#an absolutely epic idiot

[babydykestar]

im convinced that my parents think im stupid

[dearru]

do u guys know that one song by doja cat that goes “like fortnite ima need ur skin.” that’s what inspired this. hope u enjoy. | mlist

imagine you, an aspiring singer, starting to date the wildly influential streamer, kodzuken. you two are the definition of a picture perfect couple, and you start to make lots of content together. as a result, your career begins to take off, and kenma’s content grows in popularity,

everything’s great— until it isn’t. the relationship ends up crashing and burning in an embarrassingly public breakup.

people are devastated. video essays are made. diehard fans even claim the split is the equivalent of “parents divorcing.”

it’s a whole ordeal.

but as time passes, the wounds heal. and in true internet fashion, it becomes old news. some people still whisper about how they believe you two are soulmates, but for the most part, kenma’s chat and your comment section don’t get flooded with invasive questions about whether you two will get back together anymore.

fast forward to two years or so after the breakup, you and kenma end up growing in your respective careers. his several business ventures have grown exponentially, and you’re now selling out stadiums.

kenma doesn’t stream as much as he used to when you two were together, but he chalks it up to having to juggle so many different commitments now. fans speculate as to whether or not that’s the true reason, but as a collective, they agree that they’ll take whatever content they can get from the elusive creator.

despite not streaming as frequently, kenma still likes to indulge his audience every once in a while by hopping online. normally, he likes to decide what to play, but every once in a while, he’ll let chat decide.

tonight is one of those nights.

on a whim, he gives in to requests for him to boot up fortnite— an old favorite of his— for the first time in months.

big mistake.

the second he opens the once beloved game, he gets jumpscared by something that even his worst nightmares couldn’t have fathomed.

you.

everywhere.

to his horror, and the chat’s delight, he finds that you’ve become the poster child for fortnite’s newest campaign. your face is on the menu screen, banners of you flash in bright colors, and you’re plastered everywhere in the item shop.

they say men are constantly haunted by the ghost of their first love, and in a cruel twist of fate, it’s a saying that has become ironically true for kenma as he realizes that epic games has made you into a fucking skin.

he debates the consequences of throwing his pc into a wall, but his screen flashes with an overly excitable chat faster than he can make a decision. old fans are freaking out, new gen fans are wondering what all the fuss is about, and someone donates just to type “YOU’RE FUCKED.”

kenma has half the mind to laugh as the notification illuminates his face because he knows the donor is right.

he’s not an idiot. he knows that you’re popular now, but to be so famous that you have your own skin? he’s in absolute disbelief. there’s no way the universe hates him this much. it’s bad enough that you’re on every headline and radio station. now you’re in his favorite video game?!?!

he is so unbelievably, irrevocably fucked.

—a/n: i think that kenma’s viewers are evil and they all band together and emote on kenma with ur skin whenever they see him online.

—a/n #2: has anyone written abt this concept before. pls lmk. i would love to read it bc i giggled so hard when the thought popped in my head HAHAHA.

—a/n #3: guys i don’t play fortnite, watch streamers, or write for kenma at all so pls don’t hate on me ok thx love u

[inkyrainstorms]

A Good Day To Die (not anymore. Now it’s epic brawl+taco+fireworks day) (why do you ask)

@aroace-get-out-of-my-face *throws this at you and runs away*

They’re so ridiculous absolutely my favorite idiots. Total of one brain cell between them when they’re together. Ch. 4 for A Good Day to Die(Again) did something to my brain chemistry

[lune-redd]

Hello, it's Lelly.

As you may know, I have recently deactivated my Twitter account. A lot of people are speculating I left because I was being harassed for drawing my older depiction of Bubbles from The Powerpuff Girls as chubby. However... that's not the direct reason I left. In fact, I didn't really see much of the comments of folks on there getting riled up about it as I muted the tweet the morning I saw that it blew up. I was only merely aware of it all by being told about it from friends, with there being some other users on the site making other really fuckin' stupid comments about my art.

This does however lead into why I actually left Twitter, and it's because of Twitter's overall toxic nature. Overtime, I've really gotten sick of how absolutely revolting Twitter has become to experience. The site is basically built around dunk culture and doom scrolling. You know that one tweet of someone making an example of Twitter's utter stupidity by using pancakes and waffles as an example?

I bring this up because I think this fits my point about how Twitter has this thing of assuming the absolute worst about the most insignificant things, even the most innocuous. The "Bubbles obesity" comments weren't the only stupid comments that came out of that post. I also got a quote retweet that I was "forcefully feminizing Buttercup", even though the whole fucking point of that drawing was to depict a usually tough character in an unusual situation for her. I have also gotten stupid comments on other drawings though, like the one where Mitch pushes Buttercup down for trying to look taller than she is and I got called a misogynist for it, though I'm pretty sure that one was bait (Twitter users have a tough time figuring out what is and isn't bait, it's dunk culture that I'm about to talk about really doesn't help this).

The site's dunk culture is also really fuckin' bad. Quote retweets are a disease, as unlike Tumblr's reblog comments, quote retweets count as a different post. Someone disagrees with you? Show your audience how stupid they are on your page! Hey, are you trying not to see the most abhorrent racist statement imaginable? Well TOO BAD FUCK YOU here's a le epic own giving them all the attention in the world even though one of the most common internet rules are DON'T FEED THE FUCKIN' TROLLS YOU IDIOT. Oh hey, are you trying to explain how you prefer a certain artistic choice over another in something you like? Well you're a deranged ungrateful whiny nitpicker, get owned!

I've seen so many of my friends be belittled for simply discussing their artistic preferences of things they're passionate about. I had a friend who said he prefers the original Crash Bandicoot design over his redesigned look in Crash 4, and had legitimate reasons for why he felt that way (even if he didn't really explain them clearly), and he got dunked for it which made me mad. I'm sick and tired of it all. The reaction to my art is only a mere example of the shit I despise about that site.

I had been planning on leaving Twitter for quite some time, as my follower count was growing nearer and nearer to 10K. I had planned on leaving after 10K followers because that amount was wayyyy too fuckin big for me to handle. I'm a young and growing lad, and I felt it wouldn't be good for my mental sanity to handle all that, so I dipped. The amount of attention I've been getting is simultaneously both wonderful and extremely overwhelming. Even the explosion of new followers and asks on here is quite the load! (Seriously, calm the fuck down y'all) I am very grateful for all the supportive asks I've gotten even though I won't be able to answer them all, thank you all so very much.

tl;dr I didn't leave Twitter because I was being harassed or anything, but rather because of the site's overall toxic and belittling environment.

Adios.

-Lelly

[hexhomos]

Can I just say, as someone who really likes Mel's character, I love and appreciate the hell out of your dissections of her interactions. It is such a bummer seeing people think she wasn't actively being malicious throughout the series even after admitting with her whole chest she was building (aka assimilating) piltover for her family? Like not being able to get any genuine exploration of her from people who like her is so obnoxious. I have to seek out ppl who don't like her to get anything that isn't woobifying her to hell or treating her like an idiot 😭 So thank you but also geez, fandom literacy is at rock bottom.

All these posts going "you guys want complex female characters but you can't even handle X" turn out to be true but in the sense that ppl loathe it when you point out the n.1 billionaire in the CLASS WAR SHOW absolutely profits off the systemic misery and needs to be held up to task. My issue has always been how the centrist lib writing glossed over this and the same thing happened with cait's fascist arc in s2.

But in the very least, the whole back half of mel's arc is her going back on those medarda line ambitions and rebelling against her mother. The imperialism IS THE TEXT. She leaves piltover bc she has no business ruling over these people and treating them like a game did do harm! It is my sincere hope that her future writing has a better angle and features her going against Noxus' genocidal procedures bc it also leaves a really bitter taste in my mouth to see the two prominent black women being stand-ins for.... epic gamer colonialism.... that Ambessa book is also going to be set in the past when she was actively taking part in genocide which is a fucking red flag😷 but the author seems aware of that and willing to question the whole thing. She's also a proud outspoken butch lesbian so here's hoping we get that Lest backstory; she seemed a bit too detailed in s2 to be just a throwaway character.

[causeimcrayzeebee]

Hiiii, still coping…Listen to me on this.

Actual superhero Tsuno. Sidekick Wada. Facing off against the Phantom Thief of Nagoya and her pyromaniac gf Watari.

I think it’d be silly and fun and I want to give Okazaki the epic rivalry she wants so desperately.

Also silly bonus but I feel like Kamimura and Hasegawa are absolutely like the two detectives assigned to the phantom thief cases and by god, they’re trying their best.

a rivalry for the ages!

this is SO FUN dude I had a blast thinking of this concept n drawing it..... I may have used a bit too many obnoxious colors but hey we like to have whimsy and joy here

this is so stupid but I giggled like an idiot making it

[oddyseye]

Opinions on sharpwolf? 👀

And why Epic fans claim Antinous is like 20 years older than Telemachus? Isn't he like 25-30 in the Odyssey, while Tele is 20-21?

Imo, Telemachus, Antinous and Peisistratus should be in poly relationship. It'd be funny as hell

Ohhh, you’ve come to the right place, my friend.

Sharpwolf is everything.

It is a vibe and a half. Two incredibly layered, self-destructive idiots who are just on the edge of killing each other with sexual tension? The tension? The betrayal? The sheer drama of it all? I mean, you take the golden boy heir who’s desperate to prove himself and the entitled, smirking bastard who thinks Ithaca is already his? That’s peak enemies-to-lovers material. Antinous underestimating Telemachus until— oops, he’s got a knife to his throat? Delicious. If Homer didn’t want me to ship it, why did he make them so obsessed with each other?

As for the age thing... Epic fans are always acting like Antinous is some grizzled 40-year-old scheming against a baby deer, lol. But the Odyssey makes it pretty clear Telemachus is 20-21 (side note: can we appreciate Telemachus being the only character in all of Greek mythology with a consistent age?), and Antinous is likely 25-30, max, considering he was not old enough to leave for war and the fact his father had a personal connection to Odysseus. He’s not Odysseus’ age, and he sure as hell isn’t some ancient villainous uncle. He’s a spoiled Ithacan noble probably raised alongside Telemachus. They grew up together. That’s what makes their rivalry (and tension 👀) so compelling! Antinous has probably been mocking Telemachus his entire life, and now Telemachus is finally standing up to him.

And the poly ship with Peisistratus? Absolutely. I mean, that boy is already the voice of reason in Telemachus’ life, so why not extend it to the whole toxic mess? Imagine Peisistratus sighing as he has to drag both of them apart again because Telemachus got fed up and tackled Antinous across the dining hall. He didn’t sign up to be Ithaca’s designated babysitter, but here we are.

Honestly, the three of them would be a great mix:

Peisistratus: tired mom friend, reasonable, too hot for his own good.

Telemachus: repressed, full of rage, soft but will bite.

Antinous: menace to society, way too into power plays, likes getting bit.

It’s perfect. Tell me I’m wrong.

