#Thanks for being as awesome as ever! ♥

[iamred-iamyellow]

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ The Last Great American Dynasty

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♥ pairing: logan sargeant x fem!driver!reader

♥ synopsis: logan gets replaced at williams mid season by you, his girlfriend. luckily his racing career and f1 story is not over yet.

♥ smau - fc: women on pinterest - as always none of the pictures are mine <3

♥ warnings: swearing, hate comments, and james vowels slander !!!

♥ a/n: logan gets the happy ending he deserves (by taking james' job lol).

-August 26, 2024-

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williamsracing Y/n L/n to race for the remainder of the 2024 season

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logansargeant proud of you ❤️

yourusername thank you logie. I can't wait to see where racing takes us both. I love you ❤️

user6 the fact that he's still so supportive of her... I love them your honor 🥺

alex_albon You gave it your all brother and it’s been a pleasure being teammates with you. I know whatever you do next, you’ll be awesome. I can't wait to race along side you as well @/yourusername. Lets make history.

user9 HOW ARE WE FEELING LOLEX NATION 😭

user1 the tears that are coming out of my eyes right now

user2 😧

user7 I felt my heart break in real time

user4 ... james I am in your fucking walls

user5 I am so proud of y/n but damn.

user21 can someone explain please??

user7 logan, the driver y/n is replacing is her boyfriend

user9 I cried.

user60 imagine taking your own BOYFRIENDS job. he deserves so much better

user51 poor logan 💔

user10 lets not let the sad news about logan leaving impact our support for y/n. shes the first woman to race in f1 in a VERY long time and that's an incredible achievement

user3 say it louder for the people in the back

user12 this !!!

user4 James vowels is the common enemy

user8 @/user4 TRUE

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-Logan's Insta Story-

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yourusername oh look i’m winning

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user1 yes you are queen

user2 you don’t have to brag 😔

user5 POINTS

landonorris @/logansargeant maybe you should get her a dog

pierregasly 💀

user1 landooo 😭

user8 how is she so gorgeous

user9 oh to be y/n

user6 prove the haters wrong !!!

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logansargeant back in blue

tagged; @/andrettiindy

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yourusername 🩵

logansargeant 🩵

patriciooward good to see you again

user7 SHUT THE FUCK UP NOT ANDRETTI SIGNING HIM FOR 2025

user9 HAHAHA

user3 the personal beef andretti has with f1 is inspiring 😩

user8 WHAT THE FUCK IS A KILOMETER 🦅🇺🇸

user5 lets go logan

user1 oh we are SO back.

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logansargeant today I got the privilege of marrying the most talented, beautiful, and kind woman I have ever met. you have stood by me since the beginning of my career and I am honored that you chose me to support you throughout the future of yours. I love you so much

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f1 our favorite paddock couple

indycar double it and give it to the next motorsport

alex_albon congratulations to the both of you!

lilyzneimer thank you for making me your maid of honor 🥹 you looked absolutely stunning today

yourusername lilyyyy 😭🫶

williamsracing so who caught the boquet? 👀

yourusername lily mhe 🤭

lilymhe we might be needing those brides maid dresses again soon

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-December 2035-

It has just been announced that former F1 driver Logan Sargeant and his wife, Y/n L/n will be the new team principal and CEO of Williams Racing.

The F1 American Dynasty

If you're unfamiliar with the story of Sargeant you may not understand the significance of this change for Williams. He had a spot on the grid during 2023-2024 before being dropped mid-season and replaced by his now wife Y/n L/n. He then went on to drive for Andretti, an American Indycar team and Y/n won four championships during her time in F1. The two of them have continued to carry on the legacy of American drivers in Formula 1, encouraged by the Andretti family.

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yourusername CEO life

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lilymhe GORGEOUS

yourusername no YOU <33

williamsracing glad to have you back @/logansargeant

user2 even admin is a logan fan

user4 oh FUUUCK YEA

user7 stop the middle picture-

user9 I want what they have 😭

user1 their ULTIMATE revenge

user12 fuck james vowels

user3 all my homies hate james vowels

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end notes: thank you so much for reading! even though logan isn't on the grid I'll still have a few fics coming out for him soon <3

[within-your-eyes-if]

Update 9/21

Hello everyone!

I've definitely had a period of complete dissatisfaction no matter what I wrote (including all the lovely asks I've received). It hurt my soul sometimes. It stressed me out a lot and weighed me down heavily. But I've been crawling out of the mindset (your loving words and support a huge help) and I finally feel more satisfied with what I have.

I made quite a few revisions, additions, and corrections. I expanded on a few things, especially the fights and the knightly order that Gabriel and Lee are a part of. I did away with some stuff or just redid it. I overlooked some details and have corrected them accordingly. I can't tell if it's a lot or feels like a lot because I've done it all gradually over the past two months. 

Other things to note:

Tongue piercings added.

MC is less opinionated regarding the baron (There was a reason, but I decided to go a different direction in this area. Regardless, it won't really matter until Ch3).

New option on the initial character customization page (Where you choose your pronouns. (This new option won't come into play until Ch3+, but I just want you to be aware of it).

No more being dragged around. You utilize the walking stick more. The changes were slight adjustments to the text, but it's worth mentioning, even if it feels small.

Skipping Ly's explicit scene now gives a non-descriptive overview. I feel like some parts within the explicit stuff added a bit of character-building. But I repeat: they are non-descriptive (for those who prefer it this way ♥).

Declining the job actually lets you say no.

No personality check at dinner. No personality checks ever.

There are a few other things I changed and added spread throughout both chapters, but I'd say they're relatively minor, or I want you to discover them for yourself.

Anyway, I think that's all. I still don't want to give a date for Ch3 because I'm trying to take my time and make sure I'm happy with it. I don't want a repeat of the turmoil I've put myself through, which is entirely my fault. Regardless, I can look at these two chapters and feel more content with them and now peaceably move on to finishing Part 1 of Chapter 3. A lot is going on in this chapter and my personal life, so I have 100% decided to break the chapter into two parts (I said before I wasn't sure).

Thank you for reading this and my story! Have an awesome day!

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Word Count: 110,596 (Excluding Codex)

[hooked-on-elvis]

LISTENING TO ELVIS' SONGS WITH HEADPHONES IS THE BEST FEELING EVER 😭🥹

The other day I was listening to this song on speakers, and this is a song that touches me deep, but right now I'm listening to it in my headphones and like… SHIT! It feels like he's singing it just to me. His voice echoing in my brain is like the best sound I've ever heard.

I specially recommend you to listen to his early career songs (Sun Records era) and the takes from recording sessions from all his career (50s, 60s and 70s) with headphones, if you enjoy a more intimate experience with Elvis' songs.

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I just remembered @cherrycolaride mentioned "Are You Sincere" as an awesome song to listen to with headphones in her blog, a few days ago. I knew the song already, and how I'm used to listen to Elvis' songs with headphones I knew how much this one is intense. So I just had to listen to it again now... thanks for that, dear. ♥ — (gosh, you can hear the wet sounds of his mouth moving!!! that's intense... that's what we're talking about).

That's why the takes from recording sessions are also indescribably amazing to listen with headphones on, because there's the music and there's also Elvis speaking, laughing, just being silly (many times naughty too) inside the recording studios - all of that right into your ears is like having a taste of being in his presence. HEAVENLY.

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Oh, fan tip: For those moments you really want to feel Elvis' voice as intimate as possible, enable stereo mode. It creates a more realistic and immersive listening experience. The isolated sound channels really can give you an even more up-close sensation to the music (that's how I feel). I feel like I'm in a rehearsal, inside a room, sitting next to Elvis. Really, it sounds like he's right by your side singing. Of course the instruments feel more intense too on stereo mode. Chills, chills, chills…! 🫠

Okay, just one more song to mention because I'm crying like a baby listening to it now... From my favorite Elvis album:

Takes

[swampstew]

1-800-GRANDLINEBLING ♥ Call Me On My Shell Phone

To celebrate 1K+ followers, I opened up phone lines to the crews! Part 1 of 3 ~ X reader (and one OC) with Kid, Killer Law, Zoro, and Sanji for myself, @quinloki @icy-spicy @yamat0 @mandiemegatron and @leftsidebonfire Part 2 | Part 3

You are now being connected to...

Purururu purururu puru—

Kid: Hey babe, I know it’s been a while since we talked. Even longer since I’ve seen ya…and I miss ya…so damn much. I’ll be back from my trip soon and when I do, I’mma make it be like I never even left. Don’t make any plans for the next few weeks - yeah weeks, you’re gonna be stuck with me for a minute! HAAH? Sorry the line is busy, but I’ll see you real soon. I love you.

Waking up to start your morning routine, you were interrupted when you heard a commotion in your backyard. Hurriedly, you investigated and found that some kind of animal had gotten into your she-shed and left a mess. After you cleaned it up, you went back to your bedroom and was stunned to find your bed made up and decorated with flowers and treats.

"KID!" you squealed as the giant scooped you up from behind, burying his nose in your neck, softly kissing your skin until he reached your lips. Ravenous as he sweetly but impatiently kissed you, leaving traces of his favorite red shade smeared all over you.

"Hey," he finally whispered, kissing your cheek, "Get dressed, I'm taking you out. I have a whole day planned for us."

Killer: Hey gorgeous, it's good to hear your voice. Man I really miss you, actually we'll be docking very soon. Is it alright if I take up your day and night? Heh, you're so sweet. I'll be sticking around for a bit before the next trip, and I'd like to spend that time with you. Yeah? Awesome. I'll be there soon. I'm cooking you the best pasta you'll ever have!"

Killer did not specify which day he was visiting, which made you all the happier when someone knocked on your front door and it turned out to be your new beau. You giggled as he scooped you into a bear hug, your legs lifted off the ground by his strength and height difference.

"Mmmm there she is," he sighed behind his face mask, nuzzling your face to push the fabric away. "Gods I missed the way you feel in my hands," he kissed your cheek softly.

"Kiiilllller not outside," you whine.

"As you wish," he huffed, rushing inside and kicking your door close as you left out a delighted shriek. "We won't be cooped up in here all the time though, I think I owe my girl some spoiling and pampering."

Law: Hey. It's been a while hasn't it? How are you? Thanks, I'm doing ok, I'll be better when we dock on land. The crew is going to do their own thing but I'm hoping I can stay with you and make up for lost time. Yeah? I like the sound of tha--wait, dancing? You know I can--tch--Shachi needs the phone. We'll talk when I see you. No, you're not convincing me to go dancing.

Bitch he thought.

Law landed on your island and it took all of 2 hours before you dragged him to the comic book store. A simple route to throw him off his game - so when your day trip transitioned to lunch date, to at-home-nap, to dinner with friends, to the rave party down the block, he couldn't help himself but follow you into the booming building. All it took was some peer pressure, shots, a lot of tequila, and some glow in the dark bracelets. He's down so bad for you.

Zoro: Hello? Is this thing even on? Oh you can hear me! Good. We'll be on dry land soon enough, and if you want to hang out or whatever, I'm ok with doing that. TCH No, I don't need you to pick me up, I can find your place on my own. Yes I'm sure! I--hm I have to go, the stupid cook needs the snail. I uhm, look forward to seeing you.

You were pleasantly surprised to find Zoro on your doorstep, on time exactly like he said he would be. You didn't miss the way Franky zoomed away on his motorcycle, all sly-like.

"Told you I knew my way around," the swordsman scratched the back of his head, a pink hue grew on his cheeks as his eyes looked everywhere but you.

"Sure, sure whatever you say Marimo," you grin cheekily, and that made him more flustered.

"TCH, annoying ass. Look we don't have to hangout--"

"Shut up, annoying man!" you bite back, the curve of your lips growing wider as you antagonize your crush.

With a huff, Zoro finally looks you in the eye, the blush on his face deepening, "With an attitude like that, I know exactly what we're going to do first. Hope you still have your sparring gloves."

