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magmagicstyle · 1 year ago

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Eternal Hearts: Bound by Love

“Reject me,” Draco said while looking directly at the redhead in front of him.

“Wh...what?” Ron said, totally confused, the start of the fond feeling of knowing his mate and probably being able to talk to him to have an agreement soon disappearing from his mind.

“Reject me, Weasley” The blonde repeated while his face was void of expression, the cold wall that hid his feelings was as strong as ever.

In which Draco is an omega resigned to being alone forever, unable to find his soulmate since nobody would like to be with a former death eater and Ron is a short-tempered alpha that is willing to go against all odds to be with his soulmate. After all, he would love them no matter what, right?

It all started with a letter. A bloody letter that would change his whole life forever. Draco’s hands were shaking while he looked at the letter at the innocent age of eleven, he had just received his Hogwarts letter and now he was getting this letter which was the certainty that his future and his father’s dreams were ruined. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, maybe his father wouldn’t be so angry at him. After all, it wasn’t like he chose to be this thing, he was born this way and there was no way that he could change it. Even if he wanted to. His mother would be thrilled, that was quite obvious. It was almost as if she knew before everything about his designation. After all, she always called him sweet nicknames and tried to teach him to act more delicate and almost like an angel that was walking on the earth.

A few years ago he thought that it was dumb and that he wouldn’t need those kinds of lessons. Now, he was a bit grateful for it. To be honest, if Draco was going to be something, anything, he would be perfect. It wouldn’t matter if he was an alpha or omega, he was going to be perfect, ready to have a mate and satisfy them, in any form that was expected of him. That was something that he was always taught as a Malfoy. It doesn’t matter the thing you are, the career you chose, or the house you are into, what matters is that you make your best effort to be as perfect as possible. So, Draco was going to be perfect.

That had been just a few months ago. His father wasn’t so mad about him being an omega, but he was quite worried. That was because he knew that the people he surrounded himself with wouldn’t treat him kindly and it was possible that they would try to take advantage of him being an omega. Still, he wouldn’t dare to make Draco feel less for being an omega. After all, even if he seemed like a cold and bitter man while being outside, Lucius loved his son dearly and couldn’t bear the thought of him getting hurt. This meant that the head of the Malfoy Family had to make a change in his attitude and start dealing with other people. At end of the day, he wouldn’t dare to keep working or being with people that could present a danger to his son, or people that would treat him like he was less of a human because of his secondary gender classification. He still found certain families annoying. Like the Weasleys. But that wasn’t because of their love for muggles or anything like that. Not at all. His dislike came from the fact that even if Arthur Weasley had the chance of gaining more money and power with his knowledge about things that most wizards ignored, he didn’t use it. He shielded himself by calling his obsession a simple hobby and letting his family suffer in poverty. It didn’t matter that they acted like they didn’t care, he could see that their negligent actions were taking a toll on their children. The twins, for example, were incredibly smart (from what Draco had told him before) and they were hiding their talents because of the lack of money. One of their middle children -Percy?- was running to the arms of a stupid man hungry for power just because he felt like his family didn’t give him any way of growing… and the kid was totally right!

Well, going back to what was important. This revelation of his own son also meant a big change in the way Lucius acted with Draco. It wasn’t totally bad, but he started to be more coddling, doing his best to show his son that even if he was an omega, he wasn’t less loved or less respected than him, that was an alpha. The thing that was a little bit awkward was that Lucius also started to treat Draco like he was more delicate and tried to make him wear more light colours -Draco and his mother drew the line as soon as Lucius suggested that the boy wear skirts or more colours like purple or blue, not that there wasn’t anything bad with that, but he didn’t like those colours, being used to a more monochromatic and dark scheme. Luckily, Lucius understood and without a doubt, he started to bring more delicate and a bit feminine clothes but maintained the colours that his son loved so much. The skirts were a pending discussion.

Draco was just grateful that he would have another six years before getting the letter from his designated mate. After all, if his father was coddling now, he couldn’t imagine how he would act when Draco decided to fly away from the nest and live with his mate. Still, the blonde boy also hoped for the butterflies that would appear in his stomach as soon as he met his mate. It would be amazing, he would love every second of it.

#hp imagine #draco x ron #ron weasley #draco malfoy #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter #hermione granger #luna lovegood #omegaverse #harry potter angst #hurt/comfort

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waterfallfantastico · 4 months ago

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THE WITCH’S TOWER

(A high-fantasy wg romp)

Chapter One- The Brilliant Plan

“Come on Hexatrix, you’ve got to help meee!” Princess Isadora whined, kicking her feet in the air. “It’s just not fair…”

Hexatrix Crumm, handmaiden and witch of the ninth order, watched her sworn charge flail about on her titanic bed. She had known the princess since they were both fourteen and it was fascinating what Isadora could be discontented with. The girl was in a giant pink bed, with silk sheets and a tasteful mural of naked angels on her ceiling. This chamber by itself was bigger than the house Hexatrix grew up in.

“As your royal witch, I’m sworn to always help you.” Hexatrix chuckled softly and rolled her eyes. “But what do you really want me to do? Turn him into a frog?”

“YES!”

“No…” Hexatrix groaned. “That would cause an international incident, your majesty.”

For all the gold and perfume and silk that surrounded Isadora, there was always some price to be paid. The castle had larders full of every food imaginable, but the princess had to remain on a strict diet. Her parents had horses and ships, but Isadora was rarely permitted to leave the castle grounds. They had libraries stocked full of books, but all her tutors taught her was manners and etiquette. There was always a price to be paid… and this time the price was marriage.

By royal decree, Princess Isadora of the kingdom of Istrius was to marry prince Kenneth of Borgonia on her twenty-first birthday.

“It’s less than a year away!” Isadora wailed, her ink-black hair falling over eyes. “I don’t want to get married…”

“I’m sure it won’t be so bad?” Hexatrix tried, half-heartedly.

“He’s the worst. He spends his weekends fox-hunting and killing all sorts of other cute creatures. He says women shouldn’t be able to read or own property. And he thinks all magic should be outlawed!”

“What a perfect asshole.” Hexatrix sighed. “But I’m still not turning him into a frog.”

“Come on. You have a plan, don’t you Hex?” Isadora said, resting pouty lips on dainty hands.

When Princess Isadora was unwell, it was Hexatrix’s job to fix it. Solutions for headaches, acne, broken bones and bad weather all fell to her. But she felt a commitment to look out for Isadora’s emotions as much as her body.

“I always have a plan.” The Witch said with a confident smile. “Let me go get my broom.”

+ + + + +

Deep in the Tanglethorn Woods, on the border of Istrius, stands a solitary tower. Very few people have ever seen the tower and almost nobody has been inside of it. The tower is sixty feet high and made of sheer stone. Most remarkably, it has no door at its base. It has no flags, no banners and no markings of any kind. The only way in (or out) of this tower is a solitary window on the top floor. This tower still stands and can be found (if you know where to look), but in those days it was ‘owned’ by the witch Hexatrix Crumm.

At the stroke of midnight two figures on a broomstick slid across the moon, over the clouds and through the tower’s open window.

“Damn, it’s dark in here.” Hex muttered, fumbling for her lantern.

There was the scratch of a match, and orange light bloomed throughout the circular room. The tower was a homey clutter, with big bookshelves and workbenches covered in crumpled papers. Posters of old country fairs were plastered on all the walls, and a massive blue banner hung from the high roof. On the far right corner was a fluffy bed with a checkerboard quilt, and on the left was a cozy kitchenette.

“Hex, wow…” Isadora breathed. “This place is amazing. I can’t believe you’ve never brought me here before.”

“It pays to keep a few secrets. My little home-away-from-home. Or castle, I suppose. And it’s all yours, for now.” Hex chuckled.

“Is your plan to just kidnap me away?” Isadora said with a wink.

“Of course not, your highness!” Hexatrix said quickly. “No, never. This is where you’ll hide out for a few weeks while we find you a new husb… find you your soulmate.”

A dreamy smile played over Isadora’s lips. “Go on, Hex.”

“Well, it’s very simple. You go missing from the castle, and everyone assumes you’ve run away or been kidnapped. Classic princess stuff.”

“Classic.”

“After not finding you for a week or so, your parents will start to freak out. They’ll offer gold and then jewels… and then the big prize: Your hand in marriage to whoever can rescue you. I’ll go looking for your perfect match, and they can be the one to bring you home safe and sound. You can make up some story about them slaying a troll or dragon or whatever and live happily ever after. Simple as that.”

“Simple as that.” Isadora repeated. “So! What do I get to do while all this intrigue is going on?”

Hex blinked and pinched the bridge of her nose. Princess Isadora had many fabulous features. Beautiful and alluring features, even, but the girl was made for dreams and not schemes.

“You stay here.” Said the Witch slowly.

“Aw, the whole time?” Isadora pouted.

“Yes!” Hex sighed. “You need to stay out of sight. No one can see you or the whole plan goes up in flames. Trust me, you’ll be comfy.”

Hex lit another lantern and took Isadora on a quick tour of her tower. The top floor, the one they were on, was the loft. It had the bed, the kitchen, plenty of tables and most of the books in the building.

“The fun books, anyway.” Hex waved a hand. “I have all my encyclopedias stored in the vault to keep them dry. Feel free to read whatever you like.”

Isadora stooped down and took out a tattered paperback, with an image of two muscular orc women embracing on the cover. The title read, in gold ink, ‘Broken Tusks, Promises Kept’. Hexatrix tried not to blush.

“This looks well-loved.” Isadora said, softly.

“Annd down this stairwell is the workshop. On with the tour!”

The workshop was even more cluttered, with odd bits of junk and art everywhere. Beakers, solutions, herbs, oil paints, easels and brushes were all over the place.

“Feel free to paint if you like, but here’s the real deal.”

Hex steered the Princes to a crystal ball on a pedestal.

“If you get bored, you can watch demonic wrestling on here. Bill Z. Bub is facing the Abyss Twins this weekend in an Venetian death-match.”

“How…lovely?” Said Isadora, who knew nothing about demonic wrestling.

The floor below that, the terrarium, was the least cluttered so far. The rows of ferns and ficuses were neat and organized, manicured with a hand absent in the first two floors. Strange rocks in the ceiling gave off light that could resemble the sun or the moon. A magic watering can floated around the green space, seemingly ever full as it sprinkled the plants below it.

“Feel free to bring a chair down here if you want a bit more light.” Hex shrugged. “The floor below is my vault, but that's just a bunch of old boring books. So, that’s my tower. I trust you’ll be quite comfortable.”

“Hang on a minute.” Isadora crossed her arms. “What about food? Or if I have to… you know, pee or something?”

“There’s a bathroom in the kitchen. And speaking of kitchen…”

Hexatrix brought them back up to the loft, and went rummaging in her wand cabinet.

“Wand of marbles, no that’s not right… Wand of illusions, I’ll need that for later… ah, here we are!”

Hex took out what looked like a cooking spoon made of cherrywood and offered it to Isadora.

“Am I… supposed to eat that?” Isadora chuckled.

“No, dummy. It’s a Wand of Feasting. Just think of a food and give it a wave.”

Hexatrix gave the wand a twist and, in a flurry of purple sparks, a single piece of buttered toast appeared in her hand.

“See?” Hex passed over the spoon, as she stuffed the toast in her mouth. “It works for drinks too. Alright, I have to get back before dawn or they’ll get suspicious. I’ll return the next day or so to check up on you.”

“Alright. You be safe.” Isadora leaned in close and gave Hexatrix a peck on the cheek. “For luck.”

Hexatrix struggled to contain the blush that crept up her neck, and could think of nothing more to say. She flew out the window like a whisper on the wind.

For the first time in seven years, Princess Isadora slept in. It was past noon when she finally kicked off the quilt and rose. There were no ladies-in-waiting to dress her, no pages badgering her about appointments. It was heaven on earth.

She took a long bath and then relaxed amongst the plants. The watering can seemed to notice her, and bobbed around her like an airborne puppy. Isadora had a lovely time chatting with a garden tool that couldn’t talk back. When she returned to the loft for more books, the sun had almost set.

“Oh, I should eat something.” Isadora muttered, as her empty belly groaned.

She waltzed over to the kitchen, where the Wand of Feasting had been left. She picked it up and held it at arm's length, as if it might explode at any moment.

“Okay wand… garden salad with carrots?” Isadora said, asking for her usual dinner.

In a flash of sparks a bowl filled with greens, tomatoes and carrots appeared on the table. Isadora sat down to dig in, but hesitated as she speared her first forkful. She looked at the wand.

“This thing can make me… anything?” The Princess muttered, picking up the wand again.

A litany of food began running through Isadora’s mind. It had been two years since she’d had roast chicken. Three years since she had mashed potatoes with butter. She couldn’t remember when she last had onion soup with cheese melted on top. The princess closed her eyes as memories of a chocolate cake she had at her tenth birthday washed into her memory.

It was moist and rich, with sugary cream and a custard filling. There were iced roses on top and a spun-sugar finch on top. The taste of it had her walking on air for the next three days…

Isadora opened her eyes. On the table was now a roast chicken, mashed potatoes with butter, onion soup, and an exact replica of her chocolate birthday cake.

“Okay. Yeah. Well done wand." She said meekly.

Isadora was trying to keep her breath even, the saliva in her mouth and her hunger in check. An insatiable ape of hunger, locked away for far too long, railed against the prison bars of temperance. For a moment, the discipline that had kept her willowy held. Then the smell hit her. The divine, warm smell of the feast.

With all the dignity of a shipwrecked man, she threw herself on the food. Tears of pure joy flowed down her swollen cheeks. She shoved in as much as she could and never stopped chewing. When her fingers ran slick with butter or grease, she wiped them on her royal gown without a second thought. Bits of food soon covered the table around her, but Isadora paid them no heed. She was only focused on the intoxicating meal.

After thirty minutes of non-stop wolfing the princess leaned back and groaned. She was stuffed to the gills, a sensation that felt completely foreign to her. She had devoured half the chicken, massacred most of the potatoes, finished the soup and had two thick slices of the cake. The salad sat untouched.

“Okay. That was…urp- that was great. Wand, magic away this delicious food.”

Isadora waved the Wand of Feasting, but the feast remained.

“Oh. Hmm.”

She tried again, more vigorously. The food stayed exactly where it was.

“Um, okay.” Isadora thought furiously. “This will all go bad quickly and there’s no place to store it... I guess I could eat a little more.”

Absent-mindedly, she pulled to loosen the drawstring on her bodice. The relief in her gut was deeply welcome.

“Ohh, that’s better. Now back to that cake…”

The next hour was hazy at best for Isadora, as she made her way through the rest of the meal. She seemed to swim in and out of consciousness as more chicken and chocolate was crammed into her mouth. Uncertain of exactly how much she’d eaten, the princess did remember pushing herself away from the table, staggering to bed with her bulging gut in her hands, and collapsing beneath the sheets. Sleep took her instantly and held her under for hours.

When she awoke the next afternoon, the pain in her midsection had thankfully since subsided. Whether it was luck or a side-effect of the magic food, Isadora suffered no indigestion. She simply felt warm and full. It was a pleasant surprise, but when she looked at the kitchen table she was in for a shock. Every plate was empty, each dish devoured to completion. All that was left was the bones of the chicken and a wrinkly piece of lettuce.

“Woof.” Isadora sighed, resting a hand on her still-swollen stomach. “I’m gonna have to be careful with you.”

She picked up the Wand of Feasting from where it had fallen on the floor, and felt her gut press up against her slender thigh.

“Real careful. Okay.” She composed herself and gave it a quick flick. “Just an orange to start the day.”

The orange appeared. It looked very small and lonely.

“And maybe an omelet.” She muttered. “With something healthy. Mushrooms. Peppers. Oh, and a little cheese. And a piece of toast. With butter. And another piece of toast with jam. And some blueberries. Ooh, and a blueberry scone would be nice. And if I’m having that I could try some blueberry pancakes. Oh and…”

It took Princess Isadora a whole two whole hours to finish breakfast, at which point she went right back to bed. The mattress groaned comfortingly upon her return.

#fat #fat fiction #fantasy #witches #princess #wg #chubby #stuffing

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iitsokai · 1 year ago

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one request please stop calling taehyung jimin's soulmate or bestie cause they're clearly not. This is not for he said on his today's live (cause who gives a fk) but it's the way the guy has been towards jm for a while now..

The way he showed how much of a soulmate he was during jm's face Album man i wish no one ever ever gets a bestie or soulmate like that.

years before he was on the recieving end of jm's love (he himself wrote that in a letter if you remember) and years later he's still on the receiving end of jm's love only. There's never a trying to return it back cause what do you mean you gonna invite him on your fanmeet AFTER jm showed up for your music show but you were nowhere to be found for jm??? Like he made time for hobi to meet him on his mc set, went to jk's music show even tho he was busy with his own album but you couldn't make time to go atleast one music show of jm when there were THREE and he was free like he be hanging out with jk and his wooga squad but nowhere near jm like damn the soulmate.