[adamnablelittledevil]

So I only read the prologue and chapter 1 from ASOS because I started the book really late at night and had to do other stuff too... Anyways, here are some comments:

Jaime's POV was great

He's ridiculous

He's hilarious

He's smart (sometimes)

He's chaotic (I'm already diagnosing him with ADHD trust me I can sense these things)

Brienne is my baby and keeps getting better as a character

His reactions to her are killing me because he's like *calls her girl, woman, sor and lady Brienne according to his momentary mood* MY NAME IS JAIME STOP CALLING ME KINGSLAYER well I'll call you woman unless you show me you have something different in your pants bye hmmm she's really talented and determined she's an ugly cow but wow her beautiful big blue eyes tho I'll kill her when I get the chance and free myself yeah don't worry let me help you get back to the boat I'M THINKING BY MYSELF I'M NOT SPEAKING TO YOU YEAH I NEED TO TALK OUT LOUD AS I DO IT THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU SPEND A LONG TIME IMPRISONED OKAY

And Brienne too she's like KINGSLAYER KINGSLAYER KINGSLAYER BLABLABLA I'M NOT CALLING YOU BY YOUR NAME KINGSLAYER I DON'T WANNA TALK TO YOU YOU'RE ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO ME KINGSLAYER NO I TAKE IT BACK YOU'RE A MONSTER REALLY SO STOP COMPLIMENTING ME BECAUSE THAT'S ACTUALLY AN INSULT COMING FROM A KINGSLAYER

*proceeds to tell him little things about herself her father and where she's from 5 seconds later very naturally without realizing before they fall back into their mutual beef*

Also when she called him a monster and he fucking SCREAMED LIKE OMG NO MONSTERS!!!!! AND I DON'T HAVE A SWORD TO DEFEND MYSELF!!!!!!! HFHAUFHDHEUSHAJ HE'S SO FUCKING RIDICULOUS

GROWN-UP BEHAVIOR btw

At least Brienne is an autistic young girl she's supposed to be like that

He's older than her tho so what's HIS EXCUSE

Poor cousin whathisnameagain I think it's Cleos? having to thirdwheel whatever it is that these two have going on lmao

Free this poor guy because he can go insane if this keeps going

He's stronger than me because I've would've jumped ship and killed myself

George R. R. Martin really a visionary ahead of his time because he wrote two epic books full of complicated dynamics intrigue politics magic and massive world-building and now he's literally writing fanfiction with two dumb manchildren (gender neutral)

And I mean this in the best way possible like it was delicious I can't wait for more

They're fucking idiots your honor (/pos /affectionate)

[littlebigmouse]

List of Small Things™ I enjoy about Fullmetal Alchemist in no particular order

Everyone in FMAB/manga is just Some Guy™ and very human and I love that so here goes:

Falman getting stuck with a serial-killing suit of armor in his appartment for days and his reaction to it. It may have been weeks. He's been on sick leave the entire time. He's a guy in his early thirties with a flock of early-greying hair because being in a dead-end-role in the military is stressfull, ok. He gets stuck at home with a funny little serial killer (and eventually some foreign body guards, and a foreign prince?? lighting signal fires in his backyard?? like man what a week)

The whole military ambush against the Devil's Nest was yes, kind of kickstarted by the gang kidnapping Al for Greed, but it was mostly kickstarted because Ed was down south to do his yearly official report and Bradley and Armstrong just happened to be present when he was informed Al had gone missing. Greed's entire operation was done in by a teen doing his paperwork

on that note, Greed really decided to spend his immortality wisely by pursuing absolutely none of his supposed ambitions and just decided to settle down with a bunch of buddies. An offshot of the buddies he was initially made to guard, too. I don't think Greed is aware of this either

everyone on that radio building. The radio host 100% down to get some coup-shenanigans into his station to drive engagement. The guys sympathising with Mrs Bradley and taking care of her. Breda taking control of the narrative with a perpetual frown by the skin of his teeth.

I know the story of how the Bradleys met is technically not canon(?) but Mrs Bradley slapping her future husband upon their first meeting because he got his flirting tips from his siblings will never not be funny. Idiots. All of them.

EVERYTHING about Darius and Heinkel. They lost their jobs and became wanted criminals upon helping out some scrawny 15 year old. They have families they miss dearly. They haven't looked back since. "You guys don't HAVE to help me save the world" - "It's not like we have anything better to do"

i was going to say the Ice Cream Truck, because it's iconic, but actually, when told to disguise a vehicle, 15-year-old pinacle of edgelord fashion Edward Elric turned it into a colourful nightmare of spikes that barely resembled a car but might be closely related to the worlds deadliest parade float. None of this was necessary. Ed is just like that.

Hawkeye growing her hair out after meeting Winry, and Winry getting piercings after seeing Hawkeye's

Denny Brosh bursting into tears when he sees Maria Ross is still alive. Dude managed to not quit his job despite working in the same city (department?) where his best friend's killer was his supervisor. They were also very real for showing us that this is a guy who oversleeps and is older brother to at least three younger siblings. There was no need to give us more on Denny Brosh but every little detail hit so hard when they reunited.

okay so remember that time Ed and Ling ate Ed's shoe. Remember that Ed spend some time on a "deserted island" as a kid. Gluttony's stomach had nothing on him. Izumi raised some anime-ass boy-scouts. 100% Farm boy behaviour. These kids are so 15 it makes me want to bite things

immortal, soul-spliced dwarf in a flask got rid of his Sloth and still managed to procrastinate on his world domination plan until the last minute. Most Human disaster.

the entire half-episode they spend on Dr. Knox and his regrets and family. FMA is so good about humanising everyone.

everyone bullied Yoki because he was a small town fraud exploiting workers for his own benefit. Simply a jerk. He also hit Pride with a car in an epic rescue, and cried and screamed the whole way through

that one shot of a kid curiously poking a soldier they found bound on the ground with a stick

(I know it's technically not canon, but-) "I'm trying to save your life, asshole!"

Edward Elric

[absolutebl]

This Week in BL - Some Surprises

Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

NOV 2024 Week 1

Ongoing Series - Thai

Fourever You (Thai Thurs YT) ep 5 of 16 - I love this show, but I absolutely hate the main couple's communication style. Or complete lack of communication style. I really hope the other couples are not gonna be this bad and it’s just because this one is leaning into the worst of BL archetypes. But I’m not confident. Poor Ter dating Hill put a big old target on his back. Earth being a dramatic stressed gay queen was peak comedy tho. Apparently the good kisses are only on WeTV (I am annoyed) so props to the giffers who keep me supplied. You're doing the BL gods work.

I suddenly realized, after the bullying sequence, that one of the reasons I’m liking this so much is it reminds me of early Japanese yaoi. There’s something about the dynamics of the characters and the way they're reacting to situations that’s not very Thai BL feeling. And if I think of this is more JBL, I forgive it. Or maybe that’s just why I’m liking it so much despite its flaws? Difficult to understand my own feels about this show.

Jack & Joker (Thai Mon IQIYI) ep 8 of 12 - I don’t like this new evil-bonkers rich kid character and whatever is going on with Jack and Rose and that whole story. It’s boring. And then my brain short circuited. No further thoughts... just War in a wife beater. 

Love Sick 2024 (Thai Sun iQIYI) ep 7 of 15 - Phun's bitch face really is epically wonderful. I kinda enjoy everybody ribbing the two of them because they have no idea what’s actually going on. I'm chronicling my experience with 2024 as compared to 2014 here.

Kidnap (Fri YT) ep 9 of 12 - Omg cutest boyfriends EVER. I don’t even mind how cheesy their bf era is. Does this lull jive with the rest of the story? Nope. But ya know that’s GMMTV’s thing these days, flailing during the final act.

Perfect 10 Liners (Thai Sun YouTube?) ep 1 of 24 - Pretty standard Thai BL university fair. I am hoping it’s better than ForceBook’s previous offering. Yet another sniff test. Is this the trope of the year? Meanwhile, they also deployed the crash into me trope in episode one. Who do they think they are? Taiwan?

New is directing this uni BL with a massive cast + massive run time. It's an endurance test ya'll - we will be watching this until APRIL of 2025! Su su na.

Every You Every Me (Thai Mon Gaga) ep 4 of 10 - I really like that they had the bandwidth to give us a little side couple with this installment. Fun crumbs. Meanwhile, the thing with the shirt in front of the mirror was extremely sexy. This installment was very sad though. And, of course, I’m not happy about it. To top it all off, next week is musical themed, so you know I’m disgruntled about it. 

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

See Your Love (Taiwan Weds Gaga) ep 3 of 13 - Aw spoiled neglected rich boy wants to be cared for and spoiled honestly. I do love them. Also tiny idiot syndrome is spreading. 

Teenager Judge (Vietnam Sat YT) ep 6 of ? - The side couple (teacher student, hyung romance but he’s using em) interesting. Not sure how I feel about them. The subs are so bad it’s largely incomprehensible but I’m still enjoying it for no defensible reason. 

My Damn Business (Korea Sat YT) eps 5 of 7 - I love that our uke can be such a little shit. I love it when a tsundere has some serious snark and attitude to back his petulance up. Also liquid courage. At least we got to the root of the tsundere. Also neck kisses and cuddles! 

Eccentric Romance (Korea Weds Viki) eps 7-8 of 12 - Oooo, cute kiss. Drunken but adorable. I do like it when they use older Korean actors in KBL, they actually know how to kiss. Has the kiss saved this show? Possibly. I’m shallow. 

Love is Like a Poison AKA Doku Koi: Doku mo Sugireba Koi to Naru (Japan Tues Netflix?) 7 of 10 eps - Our con man is such a good little homemaker. And it’s sexy yukata time! Love this trope. 

Love in the Air: Koi no Yokan (Japan Sat Gaga) ep 1 of 10 - Same plot as the Thai original, only from Japan. Very similar so far. I hope Rei is a bit more smart and Arashi is a bit less of a sleaze. I still get too much secondhand embarrassment and my mame alert is blaring.  I'm wary.

Blue Canvas of Youthful Days (China Sun iQIYI) eps 1-2 - Triggers for child abuse, alcoholism. Two artists, one an abused rich kid and the other a tough scrappy poor kid, in the same art prep school. I of course adore the side couple of the much younger kid and the older teacher. Oh, I do like it. But it's CBL, I'm very scared as to where it might go.

Bad to Bed (Taiwan Sat YouTube) ep 1 of 10 - Influencer Wan Xiong suffers from insomnia, it’s a physical and mental battle. As he tried to find a solution, he encounters five boys along the way. I'm putting this on the list because it's airing and I just found out about it but I didn't have time to watch it yet. I hear it's v weird.

It's airing but...

The Hidden Moon (Sat WeTV) 10 eps - Supernatural romance (my ghost boyfriend trope) by Violet Rain (I Feel You Linger). A man is hired to write an article about an old mansion. He sees the ghosts of people who died at the mansion, falls in love with one of them. Was substantially recast. I loved IFYLITA except the ending so I think I'll let this one run it's course you can tell me if it's work tracking down... if they managed to land it. I have my doubts.

