmilzwrites for the tag!

How many works do you have on AO3?

I have 26 published works.

What's your total AO3 word count?

I have apparently published 162,757 words in total.

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

I am strictly a Harry Potter author. Maybe some day I'll add something else to my collection haha. Probably Dragon Age, if I'm going to be perfectly honest with myself.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1) When the Moon Rises to Meet the Stars (hard 18+!!!!) 2) for him. 3) Louder Than Love 4) A Matter of Interpretation 5) The Great Biscuit Calamity of 1978, and Other Such Disasters

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I respond to everyone that comments (except for like... one comment I got on Moon, but it was only because I was very unsure of the spirit in which the comment was meant and I overthought it and proceeded to push it under the metaphorical rug to not address ever lol.) But aside from that, I just like reaching out to people and letting them know that I do see their comments and it really means a lot to me to read their thoughts. :) I also like making friends, and if I can make friends in the comments, then that's all the better!

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

Red, probably haha. I mean I've written a lot of angst, but that one is... it's just whump.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

I had someone yell at me for taking the Marauders' side in A Matter of Interpretation, which led me to believe that they didn't actually read the fic, because the literal entire point was that the actual "bad guy" for The Prank changes depending on who is telling the story. But hey.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

(eyes Moon) yeah... so apparently my brand is safe, sane, and consensual kink in which I talk around the bits more than I refer to them directly, and more headspace and emotions than mechanics. I will say that if you like the tags in Moon, I think I'm handling some of those things a bit more effectively in the few scenes in LTL where this has come up (such as the most unintentionally erotic language lesson) so if you're not completely put off by the relationship tags, I do highly recommend it! Especially since Moon was literally the first smut I have ever written... ever.... and part of me wants to bury it in the sand. XD

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of!

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope!

What's your all time favorite ship?

I have a WEAKNESS for Wolfstar. They're super versatile in terms of writing subject. (I do like Hinny for fluff pieces though.)

What's a WIP that you want to finish, but don't think that you ever will?

Honest answer: No Code (I'm not even going to link it.) I made the mistake of posting the sequel to Louder Than Love at the same time that I was working on Louder Than Love, and I hadn't actually mapped anything out correctly at all. A lot of the overarching plot points are still going to be the same, in terms of what the end game is, but I really am not happy with how it gets there, and some major beats have moved away from the way that I have them written there. So I think it's less that I'm not going to finish it, and more that I'm going to rewrite the whole bloody thing, and probably put it all in order to boot.

What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue for sure, particularly banter. Remus Lupin. Just... Remus. XD And probably also writing train of thought.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Telling, repetition, letting the wheels fall off the banter bus (ie: the feedback loop of snark that is Remus and Sirius), plotting in general (working on it!!), and tagging dialogue. I've got weird dialogue tags I've discovered, and I've got a thing about leading directly into dialogue with a tag first, so I have to put it on a separate line, and it's just... ugh. I can't explain why I can't lead with the tag on the same line, because I have no issues when others do it, but when I do it, it's WRONG. It feels wrong, it looks wrong, and the whole universe is going to die if I keep it. So I don't.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in fic?

Well I'm just gonna point at myself here... use it sparingly. I had to go back and edit a buttload of stuff in Moon and No Code because I had too much fucking Welsh and I was nowhere near proficient enough in it to be able to write it as confidently as I was. It can also make things very difficult for readers and pull them out of your scene if you go too hard. Now on the flip side, there's a scene I have in LTL where Remus is falling asleep and his inner monologue switches from English to Wenglish to straight up Welsh as he falls deeper asleep, and it gets more and more disjointed and associative. This is purposeful: it's not supposed to make sense to the reader. So to that end, it's like... if it makes sense narratively and isn't going to trip your readers up too much, then go for it.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

The first fandom I published for is Harry Potter... but the first I wrote anything for was... probably Dragonball Z.

What is your favorite fic that you've written?

This is a very hard question. I like Red a lot because I literally wrote that as if I had been suddenly possessed, and it shows. I like Louder Than Love a lot because I've put so much work into it and it's really coming along beautifully (I'm just perpetually annoyed by the first few chapters lol.) And I really, really enjoy Lost Dogs because it was such a challenge to write, and I think that the images I managed to pull out in such small word counts were more powerful for it. But if I had to go with a favorite... Numb (Phobos I) from my Satellites series, which was originally published here. I love Peter in it. I love the way that he and Remus talk to each other. I love the palpable spite in the air. I love the fact that there's a real past between them, that the hurt is still so raw. I so rarely get to see people in the fandom explore Peter at all, ESPECIALLY Wolfstar folks, because most prefer to not address him at all. But he's a constant specter in the background of LTL as well, and Numb is a sort of "What if" taken from that Universe. It may not be my cleanest or most cohesive work, but it's the one that keeps me awake at night.

That was fun!! Tagging in @impishtubist @wanderingbandurria @allalrightagain and anyone else who would like to play! <3

#tag game #ao3 stats #writing #my writing #fanfiction #hp

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janicho88 · 4 years ago

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Unlocking Secrets

Pairing-Dean x Reader

Word count- 3928

Warning- Slight angst, little fluff, implied smut, injured reader and angry Dean.

A/N-This is for @deanwanddamons and @impaladreamers’ I do get that reference writing challenge. The show I chose was I Love Lucy. For this fic, Gabriel didn’t go into hiding after season 5.

Summary- Things have been a little rough between you and your best friend lately. Is he tired of having you around. A rough hunt, and a trick or two bring secrets to light in a different world.

You were so relieved to be walking back into the bunker after this last hunt. It had been a rough one to say the least, and ended up with you and Dean arguing again.

The three of you had gone after a small pack of werewolves, assuming there were only 5 of them. Entering the abandoned house they were occupying you had quickly realized that number was oh so wrong. There were easily 9 in the room you and Dean walked into, and you heard more in the back where Sam was to enter from.

It was a struggle but you finally managed to take them all down, but not before you ended up hurt. Out of the corner of your eye you saw one sneaking up behind Dean, claws out, without thinking you pushed him out of the way. He turned in time to see the monster’s claws shred through your shirt and skin across your side and stomach. Quickly firing he took down the last one as Sam came bursting through the doorway.

Sam rushed to your side seeing the blood flowing from your cuts, he pulled your flannel off to hold against your open wounds while he helped you outside to the car. Dean was notably absent as you made your way out. While Sam was tending to you outside Dean had gone back to the house with gas and matches to take care of the mess.

Back at the hotel, Sam was the one who stitched up your wounds when Dean dropped you off and sped out of the lot. After a shower to wash away the blood and grime from the hunt you exited the bathroom towel drying your hair and spotted Dean sitting on your shared bed. Coming closer you could smell the alcohol on him, guess that’s where he went when he left.

“Why the hell would you do that, what were you thinking?” Dean suddenly yelled.

“What?” You were shocked at the anger coming from the oldest Winchester.

“You put yourself in danger, why would you do that? If he had gotten you a few inches higher or even a little deeper, you wouldn’t be standing here right now.”

“Dean, if I didn’t push you away it would have been you! I don’t want to lose you. I’m fine, it’s a cut, a deep one, but still a cut it will heal soon.”