And if you gonna be like "they don't need to post everything on sns to show the support" then tell me exactly where did he supported jm? Never physically never on sns. If he can post every single thing about wooga and for all other members why can't he do that for jm? The only man who made time out of his busy schedule to go to his music show.

Years before also it was jm who posted for all members' solo songs and even went for all of their mv shoots and years later i see it's stil him. I'm glad hsk and yg was there fo jm when no one could make time. When the supposed closet people to him the two maknaes members who were resting couldn't make time for him.

Jimin did his part as being a good friend to support all the members equally but ig it's never in his Destiny to get the exact same amount in return.

Honestly something was off between them for a period of time, but being friends doesn't mean everything is perfect and they never fight or can act unfair towards each other, though I have to say Jimin is the only member who ALWAYS comes through for the others (he is a literal angel and we don't deserve him).

But just like Jimin said after reading the letter is that Tae does a lot for him too and people don't know about that, which also gave me a hint of him knowing about the way haters view their friendship. Tae adores Jimin at the end of the day, you must be blind to not see that or just ignorant to not wanting to. It was clear as day during the show that they had FINALLY made up after whatever had happened between them and it honestly made my day.

So, as a reply to your "request" I say no. No, I will not stop calling them soulmates, cause that's literally what they say to each other themselves and nobody can deny that 🥰

#vmin #soulmates

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lily-drake · 3 years ago

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Damnette(Some Chat salt)Chat Noir and Ladybug are fighting a 'Fairy Tale' themed Akuma, Ladybug is hit by an attack and is sent into a slumber. Chat manages to get her away from the Akuma but can't seem to wake her, cue Alya whose live streaming the fight telling Chat maybe kissing Ladybug will awake her "Like true loves kiss!" Chat agrees and Alya is still streaming it, as he's about to kiss her cue an angry Robin(who was watching the stream and Zeta'd over asap) cause that's his girlfriend!

Kiss the gir-NO!

“Everyone will have a happily ever after!”

A girl who was dressed as Fairy Godmother from the Disney movie Cinderella.

“It looks like I’ll be taking you to the movies today then m’lady.”

Chat Noir said in his smoothest voice as he tried to kiss Ladybug’s hand.

“Afraid not Chat. Just focus on stopping the akuma.”

Ladybug said sternly as she grappled toward the akumatized person. Chat Noir sighed dejectedly as he followed after her. One day, one day he would convince Ladybug that they were meant to be. The miraculous showed that they were soulmates, and she would realize that soon enough.

“Nobody will make fun of me again! Everyone will have a story book ending!”

Fairy Godmother, with a horrible color scheme, screamed as she kept shooting beams out of her wand. Chat thought it over for a moment before an idea made its way into his head. During one of the blasts he pushed Ladybug “away” from the blast, but oh no she got hit! Ladybug’s suit turned into a red and black version of Aurora's dress from Sleeping Beauty with her normal polka-dot mask still covering her face. Chat Noir caught her before she fell off the roof as she was suddenly in a deep sleep. Quickly he rushed away with princess Ladybug in his arms.

Alya watched Chat Noir land near her and rushed towards them.

“Chat Noir, what happened to Ladybug?!”

Alya said frantically zooming in on the sleeping Ladybug in a fancy gown.

“She was hit by the Akuma. I think she turned into Sleeping Beauty.”

He said slightly frantic. Alya felt a large fangirly smile grow in her lips. This would be perfect! She could add this to her LadyNoir page on her block and show people that it was a real ship!

“True loves kiss is always the answer.”

Alya stated matter-of-factly with a way too delighted tone. Chat Noir looked at her and the camera before nodding. There was a gleam in his eyes that showed that he was also way too excited for this.

Chat Noir bent down leveling his lips with Ladybug’s. Right as he was about to bend down and kiss her he felt a force hitting him in the side and he collapsed from the impact, but Ladybug was no longer in his arms. He turned looking stunned as he watched Robin holding his Lady in his arms breathing harshly as he held the sleeping girl against his chest and glared at Alya. Alya was just as shocked if her open jaw said anything.

Robin turned his glare to Chat Noir and he honestly feared for his life at the intensity of it. He felt that it would be even worse if the mask wasn’t covering his eyes.

“This is your fault you moronic, cad, milksop! She has rejected you over and over again, and you do this? You are a poltroon and a scoundrel. Clean up your act or I will make you.”

He growled out sneering at him. Then he turned away carrying Ladybug in his arms leaving a stunned Alya and Chat Noir in his wake.

Robin was still fuming as he carried her away. She was his girlfriend for crying out loud! How she put up with that scamp was beyond him! When he knew they were alone he bent down and placed a gentle kiss on her lips and watched as a magic light surrounded her and she transformed back into her normal Ladybug gear and woke up.

“Hello Angel, rest well?”

He said with a small smirk as she climbed out of his arms.

“Haha.”

She said sarcastically as she rolled her eyes then froze and eyes him.

“What are you doing here Damian?”

She asked skeptically.

“I simply removed you from a terrible situation. You should be able to finally defeat the villain now. When you're done we should get some ice cream.”

“Right, I’ll ask you more of what happened when I come back. I’ll meet you at the bakery.”

Damian nodded and watched with a soft smile only reserved for her as she ran off to defeat her villain. He had warned the cat, and next time he even tried to touch her without her expressed permission he would skin the cat alive. Until then though, he would admire his girlfriend saving Paris like the angel she is.

#maribat #daminette #damian wayne #marinette dupain cheng #asks #chat noir salt #chat noir bashing #fairytale #fluff #salt #cute

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binnie-huaisang · 4 years ago

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Silly Fight

Genre: angst, fluff(?

Pairing: Chan × reader

Words: 3.4 k

TW: Mental health issues, depression.

Also, this came out a little darker that I intended and by the end I didn’t have the heart to give it the final I was actually going to write, BUT if you wanna read the original ending I was planning, you can look for the “alternative” version in my blog where I added the original ending because apparently I like to make myself cry (:

Note: I'm sorry if there are some spelling or grammar mistakes, or if some expressions just don't make sense. English isn't my first language, but I promise I'm trying my best.

Chan and you started dating a few years ago, of course nobody knew that, except for your friends and his family.

At the beginning of the relationship you were really nervous all the time, always scared to make a bad movement or saying something that could maybe make him uncomfortable. That, and the fact that you didn’t even live in the same country, had you worried every moment of every day. You had always been an overthinker, and this certainly did no better to your condition.

However, things were going great, and it wasn’t too long for the little voices in your head to notice that. It was almost as if Chan and you were meant for eachother. It wasn’t like anything you had experienced before. Your relationship was one of those that you can only find in fairytales, and you knew that it was because both of you were so in love that every thing that could seem as a problem for other people, meant nothing to you.

Even with the distance, you would always be there for eachother. Every time he was getting frustrated over work or you were having a bad time because of college, you would always be there to give support to the other.

Even if your personalities were very different, you barely fought, and it wasn’t because you weren’t able to see the other’s defects or mistakes, but because you knew that they were part of the person you loved and, in a certain way, you also had fallen for those things.

Yes, both of you were completely different worlds, but somehow, you made it work. Even after taking that big step that was making your relationship official, everything kept being the exact same way. Now, it wasn’t only your loved ones who would always tell you that you were basically soulmates, but also his fans and comrades.

Everything was just perfect, or at least it was until that afternoon…

You were visiting Chan after a few months of not seeing each other and, as usual, he took you to that coffee shop that was near his company building.

He was trying his best to act like everything was okay and that nothing was bothering him, but you knew him more than anyone in the world, and you could tell that something was off.

“Babe, is something bothering you?” you asked while caressing his hand over the table.

He saw the concern behind your eyes and that only made the guilt inside of him grow. He didn’t wanna do it, he knew it would end really bad for both of you, but he knew that if he didn’t tell you, someone else would, and that would be even worse.

“Everything’s alright angel” he lied. “Let’s eat, the food will get cold”, and there it was, that smile, the one that he uses every time something is bothering him but he doesn’t wanna tell you.

“Chan”, you called, making him look up to you. He could hardly look at you in the eye without getting nervous. He knew a fight was coming, and he was doing everything he could to hold it over. He was really trying, but he felt so guilty for being the reason for your concern.

Suddenly, the image of you crying in his bed popped into his mind. It was the first time he ever saw you cry, and no one could put in words how guilty and broken he felt for knowing that he was the reason behind it. Apparently you saw one of those mean comments people make on social media about him and you couldn’t resist it.

You were the kind of person that never cared about what others said about you, but as soon as someone said something about your loved ones, it was on.

That was one of the hardest days for both of you. You were trying to give comfort words to each other, but it was useless. You could still not understand why would people be so mean towards the best person you’ve ever met, the one who was always there for anyone that needed some help. On the other hand, he would never forgive himself for making you cry. He knew it was because of him, and he was feeling so mad for making the one he loved suffer in that way. You were his whole world, his motivation on the hard days and his celebration partner on the best ones.

You were everything he could’ve dreamed of, in his eyes you were just perfect, and the fact that he hurt you in some way was something that would never happen again. Or at least that was what he thought.

“Chan? Chan!” Your voice brought him back to reality. “Listen, I don’t know what’s happening, but you know you can tell me everything”.

“Well… Actually, there is something I need to tell you…” He finally said and you nodded. “I was talking with some people from the company the other day and… They asked me to talk to you about some things related to your podcast”.

Chan looked at you, examining every inch of your face, looking for any movement or expression that could let him know what you were thinking, but it was useless. Your expression was completely neutral.

However, in your head things were very different. You weren’t stupid, of course you knew what he was about to say.

You and your best friend, Santiago, had a podcast where you would talk about random stuff, it could be mental health issues, cartoons, movies, or even political complains, it was basically two friends just talking to each other. This podcast had existed even before you knew Chan and it didn’t seem like there was a problem about it until some people of Chan’s company asked him to tell you that you should stop joking about your mental health online because it gave a “bad image”.

That happened just a couple months ago and you were still mad. Anyone who knew you knew that was your coping mechanism and they had the audacity to ask you to stop doing it. Of course you could just refuse to do it, but you didn’t want any problems, besides, after talking with Santiago, you both agreed that there were some comments that could actually be a trigger to some of your audience, so you ended up agreeing.

“What is it?” Your face could be inexpressive, but your voice revealed all the annoyance you were feeling.Of course, Chan noticed that and it only made him more nervous. He really didn't want to do it, he knew it was unfair, but he had to tell you.

“Well… It’s actually a very stupid thing, you will probably laugh when you hear it because it´s really stupid-”

“Just tell me” you said, cutting off the babbling of the slightly scared boy that was sitting across from you.

“They say you should stop swearing so much”.

Chan was right, you did laugh, but it wasn’t for the reason he expected. You were so done with them. As much as you always hated the control they had over Chan, you could kind of understand it since he worked for them, but you didn’t, and the fact that they were trying to have control over you and your friend was unacceptable.

“You know what? I’m going to talk with them, I’m fucking done”. You said getting up from your seat. Even when you were keeping your voice in a low tone, some people turned because of the sudden move.

“Babe!” Chan took your wrist in his hand before you could start walking away. He didn’t say anything, but by the look in his eyes, you knew he wanted you to stay there and talk about it, and so you did.

“It’s just that… It’s so stupid!” You said a little more relaxed.

“I know baby” Chan comforted you by caressing your left cheek.

“I mean, I would consider changing something if it made you uncomfortable, but I shouldn’t have to change because some people that don’t even know me think that I ‘swear’ a lot”.

“Well…” The panic showed on his face as soon as he realized what he had done.“

‘Well’?” You raised a brow. “So you think they’re right’“

“No! Of course not! I’m just saying that maybe you do swear in moments where it’s not completely necessary”. Despite his previous intent of calm you down, he was having some stressful days and he was beginning to feel tired.

“But that’s the way I talk!”

“Well, maybe the way you talk does give a bad image!”

“Oh, because I clearly care so much for my image! Why do you care anyways? You’re not even in the podcast!”

Chan let out a sarcastic laugh. “What did you say before? That you would consider changing something if it made me uncomfortable? Go ahead then, change it! Oh, wait. You won’t, because you are so used to people agreeing with you that whenever someone disagrees you just ignore it!”

You stared at him with a stunned look. Something inside you knew that none of you were thinking straight and that maybe you should stop, but you were so mad at him for agreeing with the people that were trying to control you, that you ignored that little voice.

“First of all, why do you all complain about it so much? Whenever I say a bad word or ‘swear’ or however you wanna call it, I do it in my first language, you don’t even understand what I’m saying so shut the fuck up! And second, it doesn’t even make sense that you are telling me that you are bothered because of my language! I never swear around you because I know that your holy ears bleed everytime someone says ‘fuck’. Why don’t you just tell me that you are so scared of them that you need to be a total jerk to me in order to make them happy?”

“Oh, so now I’m being a jerk? You know what? Maybe I am scared of them, but you are being selfish! You are not even thinking about how this can affect me!”

“Pleeease!” You said with a sarcastic laugh. “You’re no one to talk about it! You were the one who pushed me into revealing our relationship because ‘you didn’t want to hide anything from your fans’“ You mocked. “I wasn’t prepared and you still made me appear in front of a camera! You didn’t care what it would do to me, so don’t talk to me about being selfish!”

You could feel the tears forming in the corner of your eyes. You always tried to ignore the bad comments since they were minimum, but sometimes you couldn’t help being affected by them, especially when you were already having bad times.

“You know I’m sorry for that”. Chan said recovering from the sudden anger. He knew that he made a mistake by throwing you to the world like that and there wasn’t a day he didn’t regret it.

“Well, that doesn’t make the death threats disappear”. As much as you tried to hold them, you felt the tears finally scape.

Chan was speechless, he wanted to say something, to hug you and say sorry for everything, but he couldn’t move. He was just there, sitting while he watched you fall apart. And the worst part was yet to come…

“I- I don’t care about this. I don’t care about those stupid coments and I wouldn’t care about what your stupid bosses tell you if it wasn’t beacuse it’s always me who has to do or change something” Your voice was barely a whisper, but Chan could hear every single word. “My grades have been getting down, you know?” A sad smile painted your face. “I’ve been feeling bad for months and I cannot pay attention to my lessons. To be honest, I don’t even know if I like my career anymore, but I can’t quit, I don’t want to. I keep telling to myself ‘maybe it’s not the career, it’s just my depression, I’ll be fine in a few days’, but I’m not fine and I’ve been wanting to look for help but therapy is fucking expensive”.

Chan was looking at you completely devastated. He never knew you were feeling bad. Of course he knew about your depression, but you once told him that you’ve been feeling alright for more than a year now. How stupid he was for not noticing. He wanted to ask you why you didn’t say anything, why would you hide such important things, but, once again, he didn’t.

“The money I earn… I use everything to come here to see you because you are not allowed to visit me” You said in a more bitter tone than you intended. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m not blaming you, I know this is your job but… It can be a little exhausting to be the one who always has to adapt, to be the strong one. I never say anything because I love you so much and I know I should support you because the path you chose is already hard enough but… I’m just… tired. I’m tired of everything”.

You didn’t even have time to react when your boyfriend got up from his seat and walked around the table to kneel in front of you and wrap his arms tightly around your waist. The initial shock fading as you heard his muffled crying on your chest. You were trying to comfort him by caressing his hair, but it was useless. After a few minutes, when both of you felt that the sobs of the other were fading, Chan finally looked up at you, sending a wave of guilt through your body as you saw his still teary eyes.

Before you could say anything, he gave you a soft and long kiss on the forehead. The kiss was so full of love and emotions that it made you tear once again.

“I’m so sorry” He said with a raspy voice. “I’m such an asshole for not noticing. You’re always there for me and I just-”

“Shhh” You interrupted by caressing his cheek. “None of this is your fault. I shouldn’t have brought up the subject, this wasn’t the time to do it”.

“Hey, don’t say that!” Chan said as he lifted your chin to meet his eyes. “You’re right, I guess I’m taking more than what I’m giving, but this stops now. I will talk with my manager to see if he can fix something, and as for your therapy… I will pay for it”.

“Of course not!” You said with wide eyes. “I’m the one who has to handle this, I’ll find the way”.

“Angel, you don’t have to go through this by yourself, you have me now and I will not leave you alone… Not again”.

And with that said, he held you in his arms once again pulling you as closer as he could as if he feared you’d disappear at any moment. After a few seconds, you heard your boyfriend’s muffled voice again.

“Don’t say that again”.

“What?”

“That you are tired of everything, don’t say that. If you say that you’re tired of me, that you’re tired of college… I can take it, but please don’t say you’re tired of everything”. His words made you suddenly go pale. You didn't expect him to understand the meaning of your words, but he did. Even if you never told him the full story because you were so scared of him dismissing the matter, he knew you were struggling with something ever since you were a child. In fact, he knew more than you tought.