Bad Guy My Boss (Thai Sun Gaga) 10 eps - I DNF'd at ep 7, I couldn't make it. I am weak. Life is hard enough right now, this show is making it harder. It’s not what I want from my entertainment.

Let Free the Curse of Taekwondo (Korea Thurs Gaga) eps 4 of 8 - I put this one on pause. It's too heavy for me right now. I'll wait to know if the ending is hard fought happy (and then watch) or not (and won't finish). Sorry all, rough times this side of the screen.

Random I watched it

Vending Machine Sabi Koi AKA Can I Buy Your Love From A Vending Machine AKA Sono Koi, Jihanki de Kaemasu ka? (Japan 2023) - This show is utterly adorable, impossibly awkward, and kinda old fashioned. About a cute nerdy little office worker (he's out!) who has a big'ol crush on the tall hulking vending machine guy. They fall in love. And that’s it. And it’s charming. There’s some first name eroticism, because Japan, and there's emphasis on communication, which is so not Japan, but turns this into an organically loving and talkative relationship. There’s a bit of an age gap, and our office cutie may or may not have a muscles fetish (the hot bod not the shellfish) because (if I’ve told you once I’ve told you 1 million times) Japan always goes kinky. And you know what, I loved it. 9/10

Next Week Looks Like This:

Upcoming BLs for 2024 are listed here. This list is not kept updated, so please leave a comment if you know something new or RP with additions.

November BL:

11/4 Our Youth AKA Miseinen: Mijukuna Oretachi wa Bukiyo ni Shinkochu (Japan Mon Gaga?) 11 eps - Minase was an exemplary high school student who hates Hirukawa, head bully and top delinquent. But then Minase uncovers Hirukawa’s secret and the two get intimate.

11/15 Caged Again (Thai Fri WeTV) 10 eps - Penguin escapes zoo by turning into a human. Gets trapped again and a panther falls in love with him.

11/17 Your Sky (Thai iQIYI) 12 eps - Due to an unforeseen situation, a naive freshman and the campus’s popular senior agree to pretend to be a couple - but their fake deal begins to generate real feelings.

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

Honor the crumbs indeed. This pair is so much crumbs it's practically dust. (Love Sick 2014)

God he is so stupidly in love.

(lask week)

The tag BLigade: @doorajar @solitaryandwandering @my-rose-tinted-glasses @babymbbatinygirl @babymbbatinygirl @isisanna-blog @mmastertheone @pickletrip @aliceisathome @urikawa-miyuki @tokillamonger @sunflower-positiiivity @rocketturtle4 @blglplus @anythinggoesintheshire @everlightly @renafire @mestizashinrin @bl-bam-beyond @small-dark-and-delicious @saezurumurmurs

Sigh, Tumblr in its infinite wisdom doesn't like too many at-ings.

[gveret-fic]

do you write anymore? would you ever write gelphie fic? you were always my favorite supercorp writer, and i was pleased to see you're a gelphie fan. would love to see your take on it !

Never say never but I'm not really in the habit of writing anymore. But I do love gelphie!! Elphaba Thropp the character of all time. She's green she's autistic she's bisexual she's literally Oz's most wanted. She's allergic to water and love and sincerity and shutting up and keeping quiet.

Anyway to tide you over here are my all time favorite fic recs:

The Last True Eminent Thropp by Ridiculous Mavis for bookverse political thriller/romantic romp with incredible style and flow and whip smart dialogue and pitch perfect characterization. Or The Brave and the Vulnerable for an extended version of the trip to the Emerald City featuring the most poignant illustration of falling in love. Or The Thrill, Basis Determined for an assortment of delightful bookverse moments. Or anything else by the author, really.

Unadulterated Something by Throppsicle for classic musicalverse roommates to playful enemies to friends to lovers to political prisoners to fugitives. With a fantastic Galinda voice throughout.

The Love Club by OrkButch for modern-ish bookverse flatmates AU that's incredibly, intrinsically queer and certainly not shy to put you (and the characters) through the emotional wringer. Full of feelings, authentic and intense with absolutely incredible art to go along with it.

And some newer, equally excellent recs:

attrition by haline for an epic bookverse adventure featuring nunneries, fugitives, and reluctant co-parenting; or silk chiffon for movieverse idiots to lovers featuring Galinda's gay moms, architecture nerdery, and There Were Actually Two Beds But They Shared One Anyway. haline has a real gift for embodying the characters to absolute perfection, each version of them in its own distinct way, with the smartest snappiest most believable dialogue to go along with it. And always so much love.

'Study' Partners by GenericOregairuFan for the most insane misunderstanding of all time, featuring blisteringly funny dialogue, insane platonic intimacy, and one of my favorite fanfic tropes (one of them thinking they're dating while the other has no clue). Simultaneously absurd and fully believable, masterfully executed, and so much fun.

Demystified by Looktotheedges for a movieverse retelling that is so incredibly full of heart, with the most thoughtful characterization and an incredible commitment to fleshing out all the relationships and giving each of them their place. This fic made me like Pfannee as an actual character. The first couple of chapters seem a bit too close to canon, but give it a shot, it really develops beautifully.

i imagine my thumbs on the irises by cinnamonfiglatte for the highly likely scenario that you left the movie with an intense desire to see Galinda duel Elphie's father to the death. And then kiss Elphie passionately. And also Galinda has gay moms.

[jxtina-86]

The Chase - Part 5

Okay - I had to post this before I tinker with it too much and end up deleting it all.

This is the finale. Hopefully it was worth it!

Full Masterlist is here if you've missed previous parts.

Pairing: Lando Norris x Fem!OC

Warning: Swearing. Smut. 18+

Thanks for all the love so far for this - hope you enjoy the last part!

“Stop looking at me like that.”

Ruby does nothing to remove the look of disbelief from her face. “I think you need your head testing.”

Mia rolls her eyes as she returns her attention to her laptop. “I’ve got work to do.”

“Work that you 100% could be doing at his apartment.”

Mia shakes her head. “I’ve known him for 48 hours, Ruby. It would be weird.”

“What’s weird is not going home with him, even though he was practically begging you. We all know something happened when you disappeared off. And then you were grinding on him any chance you got in front of all of us.”

“I was not!”

Ruby tugs her phone out of her pocket. “Er, I beg to differ.” 

Music blares out of her phone as she flips it so Mia can see the video. In the foreground, Ruby and Lydia are laughing and dancing but as the camera angle shifts, Mia can see her and Lando in the background swaying to the music as they kiss, his hand on her ass, pulling her into him.

“Do not,” Mia warns her. “Share that online.”

Ruby rolls her eyes. “I’m not an idiot. Although I will share it at your wedding when I give my maid of honour speech.”

Mia rubs her eyes. “Stop. You’re telling me to get my head tested, but you’re the one talking about a wedding?!”

“I’m joking!” Ruby pauses. “What’s going on, Mia?”

“I’m working,” she replies through gritted teeth. Why couldn't Ruby have gone with the rest of the girls on a day trip to Nice? “Or I would be if you left me to it.”

“No, no,” Ruby shakes a finger. “Why are you being so fucking weird about him? He clearly wants you. He didn’t look anywhere else but at you the entire time we were on that yacht.”

Mia doesn’t reply, staring stoically at her laptop.

“You said he likes the chase, right?” Ruby says after a moment. “That’s why you’re doing this. You want to keep him chasing because you think once he gets what he wants, then it’s over?”

Mia’s jaw tightens.

“Oh Mia,” Ruby says softly, sitting down next to her. “He seems pretty genuine to me. I mean, yeah, there’s always a risk he’s a complete fuckboy, but I don’t get that vibe from him.”

“It’s not even that,” Mia murmurs. “It just doesn’t seem worth it.”

“What doesn’t?”

“It’s just two weeks.”

“Two weeks of fucking a guy who looks at you like this?!” Ruby shoves her phone back in front of Mia and she sees another snap of her and Lando from earlier yesterday when she was sitting on his lap. He’s staring up at her with a look of pure wonderment on his face. “I’d say it was worth it.”

Mia shrugs.

“Jesus, Mia, you’re overthinking this, big time. Go with the flow for once. Go to his place tonight and do what feels right. Sure, there is probably a 1% chance he is absolutely dire in bed, but if he isn’t? Just take each day as it comes after that.”

“Easier said than done.”

Ruby leans her head to one side with a grin. “Honestly, just live a little, eh? Have fun with him. Hell, even if it doesn’t work out, you’ll have one epic story to tell when he becomes a World Champ.”

Mia gives her a small smile. “I feel like such a fucking tease.”

Ruby laughs. “And? It’s clearly working for you both. Although I don’t know how you won’t just implode when he touches you.”

Mia covers her face as she reddens. Her phone beeps beside her and she reaches for it. 

“God, it’s like he has a sixth sense,” she tells Ruby as she sees the message from Lando.

Pick you up at 5?

Mia glances at the time. Just a casual 6 hours to get through till then.

Sure, she types back.

What you up to?

Working. You?

The three dots appear and then stop. A second later a photo appears.

It's a close up of his face, smirk fully in place but she can see the shimmer of sweat on his brow.

Another buzzes through and she swallows hard as she takes in the grey shorts riding low on his hips, his top half completely on display and the backwards cap in position.

Just warming up is the message.

She chews her lip.

Oh yeah? Big session planned? She replies.

You have no idea 😈

**

“So you’re just planning to fuck in the car, right?” Ruby raises an eyebrow as Mia comes down the stairs.

“What?” Mia looks down at her outfit - denim cut-offs paired with Lando’s jumper that she forgot to give back to him yesterday. “I thought it looked cute.”

“You’re going to kill him.”

Mia grins wickedly. “That’s the plan…”

“What happened to Miss ‘I’m not sure it’s worth it’?”

“I had a change of heart.”

Ruby grins. “Thank God.”

As if on cue, the gate rings. Ruby buzzes it through without even asking who it is, swinging open the door.

Mia bites her lip, her stomach fluttering as she sees Lando walking up the path. Ruby nudges her forward. “Have fun,” she grins at her.

Stepping through the door, Mia feels Lando’s eyes dragging over her and a grin plays on her lips as he rubs the back of his neck. 

“Jesus,” she hears him mutter before he steps closer and his arm curls around her. He doesn’t even say hello, just presses his mouth firmly to hers.

“Hello to you too,” she mumbles against his lips.

“What are you doing to me?” He groans as she waves bye to a smirking Ruby and he hurries her down the path.

“What do you mean?” she says innocently, earning a raised eyebrow from him.

Outside the gate is the Porsche again and as he did on Saturday, he opens the door and makes sure she’s in before he heads round to the driver seat. Leaning back against the headrest, she rocks her head to the side to watch him turn the car back onto the main road.

“You’re staring,” he murmurs as she watches him practically glowing in the light of the lowering sun in the sky.

“So were you.”

“I forgot you still had my jumper.”

“Oh, this is yours?” she says in mock-puzzlement.

“Stop it,” he groans, casting a wanting look in her direction.