“I can handle myself, I don’t need you getting in the way.” Dean scoffed, grabbed his bag and headed out to the car shaking his head. The ride home started out fairly quiet each of you in your own thoughts until Dean noticed Sam going through his phone. “What are you thinking out?”

“I’m just checking the news.”

“We barely finished this one, you aren’t looking for another case are you?”

“Just seeing what was going on in the towns we are passing through, it’s no big deal Dean.”

“The last thing we need right now is another case for Y/N, to make some stupid move and end up hurt again.”

That comment from Dean got your attention quick. “I’m sorry, what did you say Winchester?”

Dean glanced back at you with a hard look, “You heard me Y/N, we don’t need to worry about you making another reckless move.”

“Saving your life was a reckless move? Sorry I won’t make that mistake again!” Turning yourself to stare out the window instead of looking at the hunter in the front seat mindlessly watching the world go by. You had known the Winchesters since you were 12, having met them at your uncle Bobby’s when you went to live with him. It took a little bit to gain Dean’s trust, but he had become your best friend. He was also the man who stole your heart, but that was your little secret. You had spent many nights of your teens, and even recently dreaming of green eyes, and endless freckles. Sam and you had more of a brother sister relationship, with him being two years younger. Recently though it seemed you and Dean were fighting more than getting along.

Back at the bunker you headed to your room to change into comfy clothes to just hang out in. Sam disappeared to his room, and you figured Dean went to another bar. Heading to the kitchen you grabbed a snack and drink before making your way to the Dean Cave to get lost in a show. Settling yourself on the couch you started flipping channels to see what’s on. A swoosh next to you had you jumping then grabbing your injured side from the movement.

“Seriously?! Warn a girl next time, Gabe.”

“Sorry, sweet cheeks. What’s wrong with you tonight?”

“Nothing, I’m fine.” You turned back to flipping through the channels and ignoring the Archangel next to you. He might not get along with the guys too well, but he had taken a liking to you. Appointing himself your guardian angel after meeting. Although sometimes he was a bit slow to reach you.

“Yeah, you’re fine and I’m the serious brother. Hey, wait, leave it here.”

You turned back to look at the TV and saw the black and white screen with the beginning of I Love Lucy. “Not that I don’t enjoy this show from time to time, but YOU want to watch this?”

“Uh yeah. She’s a comedy genius.”

Settling back into the couch you hear the familiar “Lucy I’m home!” When Ricky entered the apartment, laughing at the trouble Lucy got herself into. It was at the end credits of the first episode and just before the next began that Gabriel asked again what was wrong. You could either tell him or risk him going through your thoughts himself.

“I had a fight with Dean at the end of the last hunt.” You went on to explain everything that happened on the hunt, at the motel and during the ride back home. “I don’t know, it just seems like we fight more than anything else anymore. Maybe it’s time for me to go, I’ve been living with them since we lost Uncle Bobby. I guess I’ve just worn out my welcome.” You didn’t want to leave your home, or the guys, but you couldn’t keep this up with Dean. As much as it would hurt to leave your best friends and only family you had, all this fighting was worse. It just made it clear that your feelings aren't reciprocated. You weren’t the type of girl Dean would go for, the fact he never tried driving that truth home.

Gabriel leaned over and put his fingers to your forehead and healed your new wound. He knew there was more you weren’t saying. Not that long ago you had drunkenly confessed your feelings for the older Winchester to him, although you didn’t remember the following morning.

You settled back into watching the next episode of Lucy. She jokingly handcuffed herself to Ricky but they weren’t the joke handcuffs she thought. Ethel came back to warn her with Fred trailing behind, but they were too late. There wasn’t a key to this pair so they couldn’t separate. They had to wait for a locksmith who wouldn’t arrive till the next day. Of course because it was Lucy, there were a few hiccups along the way.

Down the hall from the Dean Cave, in the kitchen Dean was grabbing another beer out of the refrigerator when a swoosh came right behind him. “Dammit Cas, what have I told you about this?”

“Sorry Dean, I sensed your distress and came as soon as I could.”

“Cas, I didn't call you. Since you’re here, Y/N, was hurt on this hunt if you could go heal her.”

Cas disappeared to your room, not finding you there he discovered you with Gabe and assumed his brother had taken care of you. Returning to Dean he again asked what was causing him such misery. Dean didn’t answer and just sat drinking his beer.

“Does it have something to do with your feelings for Y/N?”

Spitting out his beer, Dean turned round eyes on Cas. “What? I don’t know what you are talking about man.” Dean got up and left heading to the Dean Cave to get his mind off tonight. Walking into the room he stopped when he saw Y/N on the couch curled into Gabriel’s side. The jealousy started to bubble up in him and he had to fight to push it down.

Hearing a noise behind you, you turned around to see Dean in the doorway glaring at you. “Don’t worry shows over, we were just leaving.” You two get off the couch and head out, but you don’t see the searching look Gabe is giving Dean. Parting from your friend in the hall you head to your room to call it a night and figure out what you were going to do.

Gabriel headed to the library where Castiel was sitting browsing through a book.

“What is going on with your boyfriend?”

Cas glanced up from his reading “I’m not sure of the question. I have friends that are of the male kind, I don’t know what’s going on them though. In the way that some humans use the term I don’t have... ”

“Nevermind.” Shaking his head, Gabriel sat down across from him, “What’s Dean’s problem?”

“Y/n.”

“Do you want to expand on that and tell me why he suddenly hates his best friend?”

“I wasn’t aware that he did, that is new since I saw him recently.”

He stared at Castiel a moment before talking, “If he doesn’t hate her, why are they fighting so much?”

“It could have something to do with his feelings for her that I sense, but he never answers me about them. I often feel distress coming from him when he is thinking about those feelings.”

“Cassie, not sure if you have been any help or not.” Gabriel got up and walked back toward the Dean Cave thinking over what Cas said, what he felt from you, and the look in Dean’s eyes when he saw you curled into the angel’s side. When he got to the door he noticed Dean hadn’t changed the channel and was just staring into space, Lucy causing chaos in the background. The trickster knew what was needed.

You woke up on your back with your left arm stretched out to the side, trying to move it to roll on to your right side proved to be difficult. Opening your eyes, you didn’t recognize the room you were in, turning you saw a man beside you facing the other way. It took your sleepy mind a minute to recognize Dean, and another to realize your left hand was connected to him. Wait, that is Dean right, everything was darker than usual. Were you on a hunt? Thinking as hard as your partially sleeping mind could, you didn't remember one.

“Dean, Dean.” You tried to carefully wake him. When that didn’t work you softly tapped his hand that was stuck to yours.

“What, What!” He shot up looking for the reason he was awake. “Where’s my gun?” Turning over he saw you behind him. “What are you doing in my room?” He turned back around looking around as he did. “This isn’t my room…. it’s not yours either. Something doesn’t look right.” He went to run a hand down his face only to discover it was heavier than usual. Upon closer inspection he found the handcuffs that connected you both.

“What the hell?”

“I don’t know I woke up just before you did, I could have sworn I fell asleep in my room last night and I don’t remember leaving it.”

You glanced over seeing a lamp beside the bed, slightly pulling Dean’s arm with you, you reached for the switch. Turning it on didn’t exactly have the desired effect, but now you know why things looked darker, everything was black and white. The two of you struggled to get up out of the beds and not pull the other’s arm too hard. Leaving the bedroom you went down a hallway that ended in a living room. Slowly turning around the best you could this room was starting to look familiar to you.