As far as you knew, he was always very busy to listen to your podcast, but that was only partially true, since he did use to listen to some of the chapters. One of them was the one where you and Santiago were talking about the importance of mental health and how people should always ask for help if they feel like there’s something that’s not working as it should. In that chapter you talked a little bit about your experience with depression and you mentioned… Something. Something that you almost did in middle school. Of course, Santiago didn’t seem surprised, since he already knew about it and he only reassured you that you weren’t alone anymore, but for Chan, knowing about that situation really shocked him. Of course he never told you anything since he didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable, but ever since he found out about this… Situation, he would find himself thinking about it in the most unexpected moments of the day.

After thinking about what would be the best answer to the sudden request, you decided that a simple nod would be the only thing that wouldn’t make you burst into tears again, so that’s what you did.

“I still don’t want you to pay for my therapy tho” You said with a tired smile after your boyfriend had broken the hug just to start playing with your hands.

“We’ll talk about it later, angel” He said, smiling back at you, but this time it wasn’t a sarcastic or a nervous smile, it was a real one. “Now, why don’t we go back to the apartment? I will cook something delicious for you”.

“But we already have food here!” You said, letting out a little giggle at the ridiculous proposal.

You could see how the red color of his cheeks and ears became more intense before he leaned toward one of yours. “To be honest… I don’t know if I feel comfortable eating in a room full of people that saw me crying just a few instants ago”.

A sincere laugh escaped your lungs. You hadn’t thought about it until he pointed it out and he was right, it was kind of embarrassing. After a few more giggles from both of you because of the whole situation, you found yourselves walking towards the entrance while holding hands. It was weird, you knew that for most people, having that kind of discussion could've ended in so much pain, and even a breakup, but you weren’t like most people. Chan meant the world to you and you were the love of his life, which meant that he would not back down and he would not let anyone hurt you, even if that someone was you.

You were already walking down the street when you suddenly remembered something.

“Baby?” He looked at you with a sweet simile. “You don’t know how to cook”.

“Well, maybe by ‘cooking something for you’ I meant supervising the people who will actually cook for you”.

“Channie!” You whined, a little worried that his friends will get tired and refuse to keep cooking for you one of these days.

“It’s alright! Felix loves cooking for you! And Lino loves having you around, why would he refuse?” And there they were, the beautiful dimples you’ve been missing for so long.

You stared at his face for a few moments and before he could ask why had you stopped walking, you planted a quick kiss on his right dimple, followed by a sweet peck on his lips.

You laughed at the flustered boy standing in front of you, your smile only getting wider as you felt him holding you by your waist and pulling you closer so he could hide his already red face in the curve of your neck.

“I love you _____“ He murmured, sending shivers down your spine and making you feel butterflies in your chest.

“And I love you, my angel“

“Hey! That’s my nickname for you“ He pouted.

“I know baby, but you truly are an angel to me“ “Stopthisatonceifyoudon’twantmetokissyoualloveryourbeautifulfaceohmygodIloveyoumuch“ You giggled again, barely being able to listen to his muffled words since his face had already found its way back to your neck.

“Channie… I’m sorry for starting that silly fight…”

“Hey, stop it! You had all the right to be mad! And it wasn’t a ‘silly fight‘. Actually, I’m kind of grateful that it happened, since it made me know how you were feeling”.

You were about to complain, but before you could, he planted a quick kiss on your hand and dragged you towards his body, making you get back to the pathway. “Let’s go angel! The faster we get there, the faster I will be able to start begging Minho to cook something for us”.

Hi! I’m sorry if this is too bad, this is my first time writing a short fic and it’s also the first time I write something this long only in english. If there are any grammar mistakes that you can find, feel free to send me a DM and correct me (:

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5uptic · 3 years ago

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hey fanfic spotlight again:)

arm candy by amsves (5up/Fundy, general rating, m/m | 300 words)

Summary: The first thing Fundy does after the stream ends is lean over and engulf 5up in his arms.

a chance encounter by mangoedges (Apollo/Steve, teen rating, m/m | 450 words)

Summary: Who would have thought Apollo would find his soulmate now?

Desecration Smile by AllianettemiE5 (Apollo/Steve, teen rating, m/m | 1k words)

Summary: No summary.

She said to me, Oh Death / Come close my eyes by Anonymous (Apollo/Steve, general rating, m/m | 1k words)

Summary: Steve thought the words on his wrist were the coolest thing ever, but they just didn’t make sense. No, really; he even asked 5up–had called him in a possibly drunk state on his twentieth birthday, when a prickling sensation on his arm made him think that he was about to die, 5up, help, and was reminded drily that it was his soulmark, dumbass–and the best his smartest friend (self-proclaimed) could offer was, “Maybe your soulmate’s a poet?” Completely useless. Steve remembered hanging up on him, the click of his mobile cutting off his indignant exclamation. It was only the next day that he looked, properly looked, at his soulmark and tried to make sense of it. Nope. That didn’t work out either; he blamed the hangover. For the longest time ever, he just dismissed it as the universe fucking up. A slash in the middle of a phrase? Ridiculous.

why’d you only call me when you’re high? by LVTO (5up/Steve, teen rating, m/m | 1k words)

Summary: “I miss you,” Steve mumbles through the phone, and his voice has that soft, honest tone that it always does when he’s like this. 5up’s heart clenches. It’s these moments that keep him from leaving like he should’ve done four months ago, these soft-spoken truths that time and time again have him believing that maybe, maybe this time will be different. It never is. or 5up receives a phone call and ponders his life.

jealousy, jealousy by planetwitch (5up/Fundy, teen rating, m/m | 1.1k words)

Summary: 5up and Fundy are best friends and have never crossed that line into something more. Until Fundy gets jealous at 5up's constant admiration for a certain 6 foot tall musician.

mimi's menagerie of the miraculous & the mundane by 5280ft (5up/Steve, teen rating, m/m | 1.1k words, chaptered WIP)

Summary: a drabble for the word of the day, every day, for 100 days.

5up & Co. Throw Yarn at a Wall (and more) by WhenTheFogClears (general rating, gen | 1.3k words, chaptered WIP)

Summary: Hafu neither confirmed nor denied, instead snatching the half unraveled ball of yarn out of his hands forcefully, a cheshire grin finding its way onto her face. Before 5up could clearly decipher the situation, she flung it at him, smacking him directly in the center of his face. or 5up loves throwing yarn at walls, and everyone else quickly picks it up from him. But in different ways.

Inside My Mind by SilverSprinklez10 (5up/Apollo, Apollo/Steve, teen rating, m/m | 1.4k words)

Summary: Soulmates are usually a blessing. But sometimes, a soulmate connection can feel like a curse.

(2021, 190 x 172 cm, oil on canvas) by 5280ft (5up/Steve, teen rating, m/m | 1.9k words)

Summary: Nobody ever painted anything if they’ve never painted the way 5up closes his eyes when he laughs, how his slender fingers wrap around a new tube of paint, how his smile is all teeth and eye-crinkling. Cabanel’s Fallen Angel has curls, but they aren’t 5up’s, are they? Hyllas, in the nymphs, has fair and delicate hands but 5up’s are prettier, especially when he accidentally squirts paint everywhere and slams his palms on the table and goes “fuck!” Steve cackles until he can’t breathe.

Don't Take Me Tongue-Tied by AoDity, LovelyDayForIt (5up/Sleepy, 5up/Apollo, teen rating, m/m | 2.2k words)

Summary: "Sleepy found the ring by luck, something that matches his lover's graceful beauty that he could still afford. Twisted strands of thin silver with a little shimmering opal in the center, it was perfect." Aka: Sleepy's love for Five brought him heartache. If they try, there's still a chance the two could be happy.

implying that the ferris wheel's your body (and i'd really love admission to it) by homeward_bound (David/Hafu/Steve, mature rating, multi | 2.2k words)

Summary: Steve might be drunk out of his mind, but David's just really hot, okay? [or, steve propositions david, kind of. hafu and dumbdog bear witness to his lapse in judgement.]

mi casa es su casa by some_spooky_shit_right_there (Apollo/Steve, teen rating, m/m | 2.9k words)

Summary: Apollo's soulmate is cautious. Except, apparently, when it comes to coffee. Because, for the fifth time this week, Apollo wakes up to a burnt tongue. It's annoying. He can't really be mad though, because he has given his soulmate so much worse. The occasional burnt tongue is a meager act of penance, comparatively.

I love you too (I love you too) by some_spooky_shit_right_there (5up/Apollo/Steve, general rating, multi | 3.9k words)

Summary: Apollo comes into 5up's coffee shop. He always gets a cup of coffee and either a bagel or a croissant. He always seems tired, and he never comes in on weekends. Steve would really love to find out just who, exactly, he is.

i'm more fool than wise by 5fu (5up/Steve, unrated, m/m | 5.8k words, chaptered WIP)

Summary: Steven Suptic is a brilliant crewmate - ask anyone. Okay so don't ask Janet. Or Dk. Or Koji. You know what, don't even ask - it's pretty obvious he is. But when new recruit and stunningly intelligent 5up boards the Crewfu, Steve isn't so sure he can compete. Not that he cares. Totally. Absolutely. On their mission to gather intel on Polus and find out what happened to the previous crew that disappeared from the planet three years earlier, Steve may realize that maybe he was indeed more fool than wise - and maybe it wasn't a bad thing.

i was praying that you and me might end up together by Qupid (Apollo/Steve, teen rating, m/m | 7.8k words, chaptered WIP)

Summary: Four years at Polus University. Four first weeks of school. Two strangers become two friends, and maybe even something more. Apollo hates being seen, hates having attention drawn to him, hates living in a world that feels like a game where everyone knows the rules except him. Steve thrives on attention, purposefully draws the gaze of everyone in the room, making his own rules as he floats through life. They're a match made in hell, but Apollo finds that when Steve looks at him, gives him nothing but attention, he doesn't mind being seen after all.

Long Journey Home by some_spooky_shit_right_there (Apollo/Steve, teen rating, m/m | 9.6k words)

Summary: Homesick and lonesome and I'm feeling kind of blue Feeling kind of blue, boys, feeling kind of blue Homesick and lonesome and I'm feeling kind of blue I'm on my long journey home

there’s so many ways to say “i love you” and i wouldn’t wanna waste ‘em (on someone who, don’t feel it too) by Dear_MaedaysUnwelcomedGhost (5up/Steve, 5up/Hafu, 5up/Ellum, 5up/Kimi, teen rating, multi | 13k words, chaptered)

Summary: Love was a strange thing, 5up found. It was everywhere. And not in the way it may seem. It wasn’t in the adverts of perfect couples with artificial lighting. It wasn’t in the glittery cards made by factories or the flowers sold at grocery stores. Not in the TV shows made to bring in cash and be thrown out, with couples who don’t have anything to hold onto but brief infatuation and physical attraction. But in the friendly smiles of strangers as they pass by. In a mother cutting fruit up for their child. Running a hand through the hair of your partner, as their eyes flutter close and to sleep. Helping a stranger pick up their dropped papers, asking for nothing in return. In the graffiti on the wall by the alleyway you walk by everyday to get to work. To the goods baked by small independent bakeries. Flowers planted in parks to make it just a little nicer, or the ones growing out of pavement cracks with determination.

Also!

GuardianPuppy‘s this city needs to be destroyed or at least painted in a different color collection.

spaded_ace’s Casino in the Sky collection.

5fu’s among all this pain collection.

FAQ:

Wait what is this: pretty straight to the point! i’ll regularly share crewfu-related fanfictions to this blog :)

How regularly is “regularly”?: great question! LOL. it depends on the flow of fanfics that get uploaded, which i do not have any control over, but i’m looking forward to do this twice a month. after all, it’s only me doing this and i often run on a tight schedule.

What’s the format like?:

[title of fic with link] by [author of the fic with link] ([main pairing(s)], [fic rating: eg, general rating], [relationship: eg, m/m] | [word count in k], [added prompt to specify if it’s complete or not])

Summary: [summary provided by the author. if it doesn’t have a summary, a “No summary” prompt will be put instead]

(What does WIP mean again?): Work In Progress :)

Why are you doing this?: from the beginning, my blog has hosted conversations about RPF (real people fiction) and crewfu pairings. this has evolved into people sending me updates about certain fics in the crewfu tags every now and then, but i wanna take the next step and just do these things myself. after all, i’m already lurking in the tags often to see the fics that get posted. as someone who is both a writer and a reader, i wanna appreciate fanfic writers and help out other people that want to read fanfic and consume more fandom content!

Will it be AO3 only?: well, ao3 has a very helpful tag system that makes finding fics incredibly easy, as well as allowing people with no accounts to like and comment on fics, so that’s the site i will personally look in for fanworks. but if there are any fics you’ve written or liked in any other platforms, such as wattpad, you can always contact me through my inbox (send an ask or a dm!), and i’ll make sure to include for the next fanfic spotlight :)

Does it mean you won’t reply to fic asks anymore?: yeah, i guess. since i’ll be doing the searching myself it seems counterproductive. but if i ever skip a fic or again, it’s in another platform, or you’ve posted/read the fic a while ago and you want to get more traction on it, hit me up and i’ll take it into consideration!

Will you read every single one of the fics on your list?: oh no. again, i run on a tight schedule, and also i have my own taste when it comes to fics. i won’t be reviewing fics or any of the sort, and my intention extends to simply sharing these fics to this page so people will have easier access to them :) that’s where ao3 tagging becomes SUPER useful!!!

So what’s the criteria for the way you’ll sort out the fics in your list?: word count, going from lowest to highest. in case of fics in other platforms, i guess i’ll put them at the top of the list. i’ll also be looking for fairly recent fics, so let me know if you want any old-ish fic to be included.

I see you talking mostly about 5up/Steve and Steve/Apollo. Can I still send/see other crewfu fics?: why yes absolutely! my goal is to push every fic which heavily features regular crewfu characters - 5uptic and supdog just happen to be very popular pairings. so, to give you a list: core 4 (5up, hafu, dk, steve), apollo, aipha, annie, janet, kimi, ellum, koji… you know the drill. it doesn’t have to be centered on a relationship, or about 5up in specific, etc. my only requirement is that any of the previously mentioned members are a central part of the fic or are HEAVILY featured in it (sorry, minecraft fics with 50+ tags who only mention 5up as an afterthought won’t make the cut :/).

Isn’t shipping Bad™?: well, it’s a little more nuanced than that. i will go out of my way to discourage and shame people who often violate CCs’ boundaries by acting like so and so has a crush on this person, or that this and that are Actually Into Each Other or secretly dating. any sort of tinhat bullshit is a big nono (think larries). but i run on the assumption that people who write rpf understand that what they’re doing is simply write a completely fictional story using real life personalities, and understand the boundaries necessary to do it - aka they’re not tinhats, they understand they can’t assume everything about CCs’ thoughts and personalities, they understand that what they’re writing is strictly fiction, they keep these works only in fandom circles, etc. (but again, it’s only one me doing this, so please be kind if i don’t happen to know that this person is Actually a tinhat or whatever).

show fic: NO. (seriously. i don’t feel comfortable putting my ao3 account out there. please respect my privacy on these trying times <3)

I REALLY don’t care about your rpf/fic talk: fair! i’ll be tagging every single one of these posts as “fanfic spotlight”, so just mute the tag using tumblr settings so you’ll never have to look at these! likewise, you can follow the tag if you want to keep up with it, or search it on my blog to look at the other entries you might have missed.

Hey, my fic is here and I don’t feel comfortable with it being shared over here: no problem! let me know as soon as you can and i’ll take it down <3

#crewfu #fanfic spotlight #long post #finally a steve/dogfu fic.... come kiss me author

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marauders-venting · 3 years ago

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Gay Secrets and Fabulous Hair

pairing: jily (james x lily), wolfstar (remus x sirius)

genre: fluff FLUFF FLUUUUUUUUFFFFFFFFF

warnings: minor panic attack

words: 4508

“What’s up, Evans?” Sirius said, coming into the common room and sitting on the couch beside Lily.

“What? Oh, nothing,” she said.

“Come on, spill,” Sirius said. “What’s bothering you?”

“Nothing, nothing. Just Potter—”

“Ah, got James on your mind now, have you?” Sirius said, smirking.

“Shut up, Sirius,” she said, but she blushed and looked at her hands, giving her away entirely. “He’s just getting on my nerves is all.”

“Hmm, what did he do this time?” Sirius asks.

“Ok, this is going to sound dumb. But he won’t shut up about his hair and it’s giving me a headache. He’s just so self-absorbed. It was fine when I hated him because I didn’t have to listen to him rambling on about it all the time but now that we’re actually friends… it’s quite irritating.”

“Yeah, he hasn’t shut up about his hair for about seven years. Although I suppose I’m being a hypocrite right now cause, let’s be honest, neither have I.”

“True, true,” Lily said. “It just annoying, you know?” But she had a small smile on her face. She tried to hide it but Sirius saw it. He knew Lily fancied James. It was beyond obvious. But while she refused to admit it he could still have some fun, couldn’t he? Besides, it wouldn’t be long before Lily and James got together. He should take advantage of this opportunity before it’s too late. And he just had the perfect idea.