“You want it back?”

He shakes his head. “You look good in it.”

“Yeah?”

He nods and she grins as she watches him meet her eye again and then looks away, biting his lip.

They're cruising steadily, but the traffic is building and when the car comes to a stop, he reaches out to her. Mia opens her hand to his, but he bypasses it entirely and lets his hand settle on her bare thigh instead. She takes a sharp intake of breath at the touch, watching his long fingers splayed across her skin, his fingertips teasing the inner curve of her thigh. He squeezes softly and what feels like a lightning bolt strikes between her legs.

Her eyes flicker between his hand and the traffic, watching the brake lights in front ease off. But he doesn't let go of her, not until he's forced to and then he makes a point of dragging his hand away, maintaining contact until the last second.

Mia can feel her heart pounding, the anticipation building to an unbearable point. She shifts in her seat, looking away from him to exhale slowly before she scrapes her hair back with her hand. When she chances a look back at him, she can see him smirking.

“You’re cruel,” she groans softly.

“What do you expect when you come out looking like that? The bikini yesterday, this today. You’re making it really hard for me.”

She doesn’t miss the innuendo, biting her lip as her gaze drops briefly to his lap. “Yeah?” she breathes.

“Don’t do that,” he groans.

“Do what?” She keeps her voice low and breathy watching as he swallows. They hit a red light and he immediately reaches out again and squeezes her thigh in mock retaliation. She lets out a squeal and he grins proudly at himself.

The traffic fails to ease up and they crawl along the coastal road, his hand continuing to rest on her thigh. She can barely concentrate on making conversation, her eyes and her brain trying to find a distraction from the way his fingers feel on her bare skin. She half-wonders if he’s struggling too, although he is clearly better at hiding it than her. And yet, she can feel him giving her glances that she doesn’t dare meet. When they slow to a halt, she can feel his gaze dragging over her again as she looks out the window, trying to hold it together as his hand shifts slightly on her thigh yet again.

When they finally reach his building, the last few minutes before they enter his apartment seem to pass by in a daze. His hand tugs her along the corridor which feels like it doubles in length as they walk and then he’s fumbling with the door before at last he pulls her inside.

The door barely has time to click shut and he has her pressed against the wall.

His mouth is hot and heavy, his hands cupping her face, then her shoulders, then her waist, barely able to keep still as he presses his body flush against hers.

“The door,” she mumbles against his lips.

He pulls away with a groan, reaching to secure the chain lock before he’s back on her. She giggles into his mouth as he captures her hands and pulls them above her head, his fingers curling around hers. Her body arches against him and she gasps as he releases her mouth and trails kisses down her neck.

“Slow down,” she laughs. “I’m not going anywhere.”

He pulls back, breathless, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he stares down at her. His hands are still holding hers firm above her head, his wrists pressed against hers and she can feel his pulse quickening.

“You worried I’m going to leave you wanting more again?” she murmurs. “Because trust me, I am done waiting around as much as you.”

“Good,” he rasps. He presses his forehead softly against hers, his hot breath ghosting over her. “But you’re right.”

“About what?”

“Slowing down.”

His mouth captures hers again, but this time it’s soft, gentle, tender. He pulls away and kisses her again and repeats it over and over until she’s whining and straining against his hands to clutch at him, to hold him close.

He shakes his head with a mischievous grin. “You wanted slow… you got slow…”

“Lando…” she pouts but all he does is laugh.

“Who’s the needy one now?” he breathes before kissing her again.

“Not fair,” she mumbles as he presses soft kisses to her jaw line. He drops one of her hands, but before she can reach for him, his other hand captures it, emphasising the size difference between his hands and hers. With his free hand, he cups the back of her neck, his thumb stroking her jaw as he gently tilts her head back to expose her neck. She lets go of a moan as his lips press to a spot just below her ear and she feels him grin.

“Don’t you dare,” she pushes against him and he laughs.

“Let me do it elsewhere then,” he challenges, straightening up and pulling her hands off the wall at last. He loops them behind his head and she immediately curls her fingers through his hair. His eyes flutter closed as she scratches his scalp gently with her nails before he makes her shriek by scooping his arms under her thighs and lifting her up.

As her legs lock around his waist, his lips find her neck and then her mouth again as he carries her blindly through the apartment. She feels him pause to kick off his shoes at one point and then his hands move around to her feet too, her shoes tumbling to the ground.

Kicking the door open to his bedroom, he lowers her down onto the bed, covering her with his body for a second before he pulls back completely and rests on his knees to gaze down at her. With one hand, he tugs at the back of his t-shirt, pulling it up over his head and tossing it to one side.

Holding her gaze, he slowly tugs the hem of the jumper from her shorts, pushing it up to expose her stomach. She watches transfixed as he bends down and then she giggles as his mouth presses against her hot skin. His hands push the jumper higher, his fingers ghosting over her ribs and then up to trail over the base of her bra. He covers every inch of her skin with kisses, only pulling back when the jumper has been pushed to her shoulders to help her get rid of it entirely.

Then he’s back, starting again, only now he takes his time, sucking and nipping at her stomach and up to her breasts which are rising and falling as he sends shockwaves through her with his touch alone. His hand engulfs her left breast, squeezing it gently, his thumb finding her nipple through the lace and slowly circling it until it tightens and grazes against the cup.

His fingers claw at the lace, tugging the material down, pulling her breast free and she moans as his tongue swirls over her nipple. Her hand clutches his head, fingers tightening around curls as he slowly releases it from his mouth.

Her back arches and he slides his hand under to unclasp her bra, tugging it free of her body in seconds. His hand finds her other breast, his mouth back where it was moments before and Mia hears herself gasp as he rolls her nipple between his tongue on one side and his fingers on the other. Her legs curl around his, her hips rising to meet his, moaning as he feels his hard length pressing through his trousers.

His mouth slips from her breast and he presses hot, heavy kisses across her collarbone and back to her mouth. He pauses for a second, looking down at her with eyes hazy with lust as his fingers gently push her hair from her face.

“Fuck, you're beautiful,” he whispers and Mia feels her face flush.

“Stop it,” she rolls her eyes.

“I’m serious,” he murmurs, his tongue darting to wet his lips, his stare still intense.

His mouth finds hers, a lazy but heated kiss this time, before he shifts and starts to work his way down to her neck and then her breasts once again. She lets out a contented sigh and then her breath catches in her throat as he once again takes one breast and then the other in his mouth. The combination of his tongue, his lips, the gentle scrape of his teeth is delicious and Mia can't help the endless breathless moans that escape from her. 

He groans in approval, his hand sliding down between them to expertly undo the button on her shorts and then he tugs the zipper down. He pauses for a second to look up at her.

“You okay?” he murmurs, watching her face for any sign of hesitation. She nods and his hand pushes into her shorts.

Mia lets go of a breath she didn’t realise she was holding, gasping as his fingers slide between her thighs. She watches his eyes darken as he feels the wet patch that’s been growing ever since he gripped her leg in the car and he bites his lip, his eyes fluttering closed for a second. Her own eyes want to roll back in her head as he nudges her legs a little further apart, his fingers expertly exploring her through her underwear.

She whines as he pulls his hand free but it soon turns into a breathless moan as his mouth finds her breast again before moving to her ribs, her stomach, her hip. He drags himself away from her, rocking back on his heels to tug at her shorts. 

She willingly lifts her hips, letting him pull them free. His hands slowly run back up her thighs, pushing her legs apart again as he shifts back on the bed. His fingers hook into her waistband of her underwear and he drags them down too, so slowly it’s practically torture. His eyes flicker between her face and her now naked body beneath him, his lips twitching into a grin as he once again spreads his hands over her thighs and pushes her legs apart.

Mia watches enthralled as he sinks between her legs, his mouth pressing warm, wet kisses to just above her knee, as he works his way slowly up her inner thigh, but just as she feels his warm breath ghosting over her pussy, he starts again on the other side. She groans wantonly, feeling him chuckling against her skin. Her legs are already starting to tremble, but his grip on her thighs steady her, holding her just so as he continues to adorn every inch of her skin with kisses.

“Lando…”

“Tell me what you want,” he whispers against her thigh and she looks down at him in a daze.

He grins up at her.

“Tell me,” he repeats, his fingers trailing lazily over her hot skin.

“Please…” she breathes. “Lando…”

“Tell me,” he repeats, the slow kisses starting again as he edges back up her thigh.

She can feel how unashamedly wet she is for him, the vibrations of his words shuddering through her.

“I…” she gasps. “I want to cum…”

His grin widens. “Yeah?”

“Yeah…” she whines, her head rolling to the side as she feels his warm breath ghost over once more, her body tingling already.

And then she gasps as his mouth finally presses against her, his tongue running over her slit as his hands push her legs wider and back, exposing her completely and making her hiss with pleasure. 

Her head rolls from side to side, her eyes closed, her only focus on the way his mouth feels on her. His nose brushes over her clit and her hips buck against his hands. He welcomes it with a hum, pulling her closer, his arm curling over her waist to hold her just so. He moans against her, the vibrations ricocheting through her and her hand scrambles to find his head. Her fingers twist in his hair and he moans again at her touch.

She almost howls as he shifts, his mouth pressing to her thigh as he slides his finger inside her instead. “Fuck…”

His teeth graze her skin for a second and then she hears his voice, low, rough.

“Fuck, you’re so wet…”

His thumb brushes against her clit and her back arches off the bed. “Lando…”

“Sssh…” he comforts. “I got you…”

“Please…” she begs and then her breath catches in her throat as a second finger slides inside her. 

She lets out a loud whine, her hand still gripping his head, trying desperately to tug his mouth back. But he refuses, too caught up in sucking hard on her inner thigh until she cries out and he pulls back with a satisfied look on his face.

She doesn’t even scold him this time, her brain starting to shut down as he curls the two fingers inside her and they brush against her G-spot. Her body lurches off the bed again as he does, but only briefly before his forearm presses her back down.

And then his mouth closes around her clit and her grip on his hair tightens.

“Oh fuck…” she moans, her breathing rapid, her entire body zoning in on the sensation of his fingers and mouth.

He’s unrelenting, pushing her closer and closer. The more she comes undone, the more he seems to want. His tongue on her clit doesn’t ease up, his fingers continue to brush against the sensitive spot inside her over and over again and his arm pinning her hips down is firm and strong. She’s caught, unable to escape - not that she wants to - and all she can hear is him moaning below her as she fights to stop herself from crying out from the pleasure he’s causing.

She can feel her body starting to shut down, her legs shaking, her breath catching in her throat as she hurtles towards her orgasm.

“Lando… Oh god… Lando… Yes… Oh… FUCK!”

Her body tenses in his hold, his name a strangled cry as her orgasm hits. He helps her ride through it, his tongue still running over her clit, his fingers still sliding in and out of her, coaxing every last jolt and aftershock from her.

Her body trembles, her breathing almost raspy as she comes down to earth. She's only half aware of him gently easing her thighs away from his shoulders and neck, chaste kisses to her hip, her stomach as he slides over her.