“Oh a kitchen, please have coffee.” Dean had spotted the small kitchen through a door in the living room quickly pulling you that way. You recognized this too. Back in the living room waiting for Dean’s coffee the door to the apartment bust open with Sam and Cas running through.

“What happened? Where are we? Why is everything in black and white?” Sam asked.

You couldn’t answer right away because you started laughing too hard. Dean gave you a funny look before turning back to the guys, understanding and joining in on your laughter.

“Cas, man what are you wearing?” The angel looked down in confusion, not understanding why Dean was asking about his clothes.

“I have no idea.”

“I think,” you spoke up when you could, “we are in I Love Lucy, everything is black and white like the show. We must be Ricky and Lucy, this was their apartment. You two must be Fred and Ethel, judging by Cas’ nightgown he’s Ethel. How did you know where to find us? They lived in an apartment building, did you search all the rooms?”

“This was the only floor the elevator would go to , and none of the other doors actually work.”

“Why are we here?” Dean angrily asked.

“I don’t kn..,” you were interrupted before you could finish your sentence.

“Lucy, I’m home! Man, I could have annoyed my brother for centuries with that line” Gabriel came walking in the front door dressed in one of Ricky’s outfits.

“What did you do?” You rounded on the archangel.

“You two morons need to talk, you um, got some ‘splainin to do. This episode sparked the idea. This way,” he pointed to your joined hands, “neither one of you can walk away from the other.”

“Son of a bitch!” Dean hollered turning toward the shorter angel. “Get us out of here, now!”

“Ah, no can do, Deano. None of you are going anywhere till you two talk this out. When you have everything out in the open, the cuffs will release and you will be transported back home. Nothing else will set you free. Have a nice chat kids!” With that he was gone again.

“What does he think we need to get out?” Dean tries to throw up both arms, but the one connected with yours didn’t move too well.

“It might have something to do with the distress you feel everytime you think of Y/N.” Cas injected. “He was curious about your problem, last night.”

Missing Dean turn to glare at his friend. You faced away from the three guys so they couldn’t see the hurt on your face. Doing your best to keep the tears at bay you took a deep breath. There was your answer, you had overstayed your welcome with the guys.

“When we get back home, I’ve realized it’s time for me to go.”

“Go where?” Sam was the first to ask.

“I don’t know yet, maybe see Jody or Donna. I’ve taken advantage of you guys long enough, time for me to stand on my own.”

“Are you getting out of the life?” Sam wanted to know, Dean was watching you with an unreadable look in his eye.

“No, I’m a hunter, Sam. I have been since the vamps came after my parents when I was 12, I’m not walking away from that.”

“So you are making another stupidly reckless decision, huh? Hunting on your own, you know how dangerous that can be Y/N!” You could see the anger in Dean’s green eyes now, but there was something else there too, pain.

“You don’t want me around Dean, why do you care what I do?”

“Who said I don’t want you around?”

“Cas, just said thinking about me distresses you. You ought to feel relief If I’m gone.”

“It isn’t you that brings him distress, Y/N, more the feelings around his thoughts of you.”

“Cas, stop helping,” Dean growled out.

Sam stepped in between the two holding up his hands. “We’re going to go see if there is anything for breakfast in the kitchen. You two start talking about whatever you’re hiding. I’d like to go home sometime this year.” They walked off to the kitchen with Cas telling Sam that he didn’t need food.

The two of you sat down on the couch, neither wanting to speak first. As far as you were concerned, telling the guys you would be leaving was what you needed to get out in the open. Figuring you might as well get this over with so you could move on you turned to face Dean. “So what are you hiding Dean?”

“What makes you think I’m the one hiding something we need to talk about?”

“Cas, Gabe, and the fact that you seem to hate me lately.”

“I don’t hate you. Sweetheart. I could never.”

“Then why have you been so angry lately, we have fought more in the last few months than the past 20 years?”

Sighing Dean looked away before turning back to you. “I can’t keep pretending, so pushing you away was my only option.”

“Can’t keep pretending what?”

Dean tried to get up and walk away forgetting for a moment that he was chained to you. “I can’t keep pretending I don’t care about you.”

“I care about you too, Dean. You’re my best friend.”

“I don’t want to be your friend!” He yelled before you could go on. “You deserve better than me, so I tried to push you away so I wouldn’t get hurt, and so you wouldn’t be close to me to get hurt by some monster.”

“Wait, Dean are you trying to say you like me, you actually have feelings for me?”

Before Dean could reply you heard two loud yeses coming from the kitchen. Closing his eyes and shaking his head Dean turned back to you. “I know I’m not what you want, and like I said you deserve a much better man than me. I didn’t want to lose you as a friend, but I did anyway with my behavior lately. It’s not easy going to the bar, or working a case and seeing some other guy all over you. If you were mad at me, you didn’t want to go with me when I went out. This last hunt when you got hurt, I kept thinking you could have died and it terrified me. I turned that into anger and it came out at you.”

“You haven’t lost me yet Dean.”

“You just said you were leaving and heading out on your own.”

“I didn’t think you wanted me at the bunker anymore. I’ve been in love with my best friend for years, but never thought he would see me that same way. Dean there is no better man for me, than you. I know exactly what it’s like seeing someone else get close to the person you want most. Your one night stands over the years have been utter torture.”

Dean had his free hand on the side of your face while his eyes searched yours before quickly pulling your lips to his. “Oh Sweetheart, I’ve wanted to do that for a very long time.”

“Finally!” Sam yelled from the kitchen doorway.

You leaned in to kiss Dean again when there was a flash of light and you found yourself in the Dean Cave with the guys.

“That Archangel has terrible timing,” Dean muttered leaning toward you once more.

“Or he just likes to interrupt your fun.” Gabe said from right next to you making the both of you jump. He quickly vanished before Dean could hit him, or find an angel blade, but his “You’re welcome” could be heard through the room.

Dean shook his head muttering under his breath before turning back to you. He put an arm around your waist to pull you into him, the other going behind your neck as he leaned down and his lips met yours once more. Both of you getting lost in the kiss as you feel his tongue glide across your lower lip, your mouth opening in response.

The need for oxygen and Sam clearing his throat had you pulling back slightly. Dean’s mouth tried to follow yours before also pulling back. Sam was saying something about you two not dragging him and Cas into your fight next time. You didn’t really catch it, too distracted gazing into the green eyes looking lovingly back at you. Never noticing Sam pulling Cas, who was still in Ethel’s sleeping clothes from the room.

Leaning back in toward Dean your lips connected again, only this time he pulled away. “Hey the cuffs are gone!” Dean exclaimed looking around him to see if they were lying around.

“Um, yeah, Gabriel said we would be released when we got everything out.” You weren’t sure why he was surprised they were gone, or suddenly important enough to stop what you were doing.

“I was going to hang on to them for a, um later time. I guess I can pick up another pair.” The smirk on his facing giving away what exactly he wanted the handcuffs for.

“Who says I don’t have any in my room?” Dean gave you a long look before throwing you over his shoulder and running toward your room.

“Let’s go dig those out, Sweetheart, gotta make up for lost time.”