Sanji: MON CHERIEEEEE!!! I've missed you every day like a plant misses the sun on a rainy day. We'll be making port in a day and I can't wait to show up on your doorstep with my heart - no, not literally, I know that freaked you out the last time. Do you need me to pick up anything? You always say 'no its ok,' but I swear you're never inconveniencing me! I swear on the mosshead's life! I'll see you soon my love.

As promised, Sanji appeared on your front porch carrying a picnic basket full of goods and trinkets he brought from his travels. Delighted, you threw your arms over him and he swung you around once before planting a big kiss on your cheek.

"Oh, I've brought a friend if that's ok," Sanji whispered in your ear.

You looked behind him to find a shy little cow trailing behind the French cook.

"Of course," you squealed happily, "Everyone is always welcome here. Let's warm up some milk for this baby to eat."

[musette22]

Minnie! Sweetheart I just noticed something about Bucky that I wanted to run by you....in CA-TFA Bucky shoots a hydra agent with his left hand just before he falls off the train but in the montage we see him taking shots as a sniper and he is using his right hand. And in TFATWS he mentions to Sam that he is right handed, that's why he doesn't always think of using is metal arm...because its the left.

I know that Sebastian mentioned in an interview that he was left handed that his teachers in Romania forced him to use the right...so for Sebastian being right-handed is learned behavior and sometimes you can see him instinctually use his left hand. So maybe he just used his left hand for the shot in the movie and the director left it in or maybe this leads to my theory of Bucky being ambidextrous? I don't know if what I've said makes any sense or not...I just had so many thoughts on Bucky being a precious little over achiever who was ambidextrous and Seb being slightly ambidextrous as well 🤔

Hi there my darling! 💗 Ooohh that is a very interesting observation, I don't think I'd ever noticed that! I also didn't know the left/right handed issue was discussed in tfatws, but I guess that would make sense!

I do remember Sebastian explaining that he used to be left handed, yes, and if he does occasionally instinctually use his left hand still, it's possible that that's what happened when he used his left hand to shoot the hydra agent on the train 🤔

Correct me if I'm wrong, but it kind of looks like Bucky actually catches the gun in his right hand when Steve tosses it to him, then switches it to his left and starts shooting? So either Sebastian-as-Bucky deliberately switched it to his left hand for some reason, implying Bucky was a confident shot with his left hand too, and therefore more or less ambidextrous - or Sebastian accidentally switched to his left hand, which would mean he himself still occasionally favours his left hand and/or is more or less ambidextrous! Or maybe they scripted it like this as a sort of foreshadowing thing, because of what would happen to his left arm not very long after this? In any case, it's a very interesting observation!

I'm sure others have discussed this before, so if anyone else can shed any light on this that would be awesome of course. But I think it was he first time I've taken notice of it, so thanks for bringing it to my attention! ♥︎

[baby-xemnas]

One thing I enjoy about Law/Bepo is that I constantly see the debate surrounding “Is Law getting it?” Like, is the man so hot and stoic he’s constantly getting ass or is he a creepy workaholic weirdo with terrible social skills who couldn’t possibly get laid? And the LawBepo answer is both. The man fell in love with a mink at 14 and has not looked back. He can hook one guy, specifically a guy who apologizes like it’s second nature and thus needs constant validation and is over obvious with his feelings in a way that’s nye impossible to misinterpret. Man found his wife at 14 while recovering from a depressive spell and thus has never had to exist in the normal dating scene. Could not possibly hit on a woman at a random bar and be successful on anything but his looks but is, in fact, constantly getting laid cause he picked his wife up out of the snow during his preteens. A creepy little weirdo who built his sexuality around a mink and thus would have a terrible time in a regular dating scene, who is dating his co worker and thus can work and fuck at the same time. Man has a partner with a natural predisposition to swimming and would do great on a regular sail ship but instead chose a submarine so his partner can never be more that 100ft away from him. A workaholic creepy little weirdo with negligible social skills who is, in fact, constantly getting laid, it’s the ideal Trafalgar Law.

THIS IS A BEAUTIFUL ASK ANON THANK YOU SO MUCH

Man found his wife at 14 while recovering from a depressive spell and thus has never had to exist in the normal dating scene

put that shit in GRANITE

constantly getting laid cause he picked his wife up out of the snow during his preteens Crying

😭😭😭

so. sooooo true. i love how he is so terrible when people flirt with him - easiest examples are Monet or Robin even if neither was serious about it we digress - he didnt even BOTHER being friendly like yeah yeah whatever whatever shut up bitch - he is such a rudeass, the type of rudeass that only comes with being extremely married. he is NOT interested, he will not lift a finger or bother with a smile

its soooo real how technically he has no game cuz he dont need it - i would argue with lack of social skills - he does have them he just doesnt use them - he can be charming as a person if he wants to (cuz how else do you collect such a big crew)

i dooo LOVE the thought of him being STRANGE AND OFFPUTTING and he is really saved by being a hottie when he is put in a fucking situation. he has to do very little, he is hot, and thats exactly what he does - bare minimum, he is so not invested - because he is thinking about how everyone is inferior to Bepo - also Bepo will be jealous if he finds out...Bepo..

BUILDING HIS SEXUALITY AROUND A MINK - YEEESSS thats my favorite!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! its the same with just HAVING always been with Bepo ofc its fucking normal that a guy is a bear, why the fuck not. thats a guy, thats their guy - Law's special guy in particular whomst he treasures...like IMAGINE living with a permanent furry since middle school thats ought to become normal for you in like a few months..and Law seeing him LIKE THAT ruined humans for him fr...whatever...People? who cares. he has such a lovely wonder next to him. going thru puberty while your bestie, most loyal person to you is a furry...permanently altered brain chemistry. literally built different

you are sooooooooooooo right its so true and its the best

i love that Law a sexy guy who is completely off limits and unapproachable on purpose - he has sex life on easy mode because he saved Bepo once and have stayed a prince charming, knight in shining armor for Bepo EVER SINCE. he is always a hero he is always awesome and the best

laughing about a submarine being confined space lmao oh of course...you are trapped in there with him, Bepo (Bepo: yay \o/♥)

AND ANOTHER THING THAT MAKES LAWBEPO GREAT FOR LAWS CHARACTER - being in a long time established relationship - A CHILDHOOD SWEETHEART EVEN - makes him Very Cool. Oh you kept a good relationship for a decade and even developed it into a romantic partnership? Awesome. It makes a man complete dare i say! I love when characters are married as hell, genuinely a massive flex

thank you so much for the ask you are so fucking right im sorry if my reply is too chaotic xoxo thank you for loving lawbepo with me

[spirk-trek]

!!RECOMMENDATION!!

I just had the pleasure of reading this story by @dogearedfriends and I think everyone else should too! I won't spoil too much but there's an accidental bond, Tarsus IV angst, awesome aliens/worldbuilding, and pure unadulterated LOVE! Here are a few little excerpts I enjoyed so so much ♥

"Jim’s mind feels like the sort of controlled chaos Spock associates with terran jazz music, the way absolute discipline allows him to improvise, adapt, change."

"And he thinks, in turn, that Spock’s mind feels exactly how the library felt to him when he was a child. He does not need to remind Spock that he loves the library."

HOW THEY DESCRIBE EACH OTHER'S MINDS!!! HELLO???

"The minds that were before have slotted perfectly into each other to form one mechanism. It’s like a heart, it thinks, or a very clever machine with only one purpose: to love."

ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?!

"Jim stirs, awake in an instant. One day, Spock hopes, he might let himself wake slowly. One day he might be certain, even in sleep, that he is safe."

This has now been archived into the Jim that lives in my head and is a part of his character forever now.

"As he eats, Spock allows himself to appreciate the sight of his friend. Cross legged on the bed, in only his underwear and attempting to shove an entire bread roll into his mouth at once. Spock thinks no being has ever been more beautiful."

I'm dead. Bye.

"I cannot imagine a future in which I both know you and am unhappy."

Okay, now I'm really dead. B y e.

Anyway, CW for eating habits (not quite eating disorders but if food is a sensitive topic for you I would probably avoid reading). This was truly such a pleasure to read. Thank you again @dogearedfriends!!

[the-mandawhor1an]

6 months later...

TLDR: it's Zaddy's and my RP 'anniversary'; artworks; Wolke being emotional about her Tumblr experience; and a fluffy one shot/drabble at the end of the WAY TOO LONG POST

I've alluded to it before, I've commissioned some artwork of the two lovebirbs and they just so happened to get finished this week. Huge thanks to @kenobiwanx for making the two come alive 😭 I can NOT stop staring at them.

LOOK AT THEM 😭😭😭

Yes these are spoilers for upcoming events but I just 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

@zaddymandalorian Überraschung!

Back to the actual point *wipes tears off her face*

Let's set the scene...

My dearest Zaddy and I reconnected in November of 2023 as I had been on a work trip at that time and I needed someone to talk to. We'd been talking on and off for the last months, mostly smalltalk and sometimes me complaining about stuff. Worth mentioning is also that I sent her my Maia fanfic back in June. First person to read it besides myself. I've known Zaddy since spring of 2016 ish (which also means I've known her longer than my husband – fun fact) so I felt comfortable with her reading my extremely self-indulgent shit. Everyone needs friends like that ♥

We mused about the roleplays we lost to forum admins being ruthless in their inactive-thread-deletion efforts every 4 months. We had barely started a Witcher RP and I'm sure it would've been awesome if we had continued. We literally stopped 7 ish posts in so nothing had happened really. – Why was it inactive? Well I took a 14 month roleplay hiatus due to me being chronically fatigued. The joys of working a stressful job and being severly anemic. Oops.

I tested the waters and made an offhand comment about maybe giving in and asking her to plot something with me.

This is a very convincing re-enactment of what happened: (translated because we're German potaters)

Well... and that's when the fun began

I, being a total Pedro fangirlie, asked if we wanted to just take the synopsis of my fic and run with that. She agreed, I was happy, she was happy.

So it's been 6 months.

OH. MY. GOD.

I did not think I had it in me to be consistently posting daily for 6 months. We've laughed, we've cried, we've lost sleep over it. We've grinned into our phone screens like maniacs at work and luckily no one asked

And now, 260k words later, I'm still in love with the babies. In fact I'd say I love the little blorbs even more now. Maia has a face, she has outfits (multiple!) she has a family and a story (that's only about 1/3 written so whew we might make it to a million)

Of course I also love Zaddy very much (and I will keep lovebombing your ass, bitch 🖤💜)

You know what, fuck it, I'm mentioning more people. Buckle up! Wolke spreads some love!

@immarocketman for being the first person on Tumblr that I kind of clicked with because we share a love for Pedro and the color purple 💜

@roughdaysandart for 1) allowing me insight in her creative process making a Fanfic comic and b) doodling Maia basically as soon as she made an appearance in text form 💜

The moots: @thefrogdalorian @djarins-cyare @djarins-wife @pedroswife69 for interacting with me, commenting on my posts and being real cute in general 💜

Everyone that ever interacted with me on here has been nothing but friendly, I feel extremely welcome over here. Everyone who liked/reblogged or commented on my posts, thank you so much. 💕💕💕💕💕💕

Now that the sappy whining is over, who wants to read something actually interesting?

In spirit of me being overbearingly loving, I've typed up a bit of fluff from the lovesick fools™ of Clan Mudhorn. Unbeta'd.

It was early in the morning, the sun barely over the horizon and engulfing the room in warm orange light, when Din awoke, a soft and warm body nestled into his side. She let out the softest little hum when he buried his face in her hair, wrapping his arms around her to hold her close.

"Sleep," he purred into her hair, placing a kiss on her forehead when her face turned towards him. Again, with a quiet hum, she buried her face in the crook of his neck. "How am I supposed to sleep when my husband has his hands all over me?"

"I'm sorry," he apologized and gently stroked her hair. "Why are you awake anyway?" she asked, finally raising her head so her sleepy, green eyes looked into his. "Hey mesh'la," he greeted her with a smile, placing a gentle kiss on her lips. "I don't know. I guess the sun woke me up, it's too bright in here." He sighed. "I miss the hut on Nevarro, it was always dark in there." "Come on, it's not that bad here. We needed more space anyway."