“You know,” he started, grinning mischievously at Lily, “we might be able to fix that.” Lily turned to him, eyebrows raised.

“I’m listening.”

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When James wakes up the next morning, Sirius is still asleep. Predictable. He changes and goes downstairs to breakfast but before he leaves the common room, a new notice on the noticeboard catches his eye.

Society for Witches and Wizards with Hair More Fabulous Than Life Itself

Exclusive invitations will be given to those with outstanding hair by tonight

If you wish to join and were not given an invitation, you may come to the auditions that will be held over the next two days and we, Lily Evans and Sirius Black shall decide if your hair is spectacular enough to join our club.

Again, it was predictable that Sirius would start a society for people with fabulous hair. But Lily? She was always going on about how James was too self-absorbed. This seemed pretty hypocritical. Although, in all fairness, Lily did have fabulous hair. James Potter, of all people, would know that.

All day, James waited for Sirius or Lily to invite him to join their society but neither one of them mentioned anything. Lily invited Marlene at lunch and she accepted, giving Lily a bewildered look until Lily whispers something in her ear and they both giggle and keep whispering together. James edges closer to where their sitting and tries to be as quiet as possible. Lily’s laugh was the most angelic sound James had ever heard and every time he heard it, it filled him with a sense of warmth and bubbly happiness and excitement. He knows that Lily doesn’t like him like that but he can’t help treasure these moments where he can appreciate all the little things about her that somehow nobody else seems to notice. Her laugh, her smile, her eyes.

James didn’t want to be in love with Lily. Loving someone who could hardly stand you was painful enough, but to become friends with her and realize that she’s more incredible than you could’ve ever imagined… that was a type of hurt James never thought he would experience. No, James did not want to be in love with Lily Evans. But it baffled him that there were people — living, breathing people who existed in this world — who had not fallen in love with her. James thought it was unavoidable.

He didn’t tell Lily any of this, of course. James had asked Lily out but she had turned him down. And that was it. He respected her decision. But that didn’t mean he could fall out of love. Because he was sure that it was love that he felt for Lily. True love or soulmates or whatever you want to call it. But this was it. This was the real deal. The only trouble was that it was only real for James.

It was nearly eleven at night when James finally asked Sirius about his invitation. He had given up waiting for either him or Lily to approach him and decided to just ask Sirius.

“I mean, I know we share a room but don’t you think you’ve waited a little too long?” James said. “Marlene got her invitation at lunch.”

“Um, Jamie, I don’t know how to break this to you but…” Sirius started, “you weren’t invited.”

“What?” James said. “But I have spectacular hair!”

“Just… come to the auditions tomorrow if it means so much to you, ok mate?” James merely shrugs.

The next day James still hasn’t decided if he wants to audition. On one hand, he knows he’ll pass the audition because, well, have you seen his hair? But on the other hand, he doesn’t want to give Sirius the satisfaction of knowing that James actually cares about his hair. Because he was sure that Sirius didn’t invite him on purpose. What other reason could there be? It certainly wasn’t because of James’ hair. That he was certain of.

It’s during lunch that James makes up his mind, after discovering that both Mary and Dorcas auditioned.

“They score you out of ten,” Mary explained to him. “I got a 7 but they said that isn’t a high enough score.”

“Don’t worry about it, Mary, you have beautiful hair,” James reassured her. Mary smiles at him like he’s a little kid.

“Thank you, James. I don’t really care, to be honest; I was just curious to see what they’re doing,” she says shrugging. “What did you get, Dorcas?”

“I got a nine,” Dorcas said.

“Good on you,” James says, clapping her on the back.

“Thanks, James,” Dorcas said laughing. “Are you going to audition?”

“Probably,” James said, shrugging. He tries to look nonchalant but he’s determined to go now.

When James finds the classroom that the audition is being held in, he knocks on the door.

“Come in,” says Lily’s voice. She and Sirus sitting behind a desk with quills and parchment. James enters and stands in front of their desk.

“Ok so how does this work?” he asks. “Do you just score me now or…?”

“Potter, you get a two out of ten,” Lily says, writing something down on a piece of paper. “Not nearly close enough to join. You’re dismissed.”

“What?! How? I have the best hair out of all of you!”

“Because Potter, your hair is messy and sticks up in odd places and it looks like you’ve never bothered to run a comb through it in your life,” Lily says.

“Sorry mate, she’s right,” Sirius said. He’s got a hand over his mouth but it’s clear he’s laughing.

“Wha— I… fine,” James grumbles. He points a certain finger in their direction and stalks out of the room, outraged.

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“Remus!” Remus turns around at the sound of his name and sees James walking towards him.

“Oh, hey James,” Remus says.

“Hi, Moony, my new best friend,” James says, swinging an arm around him. Remus looks at him suspiciously.

“What did Sirius do?” he asks.

“What makes you think Sirius did anything? Can’t a guy decide that no longer want a… a… annoying person as their best friend?”

“Really? Annoying person? That’s the best you can do?” Remus says, rolling his eyes.

“Give me a break, I’m not used to actually insulting Sirius,” James muttered.

“So what did he do?” Remus asks again.

“Did you hear about his and Lily’s Society for fabulous hair?”

“Oh yeah,” Remus said, laughing. “Oh. Did you not pass the audition?”

“It’s so unfair!” James bursts out. “I mean you and I have perfectly good hair.”

“Um, James…. I was, um, I was actually invited,” Remus mumbled.

“They invited YOU?!?!?!” James exclaims. Remus holds back laughter and nods. Benefits of fucking one of the founders of the society, I guess, Remus thinks. He nearly says it out loud but stops himself. James goes on to ramble about his hair but Remus isn’t really listening anymore. He’s thinking about Sirius (no surprises there).

If Remus is being honest with himself, he’s tired of sneaking around. He loves Sirius. He loves Sirius more than anyone. And he wants people to know it. He’s not saying they should go around broadcasting their relationship but being able to hold hands in public or make jokes (such as these) around their friends would be nice.

His whole life Remus had done nothing but hide his identity. When his friends found out he was a werewolf it was an enormous weight lifted off his chest. When he told his friends he was gay, not only were they all incredibly supportive, but it had given Sirius the courage to come out to Remus as well. That was how they got together in the first place.

Neither he nor Sirius had been ready to share their relationship with the rest of their friends back then. But Remus was ready now. But he didn’t want to push Sirius into anything. Sirius wasn’t out to their friends and if his family ever found out the consequences could be dire, even though Sirius no longer lived in Grimmauld Place. And Remus wouldn’t risk Sirius’ safety for anything. When Sirius was ready he would tell him. And Remus would wait. He’ll wait as long as it takes. He’d wait forever. Because nothing can compare, nothing can even come close, to the all-consuming happiness that Remus feels when he’s with Sirius. And he wouldn’t give that feeling up for the world.

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But Sirius was becoming tired of being closeted too. He used to be so afraid of leaving the closet. He felt the fear in his bones; it would make him shiver. It had been a safe place for him. Safer to hide his feelings, to bury them, than to risk his family finding out. Or worse, his friends finding out and hating him. But now the closet felt small and suffocating. Sirius was tired of hiding who he was. He was tired of it. When he was with his family he wore a mask of confidence and rebelliousness to protect himself. But when he was with his friends he had always been himself. Unapologetically himself. Keeping a secret this big from his friends, especially from James, felt weird and unnatural. But the threat of his family hung over his head like a vulture, waiting for the perfect excuse to strike, not only at him but at the Potters now too. And Sirius was afraid that this would be just the excuse they were waiting for.

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Lily and Sirius kept up the society for a couple of days before deciding that they had dragged it on long enough. They told the few people who had joined that they had been playing a prank on someone and thanked them for playing a vital part in it but it was over now.

Later that night, Lily was in the library working on her Charms essay with her friends, although they were doing more talking than working.

“Ugh, Lily, I can’t do this,” Marlene complained. “Please help me.”

“I can’t, Marls, I’m sorry,” Lily said, checking her watch. “I have prefect rounds soon.”

“You mean Head Girl rounds,” Alice corrected.

“Eh, it’s the same thing,” Lily said. “They’re equally boring.”

“Really? Even when you get to spend all that quality time with James Potter,” Dorcas said, winking at her.

“Shut up,” Lily said, blushing.

“Speaking of spending quality time with your crush—” Mary started.

“He is not my crush!” Lily insisted.

“You don’t really think we believe you, do you Lils?” Alice asked. Lily sighed in defeat.

“Fine,” she said. “I like him and I would also like to not make a big deal of it. You were saying, Mary?”

“I was just going to ask where Remus is,” she said. “He could help us with this essay if he wasn’t… preoccupied.”

“Yeah, he and Sirius disappeared after dinner,” Marlene said, smirking.

“Yeah, they’re not fooling anyone any more than you are Lily,” Dorcas said.

“Hey, I’m not that bad!” Lily insisted. “Am I?”

“Not quite,” Dorcas said, laughing.

“But that’s not saying much, Lils,” Marlene said.

“Ugh, now I really have to go,” Lily said. “But I can check your essay later if you want me to Marlene.”

“Lily, you’re an angel. I love you. Seriously, thank you so so much,” Marlene said, hugging Lily.

“Of course,” Lily said, laughing. “See you guys later.”

She hurried back to the Gryffindor common room to put her books away and find James. The first sign that something was wrong was that James wasn’t waiting to greet her at the entrance. Every day without fail, James would wait for Lily to be ready for their rounds, unable to hide his excitement. But today she finds him sitting alone in the common room, biting his nail and doodling on a piece of parchment while staring into the fire, seemingly absent-mindedly but Lily can that something is bothering him.

“Ah Potter, don’t be so upset about the hair thing, ok?” she says, coming up from behind him and ruffling his hair flirtatiously before she sits on the couch beside him. “It’s nothing personal. Well, actually no, it’s very personal but it’s all just a joke, right? It’s over now anyway. We called it off.”

“What?” he asks, looking at her. “Oh, yeah. I mean, no that's not why… you know what never mind.”

“What is it?” she asks.

“It doesn't matter,” James replies.

“Potter, something is obviously bothering you. If it didn’t matter you wouldn’t be thinking about it. What's the matter?”

“Fine,” James says. “It’s… I’m worried about Sirius.”

“Sirius?” Lily asks. She was confused. Sirius seemed fine to her. Happier, in fact, than he had been all of last year. Happier than he had been in a long time. She had thought that this was because he had left his family and moved in with James over the summer. But perhaps James had seen something that she hadn’t. “What about him? He seems fine, doesn’t he?”

“He seems fine,” James says. “But he keeps sneaking around at night and disappearing during the day—”

“Isn’t that custom for you two?” she asks, smirking.

“Yeah for us. But now he’s going alone. And every time I ask him about it he has the worst cover-up stories. I mean, there’s only so many times you can go to the bathroom in one day. I’m worried that he’s… I don’t know. He’s never done this before. I don’t want him to do something stupid and get himself hurt.”

“When you say sneaking around and disappearing… do you mean when he goes with Remus?” Lily asks, slowly.

“What?” James asks. “I mean, I never really thought about that. I just always figured Remus was going to the library to study or going somewhere with you or Mary or Alice. Like he does all the time. I didn’t think what they were doing was connected. Do you?”

“Um, Potter,” Lily says, starting to laugh, “you are really the most oblivious shit on the planet, aren’t you?”

“I am not!” James insists. Then after a moment, “what do you mean?” Lily rolls her eyes.

“I can’t believe I actually have to tell you this,” she says, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Remus and Sirius are dating.”

“What?” James says. Then after comprehending the words that Lily just said, he jumps up to his feet. “WHAT?” Lily starts laughing.

“How the fuck did you not realise that?”

“No way,” James said. “No fucking way. Sirius isn’t even gay, Evans.” Lily just laughs harder.

“Oh god, you really are stupid,” she says. “Fine, if you don’t believe me, go upstairs to your dorm right now, quietly, and see what Remus and Sirius are doing. If they aren’t making out, I will give you five sickles. If they are, you have to give me five sickles. Deal?”

“Deal. You’re delusional, Evans.” So they shake on it and James goes upstairs.

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The door is locked. James casts Alohomora non-verbally and creaks the door open. And there they are. Locked in a kiss, Sirius pressed up against the wall, his shirt hanging open, Remus’ jumper on the floor. James stands there, his mouth hanging open at the sight of his two best friends making out. Suddenly they break apart.

“James,” Sirius says, suddenly and Remus whips around to face James as well.

“Holy shit,” James says. “Holy shit. Um.”

“Oh god. James, we’re so, so sorry,” Remus said. “We didn’t mean for you to find out this way.”

“No, don’t be,” James said. “I’m sorry I— Sirius, are you ok?” Sirius’ whole body was shaking and his face was as white as a sheet.

“Sirius?” Remus said, turning towards him. Sirius just shook his head and bit his lip, hands trembling uncontrollably. “Come here, love,” Remus whispered. “Sit down. It’s going to be fine. I promise everything is going to be fine. Just breathe, Sirius.” James hurried towards Sirius and hugged him tightly.

“Sirius,” he said, pulling back and looking him dead in the eye, “it’s ok. I promise you, I don’t care. I don’t care if you like guys or girls or both or neither. I don’t care. You’re still my best friend. You’re still my brother. You’re still you.” Sirius nodded and he seemed to calm down a little. He closed his eyes for a moment.

“Try to breathe,” Remus said, softly. He was holding Sirius’ hand, tracing slow comforting circles in his palm. James smiled at their joined hands.

“So,” he said, as Sirius started to calm down. “You two are dating?” Sirius nodded and Remus said a quiet, “yeah.”

“So that means you’re gay too?” James added to Sirius. “Or bi? Or something else?”

“I… um,” Sirius started hyperventilating again.

“It’s ok,” James said quickly. “You don’t have to tell me anything.”

“No, no, it’s fine, I just…” Sirius closed his and took a deep breath. “I’m pansexual.” James was silent.

“I–I don’t really know—”

“Yeah, I figured you wouldn’t know,” Sirius said, nodding. “It’s ok, though, I don’t mind explaining. Basically, it means I like people of all genders. Like… I like them for who they are regardless of gender. If that makes sense.”

“Yeah,” James said. “Thanks for telling me, Pads. And I’m really sorry that I… y’know, walked in on you and freaked you out.”

“It’s fine,” Sirius said. “We meant to tell you anyway, we just…” He glanced at Remus. James nodded.

“You–you really don’t mind this?” Remus asked, biting his lip.

“Of course not,” James said. “I love you guys. You’re my best friends and I want you to be happy. And if being together makes you happy then I’m happy for you— wait, fuck!”

“What?” they asked at the same time, looking alarmed.

“No, no, it’s no big deal. Just now I owe Evans five sickles.”

“What?” said Remus. “You were betting on… what?”

“I told her that I was worried about you guys because you kept sneaking around and disappearing and she said that you’re together but I didn’t believe her. So yeah, she bet me five sickles that you two are dating.”

“Damn, I thought we were good at sneaking around,” Sirius said, shaking his head and laughing.

“You were,” James said, “but Evans is… she knows everything.” A dreamy look came across his face and Remus and Sirius exchanged a smirk.

“Proud of you, mate,” James said, snapping out of his daze and clapping Sirius on the shoulder. “You too, Rem.”

“Thank you, James,” Sirius says, hugging him, “for… you know. Being so supportive. It really means the world to me.”

“No, you shouldn’t be thanking me,” James says, hugging him back. “I should be thanking you for sharing it with me. See, that’s the problem with our world. Well, one of the many problems but those are to fix another time. Moony, come here, it’s group hug time.” Remus rolled his eyes but smiled as he joined the hug.

“Okay, um, I’ll… let you get back to… you know,” James said, gesturing towards the bed. Remus goes redder than James has ever seen but Sirius grins. James leaves the dorm and goes back to the common room, sitting down next to Lily, who is holding out her hand expectantly. James high-fives her and she rolls her eyes and smiles slightly. He fishes five sickles out of his pocket and hands them to her. She cackles.

“I told you so,” she says.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re always right and I’m oblivious and dumb.”

“Come on, Potter,” she says. “Time to patrol the corridors.”

“Ugh, do we have to?” he asks, pouting.

“Yes, Potter we have to. Stop complaining, I’ve been doing this since fifth year. And my partner got replaced with an annoying little shit so—”

“Rude!” James said.

“But true,” Lily said laughing.

“Ever heard of a white lie, Evans?” James says, smiling and standing up.

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They cover half the castle while making jokes and laughing, not really paying attention to whether or not students were out of bed or not until Lily decides she has to bring it up.

“Potter, what’s up?” she says.

“What?”

“What’s bothering you?”

“Nothing. It doesn’t matter,” he said, shaking his head.

“Come on,” Lily said, poking him in the side. “I helped you with the last thing, didn’t I? You can tell me.”

“Ok. It’s just… when I walked into the dorm they were kissing. And then Sirius saw me and he completely freaked out. Like he really thought that I wouldn’t be ok with it. He really thought I would hate him or something. And… I don’t know. I mean, after everything he still doesn’t trust me?”