A few hours later you quietly left your room, leaving Dean sleeping peacefully. Grabbing a drink you headed back down the hall opting for the Dean Cave to think back over your day instead of going to your room and possibly waking Dean. Not that you would mind Dean awake, especially if you had a repeat of what you two spent your afternoon doing. Turning on the tv for some light, you didn’t pay attention to the show. Yesterday, at this time you believed your time with the boys was over, turns out you and Dean just needed to get your secrets out.

“Hey,” you heard a sleepy voice say behind you. “I woke up alone, thinking I had a crazy, but great dream. Then I realized I was naked in your bed, so I was actually lucky enough to have you want me too.”

“Hey,” you replied, turning around and leaning up a little to kiss his scruffy cheek. “Not a dream, just a trickster. Actually trying to be helpful for once.”

Dean walked around to join you on the couch pulling you into him. Both of you looked toward the tv quickly when hearing a familiar voice calling out ‘Lucy, I’m home!’

“Is that?”

“Yeah, I think.” Dean answered.

The Ricky on tv walked forward looking right at you both. “I resent that, I am always helpful when I want to be. Treat her right Deano, or you won’t like the show I send you to next. I’m thinking something on a plane, or killer monster.”

“Okay, thank you for your push Gabe, goodnight.” You shut off the tv while the Archangel was still coming up with somewhere to send Dean.

“I don’t think I’m going to be able to watch Lucy for awhile,” Dean whispered while leaning down to softly kiss your lips.

Thank you for reading!

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yourehomesickiunderstand · 3 years ago

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About/Rules/Verses

Hello, and welcome to my Bofur RP blog. This post is a HUGE wall of text, if you are on desktop and would like to see it a little tidier, please see the separate pages in the sidebar to the right.

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1. Firstly I am over 30, own a house, have a husband, 1 baby, 2 cats, and a wealth of commitments and responsibilities. I will do my best to reply in a timely manner, but will state up front that sometimes life gets in the way.

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3. In addition, I am Mom to a very active toddler who is my priority over writing and who’s nap schedule tends to dictate when I can post.

4. My native language is English, though I can understand French, and a little bit of Spanish and Japanese. Don’t bank on me carrying on a decent conversation in any of those languages though.

About the Blog

1. When I first set up this blog I didn’t realize that secondary blogs can’t follow back, ask, or submit. My main blog name is Saffity, so if you see that blog follow you, it’s me. If I send an ask or submit, I will mention this blog name so you don’t get confused.

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4. I will be tracking #yourehomesickiunderstand so please use that tag with our threads.

Mun’s Playing Style

1. I prefer my Bofur straight. I understand Boffins and other ships and have no qualms with them, I’ve been known to enjoy a good fluff fic once in a while, but this Bofur is straight.

2. Please send me an ask or fan mail if you would like our characters to have an already established relationship, I’m totally cool with it. I respond to all cannon characters as known as it shows in the books or movies, but if you are an OC and want something other than a “Nice to meet you” please let me know first.

3. I’m willing to do some fluffies, but not full on smut, if the thread calls for smut (which will often happen), I’ll fade to black when I’ve gone as far as I feel comfortable with. (Don’t worry, I’ll fade when I’m ready, you’ll never get any angry messages from me about going too far.)

4. Bofur here is multiverse, au, indie, whatever you want to call it. I’m sure he’ll fit into whatever crossover or world you decide to drop him in, he’s very easy going after all.

5. I tend to write in the past tense, third person. If you’d prefer a different style, just let me know and I’ll try to accommodate.

6. I’m bad with my images, so bad! I’m still figuring everything out, so if I’ve royally screwed something up, please let me know and I will delete and repost correctly.

7. I am super okay with editing anything I write if it doesn’t jive with your character or where you want the plot to go, please just let me know.

8. I mainly play on mobile, as such, I’m not able to cut my posts down. Please do so whenever you feel the need/want, I won’t be upset.

Head Cannons that go across all verses

1. Bofur has a Northern Irish accent and his hat, always his hat.

2. Bofur has named his hat Bundushathur, which in Khuzdul means “Cloudyhead” and will sometimes refer to his hat as a sleeping rabbit. If Khuzdul does not exist in the verse (like Modern) then the hat is called Cloudyhead and still referred to as a rabbit.

3. Bofur is the everyman, he isn’t special or high born. He is good natured, friendly, and the world’s best wingman, even if it means connecting someone he pines after with someone else. He would rather see them happy and keep their friendship than try to force his feelings on them or lose their friendship because of his pride.

4. The main characteristic about Bofur is that he is unimportant in the hierarchy of society.

Main Verse - The Hobbit/LOTR

Bofur is 4'6" but fairly thin for a dwarf.

Bofur is a dwarf who’s family line comes from Moria. He is of the mining class. He was born and raised in Ered Luin with his brother. Shortly after Bofur became an adult, his parents died, leaving him to raise his brother. Shortly after that, Bifur was injured in an orc attack. Bofur and Bombur took Bifur in, however there were a number of difficult years as they all got used to Bifur’s new personality.

Once Bifur was stable enough, the brothers decided it would be a good idea to head out and find new customers for their skills. They ended up at Bree, opening up a shop to sell Bifur’s fabulous toys, and offer tinkering services.

During their stay in Bree, Bombur got married to a passing female dwarf and moved his overly large family near the shop. Bifur and Bofur live together in living quarters at the back of the shop, Bombur lived with them until he got married.

Bofur travels around Middle Earth, usually west of the Misty Mountains, and most often between Bree and Ered Luin by way of the Shire. He collects supplies, sells wares, and visits many friends and family that are about the lands.

When Thorin calls for assistance in taking back Erebor, Bofur and his kin lock up their shop and head for the Shire.

After the quest they settle in Erebor, though Bofur heads back to Bree to close up their shop and settle accounts prior to settling in for a long life of enjoying his 14th share of the treasure.

Head Cannons that can totally change if my partner is a Bifur or Bombur

1. Bofur’s father was killed in Moria at the battle of Azanulbizar, his Mother died in an Orc attack when Bofur was in his 40s. He has taken care of his brother ever since.

2. Bofur took Bifur in after Bifur was orphaned as well, the three are like brothers, having shared the experience of loss and growing up together.

3. Bombur stopped speaking after their mother died. Bofur’s tried to get him to speak, and has managed to get him to speak sometimes, but usually just small replies and often with much prodding. Bifur and Bombur use the same sign language to speak to each other and those who don’t speak Khuzdul. Bofur takes care of both of them and is the one who speaks to customers.

Modern Verse

High School

Bofur is not popular, though he’s friendly and basically knows everyone. He enjoys shop class, classical music, and historical literature.

Studious and hard working, Bofur can often be found with his nose in a book, when not sitting on the bleachers playing the tin flute he always has on him.

College Student

Bofur is a TA in college. His major is historical literature, and his goal is to eventually become a professor. His passion is delving into historical fanatasy from cultures other than England and Western Europe.

He enjoys learning languages in order to read what he is researching in its original state.

General Modern Adult

In most modern adult verses Bofur is a general labourer, most often a janitor. If he is a teacher, he teaches music and drama.

Ice Cream Shop

Bofur runs a small home made ice cream shop that is part of a coffee shop run with a companion or family member (his partner can be any member of the company). He makes a variety of flavours, and offers lactose and gluten free varieties.

He prides himself on being able to guess his customers’ favourites on sight (like the movie Chocolat).