She pulled away from him, rolling over so she was on her stomach, hugging the pillow underneath her to get a better look at her everything. "Is the sun too strong, my warrior king?" a grin crept onto her lips as her eyes blinked slowly. Clearly this was way too early for her liking. To be fair, last night went on for longer than anticipated. "Are the little troublemakers awake yet?" She raised her head and turned to face the door. For now it seemed peaceful and quiet in the adjacent rooms.

Knowing well she would rise from the bed to check if he didn't stop her, Din hoisted himself over her body, practically pressing her into the mattress with his body weight. "You're not getting up to check on the kids now, cyar'ika," he muttered, peppering kisses along her shoulder. A chuckle escaped her lips as she rotated her head so she could see him in her peripheral.

She was so glad the mattress was soft enough to just give in under the weight, forming a perfectly human-shaped dent to make way for her body. "Whatever you say, great Mand'alor." For just a second she could feel him grind his pelvis into her butt.

He kept on pressing kisses on her neck, her shoulders, slowly crawling down her spine, kissing every little scar he found on his descent. "You really have to stop saying it like that." "Like what?" "With the bedroom-voice." He stopped to crawl back up to her head and leaned forward, giving her the chance to look into his face. His eyes were darkened, one of his eyebrows twitching upward.

"You're insatiable," she laughed, shaking her head. He slowly lifted off of her, immediately wrapped both arms around her and pulled her onto his chest. "That's your fault, my love." His voice was warm and silky, the vibration in his chest making her shudder. "My fault?" "You're just too beautiful so I can't keep my eyes or my hands off of you for long." "Di'kut" "Gar di'kut, forever." "Forever is a long time," she said softly and ran her fingers through his hair.

"And I'll be happy to spend every minute with you. I love you so much" he took her hand in his and softly kissed her knuckles. She sighed and watched him kiss every finger, eyeing her intently. She was mesmerized by his eyes, almost hypnotized by the dark brown, with the orange light surrounding them it reminded her of embers, glowing and warm.

Forever was a long time and although it didn't feel like it, time was progressing, evident by the threads of silver that sparkled in his dark brown curls. And although she felt like she herself was showing signs of ageing, he always told her she was as beautiful as the day he met her. "I love you more, mesh'la," she replied and rested her hand on his cheek.

"You and the kids are everything to me. I would die for you," he mused, closing his eyes as her finger brushed over his beard toward his lips. Her movements halted and the dark brown eyes reopened, scanning her features for signs of her sudden stop. The small crease on her forehead was enough for him to know exactly what was troubling her.

"Look at me," he pleaded with her, cupping her cheek in one of his hands now. "I know that look on your face. I would doesn't mean I will. Stop thinking about it. I'm here and so are you." Her hand slowly retreated to rest atop of his, thumb brushing over his warm and tanned skin. "Thanks to you, I am. You've saved my life once, I hope you don't have to do it a second time." She smiled warmly and nestled her face further into his hand.

Din grumbled and pulled her face closer, peppering it with kisses wherever he could reach. "I've saved your life twice. But it doesn't matter, you've given me more than I could ever imagine. I have a family now. And the most amazing wife in the galaxy." "I love you." "Until the end of space and time."

Both flinched when they heard a noise outside the bedroom. Instantly both heads were turned to the door, listening for more noises. One of the kids must've woken up, maybe their voices were too loud.

"Any guesses?" Din asked his wife, once again burying his face in her hair. "My gut tells me it's your mini-version," she suapected, turning her head to kiss him gently. "Your gut? Or your Jedi magic?"

Din rose from the bed, stretching his muscles in the morning sun, stared at by his better half. "And you say I'm insatiable." A sly grin appeared on his lips as he put on a shirt, his shoulders and bicep stretching the fabric just enough to make her hum. "The faster you check on the troublemakers the sooner you can come back to bed. Hurry, I'm not done with you."

She didn't have to tell him twice.

Translations:

mesh'la - beautiful

cyar'ika - darling

di'kut - idiot

gar di'kut - your idiot

[queruloustea]

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I hope I'm not too late, but I heard it was your borth! Hope you have/had a great one~ And thank you for blessing all of us with your art and fanfics~! They're phenomenal! ♥♥♥ Keep being awesome, my dude~

WAAAUGH THANKYOU????? ohhhh the sweeties! they are so so cute thankyou so dearly.

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Disconnected

Omega!Reader x Werewolf!NCT

Genre: A/B/O

Warning: Blood, Animal Cruelty, Kidnapping, Mentions of Death, Anxiety, Paranoia, Manipulation, Abuse, Verbal Abuse, Physical Abuse, Claws, Magic, Panic

Words: 4K

Chapter One

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Prompt: By removing the weakest link, werewolves were able to grow far more powerful than anyone could ever imagine. They lived in peace knowing they were top of the food chain. That is until a certain pack made an unbelievable discovery, causing them to question their past, present, and future. Omegas aren't supposed to exist anymore, but they couldn't deny the fact they had found one.

“What is… is that… do you smell blood?”

Xiaojun stopped dead in his tracks, focusing on his sense of smell. There was this rich and sweet aroma in the air that was mixing in with the scent of blood. It was taking up all his attention, and causing concern. Of course he wasn’t the only one out here, and now that he had pointed out the oddity, those with him became aware of it as well. Yuta and Mark also took in a deep breath, really getting a hit of this confusing scent. Before they knew it all three of them were on the hunt, wanting to find the source.

Eventually they came across a trail of blood, cautiously following it. Soon enough they came upon a little wolf, seeing bits of fur stained red. The three quickly approached, discovering that the creature was still alive. It brought them relief, although now there was no doubt this was the source of the strange scent. The situation itself brought up so many questions, but they all agreed on the fact that they wanted to help. Upon examining the wolf they found that they were bleeding from a wound on their chest. Mark ripped up his shirt in order to wrap the injury so they could move the wolf without causing any more harm.

Yuta volunteered to carry the little thing back, being careful not to jostle them around too much. He couldn’t help but lean in close to breath in the scent. None of them had ever known of a wolf’s scent being so lovely. Of course when they got back to their home the others were quickly on them and asking questions, also wanting a closer look at this creature. Xiaojun went off to get some medical supplies, and tell the other hyungs about what they had found. Although they were also going to have to explain themselves first.

“We’re just trying to help.” Mark stated. “We couldn’t just leave them there to die.”

“You guys were on patrol. It’s not-”

“We didn’t step outside the territory, Taeyong.” Yuta remarked. “They crossed the border into our land.”

“Are they gonna be okay?” Xiaojun asked.

“Doyoung and Kun are looking over them right now. It’s not a major wound so they should make a full recovery.”

“That’s good.”

“How did you even find the wolf?”

“Their scent… it’s strange for a wolf, isn’t it?”

“It is, but it’s not our concern. Once the wolf is better, we’ll release it back into the forest, understood?”

“Thanks, hyung!” Mark smiled.

“Alright, now you three go get some food. You came back just as dinner was ready.”

“Awesome!”

♥♥♥♥♥

With those three taken care of, Taeyong went to check on the unexpected guest. As he walked into the room he saw Kun dabbing at the wound.

“What’s the verdict?”

“Going by the wound it seems that the wolf was shot with an arrow.”

“An arrow? Do you mean hunters were around our borders?”

“It’s possible.” Doyoung commented. “But once the wolf wandered into our territory they must have left it alone. Good choice.”

“This little wolf got lucky.” Kun said. “It fled from the hunters and was found by some nice boys. The poor thing might have bled to death otherwise.”

“They’ll be fine in a few days, and can return to their own pack then.”

“Good. Let’s leave it to rest.”

After treating the wound Kun laid the creature down on a blanket, making sure they were comfortable. He assured the others the wolf would be fine, although he gathered some food with the intent to feed the creature. It would need to regain its strength too in order to return home. He stepped away from the table and went back to the room, although he was met with a strange sight, causing him to drop the plate. Instead of a wolf curled up on the floor he saw a girl.

“What the-”

A loud sound startled you awake. You looked around in a groggy haze, not recognizing your surroundings. Soon enough you noticed the stranger standing in the door, staring down at you in disbelief. This was not good, and you knew you had to escape. It only took a moment to realize you had shifted in your sleep. You quickly returned to your wolf form and bolted out the door past your kidnapper. That’s when you realized your injury, but you ignored it, knowing you had to get out of here first. Making it out the door wasn’t an easy out as you found yourself in a big house. So you just picked a direction and ran.

“Ya! Catch her!”

You knew others were in the house, but you couldn’t tell how many. There was such a strong mix of scents, and the sudden sound of rushing footsteps didn’t ease your worries at all. Still, you focused on finding a way out. Whenever someone crossed your path you’d scramble in another direction. Being small and agile helped you avoid capture. Now all you needed was a window to break through. Although it was getting harder to evade the strangers as more and more appeared, backing you into a corner.

You growled and snapped at them, threatening to bite. You needed to hold out until you had an opening. That is until a loud roar startled you, and everyone else around. Despite your desire to escape you were starting to tremble, feeling this uncontrollable fear. You cowered in the corner, letting out small whimpers. You couldn’t think straight anymore, feeling as if the walls were closing in around you, and you couldn’t breathe.  You still wanted to run, for different reasons now, but you couldn’t even move a muscle anymore.

“Little wolf.”

Amongst the panic you heard a voice. The others stepped aside and someone approached you, kneeling down. They reached a hand over to you, but you flinched and moved away as much as you could. You already had your back against the wall, and just did your best to make yourself smaller.

“I’m not going to hurt you. My name is Taeyong, this is my pack.” He offered you a smile. “I’m told you have a human form, may we see it?”

Somehow amidst the panic and fear you managed to shift. Although Taeyong was wrong. You didn’t have a human form, you could only half shift. So even if you looked human, your ears and tail were still present. All those around looked at you with wide eyes, surprised to see you in this form.

“Wow… what are you?” Taeyong asked. 

“Uh… wo… wolf… I’m a wolf… and… and a witch… a witch’s familiar… it’s why… why I… I can shift…”

“I see. And what would be your name?”

“Y/n.”

“Well, y/n, may I ask what happened to you? We found you injured and in our territory.”

“… sorry…”

“It’s alright. Take your time.”

“Uh… we… my master… and I… we were attacked… hunters… they… we tried to run… my master was hurt… and I… I got hit too…” You sniffled, tears in your eyes. “I failed… I couldn’t protect them… and… and now… they… they’re gone…”

“Sh, sh, it’s okay. Don’t cry.” Taeyong pulled you into his arms. “Everything’s gonna be okay. You can stay with us for as long as you like.”

“You can join our pack!” 

“Shotaro, quiet.”

“… sorry…”

You couldn’t help but chuckle. Even if you still had a bit of an adrenaline rush from the fear you weren’t afraid of Taeyong holding you. Then when you heard the other blurt out such an invitation it brought a little smile to your face.

“I don’t think… that would work…” You sniffled. “You’re different… from me…”

“Yes, we are.” Taeyong confirmed. “Where you’re just a little wolf, we’re werewolves, but you are still welcomed in our home.”

Once you calmed down Taeyong offered you to join them at the dinner table, after they checked over your wound. You agreed and thanked him for his kindness. The gentlemen from before, Kun, checked your bandages, stating it was easier to treat your human form. You remained that way for dinner as well, just being mindful of your tail at the table. Everyone was nice to you, and they all introduced themselves too. You quickly learned this was quite a large park, but they were good people.

“Can I ask?” Jaemin wondered. “How is it that you can shift if you’re a wolf?”

“My master…” You brought a hand up to your chest. “They shared their power with me so I would be able to shift, partially at least. They taught me how to do so, wanting me to experience things like the average person does. I suppose I won’t be able to do it anymore… now that they’re gone… once their power runs out I…”

You glanced down at your hands, starting to realize that sooner or later you wouldn’t be able to take this form. You would certainly miss it.

“You really can stay with us.” YangYang commented. “It’s no problem.”

“I’m thankful to all of you. I’m quite uncertain about my future, but I’m glad I have a place to stay while I figure it out.” 