“You okay?” He murmurs, nuzzling at her neck.

“Fuck…” is all she can get out, making him laugh.

“You taste so fucking sweet,” he groans against her cheek. She turns her head, their lips meeting and he moans as she willingly tastes herself.

Her hands run down his back, feeling his muscles flex at her touch until she reaches the waistband of his trousers and starts to push them down. Underneath she finds the waistband of his boxers, her hand slipping inside to grope at his firm ass as he grinds his hips against hers.

Reluctantly pulling away, he stands to remove both items of clothing but she follows, sliding to the edge of the bed to push his hands away. His fingers tenderly brush the hair from her flushed face, tucking it behind her ears as he steps out of his trousers. She can see how hard he is through his boxers, the material taut and pointed. Pulling them down, he springs free and she looks up at him, her mouth dropping open.

Her hands skim up his thighs, coming to rest where his torso starts. Shifting slightly, she takes him into her mouth, letting her eyes flutter close as she reacquaints herself with his length.

“Mia…” he groans above her. His hand cups the back of her head as it did yesterday as he sinks further into her mouth. “You… Shit…”

Her tongue swirls over the tip of his dick as he moves in and out of her mouth. His hand tightens on her head but to her surprise, he eases her off his dick. She looks up at him, confused.

“Later,” he tells her with a grin. “But right now…” He reaches for her, nudging her back onto the bed. She falls back, gazing up at him but instead of joining her, he moves round the side of the bed, reaching for the bedside table drawer. 

Mia turns to face him, crawling over the bed to grab the condom packet from his grasp. Tearing it open with her teeth, she reaches for him, watching his face flicker with something she can't put her finger on as she rolls the condom down over his dick. She slides her hand up to his waist, pulling him gently towards her and he doesn't need telling twice.

She giggles as he stretches over her, his hands tangling in her hair as they kiss, bodies sliding against each other. Her legs spread, one curling over the back of his thigh. He drags a hand down her body, fingers caressing her throat, her breast, her stomach, her thigh before he lines his dick up with her pussy, teasing her with the tip for a second before he slowly enters her.

Mia’s back arches and his mouth drops to her neck as he slides further into her. He lets out a soft groan of satisfaction as he does, his breathing ragged already, hers too as she clutches at his shoulders. He raises his head and through hazy eyes, she meets his gaze. His hand moves to her leg, gently pulling it further up and around his torso, opening her to him and letting him slide to the hilt inside her.

“Fuck, Lando…” she groans as he fills her and then starts to thrust in and out of her. It’s slow and controlled, his forehead pressed against her shoulder, his hot breath on her skin as his hand grips the back of her thigh.

“You… You’re so fucking wet,” he groans, his hips starting to pick up pace as he pulls back to look at her.

“Keep… keep going,” she says in a hoarse whisper. “Please…”

His mouth drops to her breast and her back arches into his touch. He takes the opportunity, his arms sliding under her as he sits back on his heels, pulling her with him. He moves her so effortlessly, his hands tugging her legs around him as he lifts her up and down on his dick. Her arms curl around his shoulders, her face buried in his neck, smothering her moans as one of his hands grips her ass, the other on her waist.

She feels weightless in his arms, his mouth on her shoulder, her neck, before he nuzzles at her cheek and she straightens. His mouth crashes against hers, full of want and need before his lips trail down her neck and he eases her back so he can capture her breast in his mouth yet again.

“Yes… Yes…” she hears herself moan, her second orgasm winding its way to a climax. She can feel the heat in her stomach, the ache getting stronger as he pulls away from her breast and his mouth reclaims her own.

Her nails dig into his neck, making him release her mouth with a hiss.

“Payback,” she manages to get out in a breathless gasp, lips twitching into a grin as his eyes close for a second as she scrapes her nails down the back of his neck. He lets out a hoarse chuckle, before he doubles down on his own efforts on her neck, his lips, teeth, tongue all making contact, all marking her in their own way as she feels her body start to shut down again.

“L-ando,” her voice hitches as she feels the heat in her stomach reach boiling point.

He doesn’t stop, doesn’t break the rhythm, coaxing her softly with his words. “Take it… go on… that’s it… Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight… Mia…”

Her eyes squeeze shut, her breath short and sharp as she cums again, her body collapsing against his. She’s vaguely aware of him easing her down onto the bed, slipping from her, making her whine softly. Then his hands on her hips, rolling her onto her stomach, tugging her back to him. Her hands drag over the sheets, her hair a mess over her face as his hands smooth down her back.

And then she groans into the bed as he slides back into her from behind. His body covers hers, his mouth on her shoulder as he thrusts into her with long, lazy strokes, making her gasp and whine as his arms slide over hers, his fingers lacing through hers, only his hips moving against her.

“You okay?” he murmurs into her neck.

“Yeah,” she mumbles back. “Stop-” she swallows and then she lets out a raspy laugh as he freezes. “I meant, stop teasing…”

“Fuck, you made my heart stop,” he chuckles. “Stop teasing, huh?”

“Yeah…” she moans as he rocks back, pulling her up onto her knees.

His hands grip her hips, fingers digging in firmly as he starts to move again, the sound of skin against skin echoing around the room as he fucks breathless moans out of her. She twists her head to the side, pushing the hair from her face to look back at him. His eyes are closed, his long, beautifully thick lashes practically kissing his cheekbones, his bottom lip disappearing into his mouth, a thin sheen of sweat forming on his cheeks, his neck, his chest as his hips slam against her.

He senses her watching, his eyes opening to meet her gaze which he holds steadily as his hand slips from her hip and curls under her. She lets out a soft moan as his fingers find her clit, slow, gentle touches that make her bury her head in the sheets again. Her hands twist in the sheets, her mouth open, gasping for air, letting go of a hoarse cry as her legs start to tremble again. The grip on her hip tightens, his thrusts becoming faster, more jerky as he chases down his release too.

But not before he gets her there too, his two fingers slick with her wetness, gliding over and around her clit. She half-wonders how he’s already figured out what she likes, clearly recognising how she responds to each touch, memorising it and repeating it over and over again. She's teetering on the edge, and he's right there with her, moaning her name as she feels herself tumble into the abyss.

His hips slam against her one last time and she feels him pulse inside her, causing another wave of pleasure to wash over her as her head spins.

For a moment, neither of them move and all that can be heard is their ragged breaths as they both come down to earth. His hands slide over her waist, hips, ass before he pulls out, making her groan. She collapses forward on to bed, listening to him moving around, footsteps drifting away and then back again.

His hand slides up the back of her thigh, the bed dipping beside her. His fingers trail up her back and then he's gently brushing the hair from her face. She opens her eyes to see him lying on his side next to her, his head propped up by his hand. His cheeks are flushed, his chest only just starting to rise and fall at a regular pace. His fingers brush over her cheek, under her chin as he leans forward and kisses her softly. Then his fingers dance over her shoulders, trailing down and then back up her back in lazy patterns.

“Worth the wait?” he murmurs.

She nods, unable to reach for words, her brain still fuzzy from the orgasms he’s pulled out of her. He grins back at her, pride filling him.

She feels herself shiver - the heat from her skin fading, the sensation of his fingertips gliding over her back. And then the brain fog starts to fade and she suddenly feels conscious of how naked she is and a sense of awkwardness growing between them. The build up was so intense that now it’s over, she’s unsure of what will happen next.

“Can you get me some water, please?” She hears herself say. An excuse, anything to get some space for a second.

He gives her a curious look. “Sure.”

She watches him rise and wander, clearly unashamed of his own naked body, out of the room. Sitting up herself, she looks around for her clothes. Spying her underwear and the jumper, she grabs them from the floor. Just as she slips the jumper over her head, Lando returns with a glass of water.

“Thanks,” she murmurs as he passes it to her.

He eyes the jumper but doesn’t say anything. Instead he scrapes a hand over his head, fingers ruffling his hair. “So… I know I said would get dinner-”

Mia feels her stomach drop. This is it. Of course. How could she be so stupid. She stares down at the glass, chewing her lip. “Don’t worry,” she murmurs. “It’s fine.”

He’s silent for a second and when she dares to look up at him, he’s frowning. “What I mean,” he starts slowly, but she doesn't hear the rest. Her eyes darting around to see where her shorts landed. 

Her attention is only drawn back to him when his arms curl around her waist. She looks up at him and frowns when she sees a smirk playing on his lips.

“Did you think I was about to kick you out?” he asks.

“Huh?”

“Mia. I was asking you what you wanted to eat.”

“You were?”

He grins. “You think I’m gonna kick you out after that?” He leans down, his lips brushing across hers. “I dunno about you, but I was just getting warmed up…”

His hands slip under the jumper, squeezing her waist as she giggles.

“Hey,” he murmurs, pulling her attention back to his face. “Unless you want to leave?” She shakes her head and he grins cockily. “Good.”

But she can’t help herself. The thoughts she’d shared with Ruby are still bubbling under the surface and before she can stop herself: “It’s just…”

“Just what?” His hands are still on her hips, fingers squeezing as he searches her face for a hint of what she’s about to say next.

“You got your prize,” she says in a whisper.

“Yeah, I did,” he says, not hiding the smugness in his tone.

“No more chase.”

“And?”

“You like the chase.”

“I like the prize even better,” he tells her. “Hold onto it for as long as possible, remember?”

She does. And once again, he sounds sincere.

She goes to open her mouth to say something but his thumb brushes across her bottom lip.

“Look, all I wanna do is eat and then I want to fuck you again,” he says frankly. “And I kinda want you to stay so we can wake up and do this all over again tomorrow morning. And then I can drive you home, you can work and then I want to pick you up and take you out. And repeat. For as long as you want. That's… that's what I want.” 

She blinks at him, his earnest face staring back at her.

“What about you?” He prompts, his eyebrows rising in question. “What do you want, Mia?”

***

3 weeks later

Mia lies in bed, idly doom-scrolling through Instagram. It’s late. She should be asleep. But…

You up?

She grins. Of course, she taps back.

A second later, a video call comes through and she frantically tries to arrange herself in a more flattering angle before she swipes to answer.

“Hey,” he says, scraping his hand over his face and stifling a yawn.

“Long day?”

“Yeah.” He lets the yawn take over and then he shakes his head, blinking, ruffling his hair with his free hand. “Sorry.”

“No worries.” She’s too busy taking in the peek of bare chest as he lies sprawled on his bed.

His eyes flicker around the screen. “Shit. I forgot the time difference. It’s almost midnight there?”

She nods. “It’s fine.”

“The offer’s still there…” he says with a wink.

The offer. The offer of coming with him to the UK whilst he prepared for the rest of the season. But after the intensity of their time together, she’d felt it was a step too far. Instead, she’s in Paris with Ruby.

“I feel bad for not spending that much time with Ruby,” she tells him. “Barely seen her over the last few weeks…”

“Sorry about that,” he grins.

“No you’re not,” she laughs.

His smile widens. “Yeah, you’re right, I’m not that sorry.”