Marvel

Bofur is a janitor within shield. He can be found on the helicarrier, within the Avengers training base, or basically anywhere the heroes may be destroying things that need to be cleaned up.

While he is quiet and without powers, he has wisdom and a patient ear to lend to those supers who require a moment to vent.

Star Trek

This is the only verse where Bofur stands out. Bofur is a red shirt, but by some miraculous turn of events, he has gone on a number of away missions and made it back alive. Poor Bofur would love to get off the enterprise with his life, and shirt, in tact, but it appears some of the higher officers like to see him lose his mind and suggest him for more away missions, even if only in jest.

Head cannons that exist in all modern verses

1. Bofur and his family are from Northern Ireland, though Bofur travels around, goes to school abroad, and in general can pop up anywhere in the world.

2. Bofur is short for a male - 5'6", with a stocky build, and fairly strong.

3. Bofur’s younger brother Bombur is still at home (or married with kids depending on their age).

4. Bofur’s parents took Bifur in after he got injured during Armed Forces training, as Bofur’s family lives closer to the rehab resources that Bifur requires.

#out of songs

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darth-void · 4 years ago

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On the Streets of Coruscant Chapter 5

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AN: Thank you for your patience with this fic! I know it’s been a while since I last updated but I got some writers block and then was distracted by writing some other fics on my main blog.

And should out to Kells for being my beta for this chapter!

Warnings: Explicit!! Smut, very small blood-play, oral (m&f receiving)

Words: 2602

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“Do you know him?”

“Who?”

“The man at the bar over there.”

“Yeah, he’s been looking over at you all night.”

You looked over to the bar at this person who was supposedly staring at you. “No, I don’t recognise him.” You tried to play off the situation and turned back to your drink and casually took a sip.

A random stranger, some boring looking male human, was at the bar and looking your way a lot, trying to catch your eye. But you had your eyes set on someone else. You had noticed Maul in the corner of the busy cantina, alone and watching you. You were trying to be casual and not stare at him so much, you were having fun with your friends anyways, don’t want to turn the attention from that.

You were out with fellow senators, the few you are friends with who haven’t left you so far. You figured maybe this time they actually enjoyed your company despite how many times you had declined a night out in favor of working late. You all had decided to visit a cantina that was popular amongst fellow senators and government workers as it was one of the best and closest watering holes to the senate. You were glad to relax a little and have fun catching up, to get away from work for once. Maybe you had a little push to let you get a little loose. You know seeing Maul wasn’t coincidence, either. He was following you and you liked it. The both of you play coy. He doesn’t necessarily want to be seen, and he knows it would be tricky for you to explain to the others about your… relationship.

Maul was sitting at the dark, far end of the establishment and you go up to the refresher and pass him, he follows you and meets you as you two just make out, you can’t be gone long enough for even a quick fuck.

You used both hands and gently took his hood down, then caressed his head around his crown of horns. Maul reached up and took your wrists and pinned them above your head, taking both your hands in one of his. He slowly slid his right hand down your arm, caressing down your side and around to your ass and gave it a sharp squeez. Taking that hand up to your mouth, you bit down on the top of his glove and he slipped his hand out, stuffing the glove in your mouth. He reached down and pulled up your dress and stuck his ungloved hand to your core, taking two fingers and slowly circling your clit and slit. You made a muffled moan as he slid his fingers into your cunt and purposefully pumped them, slowly fingering you.

Suddenly, you brought your hands out of his now loose grip and you grabbed his wrist to reluctantly pull his hand away.

Maul looked for an explanation for why you stopped, his eyes glowing with lust and shadowed with confusion.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you said breathily to Maul. “I can’t take too long in here, my friends will worry.” Maul still looked suspiciously at you for ending the fun so early. “If anyone saw a mysterious dark man follow me in here and I take too long, you know they would send in my security detail and I don’t want to give the holonet anymore gossip to publish. ‘Senator found in seedy bar cavorting with shady strangers’”

Maul finally quirked a small smirk at that.

“Is that what I am, a mysterious man? A shady stranger?” He moved closer again and gave you a hot kiss.

“Mm, yes, very mysterious and shady, I would say.”

You put your hands on his chest and lightly pushed him away and straightened yourself out while Maul put his glove back on and brought his hood up again. “Somehow this feels like a secret affair,” Maul said.

“All the more fun, then,” you said playfully as you trailed a finger down his jaw line.

You made your way to the door and paused, looking back at Maul, only his eyes visible under his hood. “We will continue this later though,” you said. “Meet at mine again in an hour.” You weren’t asking.

And with that you turned and went out into the lounge again and sat with your friends.

Maul waited a minute to adjust himself and give you time to sit before he left the bathroom too, and walked straight for the door and left.

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At the end of the night, you split off from your friends as you each go your separate ways and said good night to each other. The couple of security persons you had brought with were waiting for you just outside the door in your speeder.

Just as you get close, someone comes out from the shadows and grabs you, yelling profanities and trying to drag you away. It was the man who was staring at you from the bar. Your security detail jumped out of the speeder and quickly drew their blasters. A couple of shots went off but no one was hit, but the man was scared off and quickly ran away. Some police droids came from down the street and gave chase to the man but he was quick, long gone before the droids sped off.

You were a little shook up, head spinning at how fast everything happened, but you recovered quickly when you realized no harm was done. You decided to keep your plans for the night, only feeling safer with Maul anyways. You turned to one of the security persons with you.

“Mendo, make sure you let Captain Cen know what happened and that the police droids are on it. Have him follow through with them in the morning.”