Now that they knew you weren’t an ordinary wolf they gave you a proper bedroom to sleep in. Of course you were still more comfortable with your wolf side. You laid a blanket out on the floor and shifted, curling up to sleep. It kinda felt like home, but it didn’t smell like it. You’d make the most of your good fortune though and take things one step at a time.

♥♥♥♥♥

With most of the others gone to bed some of the older hyungs gathered outside for some late night drinks and a chat. The topic of discussion was pretty obvious.

“I don’t like this.” Johnny commented. “Something feels off.”

“What do you mean?”

“Everything. She could be lying, and all of this could be a trap.”

“There’s a treaty between werewolves and witches.” Jaehyun reminded. “We’re at peace with each other.”

“Not everyone is gonna honor that.”

“Regardless.” Taeyong cut in. “The little wolf is our guest and we shall treat her as one.”

“Let’s just remain on guard.” Kun added. “And see what happens.”

Every morning one of the members was in charge of waking the others. Today it fell on Sicheng, so he was groggily going around knocking on doors. Although he perked up when he remembered they had a guest. He politely knocked on the door and carefully peeked in. He was a bit surprised to see you curled up on the floor in your wolf form, sleeping peacefully. He let himself in, coming over to your side and kneeling down. He couldn’t help but pet you, feeling the soft fur under his skin.

A warm touch gently pulled you from your sleep. You softly leaned into the touch, letting out a content whimper. When you opened your eyes you looked over to see who was petting you and came face to face with a stranger. You quickly jolted up and jumped over the bed to get away, peeking over the side to see the person who was in the room. Sicheng didn’t mean to startle you, getting up and keeping his hands in the air. He offered you an apologetic smile, stepping back and towards the door.

“Sorry… didn’t mean to scare you… uh… breakfast will be ready soon…”

You nodded and Sicheng excused himself. Once you were alone you shifted to a person, knowing a wolf at the breakfast table wouldn’t go over well. You washed up and then made your way over to the dining room. You were greeted by those setting the table, being told to take a seat. Soon enough everyone was present and enjoying a meal together.

“So you’re all pack?” You asked.

“Yup.” Ten explained. “Although we are part of a bigger pack.”

“What? How does that work?”

“A bunch of packs have come together for strength and protection. We are just one of many.” Jaehyun stated. “Overall our territory spans for thousands of miles, and each pack has their own piece too. You stumbled onto our land, so lucky you.”

“I see… like one big happy family.”

“Yup. We also have this big common area.” Hendery added. “Like a market where we can exchange goods and gather with each other.”

“That sounds cool.”

“We do have to make a trip to the common area.” Doyoung noted. “You are more than welcome to join us.”

“Really? I can?”

“Of course.”

After breakfast you accompanied Doyoung and some of the other members to the common area. You immediately understood the notion of calling it a market. There was a lovely aroma in the air of freshly baked foods, and all kinds of plants. You were filled with wonder as you looked around, not straying from the others, having never been to such a place before. As you were distracted by some pretty trinkets you yelled as something suddenly pulled on your tail.

“Ya!”

You turned around to find a bunch of kids laughing and pointing at you. Another one going around to grab your tail again.

“Stop it!”

“Look at her! She’s so funny.” A kid giggled. “She’s big but she still has her ears and tail.”

“Huh?”

That’s when you noticed all the little kids had their tails wagging and ears pointed up. You looked around you, seeing that none of the adults had ears or tails, you were the only one.

“Did you not learn how to shift?”

“I… uh…”

Your ears stuck to your head and you reached back to grab your tail, wanting to hide it. The kids kept laughing and pointing, and you were starting to realize just how out of place you were here.

“What are you kids doing?”

Jungwoo had noticed the scene and came over to your side. He pulled you close to him and started scolding the kids.

“You shouldn’t be saying such things. Go off and play somewhere else.”

The kids ran off laughing, which made you feel a bit better. Even if they had been making fun of you, no one else was staring at you because of your uncommon features.

“Just ignore them. Kids don’t know anything.”

“Yeah…”

♥♥♥♥♥

You couldn’t take the kindness you were being shown for granted, so you’d help around the house where you could. Your master had taught you some domestic tasks, so you weren’t doomed to be a freeloader when on your own. You still had to take it easy though as you recovered from your injury. Which meant the others were always pushing you to get some rest. You did get to learn more about their dynamic and how this gathering of packs worked out. Some of the oldest members would go to a weekly gathering of the packs to discuss important matters and make announcements.

When the hyungs were gone the rest were expected to stay home and behave. So for today you decided to lounge around with some of the members while watching TV and snacking. It reminded you of your old times with your master. The quiet evenings when it was just the two of you. You weren’t afraid of falling asleep here. Those around you were good people, so you felt safe. Even if you did doze off you knew they’d wake you if anything happened.

♥♥♥♥♥

“Are we going to mention our guest?”

“No.” Taeyong stated. “We don’t know anything for sure, and we shouldn’t cause others unnecessary concern.”

“The wolf has been well behaved so far.” Kun added. “Perhaps there’s nothing to worry about at all.”

“We’ll see.”

“I’m more worried about the ones back home.” Johnny commented. “They can get up to trouble when we’re gone.”

“I’m sure they’re fine.” Doyoung said. “Let’s not stress ourselves out.”

For the most part the hyungs knew their pack were well behaved, but they did leave them along with a guest. They stayed focused on the meeting, trusting there wouldn’t be any problems when they went home, but they’d soon find out they were wrong about that.

♥♥♥♥♥

In the calm serenity of the living room you wound up falling asleep and rolling off the couch. You caught everyone by surprise, but that quickly turned to worry when they realized you weren’t getting up. Renjun went over to your side gently shaking you.

“Y/n… y/n…”

Now everyone was starting to panic, but things only got worse from there. You weren’t waking up, but you were starting to whimper and thrash around a bit. No one knew what to do, moreso when Jaemin pointed out your chest was glowing. YangYang decided to take a hit and rip up your shirt to reveal a glowing symbol on your chest.

“What… what is that?” Jisung questioned. “Is it hurting her?”

“I don’t know.” Chenle commented. “But she doesn’t seem okay. What do we do?”

“No idea… when do the hyungs get back?”

“We can’t just wait for them.” Sungchan remarked. “We need to do something.”

“But what!?”

“I don’t know!”

“What’s all- what did you do!”

Just as the boys were panicking it seemed that the hyungs had returned. Johnny came to investigate the commotion and wasn’t prepared at all for the scene before him. He quickly rushed over to your side, seeing the symbol on your chest.

“Taeyong!”

The others who had just returned heard the call, as did the others in the house, and came over to the living room. Taeyong carefully picked you up in his arms, noting your discomfort, but nothing he did seemed to wake you.

“What’s wrong?” Mark asked. “What’s happening?”

“I’m not sure.” Taeyong said. “But it has something to do with the symbol on her chest.”

“Can we get rid of it?”

“This is a witch’s sigil, like a property mark. It’s not easy to break, but we can try.”

“Okay, what do we do?”

“In my study, there’s a book on the shelf behind my desk with a red spine and symbols on it, bring it to me.”

Jeno quickly rushed upstairs to find the book Taeyong had mentioned. His instructions were to the letter, and he found it immediately. Taeyong instructed him to open the book to a certain page. No one else seemed to be able to read the book, but Taeyong had no issue. He gently laid you down on the floor, speaking some kind of incantation and bringing forth his claws. Some of the others worried, but they didn’t interfere. As soon as Taeyong finished speaking he cut across the sigil on your chest, drawing blood. You yelled, but soon the glow faded and you calmed down.

“Did you…” Haechan mumbled. “What did you do?”

“I broke the witch’s sigil… whatever it was doing to her, she should be free of it now.”

“Fucken witches.” YangYang growled. “She was their familiar! How cruel can they be?”

“That’s funny coming from us.”

You started whimpering, probably feeling the pain from the injury you had just received. Taeyong picked you up in his arms and carried you back to your room, telling the others to relax, nothing bad happened. Kun followed Taeyong, going off to get some medical supplies first. You were gently laid out on the bed, Taeyong taking a look at the sigil. He had broken its power, but the physical mark remained. Although a few others had come over as well.

“Is she alright?” Jungwoo asked. “Everyone’s still worried.”

“She’s fine.” Taeyong reassured. “Might have to explain what happened to her when she wakes up though.”

“Why was it glowing?”

“No idea. A witch’s sigil can be used for multiple things.”

“Yet you still broke it.” Doyoung said. “I didn’t know you could do that.”

“I have some old witchcraft books. But breaking a sigil isn’t exactly easy.”

As if on cue Taeyong coughed up some blood. Doyoung and Jungwoo were quickly at his side, Doyoung offering a towel so he could clean himself up.

“I’m fine.”

“What did you do?” Kun questioned. “What kind of spell did you cast?”

“Nothing dangerous. I’ll be fine after resting for a few days.”

“You better be.” Johnny stated. “We don’t need everyone worrying over you too.”

“I know.”

A soft little whine caught everyone’s attention. Kun had finished cleaning the wound and put a bandage over it, feeling bad that they were giving you more injuries. You seemed alright, snuggling against the sheets. Kun chuckled, softly petting your head.

“You’re okay little wolf.”

“We should leave her to rest.” Doyoung said. “She’s probably exhausted.”

“Yeah.”

“Do you smell that?” Jungwoo suddenly stated. “It’s sweet…”

“Uh… yeah.” Johnny added. “What is that?”

Everyone began to look around for the source. You had unconsciously moved closer to Kun, whining and rubbing your nose against his arm. He looked down at you and chuckled, finding you very cute. He pet your head again, and then he realized the sweet scent was coming from you. He curiously leaned in close, taking a deep breath.

“It’s her.”

“Huh?”

“The sweet smell is coming from y/n.”

The others came closer, realizing Kun was correct. It perplexed all of them. Your scent had this sweetness to it, but it was way stronger now.

“Hold on.” Yuta said. “Is she… in heat or something?”

“Is she?” Doyoung questioned. “How would we know? She’s just a wolf.”

“Why does she smell so good?” Jungwoo mumbled. “Wolves don’t smell like this to us.”

You continued to whine, and it was getting hard for the others to deny the allure you had. Johnny reached over, touching your arm and feeling that your skin was warm. You reacted to his touch and it brought a smile to Johnny’s lips. He pushed you onto your back, his hand trailing down your body.

“Johnny!”

“What? Tell me you don’t wanna do something too…”

“We can’t… we shouldn’t…”

Johnny wasn’t listening, climbing onto the bed on top of you. At this point the room had filled up with the sweet scent, and they were all getting drunk on it. This was wrong, and they had to stop before things crossed a line. There wasn’t much time to think so Taeyong bit into his own arm, the pain snapping him out of his daze. From there he let out a roar, getting the attention of the others in the room.

“Out!”

The others were snapped out of their drunken state too, scrambling out of the room. Taeyong was right behind them and shut the door, locking it in the process. He leaned against the door and slid down to the floor, breathing heavily. The rest were in a similar position, out of breath and confused.

“What… what was that…”

“Witch’s trap?” Yuta wondered. “We broke the mark…”

“No.” Taeyong shook his head. “She’s not a wolf…”

“Huh?”

“Things have been weird with her from the start… she responded to my roar… she was terrified… wolves don’t respond like that to werewolves… and this… we only respond to our own kind in heat… you… we were all…”

“What do you mean?”

“She’s one of us… a werewolf…”

“What?” Jungwoo questioned. “She doesn’t smell like an alpha or a beta…”

“That’s cause she’s neither… she’s an omega.”

“That’s impossible.” Kun stated. “They don’t exist anymore, haven’t for generations.”

“But everything points to the conclusion. It fits what we know about omegas, and does explain why we got rid of them…”

“Omegas went extinct years ago.” Doyoung reminded. “So how could one be alive now?”

“She was a witch’s familiar.” Johnny said. “That could tell us something.”

“We need to speak with her later.” Taeyong decided. “For now no one is allowed in her room, and no one tells anyone anything about this, especially her. We need to investigate somethings on our own first.”

“What… what if she really is an omega…”

“One problem at a time.”