“James…”

“It’s stupid, I know. This isn’t even about me. And I’m not trying to make it about me, I swear. I just… I don’t want Sirius to feel like he can’t tell me stuff. He’s my best friend. I tell him everything and I want him to feel like he can do the same with me. I don’t want him to keep secrets from me because he’s afraid that I’ll hate him because of it.”

“Ok, first of all, it’s not stupid at all. I get what you’re saying. But you have to understand where Sirius is coming from, too. It’s not that he doesn’t trust you. He would trust you with his life, James. He does. But usually, it’s the people we love and trust the most that it’s hardest to come out to. Because we think they’ll accept us but there’s always the chance that they won’t, you know? And if they don’t, how do you keep going from there? It’s taking a big risk. Sirius just wasn’t ready to risk his friendship with you. It means too much to him. Trust me, James, it was the same for me when I came out as bi. It’s not that he doesn’t trust you. It’s that he loves you too much to be ready to risk it.” James’ eyes were watering. He turned away so Lily wouldn’t see as he blinked them away.

“You really think so?” he asks quietly.

“Yeah,” she said. “But you can ask him if you want. Ask him if you can talk about it.” James nodded.

“Thanks, Evans.”

“Any time, Potter.”

“You called me James before.”

“So what if I did?”

“You never call me James.”

“I know,” she says. “Don’t get used to it.” Then after a moment, she adds, “I still can’t believe you didn’t know they were dating. I mean you literally spend all of your time together, you share a fucking room with them for Christ’s sake.”

“How did you know?” James asks. “Did they tell you?”

“God no,” Lily says, shaking her head. “You really think they would tell me and not you?

“I suppose not,” he replies. “How did you know then?”

“Well Potter, see I have these things in my head called eyes that I use to see. And then the things that I see go to my brain, where I string two and two together. Although, I suppose you wouldn’t know about that seeing as you don’t have a brain.”

“Oh, very funny,” James says, rolling his eyes. “Really witty. Your jokes are worse than Sirius’ puns.”

“Now that’s just mean.” And they both laugh. Lily has to bite her lip to keep from sighing. Ugh, his laugh is just too cute! she thinks. God, this is so stupid! Lily knows that James likes her. She knows that. And she likes him too. So what’s holding her back? She thinks for a moment and then the answer comes to her. Nothing. In this moment in time, right now, nothing is holding Lily back. She stops walking.

“Evans?” James asks, stopping as well. “Why’d you stop? Is everything ok? ” She leans forward slowly, not breaking eye contact with James. Lily waits until she sees the realisation grow in his eyes as he realises what’s about to happen and then she kisses him. Her hands find the back of his neck and she pulls him closer as she feels his hands in her hair. And then his hands are on her cheeks but only for a moment before she feels him pull away; he’s looking her dead in the eyes.

“Is this another joke?” he asks. “Because if it is it’s not funny.” Lily shakes her head quickly.

“No, it’s not a joke,” she says. “I swear, it’s not a joke.”

“Really?” he asks, his hazel eyes lighting up.

“Really,” she replies, smiling warmly. “I just really wanted to kiss you because… I like you, Potter.”

“Is this a dream? I mean, it’s gotta be a dream, right? Because there’s no way you just—” Lily laughs.

“No, Potter, it’s not a dream,” she said. “I really do like you and we really just kissed.”

“I— I… wow,” James said. “I mean, you know I like you, Evans, I’ve liked you forever. I just never thought I’d be lucky enough for you to like me. I mean…” James sighs and cups Lily’s face with his hands. “I love you, Lily. I mean, you probably already knew that but… I wanted to say it anyway.” Lily smiles warmth spreading from her cheeks to the tips of her fingers.

“I love you too, James,” she said, moving her body into his.

“Can I kiss you?” he asks.

“Yes,” Lily nods. And he does. Lily’s heart raced in her chest as James’ lips connect with hers and she tangles her fingers in his fabulous hair.

a/n: the part where James says that he should be thanking Sirius for coming out to him and not the other way around is based on my friend’s reaction when i told her that i’m bi. so yeah she deserves credit for that cause she’s the best

also regarding the part where sirius explains pansexuality to james,, please know that i am not pan and the explanation is something that i found on the internet. obviously, every pan person has a different experience but i hope i portrayed this fairly. if something doesn’t sound quite right to you please let me know because i dont want to spread a wrong image of pansexuality! thanks

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completed series masterlist (1)

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2 hearts, 22 calibers by heyhihellowhatsup0

summary: despite discovering the new owner of the club you work at may have his own secrets hidden, the temptation to get closer to him outweighs your trepidation...

12 days of christmas by keepingupwiththeparkers

24 hour, long lasting by madmadmilk

summary: a clumsy you, a tube of long lasting lipstick, a small case of stumbling, a stain, and a boy you never imagined to meet.

chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

against the agenda by cosmetologynerd

summary: he was tom holland; love was not on the agenda.

all of the lights by spiderboytherescue

always, yours by angelicholland

summary: you always knew you loved your best friend but you figured that he would never feel the same way, so you set those useless feelings aside. how will you cope when you find a box of letters that tells you otherwise? is it too late to let go of the butterflies trapped deep within you? would he even feel the same way anymore?

apartment 509 by sweetlysilent

summary: tom brings girls home almost daily, something that bothers you to the end of the world; whereas on the other hand you rarely go out, spending majority of your time focused on your studies, something that drives tom insane, the tension between the two of you becoming thicker, even more when he finds out you have a study date.

attachment by hazinhoodies

summary: maybe you held on a little too tight. you were only trying to salvage the most important relationship of your life.

beneath the waves by cosmetologynerd

summary: “please, i wish to be free.”

black beauty by blissfulparker

summary: tom, the king of hell, has no time for love or any woman in his life. he spends his days finding new punishments for the people who deserve it. you, spend your days in heaven making everyone happy. never wanting a soul to feel down. what happens when heaven decides to send you down to join tom in hell? why would they send their best angel to the devil himself?

born king by spiderboytotherescue

breaking curfew by wazzupmrstark

summary: when you got the job to be a counsellor at the summer camp you’d grown up attending all your life, you expected to see some familiar faces. but you certainly hadn’t counted on having to work alongside the boy who had made it his life’s mission to make your life a living hell every summer. in fact, you thought you’d never have to see tom holland again. but he’s is in the cabin right across from yours with campers of his own- smirk, jawline, and all. if you didn’t know any better you might’ve thought that he applied for the position just to spite you, but who were you kidding? what kind of asshole would do something like that?

clear by peeterparkr

summary: y/n is in town for summer, she wants the sea to wash away the pains of the past, however when a certain surfer comes into her life, the remaining salt might not decant, but maybe some sweet surprises might come to shore

complications by loserparker

summary: being roommates with tom was easy, fun. that is until feelings started getting involved. throw in the fact that both of you suck at communication and things are bound to get complicated.

contrapposto by madmadmilk

summary: you desperately needed a figure model for your upcoming art final and you find a friend willing to pose for you.

chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4

dare you to move by starksparker

summary: friends with benefits is supposed to be just that. friends with the benefits of fooling around and not having anything more than platonic feelings. easy, fun, thrilling, no one gets hurt…right?

determined by blesshimnorris

summary: you are enjoying university life with your fellow housemates, except for tom, who seems to avoid or tease you every chance he gets. but with your birthday slowly approaching he finally tries to make amends.

chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

dine and dash by blissfulparker

summary: tom comes into your diner every tuesday and thursday, it is no secret that he only goes for you. when will he ever be brave enough to say something, when will you ever be brave enough to let him in?

eighteen by angelicholland

summary: y/n is tom’s math tutor and needed a date for sunday dinner. tom has tattoos all over and just looks like the type of guy who would piss off her parents. will their fake relationship turn into something so much more?

eloped by worldoftom

summary: you and tom have been in a secret relationship for a long time, but what would you do if tom proposed unexpectedly during your vacation in casablanca, morocco?

every step of the way by sunshinehollandd

summary: you and tom are best friends, and you have been for as long as you can remember. after one night, everything changes. but, tom is by your side every step of the way.

ex on the beach by heyhihellowhatsup0

summary: eight months after your ugly breakup with tom, you find yourself stuck together for two whole weeks at a private beach house. just you, tom, some mutual friends, what could possibly go wrong?

for king or country by avengers-sweethearts

summary: from the time you were a child you always lived in the castle. your mother and father were both servants and even after they died you stayed on as one yourself. prince yom was always someone you admired from afar. he was the nicest out of all the holland royalty and incredibly handsome. along the way of your daily duties the prince begins to pay you more attention when you save him from an awkward situation. things get more complicated when his jealous betrothed princess zendaya comes to court and stirs up trouble for the forbidden romance. will prince tom follow his heart or stay true to his country? most importantly of all, will you even make it out alive?

forbidden rose by avengers-sweethearts

summary: if there was one person who knew how to throw a party, it was tom holland. in 1922 partying wasn’t uncommon, but a tom holland party was like none ever seen before. the young billionaire thrived off of rumors and speculation. despite the parties being held weekly, no one had ever seen the mystery man. tom intended to keep it that way until one night an enchanting woman caught his eye. but what happens when her cruel fiancé is tangled up with demons from his past. will their love be enough to overcome the trouble that lies ahead?

forever by starksparker

summary: what happens when a fuckboy with some anger issues and a bad streak is forced to work alongside someone who’s his opposite? and what happens if they can be ripped from him in seconds?

ground rules by madmadmilk

summary: you just love holding someone, and being held. It’s not a hard thing to ask for, but it sure can be hard for someone to understand.

chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9

happiness is a butterfly by blissfulparker

summary: you and tom spend your whole lives looking for your soulmates. how could you not see that you two were right under each other’s noses both coming from a mob family?

heart eyes by madmadmilk

summary: tom holland is a friend that you only see once or twice a year, but when the stars align and you finally start to get close to him again you realize that… you’ve never really known each other at all. he has an emoji tailing after every contact on his phone… but none for you. hm. a soft and bumbling story about how you get to know him, and how he gets to know you.

chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4

heartbreak weather by t-holland2080

summary: after getting out of a rough relationship, you meet tom, who pulls you out of your heartbreak weather.

heavenly yours by tomsrebeleyebrow

summary: angels live in a perfect world. in a complete ivory tower. but loving someone else is forbidden. a true sin.

hostility by starsholland

summary: everything was going well in your life, living in LA, trying to make it big as a journalist, but all of that is foiled when tom holland walks into your life bringing drama and negativity. how much will you be able to take before you finally lose it?

chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20

hotlanta by hollandorks

summary: a fun night in atlanta forces the reader into a fake relationship with celebrity tom holland in order to save both of their careers.

chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

how to unlove someone by whatevsholland

i only feel you by stuckonspidey

summary: a world in which soulmates feel their other half, physically and emotionally. y/n has given up on finding her soulmate, given up on trying to decipher the sensations he feels and the lifestyle he leads–prompting her to give up on him. her other half, she’d come to find, is the leader of the holland crime family, and in no means the easiest person to love.

kiss currency by madmadmilk

summary: swapping underwear with your best friend’s best friend, while maintaining your cool composure. he’s cute, he’s funny, and you’d be down to kiss him at least once. :)

chapters: 0 | 1 | 2 | 3

lacuna by thollandss

summary: being friends with benefits with a celebrity isn’t easy. nobody said it was.

limits of desire by peeterparkr

summary: you met tom a night he was trying to sleep with you, it didn’t work and you became best of friends. wedding bells might be ringing for when you both realize how you really feel.

london boy by tonguetiedholland

summary: you’re a famous singer and actor whose break up with ex boyfriend, shawn mendes, has just hit the media. when it all feels a bit too much you do the only reasonable thing you can think of, escape to london and lay low for a little while. who knew that tom holland, the boy you’d only met once but had you in the palm of his hand when you did and vice verse, would also be in london at the same exact time?

lucky number by tomhollanders2013

summary: what happens when one of the world’s most famous celebrities accidentally dials your number instead of his new assistant’s... is it a happy accident or a recipe for disaster?

chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7

miss yer kiss by angelicholland

summary: a one-night stand turned something more, you and tom meet again against the odds. an aspiring tattoo artist and a famous actor with “i miss you” on the tip of your tongues meet again and again as you slowly realize what love looks like.

model for me by thollandss

summary: in which you are a photographer for GQ, and during a private session with tom holland, you find yourself getting to know him very well.

money can’t buy you love by hilllsnholland

summary: y/n has worked her whole life to get into the prestige university of her dreams. nothing can stop her, right? maybe tom holland, son of billionaires and the poster child of privilege, who has made it his mission to woo the ‘scholarship baby’.

more than i know by lauras-collection

summary: you need a date for your sister’s wedding and the stranger in the coffee shop seems to be the perfect choice. until you see pictures of yourself and him all over the internet because apparently he’s an international movie star and now the whole world thinks you’re dating. and you have to give the people what they want, right? even if it’s fake.

naughty or nice by avengers-sweethearts

summary: the holidays are the worst time to be alone, especially in a brand new city with a brand new job. when an unexpected meeting with famous actor tom holland ends in the exchanging of phone numbers you find yourself in the dangerous position of falling in love with hollywood’s hottest and most eligible bachelor. unable to help yourself, you being to fall for the handsome actor and will do almost anything to earn his affection. trying to balance work, love, and the holiday proves to be more of a challenge than you had initially thought. the million-dollar question is what side of tom’s christmas list will you end up on: naughty or nice?

of broken promises and heartbreak by softspiderling

summary: it’s been six years since you and tom broke up, six years since you’ve last seen each other. a lot has happened, tom got insanely famous, making countless billion dollar movies, attending one red-carpet event after the other. but now he was attending one event, he wasn’t sure he was ready for. your wedding. and he wasn’t attending as your groom.

chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4

paint the grass green by lauras-collection

summary: a complicated relationship ends when tom breaks up with you after a fight. but it’s about to get more complicated. because how are you going to tell him that you’re pregnant if he won’t let you talk to him? so you don’t. years later you run into harrison, and there’s no denying that it’s tom’s son who’s tightly holding onto your hand. harrison gives you an ultimatum: either you tell tom, or he will.

peppermint by hollandandi

perfidy by peeterparkr

summary: tom and you have been sworn enemies since you were young. however you happened to be best friends with the twins. when one of your friends challenged you to break tom’s heart, you immediately accepted to get back at him for all the times he’s hurt you. old feelings might come back, while both of you try to go past your pride and your lies.

philanthropy by museinmind

summary: things seemed to be going too well in your life when you became your sorority’s president. so of course something has to go sideways somehow, and you end up having to take a chemistry class if you want to graduate next year. so what better person to tutor you than tom, the frat ultra hot boy who hides the fact he has textbooks nearly memorized?

pinky promises by sunshinehollandd

summary: being a single dad to a four-year-old isn’t easy, but tom figures out a way to make it work with the help of his best friend.

season of reunions by unbelievableholland

summary: you were adopted by 2 mysterious agents. you knew you were adopted and you never thought about your original family. being content with the life your parents gave you, why would you? that was, until your parents are killed and you’re left to fend for yourself and with a lot of questions unanswered.

seeing the thing by angelicholland

summary: you’re stage-managing your school’s spring show, almost, maine when you’re taken out of your element by a cocky boy with a dazzling smile and a way to your heart that makes you hate him before you can see the thing.

sincerely, by whatevsholland

summary: you and tom were childhood best friends. but when he started dating the girl who got everything you ever wanted, it began a falling out between you and tom. now he’s back home in london, just in time for your sister to host her engagement party.

single all the way by heyhihellowhatsup0

summary: when tom finds out he has to go home for christmas, he decides to formulate plan so he doesn’t have to run into his ex alone. you.

soulmate by spiderboytotherescue

summary: sometimes finding your soulmate doesn’t always happen where you expect it too. and sometimes, you’re just not ready to fall head over heels in love just yet.

sweetener by keepingupwiththeparkers

summary: okay, so maybe lecture hall proximity and roast calibre weren’t the only reasons for your frequent visits to this particular coffee shop. maybe there was a certain brown eyed brunette who worked there, and maybe he always gave you two stamps on your loyalty card instead of one, and maybe you liked watching his back muscles shift under his stupidly tight t-shirt while he pumped sweet vanilla syrup into your cup. maybe.

take me out by angelicholland

summary: you killed people, people who deserved it, but you killed people and that was your reality. killing is a job for one person. add another and it gets messy. things don’t happen by chance, not in your line of work. you held people’s lives in your hands and made the active decision to end them. what happens when you team up with a gorgeous man with a charming british accent to take out a prolific user of a sex trafficking website? but it was not by chance that you fell in love with him, it was the worst decision you could’ve ever made.

the fame game by duskholland

summary: there’s just something about tom holland that makes your blood boil. he walks around like he owns the world, always with an unhelpful quip or irritating smirk on hand. you can’t stand him, and your feud has burned hard and bright for three years. everything changes following an explosive evening at the oscars, when a questionable encounter with the paparazzi lands you in some hot water with PR. the only way to save your shattered public image is to agree to the unthinkable: tom will be your boyfriend, and you will be his girlfriend - and this might just be your hardest performance to date.