She watches his fingers chase an itch down his chest and out of sight. Her distracted face doesn’t go unnoticed and he smirks as he stretches his arm, revealing his toned stomach and the white bedsheet draped across his waist.

“You’re enjoying this,” she groans.

He laughs wryly. “Trust me, I’m not. Doesn’t come close to having you with me.”

“Feeling lonely, huh?”

“Always,” he lets out a dramatic sigh. “Just a lonely racing driver, who just wants-”

“His dick sucked?” she interrupts, laughing as his eyebrows shoot up.

“I was going to go with just wanting company, but I won’t turn that down,” he recovers quickly, shooting her a mischievous grin.

“At last, your true motives are revealed,” she teases. “I knew it.”

He pouts and then laughs. “Fine, you got me.”

“Well, you’ll be in for a long wait.”

He bites his lip for a second. “About that.”

“What about that?”

“Come to the next race.”

She blinks. “Lando…”

“Please.”

“I… I don’t want to be a distraction.”

“You won’t be.”

“Won’t your family be there?”

Lando shrugs. “And? Just my dad.”

She shakes her head. “Just your dad? That’s still… I mean, c’mon. It’s a bit weird for me to show up, no? We’ve only known each other for less than a month.”

“And? I’d still like you to come. I want to see you again. And I promise I won’t force you to do some weird meet the parents thing. It’ll be chilled, I promise. Well, it won’t be chilled because it’s manic but you get what I mean.” 

She watches him ramble, like he’s unable to stop the words coming out, trying to fill the silence.

“I…” As much as she wants to, she’s still hesitant. It feels like a step towards something else. Something more than just sex and pillow talk and phone sex and sending various explicit photos to each other. 

Of course she wants to see him again. 

But she wasn’t expecting that next time to be in public. With the potential of bumping into his dad. 

Especially as the last time they were together, prior to Lando dropping her back to the villa and the long kiss goodbye, he’d been fucking her against the wall in his bathroom.

“Just think about it?” he pleads. “I can probably get Ruby in too if that swings it for you?”

“Have you any idea what you’re suggesting? She’ll be a fucking nightmare.”

He laughs. “She’ll keep you busy then. I’ll be honest, there’s not much downtime for me. But…” His cheeks flush slightly. “I’d just like to have you to come back to.”

“So you can get your dick sucked?” she teases again.

“Stop that,” he groans.

“Fine. I’ll think about it.”

His eyes light up. “You will?”

She nods. He grins, then his eyes narrow. “Why are you wearing that?”

She glances down and then back up with a grin. “Your jumper?”

“Yeah.”

“Because I like it,” she says simply. And it smells of you, she wants to add but she doesn’t.

He shakes his head, his eyes darkening. “You’re way too overdressed for this call.”

She grins. “Is that so?”

He nods, lifting the camera again, shifting so that the sheet around his waist drops slightly. Mia rocks her head to the side as she spots the faint outline of his dick under the thin sheet.

“Take it off,” he murmurs to her.

She doesn’t need to be asked twice.

Fin x

Hopefully I won't run out of steam, because I've got some other ideas floating around my head for these two. Thanks again for all the love for my first Lando fic!

[morelikeravenbore]

Can I Make It Any More Obvious?

Sk8erboi!Sebastian meets Ballerina!Aurélie, part one.

(Or: my slow descent into madness via a sk8er boi x notebook crackfic au.)

Inspired by the girlies in the writing server, thanks for the sk8er boi brain rot. I don't know why I'm writing this and I have absolutely NO IDEA where it's heading.

Content: MODERN AU. 🛹 It's 2002 and Sk8er Boi is rockin' up MTV. 🛹 Sebastian is an idiot (affectionate). 🛹 Sebastian thinks he's good at skateboarding but is secretly a nerd. 🛹 Basically Canon!Sebastian with a skateboard. 🛹 Yes I squeezed in a reference to my favourite Notebook scene. 🛹 Yes there will be more Notebook references. 🛹 Part two when? Who knows. 🤙🤙🤙

Warnings: SFW. Non graphic mentions of blood/head wound.

Word count: 2.6k

👉 PART TWO HERE.

[read on wattpad]

Wizarding folk, among which Sebastian was usually proud to include himself, had a distinct fondness for cobblestones. Great for aesthetics, sure: nothing screamed eccentric magical village quite like alarmingly uneven roads — but what worked for aesthetics was absolutely shite for skateboarding.

That's right. Skateboarding.

Luckily, Sebastian was a wizard — and quite a gifted one at that — and though his professors from his Hogwarts days would likely argue that inventing a hovering charm specifically to ride a Muggle skateboard over otherwise un-skateable terrain was a waste of his talents, he was inclined to disagree — especially now, as he hurtled down the main street of Hogsmeade, dodging carts, villagers and stray cats at speeds that rivalled the newest model of the Firebolt.

No, far from a waste of time, this was undoubtedly the most impressive use of his magical prowess since he'd successfully cast the Torture Curse on the first go.

That is until a Thestral-drawn carriage pulled out right in front of him.

‘Fuck —!’

For all the time and effort he'd put into developing his hovering charm, he'd neglected to install an emergency braking system.

Swerving hard to avoid collision, he heel-flipped upwards, accidentally performed his signature mid-air 360 Great-Merlin Kickflip over the top of the carriage, then rail-flipped off a lamppost before launching skyward again.

Choosing to ignore the fact that he'd just performed the best tricks of his life while careening uncontrollably through the air, Sebastian let out a great ‘Yeeeeew!’ of triumph — but the sheer force of his excitement threw him sharply off balance. Wobbling precariously atop the board, arms flapping like an overfed Diricaw trying to outrun a diet plan, he tried to regain control —

But it was no use.

He hit the ground, whacked his head on something hard — a bloody cobblestone, probably — and rolled neatly across the way before the great double doors of the Three Broomsticks finally ended his epic wipeout.

Groaning miserably, he rolled onto his back to find two blurry faces peering down at him with mirrored expressions of shock.

‘Are you alright?’ they asked in perfect unison.

Blinking rapidly, Sebastian's entire world flipped on its axis (er, again) as the face of the prettiest girl he'd ever seen came into stunning, albeit upside-down relief: backlit by the summer sun, a halo of auburn hair framed a pair of eyes so piercingly blue that he was sure they saw into his soul.

Fuck, he was dead, wasn't he? He was dead and this vision of beauty above him was an angel come to take him away to — ah, fuck fuck fuck! Death by malfunctioning magical skateboard was not how he'd planned to go out!

He scrambled gracelessly to his feet.

‘Shit,’ he replied, flicking his swishy hair out of his eyes. ‘I mean — fuck. Hello — shit, you're pretty.’

Taken aback, the girl's orphic eyes widened in alarm.

‘Did you — are you hurt?’

Sebastian swayed on the spot. ‘Who, me?’ He tried to chuckle, but nonchalance was difficult with a head wound. ‘Yeah, I'm fiiiine — completely, totally fine… Never been better, actually. Feel amazing. Best ride of my life.’

Her gaze lingered on his forehead. ‘You're bleeding…’

‘Am I?’ He definitely was — he could feel it. ‘S'alright, happens all the —’

A very disorienting moment later, Sebastian found himself in the back room of the Three Broomsticks with a cold rag pressed to his head and a very irate barkeeper clicking her tongue in disapproval.

‘Skateboarding!’ Sirona tutted. ‘Right through the middle of Hogsmeade! What were you thinking?’

But Sebastian wasn't thinking. At least, not about anything but startling blue eyes.

‘Wasn't,’ he muttered thickly. ‘Where girl?’

He stood up; Sirona shoved him back down.

‘Sebastian, you've got a bloody great gaping wound on your head!’ she scolded, holding him down by the shoulders. ‘I've called for the Healer —’

‘Fuck the Healer.’ He stood up again, swiping his bloody forehead with the back of his hand. Just a scratch. He'd be fine.

‘Oh for the love of —’ Catching him by the sleeve before he could stumble for the exit, Sirona levelled him a look she usually reserved for unruly patrons who’d indulged in too much firewhisky. ‘The girl who brought you here — while you were semi-conscious and incoherent, might I add — is eating lunch in the corner booth. But behave yourself, will you?’ she called after him as he wrenched out of her grip. ‘She's French!’

Sebastian liked Sirona — really, he did; she was the only villager who let him practise his kickflips out the back of the Three Broomies without calling the authorities — but right now he'd push her off a cliff if she got in the way of him and the girl.

Still unsteady on his feet, he barrelled into the tavern proper, where the lunch hour was in full swing and the smell of ale and shepherd's pie made his head spin. He made for the corner booth, flattening his hair with his hands and praying to Merlin above that he didn't look as fucked up as he felt — but his heart dropped when he found the booth occupied not by a dainty little redhead girl but by a group of menacing-looking warlocks tucking into a pig's head for lunch.

Shit.

He spun around. Maybe it was the concussion speaking, but he had the most awful, gut-wrenching feeling that if he never saw her again, terrible things would happen.

He had to see her again.

Scanning the crowd with increasing desperation, he was just about to accost Sirona for more details when he caught a flash of long, red hair slipping through the exit. He dashed across the room, chasing that swishy hair the way a bull charges after a Matador.

‘Hey!’ he called out, skidding through the doorway and into the sunlit street beyond. ‘Hey, wait!’

Frantic, he pushed through a group of disgruntled old ladies, jumped over a very startled cat and almost lost his footing again as he hurtled down the road, this time driven not by magically charmed skateboard but sheer desperation.

‘Hi,’ he panted when he finally caught up to her.

The girl cast him a sideways glance.

‘Oh, look,’ she said with a melodic French accent, ‘it's my new husband.’

Sebastian stumbled over another cobblestone.

‘I — what?’

‘You must've hit your head quite hard indeed if you don't remember professing marriage to a complete stranger.’

He stopped dead in his tracks. Was she joking?

‘I didn't,’ he said, aghast.

‘You did,’ she returned, flashing a wry grin over her shoulder as she walked on.

He hurried after her. ‘Fuck, I'm — I'm sorry, I hit my head really hard.’

‘Oh, so you're revoking your marriage proposal?’

‘No —! I mean, yes, but — I don't even know your name.’

‘Hmm.’ She stopped to peer interestedly at the window display of Tomes and Scrolls. ‘Makes our engagement a bit awkward, no?’

Sebastian could only gape wordlessly as she drifted gracefully into the bookstore.

‘Hang on.’ He dumped his board at the door and lumbered in after her. ‘You said yes?’

The girl pressed her lips together in suppressed amusement. ‘I said I'd think about it. – Bonjour!’ she added, greeting Mr Brown so sweetly that the shopkeeper's usually surly countenance brightened like he'd swallowed his sun. Sebastian wondered if he, too, looked equally as ridiculous as he followed her down the nearest aisle…

Likely he did.

He didn't really care.

‘You'd think about it?’ he whispered, lowering his voice as a show of respect to the books crammed into the overstuffed shelves on either side of them.