“Yes, my Lady,” they responded, then helped you into your speeder before they took off for your apartment.

~~~

An hour after your meeting at the bar, just as you had said, Maul pulled up to your landing platform. He was greeted by one of your security guards, and they quickly waved him through as soon as they realized he was the one you had described as your expected visitor. He also noted a security guard at another door. Maul was curious at this sudden presence of more security as he strode through your home, but soon forgot those concerns as soon as you greeted him just outside your bedroom.

You had undressed and were wearing a long flowing robe trimmed with feathers, and nothing else.

Maul strode over and stopped just in front of you, that lust still in his eyes from an hour ago.

You took his gloved hand, the one he had used earlier, and you stripped the glove off and brought his bare hand in front of your face. You could smell yourself on his fingers, then took them into your mouth and sucked on them. You looked into his eyes as he stared at his fingers in your mouth, eyes half lidded and mouth slack just a little.

With his unoccupied hand, Maul untied your robe and let it fall open to reveal your breasts. He took his hand from your mouth and used his wet fingers to trace around your nipples and watched them harden from the cooling wet. You pulled at his lapels and brought his head down to kiss him. You backed into your room, pulling him along and he willingly came. You sat on the edge of your bed and watched as he undressed for you, his skin mesmerizing as it was revealed, tattoos flowing as his muscles moved. You fully removed your robe and scooted back to the head of your bed, and Maul stopped short of finishing undressing to crawl after you. You lewdly opened your legs up and Maul kissed up your inner thighs to meet at your center.

Maul was skillful in the way his tongue and fingers worked together to build up your impending orgasm. You had been cautious to keep your legs spread wide to accommodate his horned head, but his tongue quickly made you forget and your legs loosened more and more. Then, there it was, the culmination of the pumping of his fingers and quick flicks of his tongue brought your orgasm crashing down on you. You grabbed onto Maul’s horns, your hips rolled and legs clamped shut onto his head and your screams of pleasure were mixed with a beautiful sense of pain as the soft flesh of your inner thighs were pierced by the horns protruding from his temples. You were quick to open your legs again but held firmly onto his head and just as he was about to pull back, you begged “no, don’t stop!” so he could drag out your orgasm.

Moments later and a satisfied sigh on your lips, you sat up and brought Maul's face to yours and kissed him deeply, feeling your wetness on his chin and tasting yourself on his lips. You pulled back and the two of you looked deep into each other’s eyes, but something else caught your eye. You noticed a glistening red at the tips of his horns and quickly looked down to see drops of blood had trickled down your inner thighs where his horns had pierced the skin. Noticing the blood had brought the pain back.

“Forgive me, I didn’t mean to-“

“No,” you cut him off. “It’s okay, I- I enjoyed it,” you said hesitantly. “It… helped.” You laughed a little at the idea.

“Despite my rough appearance, I actually don’t want to hurt you,” Maul replied softly, a surprising gentleness to him after the intensity with which Maul just ate you out.Maul bent back down and licked the blood from one side, and you shivered at the feeling, then he licked up the other side. “Let me get some bandages for that” he began to leave again but you grabbed him to stop him from leaving, noticing the tenting in his pants.

“No, I’ll be fine. Besides, it’s my turn to take care of you” you said and brought your hand down to grab at his clothed erection.

Maul let out a small groan at your touch. He pulled the rest of his pants off quickly and crawled over you on the bed, a predatory look in his eyes. You pushed his chest and turned him around so he would fall on the bed. You lowered yourself between his legs this time and grabbed at his now fully hard erection. You pumped his cock a few times, getting used to the feeling of it in your hand. There was a growing bead of precum leaking from the tip that you licked at before you swirled your tongue around. You flattened your tongue along the underside of his cock and licked base to tip at the bulging vein there, eliciting a groan from Maul. You then took him fully in your mouth, torturously lowering your hot mouth until you could go no further, completely engulfing his cock. You slowly pulled back up, stopping just before he was fully out of your mouth and began to bob your head at a steady pace, hand firmly planted at the base of his dick. Maul, who had been watching intensely, brought his hands to your head and weaved his fingers into your hair, closed his eyes and dropped his head. His hands were gentle in your head, one hand petting your hair.

Maul was lost in pleasure, noting that you were different than any other he had had before. Your movements weren't fast and quick, or trying to get him off as quickly as possible. You had a skill and a patience that drew out his pleasure. With that, he was consciously trying not to move his hips much and thrust into your perfect mouth.

Maul looked down to see that you were touching yourself as you sucked him, finding pleasure in the act.

“You like this, do you?” Maul spoke up, a little breathlessly.

You looked up at him and didn’t want to stop so you blinked your response.

“Bring that pretty cunt up here and let me continue where I left off,” Maul demanded.

You situated yourself to hover above his face and he brought your hips down and began devouring your dripping cunt like he never stopped before. You began moaning with his cock still in your mouth, your pleasure translating into small vibrations around his cock. Maul’s hands grabbed at your hips and ass, squeezing handfuls of cheeks and devouring your pussy like a starved man. The two of you brought each other closer and closer, you were about to cum again when you noticed Maul’s tongue falter and his balls tighten. You increased your speed and sucked harder, bringing your free hand down to caress his balls. Maul rubbed at your clit and shortly after, your second orgasm hit you and you moaned deeply around Maul’s cock. This pushed Maul over the edge as he let out a groan and came, you kept the head of his cock in your mouth to catch all his cum, swallowing it all down.

You rolled off Maul and moved back up to him, collapsing in his arms, tangling your legs together. You felt so content, pressed against the warmth of Maul’s body. You looked at his face and his face was soft, you notice it loses its scowl more and more when he’s with you. Then, he looked at you with a bit of curiosity.

“What?” You asked.

“I was just wondering, there were two security guards in your apartment today. As something happened?”

“Well, now that you mention it, I was accosted outside the bar as I was leaving.” Maul moved to see you better, brow furrowed now. “I think it was just some man who was trying to get my attention while I was inside with my friends. He didn’t hurt me, but he got away,” you finished hoping Maul would be fine with leaving it at that.

He wasn’t fine though, but his training told him not to give his feelings away. He felt a rage at hearing this. He could tell you did not think it was a big deal, but he would make sure something was done about it.

“Did anything else happen after? You report it to the police? Is your security captain handling it?” He fired off.

“Well yes, some police droids were close by but I do not believe they caught him, he was too far ahead of them. But yes, Captain Cen is working on it.”

Maul was not pleased with this answer, but conceded with a sound of affirmation. “Good.”

The two of you cuddle in silence for a while longer, before you felt ready for another round. Maul said he couldn’t stay the night, but he had it in him for a few more sessions of rolling in the sheets. He made sure you were well fucked and fully pleased before he got out to get dressed. You weren’t bothered that he couldn’t stay, but insisted that he come over tomorrow, you had the day off and he had time to come over. You were under your covers and drifting off when he left.

Maul would have liked to stay with you again, he found he truly enjoyed sleeping with you curled around him, and waking up to your soft body.

But he had some police droids to speak to…

~~~

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a-brighter-yellow · 4 years ago

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Tagged by my nearests and dearests @crinkle-eyed-boo and @queenofquiet17— thank you!

RULES: it’s time to love yourselves! choose your 5 (ish) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome work.

Tagging @lululawrence @runaway-train-works @uhohmorshedios @absoloutenonsense and @cocoalou to share theirs!

It just so happens that I only posted five things this year, so that part’s easy. Here goes:

1. More of a Comment Than a Question – I thought I’d take a break after finishing up my Big Bang, but I got an idea for a shorter fic during a panel at a fan con and it just wouldn’t leave me alone. This was probably the least painful story birth I’ve ever experienced. I knew everything I wanted it to be as soon as I opened the doc and it just flowed out. I know that setting so well that building the world was easy, and it ended up being my tribute to a really important part of my life that had formerly been separate from all of this. Plus, I had THE perfect role in it for @crinkle-eyed-boo. I’m also rather a fan of my own smut here.

2. What You're Signing On For – My very favorite O.C. pairing is Ryan and Taylor (if you’re a real one, you know), and I was determined to fit Harry and Louis into the Season 4 French ex-husband storyline if it killed me. I’m proud of this one because they’re not obvious analogs, but I think I kept the core of them true-to-life while deviating a little from the standard fic characterizations of the boys. I ESPECIALLY love the relationship between Harry and Niall here, especially the detail that Harry “helped” Niall practice French kissing before he went about wooing Zayn.

3. You, Who Never Arrived – Rom-coms are NOT easy to adapt, because we’re much more accepting of unrealistic shenanigans onscreen. So I knew there would be a lot of plotting issues if I was going to take on Only You (which is also a product of its time). But it was also one of those situations where there were scenes I couldn’t WAIT to write, so putting in the work wasn’t even a question. I adore this Louis – his hope, his determination, the way he stands up for himself even you know that he’s destined to end up with Harry anyway. I love how Niall supports him through thick and thin but also always tells him the truth. I had so much fun putting a spin on the soulmate trope and dropping in clues here and there. And though I can’t take credit for inventing the twists that I kept from the source material, I did make them work in this medium and it’s always so gratifying to get a comment from someone who doesn’t know the movie and says they were legitimately surprised by certain reveals.