the jar series by libertybarnes

summary: tom holland, notorious mob boss, meets a single mother and her bubbly child and has to learn to live life with something to lose.

the king by sadchappuccino

summary: y/n is an angel who fell from heaven, tom is the king of hell. will they put that aside and fall in love?

chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6

the missing piece by avengers-sweethearts

summary: when you graduated with an elementary education degree you were lost. you thought you wanted to be a teacher but you weren’t entirely sure if it would make you happy. as you’re in between jobs, you’re lucky enough to stumble upon the opportunity to be a nanny for the very rich and very handsome single father, tom holland. tom is busy running a company and he doesn’t want his daughter ella to be alone or sent to a daycare. things get crazy when you move in with the little family. between some secrets about alla and the undeniable attraction between you and tom you’re not sure what your role is to this family. do you keep it professional or do you risk it all and take the chance of falling for tom? only time will tell if you’re the missing piece.

the situationship by fairytelling

summary: a cup of tea can solve just about any problem. except, it can’t solve your confusing, headache-inducing ‘situationship’ with your university flatmate, tom holland.

to new beginnings by petersshirts

summary: it’s time to settle down and when your best friend asks you to have a child with him, how could you say no?

two lies and a truth by lauras-collection

summary: you wanted a fresh start. and uni seemed like the perfect opportunity. until you bump into tom. he says he’s sorry for everything he’s done to you. but can you trust him?

untitled by marvelbws

summary: suits, smirks, and a major sex appeal.

vlogs by spideyyeet

summary: being in the vlog squad was dope af but having david dobrik run into tom holland and getting him to surprise you was a whole other thing. now let’s see what’s it like to have tom meet the vlog squad and be with the girl that’s making him rethink some decisions.

we’re only kidding ourselves by wazzupmrstark

summary: you work as a production assistant for the spider-man: far from home crew, or rather as tom holland’s handler. the two of you don’t get along very well to say the least, but you won’t quit and he can’t fire you so you’re stuck with each other.

wicked games by captainmarvels

summary: in which tom holland, overwhelmed by his personal demons, seeks comfort in the only ways he knows how; spending money and rough fucking. the hotheaded ceo with major daddy issues can’t seem to get it quite right when it comes to you, but is there hope for his heart?

with love, tom by thollandss

summary: when an envelope addressed to tom makes its way into your mailbox, you realize he has enlisted in the army. your walls begin to crumble down at the idea of him leaving you like this. alone for eight weeks. he makes a promise to you, a promise that every week he is gone, he will send you an update letter... but soon enough, you start to not receive them.

yellow roses by grussell63

summary: tom’s mother has him participate in a bachelor-like dating competition, because she is tired of him sleeping around. furthermore she decides to bring in his best friend to spy on the contestants. is tom going to find the one amongst the 12 candidates or is he just going to play his little games?

chapters: 0 | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | EPILOGUE

#tom holland #tom holland fic #tom holland oneshot #tom holland imagine #tom holland series #tom holland fic rec #masterlists #series masterlist

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beauyasha week day 4: soulmate au

went with the red string au, mostly because i wanted to play with the idea of yasha being reborn when she gets her wings. took way longer than i thought it would, but enjoy!

Beauregard Lionett doesn’t have a soulmate. No red string binds her to another when her eyes slip closed. And she’s fine with that, almost prefers it, because she’s used to being alone. Better not to burden someone else with my shit, she tells herself on lonelier nights, curled into her bunk at the monastery. Easier to be alone, nobody to worry about but myself.

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It doesn’t take long for the topic of soulmates to come up amongst the Nein. Jester leads the conversation (naturally), eyes sparkling as she recounts how she and Fjord realized they were “tied together by fate,” as she puts it. It takes about five seconds for Beau to zone out, ignoring the conversation in favor of downing her whiskey.

“What about you, Beauregard?” Molly’s looking over at her with that ever-present smirk. “Where does your little red string pull you?” The rest of the group turns to her in an instant, and Beau wants nothing more than to disappear.

“Fate’s bullshit,” she says after a minute. She doesn’t wait for them to respond. Instead, she pushes her chair back and marches over to the bar. Orders a shot, then another, slamming them both before making a quick retreat to the rooms they’ve rented for the night. As she walks past her compatriots, Beau swears she sees something akin to understanding in Yasha’s eyes.

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It’s only after Beau finds out about Zuala that she considers talking about her lack of a soulmate. It brings back that look in Yasha’s eyes, mingles the understanding Beau found there with the sadness she now knows Yasha carries. They’re sitting on watch, silently staring at the dark expanse outside of the dome, and Beau can’t stop glancing over at Yasha’s hands. There is so much for her to worry about, but instead, she keeps thinking about whether or not the barbarian carries a broken red string with her.

“Hey, uh, Yasha?” She’s hesitant, trying to tiptoe her way into this conversation. The taller woman doesn’t respond, just cocks her head to the side, shifting slightly to face Beau. “You remember when Jester was asking us all about soulmates? Molly asked if I had one, and I just didn’t say anything,”

“Yes, I remember,”

“Well, truth is I don’t have one. I’ve never had one of those little strings around my pinkie when I close my eyes. And I keep thinking about it because, y’know, your—Zuala. I know they’re very different circumstances, obviously, but I kinda get it. In some weird, small way,” Beau has to cut herself off for fear that she’ll keep rambling, might reveal too much to the woman beside her.

At first, Yasha only hums in acknowledgment, and Beau worries that she’s offended the woman. But then,

“Thank you, Beau. When she, uh, when she died, I didn’t truly know until later. She told me to run, when they found us, and so I did. They caught her, and I ran. It wasn’t until much later that I looked and saw that the string was broken. They captured her, and I ran, like a coward,” Yasha’s looking down at her hands now, and Beau can’t help but let her gaze drift down as well.

“You aren’t a coward, Yasha, you’re a survivor.”

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When Beau jumps off the cliff, she fully expects to hit the water. Eyes closed, braced for the impact. She doesn’t expect Yasha to actually try and catch her, and she certainly doesn’t expect the feathered, celestial wings flapping behind them when she does. She can hear the rest of the Nein (read: Jester) clapping, but all she can think is Holy shit. The rest of the conversation is lost on her, too enraptured with the angel still holding her and the gentle flap of Yasha’s wings.

And then they’re flying, fully flying, and Beau wraps her arms around Yasha’s neck as they ascend. Beau doesn’t think she’s ever seen Yasha look so happy, so free, and she doesn’t realize she’s staring until Yasha catches her doing it. But then Yasha’s smiling at her, and she’s smiling back, and they are fucking flying. They’re over the waterfall now, flying above the illusory cliff, both too distracted to notice as Yasha’s wings start to beat a little slower, fading moments later.

And then they are falling, falling, falling, back down towards the cliff Beau had just lept from. Beau just grabs Yasha’s hand, navigating them towards one of the larger pools. This time, she does hit water, Yasha splashing into the pool a millisecond later. And Beau’s brain is so overwhelmed, so caught up in Yasha, that she doesn’t notice the tiny red string wrapped around her pinkie finger. It’s only later that night, all of them cramped into Vilya’s abode, that she sees the string as it stretches out towards Yasha’s sleeping form.

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They don’t talk about it, not at first. Beau doesn’t want to pressure Yasha, and Yasha doesn’t know how Beau feels about her. But it’s there, that undeniable line tethering them to each other. And though nothing is said, they gravitate towards each other. Just small glances and reassurances here and there. Until Yasha decides to write Beau a poem, and it’s probably the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for her. And it’s just like before. They have so much to worry about, but Beau’s thoughts keep returning to that little red string and the woman on the other end.

So Beau asks her on a date. A real date, because she wants to do this right. She doesn’t think she’s ever been so nervous. But it’s perfect, the best night Beau’s had in a long time, because it’s Yasha. The woman who loves her, the woman she loves in return. Her soulmate.

#critical role #cr2 #the mighty nein #beauyasha #beauyasha week #beauyashaweek2021 #beauregard lionett #yasha nydoorin #my writing

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generallynerdy · 4 years ago

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Direction (SPN Michael X Soulmate!Reader)

Summary: Michael feels empty. And sitting here, on a park bench, watching humans pass him as they buzz with life, such little, meaningless life, Michael feels it more than ever. Then, his father appears and gives him a nudge in the right direction.

Requested by Anon: omg yes i agree!! and i was wondering if you could write a soulmate au like the lucifer one where michael has come out of the cage and instead of chuck being evil he instead helps him find his soulmate? i just want him to be happy tbh that angel has been through too much and he deserves to be happy so whatever u come up with will be great! and thank u so much the both of you are amazing writers! ❤️

Key: (Y/N) - your name, (e/c) - eye colour Warnings: mentions of God and Lucifer, God & Lucifer Turned Good AU, I only mentioned Gabriel twice how could I, Adam is the CHILLEST bastard don’t worry about him, Michael’s a little depressed, mentions of God’s emotional abuse which out of context i would probably be crucified huh Word Count: 1,163

Note: wowowow three requests in a week who AM I also this is soft hskldfdskj it ends kind of abruptly but i hella vibe with it

The world was still a strange place. Michael knew it would be, when he freed himself of the Cage, but he hadn’t realised it would change quite so much.

Father was benevolent now. He and Lucifer had made their amends, both turning over a new leaf, supposedly. Gabriel was gallivanting the world as he usually was, but without the weight of family drama on his shoulders this time around. None of them had come to check on Michael, but he was unsurprised.

He’d decided to wander, for a time, to allow Adam Milligan to truly experience life again.

Adam was...well, Adam was content. He was without purpose, without direction, and yet he had no desire to find one. Humans, Michael thought, were odd. This one simply wanted to enjoy each day, each meal like it was the only thing he would ever need.

Michael, on the other hand, was restless.

All his life, he had been preparing for Armageddon. All his life, he’d served his father, served Heaven, in preparation for the End. But now, apparently, it wasn’t happening.

He was empty.

And sitting here, on a park bench, watching humans pass him as they buzzed with life, such little, meaningless life, Michael felt it more than ever.

Which is why he had to fight off the surge of joy he felt when the shining light that was his father sat down beside him. A festering anger replaced it, driven by memories.

"What do you want?" he asked bitterly, gritting his teeth.

If his father wanted to start another apocalypse, he might actually team up with Lucifer this time. Or maybe he would join Gabriel and drink copious amounts of alcohol. That sounded good right about now.

"Peace, Michael," his father said with that sort of smile that made him uncomfortable. "I'm not here to ask you to do anything."

He snorted. "That's a first."

God grimaced. "I know." With a sigh, he leaned back onto the bench. "You feel directionless. You need something to do, something to chase."

"What would you know about it?" he asked with a glare.

Michael had always played the perfect child. He had done everything his father asked. Everything and yet he got nothing but suffering out of it.

He didn't want to say Lucifer was right about everything because he wasn't, but he was definitely onto something. Their father was nothing like Michael had once thought. Maybe he was getting better now, thanks to the Winchesters, but that didn't erase everything that led them to this point. That didn't erase what he'd done to them.

"I know you'll never believe that I've changed and that-- that's fair," he sighed. "I just want to help you."

Michael scoffed. "What could you help me with?"

"Your brothers found things that made them happy, but they had starting points. You don't. I was hoping to give you a little push."

He raised an eyebrow, already concerned. Hopefully it wouldn't be a 'little push' off the edge of a cliff. That would be very much like his father.

"Humans are very surprising, I've found," God said, gesturing to them. "You know, I made one for you."

"You...what?" Michael asked, his throat suddenly dry.

"I made one for you and for each of your brothers. I didn't exactly mean for you to ever find them, but they're actually all alive around now."

He blinked a few times, utterly speechless. "And what would I need a human for?"

His father smiled. "Companionship, in any way you want. I dunno, it's up to you. That's the beauty of humanity; choices. You get to make all of them."

For a moment, Michael wasn't sure what to say. He wasn't entirely sure this was a gift, a blessing, anymore than it was a curse. What was a human meant to be to him?

"They're called Soulmates," he continued. "They're made to be your other half. You'll feel an immediate connection or draw to them. They can see your wings, too-- that's how you know you've found them."

"So you want me to seek out this Soulmate?"

He shook his head. "No. I wanted to show you to them. They're already here."

God gestured across the park. Michael followed his gesture to a tree off the main path, under which a human sat. Under which you sat.

"That one?"

God nodded. "That one."

"And what's so special about them?"

"Well, nothing and everything," he said with a shrug. "Humans are like that, you know, special in their own little ways. You'll like this one-- (Y/N)."

Michael glanced back at you.

You were a funny thing, he thought, sitting under a tree with an open book. There was music coming from your phone, quiet enough that it wouldn't bother any passerby but loud enough that it was no doubt the only thing you could hear. He couldn't see the title of your book, but it looked big enough to give any regular person a headache.

"They're clever, that one," God continued, "and patient. As patient as they'd need to be to put up with you, anyway. They're curious, too, more so about stuff that other people don't think is normal. The supernatural, the fictional; they like those sort of things. They like an adventure."

Michael frowned. "So you think that we would...get along?"

"Oh, you will," he said with a firm nod. "I made sure of it."

"And...they can see my wings? They can know who I am?"

"Yes. And the Winchesters already know who they are, too. I told them, just so they can keep them out of danger if you're not there," he explained.

Michael...hesitated.

It was unlike him. But really he was just unsure. He’d faced down the worst his father’s worlds had to offer, but this had him pausing. At least he knew what to expect from his brothers, from demons-- you were a complete mystery.

“Don’t feel obligated to try anything,” his father said quickly. “I just wanted to give you the option, son. Good luck.”

And with that final word, God was gone, leaving Michael to think.

He stared for a long, long time.

Finally, a voice that he knew as Adam echoed through his brain. They’re pretty cute. You gonna go over there?

Michael grimaced, glancing down at his hands. I haven’t decided.

Well, uh, it looks like they decided for you, his companion laughed.

He looked up abruptly and found himself met with an awestruck, (e/c) gaze. You’d turned off your music and were now openly gawking at him, glancing over at both his wings.

You tucked your book into your bag and stood, surprising him.

When you were a few feet in front of him, he stood as well, tucking the pair of bright white appendages closer to himself a little self-consciously.

“Sorry, but, uh…” you said hesitantly. “You have wings. Does-- does nobody else see those?”

Despite himself, Michael smiled.