[yandere-sins]

Prisoner #003

a/n: Last post of the year! This is a good one and I hope to write a second part from Al’s pov if I’m honest! It’s very long again but I hope you guys will enjoy it ♥ Thank you for requesting!

Fandom: Genshin Impact     Pairings: Yandere!Prisoner!Alhaitham x GN!Reader Warnings: Yandere, Violence (Implied Murder, Smashing a window in, Mention of Wounds, Blood Mention, Kidnapping (literally lol), Escaping, Self-doubts, Dread, Long Post (actually it’s exactly 5300 words which is pretty awesome)

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"Do you think you can do it?"

With cold sweat running down your back, you hovered over the keyboard in front of you. Countless numbers and letters passed by the monitors of the prison's security room, all of them running the programs you commanded on them like mindless zombies. They were once made to protect and secure.

But now they worked to destroy and release.

That, at least, was the plan.

Your eyes darting over to Alhaitham leaning on the table right next to you, his arm around the back of the chair he had put you in, you were equally as annoyed as you were scared. Biting the nail of your thumb anxiously, you directed your attention forward again, checking the lines of codes rattling down the screen.

"I think I can, but it's not something that can be rushed any more than I already am."

"I understand."

That was the most agreeable he had been ever since you met him. You didn't plan on trying to escape barely one week after being locked up in this prison. Still, when Alhaitham "took care" of that sleazy, violent roommate for yours, you had been roped into his plans unwillingly. Even now, glancing at his hands, you remembered the blood that had sullied these fingers. Even washed off and cleaned, they were still the hands of an insufferable mastermind who had more backup plans than your own built PC waiting for you at home had. Everything had to go his way, and though until now it had all worked out, you weren't so sure about the success of his escape if you were totally honest.

The plan was to cause havoc in the cafeteria, you and Alhaitham sneaking out to check the security room when the guards went to suppress the uproar and disabled the technical security measures of this prison. After that, you two and some other "friends" of his would walk right out while everyone was still busy. You had no idea where he got his access card for the doors and how he could remember all these hallways that led you here. Still, as he predicted, all guards were called to action, none remaining behind to check the cams. Seeing how many monitors had been worked on before you two came, there had been few guards anyway.

"But it's not enough," Alhaitham added after a peaceful moment of silence, followed by a sigh as he tapped the desk impatiently with his finer. Now he was getting on your nerves.

"Would like to see you code a monster from scratch," you mumbled into the nail you were biting when you felt his hand slither down your head before gripping the nape of your neck as if you were a baby animal. Fingertips drilling into your skin, his threat didn't have the urgency of strangulation, but rather, one where you feared for your head remaining located on top of your body.

"No need to get offended. Just don't disappoint me."

Letting out a whimper in response as he forced you to face his unreadable gaze, Alhaitham muttered a curt, "Good," before pulling away and leaving your side. Cowering into your chair, you let your breath out slowly, trying to calm your racing heart. With Alhaitham, you never knew if you were scared or attracted to him. For the dumpster fire this prison was, there was a very high percentage of hot prisoners and guards to tiptoe around, all of them clearly ruling this place as if it was their mansion in California. Alhaitham was one of them. Putting him in a suit and tie, he'd make people faint on sight, the orange overalls not doing him the justice he deserved.

But at the same time... he was ruthless. You had known him for only one week at this point. One week, which started with him waltzing into your cell and beating up the psycho who was trying to have a bite out of you. After that, you watched him beat up people for favors, knock out guards so he could conduct his research of the surroundings, and once he used a plastic knife to perform... something akin to surgery if surgery meant torture. You'd probably never get over that poked-out eyeball you had to look at.

The worst part? He just wouldn't let you out of his arm's reach, forcing you to witness everything. As if it was vital for you to see. As if he thought you were going to betray him unless he could instill fear in you. There was no way you could ever betray a man so foresighted and calculated—and much, much stronger than you—but even with him sleeping back to back with you in his cell, you couldn't possibly sleep with both your eyes closed and feeling safe. Yet, he never did anything to you. And besides the eyeball, he never showed you a side of him that you wouldn't be able to look at anymore. Alhaitham always cleaned up after himself and pulled you away from crime scenes after he made his point to the others and to you.

Shuddering, you focused back on your code, only hearing Alhaitham scanning the room—its door squeaking as he peered out to check the hallways—in the back of your mind. Even though he wasn't the most comforting person with words, he at least had a point with you having to hurry up if you guys wanted to actually do this somehow, even though the pending escape part of the escape plan made your anxiety shoot through the roof.

Your fingers reached out, tapping away on the keyboard like a pianist on the piano. These codes were your music, and you played them without help, creating a symphony of destruction. You had done worse before and gotten away with it until you made one little mistake that led to your imprisonment. But this time, it was about getting out, not getting in, and it would not be as hard as what you did to deserve being locked away.

It was the guards' fault for not breaking your fingers when they had the chance.

"Aaand done," you mumbled as you hit enter.

The screen halted, the lag induced by your program working the machines hard.

Then they sped up, numbers flying by, screens turning red as the security system tried to fight them helplessly. Then they turned green, and finally, everything was dunked into darkness. For a moment, the PCs heated up, loudly complaining, and then they shut themselves off with the alarms, door locks, and lights.

"Finally," Alhaitham huffed, sounding a little excited even. He was by your side in a few eager steps, grabbing your forearm as he urged, "Come on!"

With only the emergency lights illuminating the exits, Alhaitham pulled you through the countless hallways. You were stumbling and panting, completely lost if not for his firm grip on you as he dragged you after him. Alhaitham only halted to check around corners, not even stopping as you heard footsteps approach.

"Good job!" someone laughed mischievously from behind you, and you recognized it as Alhaitham's friend whose name you forgot. He, too, dragged someone after him, and before long, every person in the group plus their entourage was running with you. Even now, even when there were countless people around you two, and he had to play the role of leader, Alhaitham didn't let go of you. It only showed you that no matter how useful you proved yourself, he didn't trust you, which undeniably stung a little. You considered you two allies in this mission, but he didn't, as it seemed.

When he did finally let you go, it was only so he could help one of his "friends" up on a small ledge next to a window. Next you knew, Alhaitham wrapped his body over you, pinning you between his chest and the wall as you heard someone break the window above you. Closing your eyes, you hoped not to get glass splinters stuck somewhere, but when you felt Alhaitham's slightly roused breath bounce off your face, his chest pressing against yours, you realized the glass couldn't even harm you.

"Alhaitham--" you whispered, concerned for him, but a voice from above cut you off, and the next thing you knew, Alhaitham was gone again.

"It's open!" someone whistled, and you felt a cold breeze lick at your skin, the same place Alhaitham's breath had warmed. One by one, Alhaitham helped the people up on the ledge. Everyone felt the tension and urgency even though they helped lift their friends or lovers before themselves. You had no idea who these people were, but it was somehow heartwarming to see how they looked out for each other.

"Hey!" someone shouted from down the hall, your head snapping around only for you to be blinded by a beam of light shining from the back of the hallway. Everything you had worked so hard for shattered inside you in seconds. You couldn't even look away, knowing you were caught. Knowing this would be added to your sentence, and even though you got so many people out, all the work had still been in vain for you two.

“[Name]!” Alhaitham yelled, and you finally snapped out of your head as he yanked at your hand before sinking back into position. "Get up there! Now!"

"What about you?!" you yelled back, panicked.

"Go!"

With a bad feeling, you stepped on his palms, his push powerful enough to lift you even after all the people he had already helped. Sliding through the broken window, you didn't feel the pain of the glass shards as you heard him yell after you, "Run! Run, [Name]!" while his voice slowly faded.

Your breath hitched, but you scrambled to your feet, feeling the grass under your shoe soles as you ran. Tears prickled in your eyes as you blamed yourself for leaving Alhaitham, even though you knew of the risks beforehand. He had not been the nicest person you had ever met, but he deserved this escape more than anyone.

And now you were all alone.

The other prisoners had already taken off, everyone spreading out in different directions, hoping for the best. You had no plan beyond the prison and no one to lead you anymore as you fought against the thickets while you crashed between trees and stumbled over roots. Where should you go? Where could you go into hiding until the search would be over? You were a hacker and not a survivalist criminal! Most of your time was spent on a chair, and you were now really regretting not investing in one of these fancy walking desks because your lower back was giving up even before you got far enough away to not hear the prisoners being rallied and the lights returning to the prison.

It was hopeless. You were hopeless!

If only Alhaitham was here, you thought, just as the beam of a flashlight emerged from the thicket ahead. You hadn't even realized policemen and officers arriving to search the close proximity to the prison. And even worse than them, you heard the yapping of dogs, the excitement of the hunt and the instincts to sink their teeth into your body to keep you where you were. Alhaitham would know what to do now.

The flashlight's beam swung left to right, and you were just about to be hit by it when something crashed into you, throwing you to the ground and into a nearby bush. The pain couldn't register as fast as the warmth of another body did. Arms hugging you close, a big hand shielding the back of your head as you two rolled down a hill. Next thing you knew, you were submerged in cold water, the temperature waking every instinct in you, but the person holding you was already paddling way before you started kicking your feet.

Somehow you made it back to shore, the other person pushing you into shallow waters, allowing your lungs to catch their breath by coughing and groaning. You wanted to turn around, see who tackled you, hoping it was not a cop or a dog, but before you could even clear your vision, light shone down on you, and someone yelled loudly,

"I've got two on the other side of the river! Backup!"

It was followed by dogs howling, and a cough rang out right next to you before you were grabbed by the arm. Hard. "Run!" a strained but familiar voice urged, and when you looked up, getting pulled to your feet, there he was. As if he had never been away, determination in his eyes and strength in his grip on you.

Alhaitham.

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Out of breath and near tears, you heaved into Alhaitham's chest, his lungs just as desperate for air as yours.

You had no idea how long, how far, or how fast you two ran. You didn't even know you could run this fast. But somehow, with Alhaitham's help, you two managed to outrun the dogs, even though their barking could still be heard in the distance. Just far, far away this time.

Perhaps too early, the adrenaline left only aching and pain behind, your body shivering as you bordered on a panic attack. Your brain knew there were many tiny and big cuts on your skin, bruises, and a hurt ankle. But instead of separating every pain, it was just one big, nauseating ball of hurt in your gut. Had you not been pressed tightly against Alhaitham, inhaling his grounding scent only faintly mixed with sweat, you might have thrown up. However, somehow, you managed to catch your breath, his arms holding your shivering body in a lukewarm and tight embrace, almost as if he was swaddling you, restraining you so you could rest up.

Around you, the wood of the old barn you two had broken into creaked. It wasn't a comfortable place, squeezed behind haybales with a man whose body could envelop you in his. Still, it felt safer than the forest. Realistically, you knew you two could be found here, still hearing the barking of the dogs when you concentrated on the sound. But for now, it was your best chance of getting out of sight and having your presence lost to the search group.

Alhaitham stayed alert regardless. Glancing into the gaps in the bales, he kept checking the surroundings until he took a deep breath, his chest squeezing against you as his lungs filled with air. However, his arms didn't relax. Rather, he pressed you against him tighter, gaining your attention after he noticed you dissociating.

"You did well," he mumbled, pressing his face to your hair, nuzzling you, and you felt his muscles relax beneath you as he took a deep breath. Burning tears shot into your eyes, hearing him say these words, the anxiety of losing him and having to escape on your own catching up now, hot wetness trailing down your cheeks and dripping on his arms.

"H-How did you find me?" you hiccuped, wiggling your arm out of his hold so you could wipe your face. Your hands were dirty, but this was neither the time nor place to lose all of your composure. Inside you was this massive relief that you weren't alone, even though, for a while, it looked like you would be.

"I know you well enough to find you everywhere."

You had doubts about that but decided to not argue and keep the peace, even if it was just for the reassurance his words gave you. Alhaitham was clever. More than clever even. But you doubted he had studied your brain inside-out and could determine every one of your spontaneous steps and the decisions you made. You, too, were smart, after all. Just differently than him. He had the street smarts, and you the computer smarts. Still, it felt like he wanted to say he had your back, and for that, you were grateful.