Though he'd be hesitant to admit it aloud to anyone (lest the truth ruin the bad boy persona he'd been carefully cultivating for many years), Sebastian was at his happiest when surrounded by books. No longer having access to the Hogwarts library since he’d graduated a year prior, he'd taken to visiting Tomes and Scrolls so often that Mr Brown, a fervent bibliophile and an avid sesquipedalian, had given him a part-time job and leased him the shoebox flat on the second floor, ‘...since you refuse to cease importuning me with your quotidian ritual of perambulating about my pulchritudinous premises!’

Crammed with books but bereft of furniture, the tiny, two-roomed flat was dingey, draughty and, judging by the thick layer of dust that’d greeted him on his arrival, hadn't had a living soul cross its threshold since 1892 — but it sure beat living with Solomon in Feldcroft: the only thing his uncle hated more than Sebastian's boards was Sebastian himself, and though piles of books didn't offer much in the way of conversation on those long nights alone in his flat, at least they'd never called him a good-for-nothing waste of space nor gotten so black-out drunk they’d passed out in the middle of the living room for several days. 

No, when it came to companionship, Sebastian generally preferred the fictional sort.

Today, though, squeezed between the narrow aisles with a girl whose radiance rendered him dumber than a flobberworm, Sebastian wouldn't have noticed if the books became sentient, grew papery legs and performed a perfectly choreographed flash dance in the village square. Deep in the reverential hush of the bookstore, they could have been the only two people in the world.

‘Well, you seemed so terribly earnest about us getting married…’ mused the girl, trailing delicate fingers over book spines and blurbs. ‘And I didn't want to hurt your feelings when you were injured. And then the barkeeper came —’

‘— Sirona.’

‘Oui. And you asked her to prepare us a wedding suite.’

Sebastian stared at her. ‘I can't tell if you’re joking or if you’re just…’

‘French?’

‘Yeah.’

‘Mm,’ she said simply, and it was only when she looked him over did he become horrifying aware of his state of dishevelment: his grey hoodie was caked in dirt, there was a new tear in his jeans that he hadn't artfully produced on purpose, and when he glanced at his reflection in a nearby glass cabinet, he was shocked by how much blood was smeared across his forehead.

This was not Sebastian's first head wound. It was, however, his most mortifying.

And yet, for reasons he couldn’t fathom, this angelic girl, with her silk blouse and balletic gait, wasn’t running from him, threatening to hex him, or even regarding him with the slightest bit of ridicule. In fact, unless the knock to his brain had skewed his ability to accurately interpret social cues, she rather seemed to be enjoying his company.

Or at the very least, she found him amusing.

He could work with amusing.

When she disappeared down the next aisle, he steeled his nerves, cast a (mostly useless) cleaning charm over his scraggly appearance, and followed after her again — only this time, with the strategic use of his signature swagger in full swing, the effect of which usually left hoards of girls swooning in his wake.

He tousled his hair.

‘Anyway,’ he began, confident, suave, assured, ‘I'm Sebas —’

‘— Sebastian Sallow,’ she said, not looking up from the book she was perusing. ‘I know, you told me earlier. You also told me your age, your middle name, which house you were in at Hogwarts, your favourite colour, and,’ — she flashed a dubious glance at the cut on his forehead, — ‘that you're “hands down the best skater in all the Highlands.”’

Sebastian's swagger visibly deflated.

‘Is that all I told you?’ he gulped. Given his recent history, blabbering on about marriage was not the worst thing he could’ve told her.

Not by any stretch.

‘Mhm.’ She slipped the book under her arm and glided deeper into the shop. ‘Aside from the marriage proposal.’

‘Right,’ he swallowed. ‘Aside from that. So, uh.’ He stepped around her before she could flit off again. ‘Are you going to tell me your name?’

She smiled up at him, and he wondered if her plump, strawberry lips tasted as sweet as they looked.

Fuck.

‘I already did,’ she said coyly, lightly stepping around him again. ‘But you evidently did not commit it to memory.’

Whatever remained of his short-lived confidence packed up its bags and slinked out of the bookstore with its tail between its legs, leaving him fully exposed as the poser he truly was.

‘You didn't,’ he moaned, chasing after the scent of her floral hair like a bee starved of pollen.

‘I did.’

‘No.’

‘Twice, actually.’

‘Twice?’

‘Mhm,’ she said, picking up another book. ‘Not a great start to our whirlwind romance, is it?’

Sebastian looked at her sideways.

‘I still can't tell if you're joking,’ he lamented, feeling a burgeoning sense of anxiety tighten his chest. ‘What if I guess?’

She set the book down and turned to him.

‘Listen, Sebastian,’ she began, pronouncing his name the French way, ‘you seem very sweet, but —’

‘I am!’ he blurted. ‘I am sweet! Very sweet, in fact! Unless —’ A surge of panic stole through him. — ‘Unless you don't like sweet? In that case, I'm not sweet, I'm horrible. A nightmare. I'm literally the worst, I'm —’

‘You're dumb,’ she interrupted with a giggle.

Sebastian softened like fucking butter.

‘I can be that,’ he said with so much earnestness he wondered what the fucking hell was wrong with him. ‘I can be dumb, if that's what you want. Just tell me what you want, and I'll be it.’’

‘What I want,’ she said, regarding him with equal parts exasperation and pity, ‘is for you to get your head looked at.’

'You sound like my uncle,' he snorted. 'I mean, uh, I will!... If you come with me?'

‘Do you need me to hold your hand?’ she said archly.

‘Yes!’

‘Mm…’ She pretended to think. ‘Non.’

‘But — wait! What if — What if I have a concussion and I die without ever knowing your name? Wouldn't that be tragic?’ He pressed his hands to his chest and went on dramatically, ‘As I lay dying, holding the vision of your face in my mind's eye like a guiding light, my only regret will be that I never knew the name of beauty.’

Clearly unmoved, she levelled him a look so dry it would've parched a weaker man than he. But Sebastian Sallow was no coward! — Especially not with books at his disposal and the smell of parchment in his lungs. Inspired into a literary fervour, he swept his arms wide.

‘Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace! And, lips,’ — his voice dropped to a whisper, — ‘O you the doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss…’

‘Oh, mon dieu.’ She rolled her eyes. ‘It's Aurélie. — Aurélie Collins.’

Sebastian's mouth dropped.

‘Aurélie Collins the ballerina?’

‘Oui.’

She turned. He followed.

‘The famous one?’

‘Oui.’

‘But you're the youngest ballerina in the Paris ballet or — whatever. Right?’

‘Ballet de l'Opéra national de Paris,’ she corrected, holding herself a little straighter. ‘I didn't pick you as a ballet fan.’

‘I'm — well, I'm not,’ he admitted sheepishly. ‘But my best mate is. Fancy prick, Ominis is, but all the Gaunt's are.’

She stopped so abruptly that he bumped into her.

‘Ominis Gaunt is your best friend?’

Considering they hadn't spoken in over a year, “best friend” seemed a bit of a stretch, but for all intents and purposes, Ominis was really the only friend Sebastian had. Or used to have: after that one time Sebastian had used the torture curse on him, their friendship had become a little… strained.

‘Why?’ He narrowed his eyes suspiciously. ‘Do you know him?’

‘Yes, I do,’ she said loftily. ‘In fact, he and I have a date planned in ten minutes from now.’

Don't worry, there's not a single universe in which Sebastian and Aurélie don't fall stupidly in love. I just needed a foolproof way to make Sebebe jealous in part 2, and what better than to have his girl (quote unquote) go on a date with his estranged best friend who he tortured for a spell book that one time lol.

[drarry-soulmates]

The subtle but epic love story within the pages of Harry Potter

Drarry had all the makings of an epic love story. The chemistry between them was absolutely electric! Their obsession with each other was undeniable, yet they kept up the pretense of hatred—largely because of Draco's vastly different background, where he was raised a rich spoiled kid, taught to look down upon 'lesser' folk with a blood-purity mindset instilled in him from an early age.

Even so, JKR set the stage for their love story when she gave Draco a hawthorn and unicorn core wand, meaning that he was conflicted (hawthorn) but ultimately possessed a good heart (unicorn core). Funny then, that she specifically stated he was "not hiding a secret heart of gold." LOL.

Meanwhile, Harry grew up orphaned, told over and over again that he was a burden, a shameful kid to be hidden away. Despite this, he didn't grow up bitter—his intrinsic kindness overcame his abusive childhood.

Unfortunately, Draco turned him off by accidentally showing off during their first meeting, leaving Harry with a bad impression straight off the bat.

As the series progressed, it became clear that Draco’s family stood with Voldemort. Harry, ever the good-hearted hero, now had to grapple with a difficult truth: the arrogant, annoying blonde boy he was supposed to hate—but had begrudgingly grown to care for and obsess over despite the playground-style taunts and insults—was now supposed to be his enemy.

But Draco, as a complex and conflicted (ahem, Hawthorn wand?) tragic antagonist, began to question his family's choices. Despite all his threats and bluffs, he had never truly been able to stomach violence. Slowly he started to realize that perhaps his family was in the wrong and he didn't actually agree with his father for once. He began questioning.. driving him secretly even closer to Harry in his mind. He must've wanted to help Harry and his friends in any way he could, dropping hints in GoF about the DE wanting to hurt Muggles, for instance, so that Hermione would know to watch out.

In HBP, Harry saw the conflict within Draco and realized he was essentially being forced to serve Voldemort. In that moment, when Draco lowered his wand, Draco became fully redeemed in Harry's eyes. Harry knew that if not for Snape, Draco would've gone to the light side. It's why after Dumbledore’s death, Harry couldn’t help but sympathize with Draco, aiming all his rage towards Snape instead, even though Draco so clearly paved the way and set in motion all the events leading up to Dumbledore's death.

Even once it became clear they were on opposing sides, the two saved each other repeatedly—Draco saving Harry's life in Malfoy Manor and right before the Fiendfyre, then Harry saving his life during the fire, and again fighting for him directly after the fire! THEY ARE IN AN ACTUAL WAR!!! ON OPPOSITE SIDES!

I've never really paid much attention to wartime romances, but that's literally what Drarry was... a forbidden wartime romance?? Like ??? How dare JKR try to gaslight us into thinking that Harry's soulmate was Ginny..... She was clearly an afterthought to him throughout the entire series.... >,<;

[I read the books for Snily... and also was eager to find more detailed Hinny.... esp since so many ppl online said that Ginny was super badass in the books. I also disliked Draco in the films & thought Drarry was a crack ship! I was not looking for them at all.]

In HBP, during his first year playing Quidditch with Ginny:

"And even better than that — Malfoy’s gone off sick too!”

“What?” said Harry, wheeling around to stare at her. “He’s ill? What’s wrong with him?”

"No idea, but it’s great for us," said Ginny brightly. "They’re playing Harper instead; he’s in my year and he’s an idiot."

Harry smiled vaguely back, but as he pulled on his scarlet robes his mind was far from Quidditch.