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lover-of-trash-and-people · 4 years ago

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im angrier this time? netflix shadow and bone s1e7 re-watch (substituting alcohol with iced coffee this time) (oh, also, spoilers)

yes jesper shooting ketterdam cards title card omg I straight up forgot that this was the darkling backstory episode we all know I love bin bons as much as the next person but um can we petition to never see the flashback darkling look again I kind of love Luda but I find the entire backstory kind of unnecessary even though I get why they did it okay mr. barnes king of micro-expressions alright fuck you show makers with you breaking my heart showing me how the Grisha have had to go through this countless times that they have their plans memorized oy dumbass otkazat'sya man you speak the darkling's name with some respect alright I've got to accept the tricck they use against the king's men is pretty cool omg you fucking bitch this is exactly why people say acab I've seen people say why couldn't he have broken his bonds and killed them before they killed Luda and I truly believe a) he didn't want to kill unnecessarily and b) Luda's life was at stake so like I get it okay so I don't like the 'just mortal' thing they brought it to sort of drive darklina soulmates agenda home because lmao that is not why okay I get Baghra's points but I don't like her, she like made more sense in the books her position on merzost is true to the books but like her pacifist stance is not the same and it just doesn't make sense okay I like the poc tidemaker in their company the score when the king's men soon to be volcra confront the darkling is impeccable that blast of darkness that we see spread outwards from him was very cool dunno how I feel about him hyperventilating and the fold flowing from him like an inky black liquid god, the score when baghra asks alek 'what did you do' is so eerie and beautiful that transition was on fucking point HOW IS KANEJ IS SO ON POINT I SIMPLY CANNOT the Inej Jesper bond is so beautiful I love it okay I love and hate how they refer to Inej's horrible time at the Menagerie so briefly and yet try to add so much impact to it omg why is Jesper about to make me cry cut to Malina huddled together? okay, show god I hate how the amplifier storyline is so incredibly poorly developed the stag is so beautiful I can't 'maybe there's another way to do this'?! again with the sgegehshshsjsjs I hate it here, fucking explain it at least okay fine the shot of Alina lighting up as she touches the stag and smiling with the soft violin in the back was beautiful now time to say bye to the stag and cry I guess okay I love zoya, she feels very authentic to book 1 zoya with maybe a few tweaks we love to see a man with plot armour uwu okay Alina my fucking queen taking out the arrow would cause him to bleed out faster why would you do that the dumbassery okay alek you overdramatic bitch I LOVED THE LIGHT SHIELD lmao I'm gonna cry at how nasal and supervillain-y the Darkling sounds when he says 'you can't save them all Alina' like okay king maybe that line could have better delivery I'm so sorry I love you so much I'm still a BB stan 'you've lost too much blood' maybe if you wouldn't have taken the arrow out you dumbass 'you said you wouldn't hurt him' nobody said that Alina but I get it you've been through a lot you're obviously not thinking love the cut, she's always cool 'miss starkov' you're in tsarist russia stfu ono I'm not prepared for this Kanej scene I need several minutes they're so perfect 'Jesper fixed your cane' I see you writers thinking they're clever omg Amita shivering from the cold babe I'm so proud of you you're so incredibly cool I love his little jaw movements before he says 'you were right' and her composing herself before turning around due to the shock of hearing these words from Kaz's mouth okay we've all talked about the voice break when he says 'she's real' so I will not dwell on it but it was beautiful the little head bend after he says 'and you' as if catching himself before saying 'and jesper' yes sir that was very convincing AAAAAHHHH IT'S HAPPENING I CAN'T COPE yeah okay fuck you I'm crying Kaz's expression at 'I can't go back to the Menagerie' being literally 'I can't believe

you think I'll ever let that happen' you fucking idiots I hate you and how much you love each other you are disgusting David so much so as breathes I love him Him saying 'Im going to place this around your neck' comedic genius David looks so sad my baby angel it's not your fault get that man's true name out of your mouth Starkov you're not supposed to know it let alone say it in front of other people aleksander this is the first time I've truly disliked you, you fucking asshole, Alina my love please don't believe him (why am I saying it like I haven't read the books and watched this already) LUKE HAVING ACTUAL TEARS IN HIS EYES AS HE PLACES THE ANTLERS AT HER NECK WHY IS HE SO GOOD AAAAAAAAA I didn't notice Ivan slowing her heart on my first watch, is that to reduce the pain ouch I am even more sad now okay Jessie you did it again Emmy time for all of these people okay the violin being sad and terrifying this is so good Luke being sad, Jessie literally crying I fucking can't do this anymore 'this is my power' 'but now I control it' really? that was the best you could do at this scene that is meant to have this great of an impact? him sort of pushing her down made me even more upset I'm so mad right now Freddie's microexpression with the eye when Inej says 'Jes has a point' Jessie looks so perfectly shell-shocked, I love them so so much the prosthetic's so gross, I love it so much DAISY HEAD IS THE PERFECT GENYA I WILL ACCEPT NO COMPLAINTS She brought me to tears and I love it Alina pointing out the Darkling's role in Genya's circumstances this early on, we love to see a well deserved call out it seemed very unlikely to me that Kaz would agree to go home empty handed but I do think it would make sense to cut their losses at a certain point I love the Kribirsk camp sets far too much, they seem to have literally leapt out of the books the darkling coming to see Mal seems very fanservice-ey and not at all adding to the plot in any way but I love it Archie bringing that youthful brashness to Mal that we all know he would have is wonderful mal calling the darkling 'shadow man' lmao I'm gonna cry 'you are a child' yeah Alek babe it's best you don't talk about that Alina is of the same age as he is I wanna go to Ben Barnes' school of nose acting because god damn Archie perfectly bringing to life Mal's realisation of the impact that Alina's immortality will bring to their life together oof sir you don't understand how perfect it is that Ben's eyes are actually that dark 'you'll wish you killed me here' it's okay honey you lost this one the Crows being the Crows I love them can we please have Jesper wearing the Zemeni man's red suit be a stepping stone to him wearing fancy clothes of outrageous colours like lime green and orange in the six of crows timeline because the fans will lose their shit and you know it Inej looking fucking fabulous in her suit I can't Kanej smiling at their crazy little bi son's antics okay can we talk about Milo literally saving the day because writer's room im looking at you you're a bunch of crazy mfers and I love you but I also hate you also I get that Mal's a tracker but would he actually have food in his pocket I know this joke has been made before but like Mal pretending to be asleep after waking the guard up is every teenager pretending to be asleep when their parents come to check on them in the middle of the night omg it's the scene those beautiful gauzy curtains at the door of the tent, I want them so bad 'you are special' he says standing stiffly at the door with a creepy inflection why am I suddenly an anti wtf I want his kefta so bad though 'my parents' I love that the show added her losing her parents to him as well because well it makes him even more villanous in her eyes doesn't it no matter what she might have felt for him uwu first fight as a couple (I'm kidding please stop) I love Jessie as Alina so much darkles don't even go off comparing being Grisha to being half-shu you can't compare experiences of being the other that interchangeably yes baby call him out on his

hypocrisy man I'm so conflicted like I understand his motivations and his story so well but like how is this helping okay but Alina's expression changing ever so slightly at him saying 'you and me' stop breaking my fucking heart assholes why is Jessie breaking my heart more on this watch than Ben did on the first one I knew it before he said it but I still gasped when he did on my first watch the little head tilt after he says it still with tears in his fucking eyes man I love this show this was the most devastating break up I have ever experienced and I will not accept any counter arguments okay actual villain time we love to see it sir please don't erotically remove her cloak you have long lost the right again I knew it before they said it but them saying it had me screaming WHAT A GLORIOUS EPISODE

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breanime · 4 years ago

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Can you imagine someone actually trying to get to Letty 👀? Coco gets a call at 1 am from Liyah telling him she knocked out an intruder with a baseball bat

(I’ve been holding onto this one for like a week, so... I hope you like it; thank you for this idea!)

It had been a long few days for Coco. They’d just finished a job yesterday, and they still had a lot to take care of, but Coco was dead on his feet. They all were. So when they finally got home, they all retreated to their rooms and slept.

Coco passed out immediately, drifting effortlessly into a dreamless sleep...

...until his phone rang.

Groaning, he rolled onto his side, reaching out into the darkness for his phone. He hissed at the brightness of his phone, noting it was past 1 in the morning, and it was Liyah.

“Bueno?” He croaked, running a hand through his messy hair.

“Coco...” Liyah’s voice came out in a whisper, and Coco sprang up, his heart jumping into his throat.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, instinctively reaching for the gun he kept by his bedside.

He heard Liyah take in a shaky breath, a sure sign that she was crying. “Coco... Please come.”

He was already on his feet. “What’s going on? Where are you--you at home?”

“Somebody broke in,” she answered, “He’s on the living room floor right now, I-I hit him with a bat, and I think he’s knocked out, I can’t be sure--it’s okay, baby,” she was clearly talking to Letty now, “Mommy’s got you.”

Coco’s heart clenched in his chest. His mind flashed with visions of Liyah and Letty hurt, in fear, and he felt a white cold panic grip him, followed by a burning inferno of rage. “I’m on my way, baby, just--just keep Letty close to you, I’m on my way.”

He stormed out of his room, meeting Rio in the hallway. “Dude, what’s--”

“--Somebody broke into Liyah’s place,” Coco said, not faltering in his step.

Rio was right behind him. They collected Angel on the way out, and the three of them sped over to Liyah’s house.

When they got there, Coco’s heart stopped again when he saw the front door was wide open. He hopped off of his bike and ran through the door, “Liyah!”

“Coco!” She cried back. She and Letty were standing against the wall, Letty behind her, and the steel bat in Liyah’s hands.

A few feet ahead of them, there was a guy--nearly the size of Angel--laid out on his stomach on the floor, a black bag by his side.

Coco glared down at him, his trigger finger itching, but then he heard a small, watery voice cry out--

“Daddy!”

And then suddenly, nothing else mattered. Coco crossed the room and grabbed onto his girls, the three of them falling onto the ground, still embracing. “It’s okay,” he whispered as they cried in his arms, “it’s okay, you’re okay...” Letty was sobbing so hard, he was afraid she might pass out, and Liyah was shaking, her hands knotted into his shirt. It made Coco sick to his stomach, knowing that their lives had been put in danger. “I got you,” he whispered, “I got you...”

Angel and Rio were by the man, turning him over and checking his pulse. “Fucker’s still breathing,” Angel reported.

“Good,” Rio said, checking the guy for weapons. He scoffed, pulling out a knife from the guy’s pocket, “Miguel’s gonna want him on his pew ASAP,” Rio gestured to the bag with his chin, “What’s in the bag?”

Angel reached over, dumping the bag out on the carpet. “Jesus....”

Coco looked up and saw zip ties, duct tape, rope, and a camera. He felt his blood run cold. He kissed the top of Letty’s head and pulled Liyah closer to him.

“Let’s get him in the trunk,” Rio said, nodding over at Coco, “Take your time.” Together, Rio and Angel dragged the man out of the house, and Coco felt Letty’s little body relax in his arms now that the threat had been removed.

He pulled back, looking at his daughter, her watery, wide eyes and her little mouth drawn down in a frown. He cupped her face, her little, precious, perfect face, in his hands. “You’re safe now, mami,” he promised her, “Okay? Nobody’s gonna hurt you, baby.”

She nodded, and he pulled her into his arms again, where he kept her until Miguel pulled up an hour later.

“Aaliyah,” Miguel said, “Are you two okay?”

Liyah nodded; she had moved to the dining room table, the bat resting between her legs. Coco sat across from her, Letty on his lap. “Yeah,” she answered softly.

“Papa Miguel,” Letty’s voice croaked from all of the crying, she was eating an ice cream cone and much calmer now, “Mommy said I don’t have to go to school tomorrow.”

“Yeah?” Miguel asked, glancing at Coco--he’d never seen his nephew so enraged. He was quiet, and a quiet Coco was a scary Coco. “Hey, you think you could get me an ice cream cone, too?”

Letty hopped off of Coco’s lap and skipped over to Miguel, taking his offered hand in hers, “You want a chocolate one or a strawberry one, Papa Miguel?” She asked, leading him into the kitchen.

Coco stood up then, needing to pace. Liyah watched him quietly, the bat clenched between her knees. “You know him?” Coco bit out.

She shook her head. “I’ve never seen him before tonight. You?”

“Nah,” Coco turned, and when he did, he saw the mother of his child, the woman he loved, his soulmate--

his best friend.

He stomped over to her and took her face in his hands, pulling her to him and kissing her fiercely. She kissed him back, letting him help her out of her chair as she held him tight, keeping him close to her--as if he’d ever go anywhere else.

“I fucking love you,” he whispered, pulling back slightly so that she could look him in the eyes, see how much he meant what he said, “If something would have happened to you and Letty...”

“I know,” she silenced him before he could speak the words, “I know,” she took a breath, “when I heard the door open, I knew... I knew it wasn’t you. I got up, and I heard him breathing, and I just... I didn’t think. Letty was in her room, and he was here, and I just grabbed the bat, and I--”

“You protected her,” Coco said, looking into her teary eyes, “I should have been here. I never should have left. This is where I belong, this is my home--my family--”

“--Coco stop,” Liyah sighed, reaching out to place her hand on his face, “You didn’t leave us. This is still your home, and we’re still your family. When I needed you, you came.”

He nodded, leaning closer to her, “You know we’re gonna kill that bastard, right?”

She nodded back, “Oh, I know. Just... Make sure you make him suffer, yeah?”

Coco grinned.

“Yeah, mi amor, I can do that.”

#crime family au #coco x liyah #coco #liyah #little letty #ciliyah

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hufflepuffhollander · 4 years ago

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metempsychosis: tom holland series prologue

Metempsychosis (n.): the supposed transmigration at death of the soul of a human being into a new form of life.

a/n | i had this idea in the middle of the night and lost sleep just so i could type it all out while it was fresh. i cried writing this. i am so excited to explore this series & i hope there is enough interest to keep it going. :-)

synopsis | A young couple whose lives were both lost in a tragic accident are reincarnated as new people. As they collide as strangers in their second lives, they must try to make sense of the innate connection they feel.

tw | reincarnation au, contains descriptions of death.

They were happy together.

They had met early in college, neither with a clear path of where their lives would take them, and they bonded through the uplifting and tumultuous moments that ebbed and flowed in every young adult’s life. He was a biology student, wanted to go to medical school. But not to become an MD, oh, no. He wanted to be an osteopath, because there were energies in the human body that western medicine just failed to understand.

She was undecided—she knew she loved to sing, but was worried that wouldn’t provide her with enough career stability. So she played it safe and took finance and marketing courses, assuming she could become an accountant if all else failed.

He loved her singing. She had a natural, raw beauty in her that you could hear through the cracks and wavers in her voice through the songs that she played for him as she wrote them in her head. In fact, that’s how they met—her friends convinced her to play at an open mic night, his friends had pushed him to go out for a beer with them after a long day of exams. From the moment she sang the first verse, he was captured, enthralled, absolutely mesmerized. She had barely gotten off of the makeshift stage when he approached her, hearts visible in his irises, gushing about how beautiful she was, well, her voice. But also, she was beautiful too. He made sure to make the clarification. He said something that got her to smile and made her cheeks feel warm, so she let him buy her a drink. The rest, as they say, was history.

Their college years came and went, and he had gotten into his top choice of doctorate school at the same time that she aced her CPA exams. They graduated on the same day, and as they took their graduation photos, he dropped down to one knee and proposed. Of course, she said yes.

Their lives began to neatly unfold before them—engaged at 22, they’d be married by 24, probably have kids by 30, at the latest. Whoever they were surrounded by adored them, they were the most picturesque couple, the one social media followers envied. They were kind, funny, smart and genuine friends, were close with their parents, and had rescued a kitten when they moved into their first apartment together. They would stay up late talking about fantastical things, the magnetic energies of the planet, their horoscopes, whether or not they believed in reincarnation. She said she’d want to come back as a swan, to live a calm life on still water, graceful and elegant—he said he’d come back as a wildlife photographer just so he could look at her all day. Waking up and going to sleep with true smiles on their faces to be with their soulmate, their perfect other; the universe would have to be a cruel one to ever put in jeopardy a relationship as pure as theirs.

That’s why the world was shaken the night that they died.

It was a late, snowy evening, and they stayed longer than they should’ve at a dinner party, enjoying how the ample amounts of rosè they drank warmed them from the inside out in the drafty cold. In the driver’s seat, he had lost control of the brakes. In the passenger’s seat, she hadn’t been able to see the truck careening off the road towards them on a slick ice that had coated the highway. In an instant, a single breath, a slow blink...they were gone.

The coroners said that the crash killed them on impact—thankfully, as they weren’t the kind of people who deserved to suffer. Nobody knew that on their drive home, they were looking through the sunroof at the starry sky, as they both loved all things astral, and were speculating about which of the stars were guardian angels looking down on the people they protected.

Once they had been buried deep in the dark earth and their physical bodies returned to their maker, they were both born again to different mothers and different families, set to blaze entirely new timelines as they grew up, memories of a past life only existing in the most unreachable crevices of their subconscious. Fast forward some decades—and what were the chances that their paths would cross again, awakening a force drawing them to one another as they made eye contact for the first time in 25 years?

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sidecarghost · 4 years ago

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Spn 12x11 “Regarding Dean” Canon Divergent Destiel Fic

Suptober20 - Day 26 Walk of Shame

Notes: Dean and Castiel both get a chance to ride the mechanical bull in this canon div fic.

Dean feels a cool breeze and reaches for a blanket to wrap himself in. But his hand finds nothing but... grass? His head pounds and his eyes protest as he wills them open. So, at some point his latest escapades got him passed out in a field. He pushes himself up into a seated position. The feral bunny that had been nuzzled into his side gives him a look of reproach.

“Hey little buddy,” Dean tells the bunny. “Do you know how I got here?”

The bunny hops away. Dean realizes he is missing some things like his phone, car keys, and clothes. He just has his brown bear boxer-briefs on. So last night either went really well or really bad. Sam would know. Just gotta give him a call. Dean walks in a random direction hoping to find someone for help.

Dean doesn’t have to look long, as he almost trips over a dude sleeping along the trail. This guy is following Dean’s trend of wearing underwear as sleepwear for the great outdoors. “Hey,” Dean reaches a foot out to tap the sleeping dude.

“Hey yourself,” a deep voice groggily answers.

“Cas?” Dean questions.

The not quite awake Castiel rolls over and squints at Dean. “Hello Dean,” he says. “You aren’t wearing any pants.” Castiel informs his friend.

“Yeah Cas,” Dean responds. “I’m not the only one.”

“So it would seem. Let me know when you solve the mystery of our wayward clothes.” Castiel yawns and begins to nod off again.

***

“Cas, what are you doing? You don’t sleep remember?”

“That does sound like something I’ve said,” Castiel admits.

“Come on buddy. Let’s try to find someone that can help us.” Dean tells the nearly comatose angel.

Castiel moans in a way that Dean decides is unfairly pornographic. Dean then finds himself staring as Castiel performs a full body stretch by reaching his arms back behind his head and stretching his feet out in the opposite direction. This maneuver causes all the well toned muscles on Castiel’s body to flex. Damn, Dean thinks, walking with Castiel in his underwear just got way more awkward.

“I’m going up the trail. Catch up when you can,” Dean tells Castiel as he hastily retreats away from his friend.