Pushing your hand into his chest, you backed away a little, having regained some of your senses as an autonomous person. Alhaitham's arms loosened, allowing you some space to act but never drawing away from you. You felt gross after diving into the river and sweating up a storm. Too gross to be bothering him with the embarrassment of needing to be held so you could catch a breather and calm down. "It's fine now. No need to hold me," you told him, and instantly, his arms tightened again, pulling you back into a hold for dear life.

"Alhaitham, what--"

"I planned this whole escape just so I could hold you like this."

Letting out a confused Huh? you had never heard this kind of gentle determination in his voice before. All this time, you thought he was merely tolerating your presence for the cause. From the beginning, he had been cut to the point and scarily determined at times, but he never flourished his words or tried to gain your support with kindness. Hearing him speak like this made you shiver, confused heat pouring into your face.

However, his body spoke differently than the memory of him did in your mind. Fingers flaring out so he could hold as much of you as possible, your head pressed into his chest and topped with his own, your legs being pulled between his while he cradled you protectively in his arms. This wasn't a be quiet! or careful! way of holding someone. This was treasuring something that meant a lot to him.

"Never doubt the lengths I'd go to for you," was his answer to the question you only asked in your mind. You'd have loved to go more in-depth on the meaning of it all when the sudden gentleness turned into tension as the door to the barn squeaked open loudly, both your breaths halting instantly.

"Hello?" a small voice rang out. Insecure and light, it sounded like a child. A little girl, to be exact. And yet, this tiny voice gathered all her courage and called you two out. "I know you are here! I watched you come in through my window! Mommy and daddy don't like strangers coming in here. You have to leave now, or I will go and tell them!"

With a shuddering breath, you craned your neck backwards, trying to communicate silently with Alhaitham. To your surprise, his eyes were pinned on you, a hand loosening from his hold on you to instead brush away some strands of hair on your face. As always, he looked calm and collected. Alhaitham seemed almost as if nothing and no one could ever faze him, especially not this little girl threatening you two with very real danger. You didn't know if her father had a gun or if they'd alert the police to this place. And if you two had to escape once more, where would you go?

"Wait here," he mouthed, barely audible to anyone but you. You felt your eyes widen, and you wanted to tell him not to do something rash, but the words were caught in your throat. It almost seemed to pain him as he pushed you away from him, opening the protective hold he had on you. Your hand snapped after his as he stood up, your brain suddenly realizing he was going to distract the kid, but you didn't want him to. You didn't want to be alone and have to manage on your own again, knowing how that went the last time. You couldn't do it. You absolutely couldn't!

However, his old self was back, cold and authoritarian. He pushed you down by the shoulders and reinforced his words purely by glaring at you reprimandingly. Wait here, echoed in your mind, even though the uncertainty pained you. And just like that, Alhaitham was gone.

The little voice gasped as he stepped out from behind the haybales alone, hands in the air as if she was holding him at gunpoint. You were frozen in place, too scared on your own to check what was happening, but you heard her yell a little louder now as Alhaitham approached her, "You shouldn't be here!"

"Where are your parents?" Alhaitham asked her calmly, and his voice finally gave you the strength to lurch forward to the gap in the bales, risking to watch what was happening. He had almost closed the distance by now, and the little girl took a few precarious steps back as he came closer and closer. "In the house..." she mumbled.

That was all he wanted to know.

Alhaitham pounced, pressing his hand over her mouth as she struggled in his hold, muffled screams could still be heard. You watched as he carried her effortlessly out of the barn, glancing back at where you were. A cold shudder ran down your spine as your eyes met, which should have been impossible. Then, he stepped out of the barn and closed the door behind him, leaving you completely alone.

You fell back on your butt, letting out the air you hadn't noticed you were holding all this time watching him. Realization hit that the worst case had returned—you were alone. Damned to wait and, in the worst case, be found, never knowing what would happen to Alhaitham, who had been the only reason you were still alive and free.

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The silence was eerily as you were forced to listen to every little sound around you.

You no longer heard the dogs, hoping that was a good sign. But now you were facing the quiet scratching of mice or rats somewhere in the barn, the hay under you treacherously crinkling when you moved, and the occasional bangs or creaks coming from the outside or the walls.

But the sound you wanted to hear most didn't ring out. You couldn't hear Alhaitham's voice or even just his breath, no matter how hard you focused. And when you were forced to listen to the squeaking of the barn door being opened, all you could do was start praying.

The steps grew louder and louder the further inside the person came. Tears shot into your eyes as you covered your mouth even though your hands were shaking violently. Maybe if they didn't find you, they'd leave. If only you could be quiet and disappear into thin air. If only Alhaitham was here, everything would be fine--

"Hey."

A loud gasp escaped you as a hand laid down on your shoulder, gripping it tightly as someone called out to you. With unknown strength, you smacked the hand, scurrying away from the person until your back hit another wall. This was it. You were screwed. You were entirely convinced that this was the end of everything.

You must have looked like a deer in headlights, but the sight of you made a rare grin play on Alhaitham's lips as he chuckled briefly, reaching out his hand again. "It's okay now," he reassured you, and for a moment longer, you were too stunned to speak. But alas, your body reacted faster than you processed the moment in your mind, reaching for Alhaitham's hand and throwing yourself towards him.

He didn't complain as your body crushed into his. He merely pulled you into a stand with him while supporting your unsteady legs. Leading you out of the corner you had been hiding in, Alhaitham carefully navigated you so you wouldn't be skewered on a pitchfork or other tools standing and laying around. You were just so glad to have him back, you allowed him to take you anywhere.

When you finally snapped out of your trance, Alhaitham leaned you against the closed barn door, and you finally pulled away, checking for injuries on him, fearing he might have been shot or worse. But aside from the escape scratches and bruises, he looked completely fine, his posture too good for the case that he had been seriously beaten or stabbed.

"Take this," he mumbled, and you worked with him, moving your body around so he could wrap a jeans jacket with fur inside around your shoulders. "Let it warm you," he added as he pulled it close at the front, fiddling with the fabric for a moment as if he was considering buttoning you up. Only as you were encased in soft warmth did you realize how cold your body had become. Not a surprise after taking a dip into a freezing river and not wearing very warm clothes in the first place.

"T-Thank you..."

"Let's go inside."

Without hesitating, he took your hand again, the feeling of his palm wrapped around your wrist becoming way too familiar. "Won't the people harm us?" you asked cautiously as you scanned over the farmhouse coming into view.

Alhaitham didn't answer. That, in itself, was an answer, even though you didn't understand it. He simply pulled you into a side entrance, closing the door and drawing the blinds behind you. You were standing in a large and endearingly rustical kitchen as Alhaitham checked through all the windows before he finally turned back to you. "Go upstairs and wash up. Change your clothes too and take what you can find and might help us. I'll keep watch down here and call if I see something. Just don't go into the basement."

Urging you towards the staircase in the hallway, you passed an open door. Even in the semi-darkness, you could see the stairs, figuring this was the basement he was talking about. His plan sounded solid, but curiosity got the better of you.

Stepping onto the first step of the stairs, you turned back to him, moonlight shining down on him, accentuating his features beautifully as Alhaitham watched you with an intensity that went straight to your core as he made sure you'd make it to the upper floor unharmed.

"What's in the basement?" you asked. It didn't pass your eyes that there was a dark flash in his gaze, expression turning tense for a few spare milliseconds. Then he returned to normal, stepping upwards on the stairs until he stood right before you, chest to chest.

His hand reached up, cupping your head from behind as he pulled you closer to him. You could feel his breath on your skin, but his eyes kept yours in their spell. "I won't let anyone harm you. No one will take you away from me, no matter what I have to do, understood? We'll leave this shithole and start over somewhere far, far away. Just the two of us."

His statement came out of the blue but wasn't as surprising as what followed. Hand sliding forward, Alhaitham cupped your cheek, gently brushing his thumb over your cheekbone as he leaned in for a kiss. Not just a peck on the lips, but a deep, tongue-invading kiss, accompanied by a low groan vibrating from his chest. You were wholly unprepared and taken by surprise, but when he kept on deepening the kiss, you simply let him, a lot of tension subsiding from you as if he was taking it off your shoulders through his affection.

Alhaitham had closed his eyes, thoroughly enjoying the moment. So you followed his example, gently resting your hands against his chest and allowing him to get even closer to you, grabbing your hips to press your body into his fervently. You had no idea what came over you, but after the hell you two had been through, you had no strength to resist him—and at that moment, you didn't want to. He only pulled away when you were barely holding on to your conscience as you ran out of air.

"Go," he whispered, but his hands held on to you, reluctant to let go. His gaze drifted from your eyes to your lips as if he was hoping for another kiss, but the seriousness of the situation caught up to you two, and you took over from him, slowly backing away from him and up the staircase, his hand lingering on yours for as long as the distance allowed.

Skipping stairs, you went to the upper floor, looking left and right for the bathroom before opening the doors along the hallways carefully until you found the empty master bedroom with an ensuite. Closing the door behind you, you let out a long breath, this escape taking unknown directions. However, the exhaustion you felt told you that you had to hurry or else you might fall asleep while standing there, so you didn't get to slack off now. Stepping up to the bed, you searched the bedside tables for valuables, finding a watch and some pearl earrings. With those, you went to the large closet.

In the semi-darkness, it was hard to ideally create an outfit someone who didn't break out of prison would wear. You chose a plaid shirt and some jeans, fishing for underwear in one of the drawers before getting to the bathroom and closing the door behind you again. Inside, you finally allowed yourself to turn on the light, stepping up to the sink. You'd have loved to take a warm shower, but there wouldn't be enough time. Cold water it is, you decided, finally looking up in the mirror and halting.

Perplexed, you stared at the red stain resembling Alhaitham's hand on your cheek, then you looked down at your shoulder and wrist, seeing it was colored in the same shade as your cheek. Touching the back of your head, the fingers you used coming back with crumbles of dried red. When you finally inspected your lips, you noticed they seemed fuller and red as well after kissing the man you had run away with. You hadn't noticed it before, but there was a bitter, metallic taste in your mouth, and for some reason, Alhaitham's words echoed back into your mind.

No one will take you away from me, no matter what I have to do.

He didn't possibly mean...

It was a little too suspicious that you couldn't hear anyone in the house anymore. There should have been three people at least, but you couldn't even hear muffled screams or the house echoing any sounds but your own breathing.

Just don't go into the basement.

When Alhaitham said he'd do anything, he meant it. That you were suddenly completely sure of. The red stains on you were the evidence of how far he'd go. How willing he was to do whatever it may cost to fulfill his plan of getting you two away. Of the bodies, he was going to step on to reach his goal.

Why you?

You never wanted any of this. You had never planned to become this kind of monster, never wanted to harm others to get your way. You would have been okay with hiding in prison your whole life, but for some reason, Alhaitham decided you were the one to help him escape. You were the one he latched onto when there was no one more fitting for the position.

But now, with tears falling from your eyes as you gulped down the bile rising in your throat, there was an ugly realization settling into your mind. Even when you turned on the faucet to try and wash off the blood from your body—blood that wasn't yours!—you couldn't understand why he was doing this. Why Alhaitham was going so far for you when you felt like there, for once, was no logic behind his actions. But you knew, scrubbing your wrist and face, that there was no turning back for you anymore.

Now, you were just as guilty as he was.

But love—especially his—didn't need logic when it was already madness.

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Okay, okay, so... the new year isn't here yet, but 2023 is coming to an end very soon and I have planned to make a post - so here it is.

What this post is about? You!

I just want to be here and say thank you to everyone who has joined me here on my blog, even though I haven't been around for long. I am insanely grateful for each and every single one of you being here, for all the good memories you allowed me to make, and that so many of you welcomed me - and my muse - with open arms. I am so happy that you gave - and still give - me opportunities to explore my own writing and my muse's behaviors, and I just cannot stop saying it enough: THANK YOU!