4. The Stories They're Not In – Listen. I love writing Shiall. I just do. I know it’s niche, I know we’re a small but mighty readership, but I’m not going to stop. (And if you read and/or write Shiall, please know that I LOVE YOU TOO.) So when @heartbreakweatherficfest came along, there was never any doubt in my mind that they’d be my stars. I knew I wanted “San Francisco,” because it inspired the tone and the feels that I was looking to capture, and I knew I wanted to write from Shawn’s POV so that we could see Niall through his eyes, but I went back and forth a few times about what the actual storyline would be. It came together on yet another day when I was ranting to Kim about the real love story of Rocketman – Elton and Bernie – and I realized I could essentially fix it so that they, through Shiall, could actually consummate things. IDK what it is about them, but my instinct is always to go really romantic and soft with Shawn and Niall, and that felt especially right with two artistic soulmates. I think about these characters a lot still and all the things they went on to create together. <3

5. I always feel like somebody's watching me – I had such a blast reading all the @1dtrickortreatfest fics last year, it seemed like a no-brainer to challenge myself to actually write one. In my actual real life, I’m an editor, so my brain is always looking at my own writing with an eye to which words and sentences are unnecessary. (Which is why it would take me literal years to write a long fic.) In that way, having a precise word count is right smack in my wheelhouse. Making the story idea work within the parameters was like putting a puzzle together, and I think I nailed my goal of writing, essentially, the opening scene of a ‘90s erotic thriller.

#me #fic stuff #fic rec

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alonelytinywriter · 4 years ago

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Excuse Me?

Anonymous said to alonelytinywriter:

Can I have a Hawks x reader where she's in japan and she's homeless and she steals Hawks coffee outside a coffee shop and he just - "EXCUSE ME?"

Ooooooo, Darling, you better bet. I still don’t do readers, though, sadly. It just doesn’t flow well with my writing style and makes it where the stories just don’t sound . . . good? I hope you’ll forgive me! If you like what you read don’t forget to drop a big fat heart on this fic (Support your local fanfic writers!), and let me know what you’d like to see next.

Warnings: There be soft smut here. And Hawks actually being a soft guy, and some heavy language because OC is a 2 kool 4 skool. Very soft Hawks. Warm Hawks. Gentle ball of . . . feathers doesn’t sound as good. Lets be honest, this prompt got me feeling a certain kind of way, and I really just wanted some self indulgent comfort.

Soft Yandere! Takami Keigo (Hawks) / Original Female Character

Playlist - Hitohira No hanabina - Stereophony

Name: Sato Ichika ~ Birthday: April 21st ~ Age: 19 ~ Hair Color: Blue ~ Eye Color: Green ~ Gender: Female ~ Height 5’0’’ ~ Quirk: Specter ~ Occupation: Subway/Train Musician

Appearance ~ Ichika is a fairly short girl with a rather full physique despite her willowy appearance. She has dark blue hair that falls just below her collar bones and crystalline green eyes that point slightly outward, which seems to resemble a cats. Due to her Quirk, Ichika’s skin is ghostly pale, almost stark white; using her Quirk causes her skin to fade to transparent at her hands and feet, while her hair begins to float about her head and face as if she has her own personal breeze. ~ Ichika’s appearance has always been a bit of a sore spot for her, making her an outcast at an early age. After becoming a teenager she began to dress to suit her appearance, adopting a punk/grunge style with lots of fishnets, oversized sweaters, dark colors and darker makeup. Now she wears next to no makeup, unless you count chapstix, but she still dresses the same.

Quirk: Specter ~ As her name-sake suggests Ichika, when activating her Quirk, can float, as well as permeate any solid object. - It should be noted that while she can permeate through another living thing, the effort is nearly enough to make her pass out. - She also has the ability to manifest and maintain ghostly images that have been known for their ability to produce sound, though not their ability to interact with the corporal world, something which many thought as the hindrance which held Ichika from becoming a Hero. Ichika uses the ability to preform on the subways and trains to earn money throughout the days and nights. As mentioned before, while her Quirk is activated her hands and feet become transparent and her hair floats - the longer her Quirk is activated, the farther the transparency will travel up her limbs. This can be dangerous for Ichika, as it becomes harder to control her Quirk and once 100% transparency has been archived, Ichika has been known for blacking out and even attacking those she considers friends. Due to this, Ichika refuses to use her Quirk for longer than 1 hour at a time, at which time the transparency will only reach her elbows and knees.

Power - 2/5 ~ Speed - 2/5 ~ Technique - 5/5 ~ Intelligence - 3/5 ~ Cooperativeness - 3/5

~Excuse Me~

~ The first time Ichika stole she thought she was going to throw up. Or maybe that had been the fact that she hadn’t eaten anything in four days and only drank stagnant water from a broken fountain. It had been three rice balls shaped to resemble cat heads from a small grocery market and when she had walked through the doors after slipping the plastic wrapped food under her sweatshirt, she had been sure that the nearest employee would appear and scream THIEF into her face before calling for the police. She would go to jail or worse - go home to her parents and their cross expression as she turned out exactly the way they believed she would. But they didn’t. No alarms sounded, no one tried to drag her back into the market, no one seemed to notice at all. They had tasted amazing - even the one she dropped on the sidewalk and had to fish from the gravels - and the glow of victory had stolen over her like a living thing. Each stole item felt lighter in her fingers as she took them, her natural dexterity and knack for misdirection making her a perfect pickpocket. The fact she could use her Quirk to preform on the train - simple musical sets as she danced and allowed her ‘Ghosts’ to make the music - helped to distract the silly sheep around her and she danced and slipped past. Fingers found wallets, watches, an elderly woman’s bracelet, a single diamond hoop earring, a cup of coffee -

~ “Excuse me? What do you think you’re doing?”

~ Now. Now, Ichika knows she’s going to vomit. She can feel the bile churning in her stomach as she turns towards the voice - Gods above, why did it have to be his coffee? - and confidently meet the bright golden eyes of the Number Two Hero - Hawks. Of fucking course. Of course there was a Hero on the train. But she stamps down the rising horror and smiles brightly. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” But the Hero isn’t stupid and he snags her wrist before she can skip away, turning it so that the hand hold the large coffee showed the name scrawled across the front - HAWKS <3. Him turning her wrist does something worst, though. It rattles to hidden pocket in her sleeve and makes several of the stolen items to rattle to the floor of the train. A man to her left quickly recognizes his wallet at the top of the pile and frowns, looking for all the world as if he might attack Ichika at any moment for having dared stolen his belongings.

~ “Shit.” Ichika activates her Quirk without thinking, her hair whipping about her face so quickly that it surprises the Hero into letting her go and she rushes to go above the others heads, straight up and through the roof of the train and into the sky above. Her heart is racing painfully against her chest as she slips through the metal as if it’s no more than water, thumping so quickly that she can feel the pulse beating against her sternum when she lays her hand there to calm herself. There was no way the Hero wouldn’t know what she had been doing. He would come looking for her soon, if he hadn’t already called for the train to stop. She needed to leave, and fast. It wasn’t the first time she had been caught in the act of taking what wasn’t hers, and normally it didn’t bother her to know that people knew what she did but there had been something in the Hero’s eyes as he stared at her in disbelief that set Ichika on edge.