Also, Harry was hospitalized that year becos he was too busy thinking about Draco during a match with Hufflepuff. And yet, JKR wants us to believe it was Ginny he smelled with Amortentia. lol. (There's literally a few times in the book where it was stated that he was obsessed with Draco lol. Never Ginny!)

Throughout the series, the one person Harry was most obsessively thinking about was Draco. During the actual fighting of the war, it was Draco he rescued, not Ginny. He then continued to watch for Draco... all the way til the end.

Draco had stopped being just a "random" in Harry's eyes a long time ago. It didn’t matter that Draco was a Death Eater—Harry still cared about him, still loved him. This childhood rival had somehow wormed his way into Harry’s heart.

Draco had always been obsessively antagonistic with Harry from the get-go, yet... cared about him?? Risked his family's life for him? I wish we'd gotten a bit of Draco's POV at some point in the books. But that kid had it bad for Harry. XD

Draco was on Harry's side fully and completely by the end, never intending on ever hurting him at all. Draco even smiled dopily/smittenly at him after Harry punched out that DE for him after the fire rescue. Harry was still watching out for Draco, whom he knew was utterly wandless. *mercy on my fluttering heart*

In the end, Draco chose to fight for the side of the light—for Harry. Time and again, he chose Harry, even though it put his family in grave danger. Though he had spent years antagonizing, taunting, and mocking Harry, deep down, he never truly meant any of it. In the very end, even after he thought Harry was dead, he never went over to Voldemort's side like in the films because he'd already fully chosen the light!!:')

Then, THEN, it's Draco's wand that works for Harry!! His oh-so-loyal unicorn-core wand......

Brah.

Wands are basically a wizard's heart.

During his fight against Voldemort, it was Draco's heart that was fighting with Harry. The wand knew that Harry and Draco were one and the same—soulmates! So.... Drarry saves the wizarding world. (:

And then in HPCC, ofc, Draco and Harry become actual friends at last! :) Draco stops calling him 'Potter' and uses his first name for the first time, has a few heart-to-hearts with him, admits to being so lonely back in school and having only wanted to be his friend all along.. *dies* THE BULLYING WASN'T BECOS OF HIS FAME! (like us shippers already knew lol--he was merely attention-seeking, obsessive as they both were.)

DRACO: I always envied you them, you know — Weasley and Granger. I had — GINNY: Crabbe and Goyle. DRACO: Two lunks who wouldn’t know one end of a broomstick from another. You — the three of you — you shone, you know? You liked each other. You had fun. I envied you those friendships more than anything else.

Draco is the only one to be able to change Harry's mind on a major plot point in the play despite his wife Ginny and McGonagall both trying to talk him into it..... I can't.

In HPCC, contrary to what the fandom expects, it's Draco who's the one who is open and vulnerable with Harry. Draco is the one spilling his life story to Harry. And it is so, so sweet.

There's another sweet scene (where they're having a 1v1 convo again):

HARRY: What did you want to do?

DRACO: Quidditch. But I wasn’t good enough. Mainly I wanted to be happy.

(Considering that when he played Quidditch he NEVER WON A SINGLE GAME against Gryffindor bc he kept staring at Harry [but he won against all other Houses since Gryffindor and Slytherin were always the top 2 best Quidditch teams, and before Draco joined the team, Slytherin was on an unbeatable winning streak….], this could be read as mainly he just wanted to be w Harry. 😭💔*squealing*)

HARRY nods. (Harry realizes?!?!) DRACO looks at him a second more, unsure how to do this.

(Omlllll the GAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY. Draco is feeling the tension.)

Sorry, I’m not very good at small talk, do you mind if we skip on to the serious business?

(Aweee draco is blushing >///<)

HARRY: Of course. (It's fine, he knows they have time..) What — serious — business?

(oh gods I CANNOT MAKE THIS GAYNESS UP. ru fudging kidging me??!? hARRY is soooo flustered he dsnt even remember what serious business they were talking about...................... This had to be fucking intentional. You cannot write this accidentally wtf. This is also how I'm a gazillion percent sure Draco was blushing. You can FEEL THE SEXUAL TENSION….. But Harry, baby, considering the topic was supposed to be SAVING YOUR GAY SONS FROM BEING LOST FOREVER IN AN ALT UNIVERSE. YOUR SONS. WHO ARE CURRENTLY LOST IN TIME. Y’ALL DK WHAT TIME. They might never see them again. 

First Harry goes off topic and starts asking Draco about his childhood dreams and plans, & now he’s like, ‘what were we supposed to be talking about again? Sorry i was lost in Draco’s beautiful sparkling grey eyes again’ 

After all this time Harry? He’s like, “Always.”

SO. FUCKING. GAY.)

People shun HPCC, but HPCC has like. SO. MUCH. GAY. This is 22 years later, y'all (when their sons are 14).

22 years since the defeat of Voldemort, and these two still share the most compelling bond of the whole dang play (other than their confirmed very gay sons who the play is centered around).

Their chemistry with one another is off the charts, and Ron even notices despite the fact that he wasn't there for any of their heart-to-hearts.. Meaning they must've been staring/acting a little too friendly. ;) Throughout the play, Draco never once uses Ron's first name. He's on a first-name basis with Harry only. XD

In the play, there's the end scene where Harry volunteers to face off against Voldemort and Draco completely loses his shittttt. Like, way more than any of the other characters. He was quite literally like fanfic!Draco. Makes you wonder how Draco would've reacted in the series if he and Harry were actually friends all along like he wanted. :( In the end, Albus had to calm Draco down. ^^;

The play ends with Albus basically coming out to Harry and Harry approving. :3 I'm 1,000% sure Albus and Scorpius will get married, as Hogwarts romances are apt to do, meaning Draco will be connected to Harry via marriage, and will thus see him on the very regular. lol. :))

I left out other amazing gripping Drarry moments in HPCC... But yeah, I'd say that HPCC has the most solid Drarry moments of any of the books for sure. I mean, they're friends? They have heart-to-hearts? Draco says he's willing to go questing with Harry for centuries? lmao. Sooo much food for my shipper heart. >_<; HPCC is a Drarry treasure trove. <3

(Sadly, in the revised/shortened version that I went to see, they cut out a lot of Drarry's moments and even all the crying moments of Scorbus which made me very sad. But the revised version isn't out for the public, so any HPCC you find will be the Drarry version!)

In the series, they were both on their own paths that converged so beautifully. Their shared traumatic experiences from the wizarding war shaped their perspectives. While they were positioned as adversaries for much of the series, the books and play leave room to interpret the potential for more between them after the last closing lines.

Theirs is a classic enemies-to-lovers story, but it was so much more than that. It was a journey of self-discovery, forgiveness, and redemption, as two individuals from vastly different worlds find solace and understanding in each other. Their subtle (or not-so-subtle) bond transcends the boundaries of prejudice and societal expectations, blossoming into a love that defies all odds.

『 My wild, controversial headcanon [just as wild as Harry absolving Draco of all his crimes in HBP!🤭 I mean, no one would've guessed that after a whole year of stalking him. Feel free to take what resonates from my headcanon & discard what doesn't!]:

Remember how obsessive they were w ea other in the books... when they weren't talking? These two are like actual firecrackers together. They can't get too close or they'll explode.... full of love (which they do either way, let's be real). (':

I mean, they become friends in HPCC & their chemistry immediately trumps all other relationships in the play?? These two are not normal for each other, never were! They are actual soulmates who saved the wizarding world with their love for one another... And soulmates no longer hiding behind a facade of dislike will quickly turn... well.. you know. ;)

So... I can see a divorce with Ginny eventually, esp with widowed Draco now Harry's actual friend.

Ginny will likely be the one to ask for the divorce after Lily leaves the nest, since she sees how obsessed Harry and Draco are with one another. (No, Harry will never be unfaithful, nor will Draco instigate such a thing with a married man.)

Ginny in HPCC was more mature (the only version of Ginny I actually didn't mind). I can definitely see her doing this—setting her own desires aside for Harry’s (the Savior’s) happiness and well-being because she recognizes that, of all people, he deserves to be happy the most. :') 』

[dramalove247]

Favorite Things: Your Sky

First, you had us at fake dating. We are huge suckers for this trope when it is well done and they did it SO well!!! This show felt like the writers sat down and said, "How can we make the most over the top main couple that is sickeningly cute and sweet with every green flag you can imagine?" Then they added the best big sister ever, doting parents with too much love... (for the most part), amazing friends, great side couples, and a freaking puppy. This show gave us serious cuteness aggression! And just when you forgot it was a Domundi series, they start delivering the spice in EPIC proportions until you can no longer remember how shy and cute their relationship started.

Here are some posts we loved (spoilers ahead):

The elevator scene is hilarious! Thanks for posting @hughungrybear

@poetry-protest-pornography post about them launching their relationship with an IG post is HILARIOUS 🤣

@iguessitsjustme pointing out some of the things we have loved about this show ❤

So many of the side characters were GREAT in this show! We loved Babe and Lee and all the friends, but Hia and Real were EPIC! @hughungrybear captured this hilarious Real and Hia moment and named it perfectly:

using sunscreen to flirt: a guide

The confession scenes/episode were so great 🥰 @soujux shared this fun background information about how the scene was changed.

Agree so much with @axibani. We LOVED that Fah is so gentle and reassuring to Rak. He wants Rak to be ready. Not only does Meunfah not pressure him, but he is constantly checking in and watching and stops the second he sees Teerak's hesitation. Absolutely love how caring and respectful Meunfah is. 100% green flag. Plus, consent is so hot.

😳 We had to make a NC 18+ appreciation post. The chemistry in this show was off the charts. The scenes were so spicy and sweet and fluffy that we decided it could only be considered Jalapeño Cotton Candy.

We absolutely loved how the desire between Muenfah and Teerak was mutually intense, like in this scene posted by @kittycaths when Teerak takes the lead. This super sweet series gave us an unexpected amount of spice and the chemistry between Thomas and Kong was wild!

Episode 12 gave us so much cute between Fah and Rak 😍 @tortibomb posted a collection of some of these sweetest moments in this compilation of GIFS.

Episode 11 was nightmare fuel and Teerak's fears were justified. Makes you wonder what made him doubt his father's love would be unconditional when it came to coming out. But as much as this blindsided us, we realize that was the actual point.

Sometimes it's the little details:

[clasiann]

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 5230

Pairing(s): Hades/Odysseus, Odysseus/Penelope, Odysseus/Poseidon (Onesided)

Persephone spots a wet dog of a man sitting miserably on an island and decides to take him to Hades. In which develops many relationships, and sex.

And perhaps a bit of jealousy.

“You cannot be serious, brother! I put him there for a reason, for absolute paradise!” It was hard to believe that the god that stood before him was his brother, nonetheless considered the king of gods despite how he was the youngest amongst the other male siblings.

“Odysseus has already found paradise, beyond any reach of the very gods that were out to get him over a child getting hurt.” Hades’ voice echoed and bounced off of the almost endless space. “Not to mention that you’re a GOD. Humans are always going to try no matter how idiotic the idea is.”