I met some incredible people over the last months - some of which are people that I have RPed with before and where I was oh-so-excited to have them met again, after all these years of me having been separated from my Khan-muse because of fandom-changes, interest-changes, whatnot; For those of you who don't know, I first started to write Khan in 2012, BEFORE Star Trek into Darkness even aired, solely based on speculations and a teaser trailer lol. It wasn't very serious, but then definitely developed into what is my most-written muse after the movie finally came out and Khan just invaded my brain like some kind of parasite.

Since then, I have made a few blogs, kept writing Khan for a couple of years, then went on hiatus - remade, revamped, wrote for a few more years, disappeared... and now here I am again, with an AU-Version I was very, very scared to just put out here but now I am so, so glad I did. Thank you all for allowing me to write it, and yeah, I'm repeating myself, but... the opportunies I got and still get? So wonderful. Thank you so much for giving my Khan a chance.

Besides that, I also expanded my horizon a little and made two more blogs: One is on a little hiatus right now, while I am very active on the other thanks to some wonderful human beings who basically set my love for that character into flames. I hope that, and I mean that with the utmost sincerety, my choice of 'second and especially third muse' is not taken as a will to replace anything or anyone, but rather me being so immensely starstruck by other writers that have given me such a great insight and made me want to explore the depths as well.

Okay, okay, this is already insanely long and I am so sorry (I am unsure if anyone will ever read this lol), but now I want to give a shout out to ALL OF YOU, who are here, writing with me! All of you are so, so amazing and I am so glad to have met you, and I hope we can continue to write for as long as our muses and our creativity will let us. Thank you, again, and please take a look at those awesome people in case you aren't already following each other:

First of all, amazing writers and amazing people in general that I look up to (in no particular order), who are inspiring me in so many ways, make me feel a bit like a teenager gazing at their favorite star (lol) and just... are great people, yes, that I just want to mention separately for varying reasons:

@ssolessurvivor (Friend! Omg! When you first followed me, I could never imagine how things would ever develop - and how well Logan would fit to Khan, how their story developed into what it is now, so deeply plotted and filled with so many sub-stories and little moments that push both our muses along, allow me to explore my Khan on so many levels... it's insane how attached he is to your Logan, and I am so, so happy about us being in so much contact and just keep plotting and talk about everything! You are such a friendly mun and I am so, so grateful that you indulge me, even over on Stephen (hehe). I hope we can keep writing for a long time; Thank you so much for letting me throw in all my ideas about Khan, all the quirky things about him, I am so, so grateful!!! ♥)

@darehearts (I felt insanely welcomed by you, giving my Khan *and* my Bones such a chance to interact with Kirk ♥ Thank you so much for that, and thank you so much for indulding in my Khan-joins-the-crew idea as a Kirk-writer. That's definitely not something you need to do and yet you allow me. Ahhh! I was so blown away when you asked me if I wanted to become mains sdfasadfasd. Still am honestly because I am just a potato haha. Thank you for being here and being such a kind person ♥)

@strxngetimes (seriously, I was so nervous approaching you first but I am so glad I did; I do look up to you like you're some kind of superstar (haha) and I am still amazed that you gave me the chance of exploring things the way we do. Thank you for indulging me AND enduring me (and my muse lol), and you really, really inspire me in so many ways when it comes to your Stephen, it's amazing. You actually caused my interest for him to go back up into flames and for me to join the MCU fandom lol (and I would also bother you on your tony BUT i am SO UNWORTHY hahaha). Thank you - I hope we can keep writing for a while longer ♥ And I look forward to everything that might further develop between Khan and Stephen. Very much <3 Love them a lot!)

@mehrere-musen (Ok but really, of course I have to mention you. The way you accepted me, the way we started to write and things just??? Happened??? I love interacting with you and your Stephen and I love the way he works with Khan too, and I am so happy that you allowed me to be with the two where they are. Our thread has almost 800 notes by now which is insane, and with how we keep having ideas, it might go further than that lol. Thank you so much for indulging me - and thank you to Stephen to make Khan so insanely happy. :) ! I hope we can continue to write for a long time! ♥)

@fasciinating (SPAWK! I know we don't do a lot of OOC chatting in any way but our thread??? You are so good for just throwing us into that mess and for you to be like 'lmao ok here let Khan do whatever' and where are Spock and Khan now??? A NIGHTMARE LOL. I love the creativity and how you maneuvered us into that mess of a situation and how we can just seriously fuck moments up and go 'ah yeah somehow there's a rabbit also the world explodes'. I also love the way you write Spock! Thank you so much for giving my Khan a chance, despite his 'AU-ness', and that I get to explore such an interesting storyline! I was also very happy to have found you again, because I remember you from a long time ago (even though we didn't write much back then I think? But I remembered your name!)).

@sxbaist (MY BELOVED! God, you have no idea how insanely happy I was when I realized you were still there. Vega has stolen Khan's heart back when we first wrote so many years ago and when I rebooted him with his AU Version, my heart almost stopped when I saw you were still active and around. I was so, so nervous to approach you - but you welcomed me back, so did Vega welcome back my Khan, and honestly... I love them so, so much, and I adore you so much as a person. Thank you for doing all of that, for allowing me back, for Khan to have his wonderful woman back and for them to enjoy each other. It feels like as if they never got separated at all and I cannot express my gratitude enough, really. You as a person are so awesome as well and I will forever wait for your return! You are also the only other Khan I write with, so I will mention your @paramounticebound here too because your Khan is insanely great and I look up to him so, so much, people need to know!!!)

@vuulpecula (OK but listen, I know we also don't do much OOC chatting at all BUT!!! I just have to mention you here too because the things we do are just so??? SO??? HNNG like lmao we just write each other like 'ok what should happen' AND THEN DOOM HAPPENS to either Khan / Fox and Stephen / Fox LOL as if we got no chill really! I enjoy it a lot to explore those plots and see where things will go! Also you are such a kind person and so easy to talk to!!! Thank you for also indulging me on Stephen hehe ♥ and also all the things on Khan ofc!)

If I could, I would write every single one of you such a text, but alas... if I were to, I wouldn't be finished in 2025 (lol), so I hope you take my gratitude and my love for you as a combined package as well; You are all wonderful people and I am so glad to have you here, and it has been a joy - I hope it will continue to be a joy in the future too, and I cannot wait to see how things will develop (once again, in no particular order):

@whydotheykeeptakingmine ♥ @noblehcart ♥ @resignedworkaholics ♥ (also over on Stephen) @he1msman | @spacesk1pper | @entrpz ♥ (also on Bones) @ensnchekov | @cosmiicheskaya ♥ (also on Bones) @vulku ♥ @onlybonesleft ♥ @wtsns | @agntross ♥ (also over on Stephen) @goodheartedfool ♥ @oceansfirst ♥ (also over on Stephen) @kingofthewebxxx ♥ (also over on Stephen) @fallenregent ♥ @danversiism ♥ @nursc ♥ (also over at Bones) @nightmdic ♥ @brooklynislandgirl ♥ @defectivexfragmented ♥ (also over on Stephen) @haiiling ♥ @gcldenratio ♥ @hiippocrates ♥ @tangleweave ♥ (In case I have forgotten someone: I am so, so, so, so, sorry!!!!)

Also, last but not least: Should you not be named on this list, this does not mean I am not grateful for you or don't appreciate you! I thank you for being here, especially if we have already written something... and even if you follow me and I do not follow back, I am still immensely grateful that you're here in the first place, even if you might not stay ♥.

Thank you so much for every single one of you, really - everyone I mentioned here, everyone I did not. Because of YOU my experience on this (and my two other blogs) is what it is. Without you I wouldn't be where I am now, I wouldn't be able to explore my Khan, my Bones, my Stephen, and I wouldn't be able to have such a good time.

I WISH YOU ALL THE BEST FOR 2024 - MAY GOOD LUCK, LOTS OF LOVE, HAPPINESS AND FORTUNE COME YOUR WAY! No matter where you are, or what your plans are... you are valid, you deserve to be here, you deserve to do what you want to do and you deserve all the good things coming for you.

THANK YOU.

L. finally over and out. (and if you read up this far, you'll get a cookie from me!)

[mistrdctr]

Thank you @ everyone!

Okay so, I haven't been on this blog for long (basically a week lol), but I still have met so many awesome RPers on here, people who offer me the chance to explore my muse, who write many different plots with me despite me being really medicore lol... and I am so, so, grateful for that! In fact, I don't even know how to express my gratitude for all of you being here!

So, the least I can do is to make a shoutout-post for the awesome people I've been writing with for the last few days. In no particular order. I just want to say THANK YOU with that - thank you for being here, thank you for writing with my Stephen, and thank you for indulging me despite my blog being a mess lol.

I am so happy I was allowed to 'arrive' here and welcomed by so many of you. THANK YOU!!! The year is almost over, so this is also a post for me to tell you: I hope you will have a wonderful start into 2024, no matter whether you celebrate or not. I hope that all the fortune you could ever need will arrive at your doorstep and that you will smile more in 2024 than you did in 2023 ♥ Sending you all good vibes and hugs!

Okay, here we go! AWESOME PEOPLE.

@agntross | @resignedworkaholics | @ssolessurvivor | @oceansfirst | @kingofthewebxxx | @brooklynislandgirl | @mehrere-musen | @defectivexfragmented | @suffcring | @paramounticebound | @shieldagentnatasharomanoff | @sioraiocht | @vuulpecula | @danversiism | @ravarui | @illbringthechaosmagic | @mxrvelouscreations | @brokenandlonelysouls | @hcxcd | @supremestrangeness | @forevermuses | @sxbaist | @ofcrimsonenchantresses

If you cannot find yourself here, that doesn't mean I am not thankful for you to be around - quite the opposite! Thank you so, so much for being here! ♥ ! I simply mentioned the ones I have interacted with a few times by now, exchanged one-two-more OOC messages with, or people who I know from my other blog and I am interacting with there too. In case you are a mutual, not mentioned and we didn't interact (a few times) yet: HEY HELLO, I am so up to doing that! ♥ Lets get to know each other!

Also, if we aren't mutuals: THANK YOU FOR BEING HERE STILL! I appreciate you for being around and think you are absolutely awesome, even if I don't follow you back! ♥

Okay, since I already made a massive post on my other blog the other day that basically sucked the life out of me (lol), I shall end this one here. Again: Thank you so much for putting up with me, for being around, for writing with me. *bows*

L. over and out! (Finally lol)

[hooked-on-elvis]

Just a little wish for a Merry Christmas and a happy New Year to some blogs that have brought me joy this year

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Awwww. You're so sweet!!! You made my day. I mean it.🥹 Thank you for sharing this with me. I'm glad my blog brought some joy to you this year. So glad! I love your blog too. Very much! ♥ Wishing you the happiest Christmas and that you have an excelent 2024 ahead, dear.