After a few minutes, Castiel has caught up to Dean on the trail and they see a park up ahead. Dean would rather not get arrested for public indecency, so he tries to think of a plan to somehow get a phone without exposing himself.

“Cas we can’t just walk into a park in our skivvies,” Dean says. “Do you have any ideas?”

“Um... if Sam was an angel we could pray to him to bring us clothes.”

“Do we know any angels that aren’t dicks and could help us?” Dean asks.

“No,” Castiel admits. “Networking has always been a challenge for me.“

“No worries Cas, nobody’s perfect.” Dean responds. As Dean considers their next move, he notices a runner in the park. The runner is the size of a small giant, and he has his trademark long, flowing hair partially covered by a beanie. “Hey Cas, look we are saved!” Dean shouts, “SAMMY!”

Sam turns at the sound of his name and runs up to Dean and Castiel. “Uh, why are you guys wearing nothing but your underwear in the woods?”

“I don’t know Sammy. Cas and I just woke up here. I can’t remember anything from yesterday.” Dean tells his brother.

“I know what happened. Apparently the memory curse doesn’t affect angels.” Castiel tells the brothers. “Dean and I went to a bar last night, and the bar had a mechanical bull.”

“Oh, wow a mechanical bull! How awesome is that?” Dean says excitedly.

“Yeah, you said the same thing last night, Dean. Anyway, Dean dared me to ride the bull. I knew if my vessel had full range of motion I would have more success at riding through the bucks.

“So I removed my trench coat, suit jacket, tie, and shirt. I still had my wifebeater on to preserve my vessel’s decency. I also removed my shoes and socks and hiked up my pants to help with gripping the bull between my legs. Dean must have been impressed with my performance because I could feel his eyes fixed on me while I rolled my hips through every buck that bull took me on.

“After my turn, I asked Dean what he thought of my riding. He responded with some unintelligible swear words. I went to grab my shirt, but Dean grabbed me by the arm before I could put it back on. I turned to look at him, and Dean fixed his eyes on mine.

“Dean had lowered his voice to barely a whisper when he told me I made him jealous of the bull. I have heard trillions of romantic declarations during my existence, but Dean’s utterance was easily the most romantic thing ever said by your species. So I kissed Dean. I haven’t kissed a lot but I thought the kiss was good, and that I would like to keep kissing Dean for the next several eons until the Sun consumed the Earth and we both became stardust.

“I was relieved to find out Dean seemed to also have a good opinion on the kiss, because we kept on kissing. We let our tongues lazily discover the sensation of slowly tracing out each other’s mouths. The sensation was very enjoyable.”

“That’s nice, Cas. But I think we should focus on the part of your memories that deals with you guys getting cursed,” Sam tells Castiel.

Dean gives Sam a bitchface and then tells Castiel, “Just ignore Sammy, Cas. I want to hear more about the things we did last night,” Dean says with something that sounds like longing in his voice.

“So eventually,” Castiel continues, “Dean wanted a turn at the bull too. He decided to follow my method and also stripped down to his undershirt. Dean hopped onto the bull and then waved me over asking me to join him.”

“Um... is this really relevant to getting cursed?” Sam asks.

“Shhh, don’t interrupt Sammy,” Dean says. “How did things go with the two of us on the bull Cas?”

“It was a little different from riding the bull solo,” Castiel reflects. “I got in position in front of you. And we leaned into each other in rhythm with the mechanical bucks. Our legs tangled together as we thrust through the motion. Dean wrapped one arm around my waist, and I gripped his arm back with one of mine.”

“My vessel began getting aroused from the whole experience. And I could feel evidence of Dean’s arousal each time he rolled his hips behind me. Dean suggested we go to the Impala at this point.”

“Holy shit Cas! I do not want to hear about you and my brother having sex in the Impala,” Sam complains.

“Well, then you are in luck Sam because we did not get that far. We had stripped off everything left but our underwear. I hadn’t realized what a brilliant construction the human somatosensory system was before last night. Every nerve receptor was set on fire from the feel of Dean’s finger tips touching my skin. Dean asked if his touches felt good, and I tried to make the most eloquent response possible with a ragged moan. I had once thought soulmates spending eternity in Heaven with just each other for company probably got boring. But last night I felt like spending forever in the Impala with Dean would be the most wonderful thing imaginable. And that forever wouldn’t be nearly enough time.

“But then this drunk guy stumbled and bumped into the Impala. I recognized him as the witch we were hunting. Dean and I burst out of the backseat to run the witch down. We ended up chasing him into these woods, but we both ran a little slower than usual because we didn’t have any footwear protecting our feet.

“Our delay gave the witch ahead of us enough time to cast a spell. The effects of the spell caused us both to go unconscious, and apparently also caused Dean to lose his memories. But I know all the witch’s info, so we should go to his family’s home to break the curse. Then Dean will get his memories back, and we can pick up where we left off.”

“Fuck yeah, let’s go already,” Dean agrees.

“Okay, okay just meet me by the road up 1/4 mile where it stays close to the woods. You can jump in the back seat of my rental car without being seen by anyone.” Sam says.

“Awesome, Sammy we will see you in a few minutes then.” Dean tells his brother. Sam nods and turns away to walk over to the parking lot on the far end of the park.

Dean and Castiel begin to walk further into the woods in the direction Sam pointed to them. Dean looks over at his friend and smiles at Castiel, and Castiel can feel the heat rushing to his vessel’s face. Dean reaches a hand out, and Castiel smiles softly back to Dean as he tenderly entwines their fingers together.

Dean thought about how he had been wanting to kiss Castiel ever since he had met him, and now he was pissed that some asshole witch had taken that away from him. But holding Castiel’s hand helped simmer the rage building in his blood. Castiel always helped ground him when everything else seemed to spiral out of control. He wished he could remember the feel of Castiel’s lips on his own.

Dean pauses on the trail, and he looks at Castiel and says almost shyly, “Cas, I was thinking we could try another first kiss before I get my memories back.”

“I would like that, Dean,” Castiel says with a smile.

“Only thing is, I should have asked Sam for a mint because I’m sure I got some wicked morning breath,” Dean laments.

“I’m an angel of the lord, Dean. I can fix morning breath,” Castiel says. Castiel continues to hold Dean’s hand with one of his own, and reaches his other hand towards Dean’s face. He then traces a finger over Dean’s lips. Dean playfully catches Castiel’s finger with his mouth and sucks down on it. Dean is rewarded with a sexy moan from Castiel, and the feeling of clean, minty freshness on his teeth and tongue. Castiel’s finger is let free from Dean’s mouth, and Dean resolutely determines to give Castiel a kiss that an immortal being would remember for the rest of their existence.

Sam has been waiting on the side of the road for the past 45 minutes. He figures he knows exactly what is happening in the woods, and although he is happy that his brother and best friend found love, having to wait while they are hooking up is not how he wants to spend his morning. He considers driving back to the motel and leaving Dean and Castiel to walk back on their own.

And Sam chuckles at the thought of a billion year old angel doing the walk of shame with his brother. Fighting the supernatural takes a lot more away from the brothers, than it ever gives. But sometimes the universe conspires to make everything fun and ridiculous again. Sam checks the trunk for a duffle bag with a couple sets of spare clothes. He drops the bag and a burner phone in a place where it seems obvious from the woods, but isn’t visible to passing motorists.

Sam gets back in the driver seat and starts the car. As he drives back to the motel, he enjoys laughing to himself every time he thinks of Dean’s face when he realizes he’ll be walking back to the motel.

#suptober20 #spn #destiel #destiel fic #supernatural

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shefanispeculator · 4 years ago

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Gwen Stefani had begun working on new music before the lockdown hit, but says it was only when she brought up the idea of reintroducing herself to her collaborators that inspiration struck. “I'm not trying to force myself on anyone, and I'm not trying to have a comeback,” she says with a laugh. “I’m simply going to do some music without feeling defensive about it. Whoever likes me can listen. If you don't like it, you can actually say you don't like it! I don't care. I just want to put music out.”

After cutting a song in February with rising songwriter and producer Luke Niccoli (who’s worked with buzzy acts like Yves Tumor, Miya Folick, and Joji), Stefani was virtually introduced to pop hitmaker Ross Golan (Selena Gomez, The Chicks, P!nk), who suggested the trio write about exactly what the singer was feeling: a desire to remind people that she’s not just records collecting dust on your shelf.

“Let Me Reintroduce Myself,” released Monday, is a feel-good return to the ska/pop/reggae hybrid — record-scratching, horns, a walking bass line — that Stefani perfected during her time fronting No Doubt. Using her downtime in Oklahoma during the pandemic to dig back into ska’s roots, she immersed herself in the history of the genre, leading her to feel like now was the right moment to return to the sounds that first put her on the map 30 years ago. “All of the riots had happened, and I just started thinking so much about when I started loving music and why,” she says. “It was eighth grade when I learned about ska and Madness and the Selecter and all those bands that started to define the kind of music that I felt like I fit into; here I was, this Catholic girl from Anaheim doing reggae music! But that music was all about unity and anti-racism, and that was in the '70s. Then we were doing it in the '90s. And now here we are, again, in the same old mess.”

After the “Let Me Reintroduce Myself” writing session in late August (for which she later cut her vocals safely at the Los Angeles studio, the Village), Stefani began referring to Golan and Niccoli as her “song soulmates,” joining forces on a handful of other Zoom-born songs since then that will, if all goes according to plan, see the light of day some time in 2021. But for now, the No Doubt singer’s new track is a welcome return to form after five seasons judging The Voice, twice topping the country charts with fiance Blake Shelton, and building upon the success of her first-ever Christmas album, 2017’s You Make It Feel Like Christmas. “I just said, "I want to do some reggae,’” she remembers. “And it was just this weird full circle moment, because as soon as I started telling whoever I was going into the studio about that, they were so inspired too.”

In a call late last week, Stefani walked EW through returning to solo music, revisiting her back catalogue on the heels of Tragic Kingdom’s 25th anniversary, and how some of her biggest hits have gained new resonance in recent years.

ENTERTAINMENT WEEKLY: How are you feeling knowing this song is about to come out? GWEN STEFANI: Under the circumstances, to be able to put out new music is just beyond a gift. Even if it wasn't a pandemic it would be exciting, but it's crazy with the pandemic, you know what I'm saying? I just didn't think it was going to come this year or that I'd be this lucky.

What was your headspace like as you went into writing and recording new solo material this year? Well, this is the deal: I haven't really put a record out in five years. That's a long time. I don't know how it went by so quickly. I would have loved to, but I was doing the Vegas show [Just a Girl] and that took up a lot of time. Before that, I toured the record before, [2016’s This Is What the Truth Feels Like], and the next thing you know, five years passed. I also was feeling like... "Does anyone really want to hear new music from me?" It's so much work to make new music, and I think about all the bands that I loved — I don't go looking for their new records. I just listen to the stuff that I liked in high school .

Somebody sent me a song called “When Loving Gets Old,” and I really loved it. Nobody sends me songs. Why doesn't anyone just send me, like, “Umbrella”? I got this song, I actually liked it. I went in to record it. The girl that sent it to me said, "They actually wrote this for you." And I was like, "Really? No wonder the lyrics feel so good. Why don't I write with them?” We wrote this song called “Cry Happy,” made up of all of these lyrics I’d written on my phone. We had this really great day, but I had to rush home to the kids. It's so different these days; you get there and you have to get home to cook dinner, so I didn't get to cut a demo. That was last February. And then we hit lockdown.

I spent a hundred days in Oklahoma, doing laundry and cooking. We had 15 people there. It was an incredible pause on life to be there at the ranch with the boys and just have this surreal lifestyle for a while, but nothing to do with the life included creating music or anything like that. But Blake happens to have a studio there and had to do some work and brought an engineer in. So I recorded the vocals on “Cry Happy,” and that was like lighting a match to a wildfire because I was like, “My god, I’ve got to do music."

You felt inspiration again? I felt all kinds of inspirations and ideas. It's like God saying, "You’ve got to do this now." When I get that urgency, you can't stop me. I'm like, “I’ve got to go write songs. That's what I need right now. And I don't even care if anyone hears them, or if they think they suck, I'm doing it, now.”

When I got back to L.A., I went into the studio. Everything was plastic-guarded. You get your temperature taken. Everybody's wearing masks. By then, all of the riots had happened. I started to go back and investigate ska and reggae, and I found all these documentaries about how ska was born in the 1960s, how that was linked to the Jubilee when Jamaica was being freed from England. Starting No Doubt, we were the third-wave imitating the 1960s.Then I found this documentary on a school in Jamaica called the Alpha Boys School, which was run by Catholic nuns. There's this little white Catholic nun called Sister Mary Ignatius Davies who helped nurture reggae music. You can see all these pictures of her with these little boys and they're learning these brass instruments. The first ska band that was ever born was these kids out of Alpha Boys School, the Skatalites. No Doubt used to listen to them. Doing my research, it all just felt so full-circle.

So this music was born out of that. I wanted to go back and make something that was joyful and back to my roots, where it all started. [Pre-pandemic] I’d been in the studio with Luke Niccoli and he's the one that said you really should work with my friend Ross, who turned out to be someone who really gets my sarcasm, and the fun side of my lyrics. We really hit it off.

With Luke, we taught each other a lot, especially when it came to ska and reggae, because I kept saying, "Dude, no, listen to Sublime. It has to have scratching in it. It has to be '90s." So he was discovering all this stuff that he didn't know, but bringing his technology and youth to the sound. It was a perfect kind of combination between the three of us. And we wrote a bunch of songs together and I know we're going to write more.

Lyrically, “Let Me Reintroduce Myself” addresses the idea of people thinking of you as a relic. Is that how you feel? At the beginning of this process, I feel like I had to make excuses for why I wanted to make new music. I felt like people were going to judge me and be like, "Well, you're like super old. Why would you even want to?" This is just how my brain works. Anyone would, you know what I mean? Everybody has their own fears or insecurities.

Ross’s reaction was [for us to incorporate] a way of saying, “Well, I haven't really gone anywhere if you really think about it.” I just had a No. 1 hit on [country] radio ["Nobody But You"] — two of them actually, because the next one's ["Happy Anywhere"] going to go No. 1 soon [Editor’s note: it did, 24 hours after our call]. We were just trying to say I haven't really gone anywhere. I'm still doing the same thing. I still wear the same kind of stuff that I've always worn. It's just an evolution.

“Let Me Reintroduce Myself” references your past, lyrically and visually. Some artists are really loath to look backwards, but you seem extremely willing to. Why is that? Five years ago, when my life blew up in my face, there was a lot of looking back. Music has always been a really amazing place to pour my heart and emotions into. It's like therapy.

When I was offered to do the Vegas show — a huge milestone for me — it was very reflective. I think it's an incredible thing to put out new music and have your sound evolve, whether it be through the No Doubt years or the three solo records I did. The first solo record [2004’s Love. Angel. Music. Baby.] was very much a dance record — that was the pop music when I was in high school that I wasn't into, but was the backdrop of my life. Back then, I said, "You know what? I want to try to make that kind of music. I want a dance song." It was so incredible to be able to work with all the talented people that I did and have such a different kind of sound like that, which made me want to do the second record, [2007’s The Sweet Escape].

The third solo record was not born in the same way. It didn't have a reference for the production. It was just, “How do I get through this time in my life? I've got to write these songs. I don't care how they're dressed up sonically. It's just getting them out.” During the process of doing that, I fall in love and I'm writing a song about my life basically being over and then starting to fall in love at the same time, all with one album.

After that, it was like, how do I evolve? When you do a new record, usually everything comes with that: the tour, the merch, the vibe. But when you're doing a Vegas show, you don't have a new song. You don't have anything new. How do you create a show around everything you've done? So there was a lot of looking back and thinking about, “How do I make this feel super nostalgic? How do I make this feel like, when everyone's coming from around the whole world to see me in this room, we have this common story, and that these songs were the backdrop to our lives?”

This year marked the 25th anniversary of No Doubt’s Tragic Kingdom. How has that record changed meaning for you over the years? I don't really like anniversaries. I don't really celebrate like, “Oh, I wore that in 1995. Now it's 10 years later, woo!” But then when it actually happened and I started seeing everyone posting and seeing all the stuff that we had done — things I don't remember, until I see the image — I was just overwhelmed, like, "Oh my god, we did that?" It was a really emotional couple of days. I really enjoyed hearing just how much that record impacted people. It really is truly mind-blowing to me that I get to do music, let alone to be part of people's lives in that way. It's hard to wrap my head around it.

I'm really proud of Tragic Kingdom. It was a very weird album. I was so naive. I didn't even know how to write a song. I don't know how I wrote those songs because I didn’t know anything back then. But doing the Vegas show was a really reflective time, because doing a song like “Just a Girl” every night felt more relevant than ever, especially in the last couple of years with the rise of the #MeToo movement. It feels like history repeating itself. We've come far, but we haven't. I always thought that I would outgrow that song and be a woman and not be able to sing the words “I'm just a girl” anymore, but it felt more relevant than it ever felt in my whole life. It was bizarre.

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