~ She landed three miles away panting and covered in sweat from the effort of keeping her Quirk active for so long. Her vision was blurry, and she could feel the Earth swaying beneath her feet, rocking like a ship during a typhoon. She was still holding the damned coffee. Sighing, she allowed the transparency to fade from her skin, until she was whole again, until she was her again, and then she took a long draft from the coffee quickly cooling in her hand. It was intensely sweet, chocked with sugar and caramel until it reminded her of a milkshake instead of a coffee drink. Crinkling her nose at the intense taste of sugar on her tongue, Ichika forced herself to take another swallow before she started walking. She was only a few blocks from the grate that would lead her to the abandoned platform she used as a hideout, and she needed the energy to make it on foot since she had pushed her Quirk so far. Her heartbeat was still beating in her ears, a steady thwump thwump thwump . . . that didn’t match the beat of her heart at all.

~ This is all the time Ichika has before a dark shape hurtled from the sky above her, a laugh as dark and rich as honey sounding through the air. Hands clutched the back of her shirt and her feet her jerked out from beneath her as she was lifted forcefully into the sky. “Well, well, well, look what we found here.” Hawks voice is just as smooth as his laugh. “What do you think you’re doing, kid? Taking things from strangers is dangerous stuff, don’tcha think?” Ichika screamed, her Quirk flaring to life and sending her slipping from his grip. But it was too much. She had used her Quirk too much, since first thing that morning in fact, and the transparency had already been working well up towards her elbows and knees and she was too tired and she really hoped the Hero would at least take the time to make sure she didn’t die when she fell. Between one heartbeat and the next she slipped unconscious, her eyelashes fluttering to hide her sea-glass eyes and putting and end to the chaotic string of thoughts racing through her mind.

~ She has no clue how long she’s been asleep, how long she floated in the inky darkness, but when she opens her eyes she finds a ceiling above her head that for certain wasn’t the ceiling of the abandoned subway station. And there, next to her, laying in the soft bed with nothing but a pair of boxers was Hawks. He wasn’t ugly - not by any means with his smooth skin and thick hair and his muscles . . . But why had he taken her? She tried to scoot away but Hawks mumbled something in his sleep - something intellagable - and pulled her closer, forcing her front into his side.

Ichika jerked away so hard she fell from the bed, landing in a heap of blankets and sheets hard, making her cry out as her hip connected with the hard wooden floor. Hawks is up in an instant, looming over her, laughing softly. “What’s the matter, kid? Isn’t this a whole lot better than the place you where heading?” Hawks was already unwrapping her from the blankets and Ichika was trying to desperately separate herself from both them and him. She had to get away, get away, get way - why and the fuck was she in a bed with him and not in jail?? - but then Hawks hands are on her arms, hoisting her up, pulling her against his chest. “Don’t bother trying to use that Quirk of yours, kid. I’ve got a Quirk canceling cuff on your ankle, so you’re not going anywhere.” Ichika wants to speak, wants to ask exactly what the hell is going on, but he continues before she can. “I’ve been watching you for weeks, you know. Letting you get away with picking those peoples pockets. Watching you dance and trick your way into getting away with your loot, kid. It was hilarious watching you, knowing you thought no one knew. And you’re damn good, kid.” Ichika was shaking, pushing against his chest, trying to get away, but Hawks just held on tighter. “Awww, c’mon, kid. This is much better than a jail, isn’t it? I might have taken you, but I also made sure you didn’t turn into a pancake on the side of the road, you know?”

~ Ichika could barely remember her encounter with the winged Hero, and as her eyebrows furrowed, her sluggish memory trying to piece together what his words meant, Hawks wings curled around them both, encasing them in the soft red feathers. “It’s not so bad. I can feel your heart beating, you know? So hard, and fast against my chest. You don’t gotta worry, I’m not gonna make you do anything you don’t want to. I have plenty of time to make you change your mind.” His fingers where running across the skin of her back - she was only clad in her bra and panties - and he allowed his nails to drag across her spine, making her shiver. “But I can already tell you, I decided weeks ago I was gonna bring you home, kid. I knew I wanted you. I just had to wait till I could catch you and guess what, kid - I did!” He hugged her closer to his chest, his cheek resting against her hair. “And I’ll keep you here as long as I need for you to want me the same way I want you. See, not a lot of people know this, but I’ve been working both sides for a while. I’ve got enough saved we can go on a nice long hiatus and it won’t bother me a bit. Pus, I’m raking in loads of cash for all the wrong reasons, and I have all the time in the world to be able to shower you with enough affection and attention, and I can make you love me.”

~ Hawks voice was low and rough, like gravel and Ichika couldn’t stop shivering. She was still held against his chest, desperately trying to move herself off the Hero’s - Villain’s? - lap, but the more she moved the more pronounced Hawks attraction became for her. He was still talking, whispering dirty, senseless declarations of love and affection against her ear as his fingers continued to skim across her skin, but Ichika couldn’t seem to find her voice. She was in shock. What was going on?? what was going on?? What was going on?? What was -

~ “I’m sorry.” Hawks cooed into her ear, his beard scratching softly against the soft skin of her cheek before he forced her to look into his eyes. “Didn’t I make it clear enough? You’re mine now. You’ll be staying here with me, until the unforeseeable future, and you’ll be paying me back for that coffee you decided to steal this morning.” Ichika was already thrashing in his arms before he finished, and he allowed her to tire herself out, panting in his arms before he continued. “It won’t be that bad, kid. Look kid, I’m a mess, but I’ll take care of you. I’ll make sure you’re safe and feed and you have a roof over your head. And I won’t hand you over to the police. How does that sound?” Hawks sat there, waiting for her response, knowing that she didn’t have a choice. But for the moment he allowed her to mull over the supposed ‘choice’ he had given her.

~ Ichika’s mind was racing; she could fight - without her Quirk she would loose. She could play along and try to escape but what would she do? What would he do? He would go to the police, tell them everything, and then where would she be? In a jail cell, and there would be no one there to bail her out. Her body drooped as she came to her decision, every muscle in her body going lax as tears pooled at the corners of her eyes. Hawks nearly felt bad as he watched the girl deflate in his arms, and he nudged her cheek with his nose, a teasing smile spreading across his lips. “Maybe you should tell me your name?” It falls from her lips easily, and Hawks repeats it, rolling it across his tongue, enjoying the way it tasted in his mouth. He’s still saying it when his lips begin to brush across her neck, her hair falling across her shoulders like a waterfall. His nails dug into her skin as she shivered, the tears finally spilling. Her skin was so soft, her hair like silk between his fingers. There were freckles scattered across her body, freckles that shone against her skin like fragments of opal when Hawks laid her back on his bed, her bra discarded to the floor. His fingers dipped across her skin, her voice raise’s and falls in sync with Hawks movements, and by the end the blush spread across her cheeks matches Hawks face perfectly.

~ “You’re gonna stay here with me for now on, kid. No ifs, ands, or buts about it.”

#no beta ill die a (wo)man #yandere hawks #yandere thoughts #yandere #yandere bnha #my hero academia #yandere my hero academia

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