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Since we're on the thanksgiving mood, I'd like to thank my favorite blog owners here too, some of the wonderful people I got to talk a little bit this year - or not talk in a personal level but either way, I appreciate you very dearly

I feel you are my priceless gifts this year. ♥

First, I'd like to mention @elvisanddenise. I didn't have a one-on-one talk with you yet, but I'd like you to know you were the reason I wanted to rejoin Tumblr this year in the first place. I am 28 years old now, so I've been a Tumblr addict in my teenage years (for a different reason other than Elvis) but I lost that passion long ago. I didn't even actually use to share anything. Back then I used this account purely to read some fanfics on one of my favorite TV shows characters and that was all, until I got over it a bit. My Tumblr was forgotten for many, many years. This 2023, you were the reason I found it would be fun being active here again. Before I had my Elvis account here, I already accompanied your content daily. DAILY. Your account has a special tab in my browser, which I check on every single day. I mean it. It's been almost a year and, well... I gotta thank you for all the awesome posts you share, the great Elvis pictures and accurate info you upload to your blog, dear. Many great, even rare, pictures of EP are shared on your blog like, weekly. Yours is my favorite blog on Tumblr so far. Thank you so much for sharing your love on Elvis with us. I can see how you dedicate yourself to this passion and I highly appreciate it. ♥

Now, I got mention @eptodaytommorwforever as the first friend I got to talk when I came back to being active on Tumblr this year. I appreciate how kind and sweet you've always been to me. Thank you for all your wonderful, accurate info shares on your precious blog. ♥

Recently, I got to interact a lot with @jhoneybees @lookingforrainbows and @thetaoofzoe. You're so much fun, always making me laugh with the silliest things, which are the best kind of laughter ever! You've been nothing but the sweetest human beings to me and I also love the great content you share daily on each of your blogs, the fanfics, the pictures, everything! I hope you feel how much my words are true. A big hug from this new Elvis friend of yours here. I hope you're all safe and happy. ♥

@bellanotchewrites My dear, I hope you're doing fine. You're so sweet. I'm sorry if I'm shitty in answering my DMs. I really struggle on that, don't even know why, but you've been on my mind. Keep strong, sweetie. i'm wishing you the best! I care for you. ♥

@vintageshanny Always with the best tags, thank you for remembering me this year, dear. Although I don't always manage to participate on the tags content you share with me, I always have great fun seeing all the interaction from the other friends you tag. I love your blog so much! ♥

@dreamingofep I didn't got to read many fanfics this year because I have a hard time focusing on anything recently — and I know I'm missing a lot of great content from other friends here. I hope next year I manage to read a lot more of our talented Elvis writers. Anyway, I 'd like to say your "Sinned Awakening" series is my favorite! I love Vampire Elvis. You're doing an excellent job on that series, dear! I'm loving it! Thank you SO MUCH for sharing your writing gift with us. ♥

And last but not least, some of the people that are always sharing or liking my content here but much beyond that, the people I love following. You make everything better. I love interacting with you and I appreciate your shares deeply. All of you have wonderful blogs. ♥ @precious-little-scoundrel ♥ @claire-elvisgirl @nothing-but-elvis @i-r-i-n-a-a @lett-them-eatt-cake @vintagepresley @suraemoon @bigdaddyelvislover @velvetelvis @presleyenterprise @alvvaysonmymind @ccab @almightybigbrain @aliengoth3 @pinkcaddyconfessions @tupelomiss @loving-elvis @heartbrake-hotel @elvisflowerchild @peaceloveelvis @helen06dreamer @sissylittlefeather @yintoeveryonesyang ♥

I really hope I didn't forget to tag anyone I care for, I'd hate that. But if I did, I'll remember eventually so I can tag you later.

✨ THANK YOU SO MUCH, MY FRIENDS, FOR MAKING MY DAYS HAPPIER THIS YEAR.✨ I wish you all stay safe, healthy, feel loved and appreciated. I pray for you all. Wish all of you a wonderful Christmas and a great holiday season. Enjoy your families and loved ones this holidays, babies. May your 2024 be filled with laughter and joy.

And thank you once again, @precious-little-scoundrel. For inspiring me after pouring so much love on many of us today. God bless you. ♥

Sincerely yours, much love,

Lally.

[swampstew]

*pokes head in* Did I hear 'requests'? I'm so excited! If you're interested, could we please get some headcanons about Kid and Shanks each comforting a tired, run-down reader? I don't know about you, but work, school, and other responsibilities have me feeling like a wrung out dish cloth. And spicy headcanons are awesome too, if you're in the mood, because something tells me both of these red-heads like to use their bodies to help their partners relax~

As always, thank you for all the hard work, Raven. You make a lot of people very happy and we appreciate all you do. <3 Take care of yourself, witchlet!

AAAH Star thank you for the request and double thank you for making it a Kid one♥ I'll do fluff and spice head canons cause we deserve it! I hope you take some time to self care beloved.

Content warning: 18+ only, fluff and spice, Eustass Kid X GN Reader, Shanks X GN reader (no reader description or pronouns used), existing relationship with both. Minors DNI you will be blocked

Fluff

Kid realized something was up when you couldn't meet his eyes. Like you were trying to distance yourself from him when he was in the same room as you. He didn't like that. A chat with Killer reveals you've been stressed for a minute and a half and that makes Kid angry. Why didn't you say anything? He knows he's gotten on your ass about taking care of yourself from burnout, but do you ever listen?! Baka! His baka. Ok, so now he has to take matters into his own hand(s). Bet.

Whatever you were busy with, you're not anymore as he snatches you away and charges like a bulls to his cabin with you against his chest. Not slowing down, the first thing he does is toss you into a tub full of bubbles and hot water. Time to scrub away all your tension and he'll be doing the honors thank you very much. He leaves you to prune as he goes to the kitchen to help Killer prepare a plate for you. Nutritious finger foods, some sweet fruits, and your vitamins and supplements you've been neglecting to take.

As you eat, Kid - with as much patience as he can muster - meticulously combs your hair and lathers it with your usual products. He'll slap a face mask or two on you, yes at the same time because logic(??), and maybe even do your nails if you're into it. He'll even massage your upper back, working out all the knots that you didn't realize were there. He has to stop himself from going any further, there'll be time for that later. Now that you're clean and fed, it's time for him to whip out the shock factor.

Clearing his throat and pulling out a sheet of paper (that Killer gave him), he starts to list off: "Tell me how you're feeling." "Did I do something to hurt you?" "Do I need to kill anyone or destroy anything to get you to smile?" "What can I do to make you feel better?" "Do you need a shag?" "Why didn't you tell me you were struggling?" "Are you an idiot?" - Kid snuck that one in, it is not Killer approved. "You know I love you and I'd do anything to make you happy, right?"

Kid is still uncomfortable with being vulnerable but he won't let that stop him from being there for you as you spill everything that's been causing you anxiety and stress. Might cringe a little at the crying but that's because he's awkward and used to being the cause of someone's crying. Don't let it stop you though! He'll just smother you against his chest. He applies the logic of a weighted blanket here by using brute force to cement your face between his pecs until your breathing slows down. Snot and drool don't bother him but hearing your whimpering cries is enough to fracture his steel heart.

Spicy

NGL, Kid's first thought when he sees how strung out you are is that he's not dicking you down enough. He's heard of Vitamin D deficiency, and he's truly an asshole to be depriving you of his D. He didn't think he was but shit he must have if you're struggling this much without him. Haah? It's because of lack of sunlight and proper food? Nope, doesn't believe you. He's taking you to pound town. Yes he said it exactly like that.

He won't deny himself an opportunity to fuck you, but if you don't want him to penetrate you with his actual D, he'll just fuck you with everything else. His fingers, his tongue, his teeth and lips, and all the toys he's been making for the two of you to play with. He'll build you up nice and slow, dragging it out at first because he's still a bit mad you didn't trust him enough to let him in when you were hurting - this is your punishment. The rewards will be delicious and bountiful, don't you worry.

Kid doesn't expect anything in return but if you feel generous enough to reciprocate, he won't say no. He definitely won't push it, might hint at it a few times, he'll respect your boundaries either way. Nah? Ok he'll focus on breaking his standing record of how many times he can make you cum without his Dick. Yes? Nice! Again he'll build you up nice and slow, cause he wants you to feel every drag of his Dick inside you - then when he thinks you've earned it, he'll ravage and mark you with his stamina and passion.

Fluff

Shanks is able to keep tabs on your well-being because he's generally closer with you and actively talks to you about most things. Also because he cheats and uses his advanced observation haki to feel you out. However, he knows how much you value your independence so he won't step in immediately when you start withdrawing, letting you be the one to come to him first. Sometimes you're really fucking stubborn and he waits too long to reach out until you're in the throes of a spiral or burn out. No one claimed he was a genius.

He's a communicator though and that's the first thing he'll do once he corners you after you've tried to dodge him for the fourth time tonight. No where left to run little one. Time to talk about your feelings. Yes now. With no choice, you spill your sorrows as he nods his head with a frown on his face, so upset that you've been suffering in silence when you had him all along. He needs a drink tbh.

After you cry it out some, Shanks finally releases you from his grip and pulls you into the shower. It's time to sluice off the depression, starting with a steamy shower. It'll open your pores to let all that stress dissipate. Then, he makes you dinner paired with a bottle of wine - where he starts listing off all the responsibilities he's taking off your plate (while stealing some food off your plate), penciling himself in your calendar for weekly dates with him, and weekly self dates for yourself. You need to treat yourself more! He'll give you all his gold! "No Captain," Benn calls from the doorway. "Yes Captain," Shanks retorts defiantly.

Ok so you can't have all the money but you can have pretty much anything you want. Currently its being held down in a cuddle sandwich between Shanks and Benn while Yasopp yapped out a story while sitting at the edge of the bed and somehow that distraction was enough to get you out of your own head. Oh Lucky Roo entered the cabin with some snacks, great you were getting hungry again.

Before you fall asleep much earlier than you had been recently - before midnight even! - Shanks sank into the bed with you as the others left and turned off the light. He whispers sweet nothings into your ears to help drive out any anxieties still lingering in the space between your ears. Don't wait too long to talk to him ok? He wants to do everything in his power to make you happy with him and happy in life.

Spicy

Like the other one-armed, red-haired pirate, Shanks first thinks that the reason you're feeling down in the dumps is because he's been neglecting you physically. So he is quick to offer himself up to you - in mind, spirit, and chiseled body. He gives you a show because he knows you like to check him out when you think he doesn't notice - news flash he always does but he thinks its so cute you think you're getting away with it. He makes it a sensual and light hearted show that surely leaves you panting.

Shanks has always been a generous lover and that's no different now. He takes you in your favorite ways, not bothering to edge or tease you, going in for straight pleasure because you've been feeling everything but recently. Knowing your body like he knew his sword (Gryphon), he guides your way to bliss easily and repeatedly.

This is the one time he's purely selfless and does not pleasure himself, only focused on pleasing you. By the time he's through with you, your frown is upside down, lopsided and flooded with drool. Your voice is hoarse, your body is littered in love marks, he knows he's done a good job at wiping your mind blank of all your troubles, at least for a little bit. When you wake up, he'll be there to help you with the rest.

[marthawrites]

Hi my name is Martha and I'm a big ol' sap!

It's been a hot minute since I've made a post like this - OG followers might remember when I used to make 'em much more often haha!

Anyway, hi!

House of the flippin Dragon season TWO officially starts TOMORROW!? WHAT??! ARE YOU JOKING? It's been FOREVER and now that it's here I'm having a hard time it's actually happening! AHHHH!!!

During my time in this fandom I've wrote 41 fics. That is soooo insane to me! HotD as a whole (I wasn't involved in the GoT fandom but I was and forever will be in love with it), and Aemond, gave me my spark of creativity back. Before coming here, I hadn't wrote anything in probably 5-6 years. I've always loved writing and then I just... stopped. Idk. It's more complex than that but it gets pretty personal and I don't really feel like talking about it. But, yeah. Writing was something I didn't really plan on doing anymore. Then... boom! After S1 was over it hit me so hard and I couldn't NOT do it! I dove in head first and I remember after posting my first ever fic on here, that I was shaking SO bad from nerves, anxiety, excitement, being scared, all of it - WHOA.

I realize 41 fics might not sound like a lot to some people, but for me it is. It's a lot. It's countless hours not only physically writing/typing, but also simping, brainstorming, brainrotting, talking to fellow fandom freaks, rambling in discord, yelling about this and that, reading sooosososo many other people's fic, hyping them up, cheering for people, rooting for people, and SO much more! I love fandom. I really do. It's truly a community and since the end of S1 I've genuinely enjoyed my time here with all of you!!

I'm blown away at the kindness I've found here. The support. The sense of community. All of it! I have friends in my phone from ALL over the world and it's sososo wild to me!

Thanks to everyone who's ever been nice to me (LOL) and read/supported my stuff. As someone who came from niche OC writing to this? I am forever blown away at the community and support here within this fandom. I've made friends and created friendships I never even imagined I would when I came here!

ILY and I cannot wait to experience S2 with you all, and to see what a new season will provide for further fanfiction, fanart, and fandom craziness!

Thanks for making my fandom experience fun, silly, insane, and overall fucking awesome. Seriously.

LOVE YOU!!! ♥♥♥

Here's to more fic (maybe another 41?!?), more simping, and more (affectionate) insanity!

MWAH MWAH MWAH!

ps: I'm going to do my very best to make my blog a spoiler free space with proper tagging and mindful posting!