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sumzysworld · 2 years ago

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Seokjin× oc /reader ,abo fic arranged marriage courtship to finally in love stages ,maybe a display of abo dynamics and possessiveness that comes with it ,Jin isn't usually protrayed as the possessive type so i really wanted to see this version of him,maybe scenes of their life together ,okay i have demanded too much ,please go ahead and weave your magic ~Grindelwald

Hey, Grindelwald Anon! Hope you like this. It's been a while since you asked but here you go

Seokjin x OC

A/B/O dynamics

Lucky you're mine.

Warnings: misogynistic world, stereotypes, corporate assholery, heavy putting, Seokjin is a dreamboat

You must really thank your stars, you were lucky.

Lucky that the one your Alpha parents zeroed in was him,

Lucky that he listened, genuinely

Lucky that he took an interest in your ideas

Lucky that he took you seriously

Without belittling you even once.

And most of all,

You were lucky because he was so nice.

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There was no way you could predict how your relationship with your Alpha would go. Giving a laundry list of Prince Charming rules was ridiculous.

You thought of the relationships you saw, the marriages that resulted, your own parents' example... and eventually went back to them with just one word. He needed to be a considerate man.

Your parents looked at each other thoughtfully. Consideration wasn't something they could tick off like a questionnaire. They had to dig around slowly.

To be honest you were surprised he showed up at your arranged dates, considered you on his radar, and when he finally confirmed to both sets of parents that, yes, he would be courting you seriously with marriage in mind.

You probably spent a good number of days in disbelief.

Not that you had much experience in courting per se, that was left to your more personable omegaean compatriots

Maybe it was the way the schmoozing put you off or the underhanded conversations you heard all too often around Alphas, berating omega for being cunning, manipulative, seductive, getting under their skin...all while having omegas to go home to. They assumed you as a kid wouldn't really understand. Who knew you'd take it to heart?

So yeah, you made a concerted effort to do something else since then. Building up a serious interest in architecture as a kid, sitting long hours perfecting this design and that, you eschewed social occasions

It was of no surprise that your social skills sucked big time.

Your father's connections helped you get an internship at an architecture firm once. An experience you looked forward to, a chance to finally be seen and design something meaningful at scale. And so you worked your ass off, only to find that work was simply given to you to keep you busy. That the ones responsible were somebody else, confident alphas, personable betas, who'd already dealt with everything and raised their eyebrows in surprise when you turned up with a significant chunk of work.

They'd gotten a bit convinced since, and gave you minor tasks since then. Sometimes, you were called to the table, but that meant nothing really. You realised you were simply a vase there. And the grown boys' club was not much different from the ones you overheard through childhood really

You couldn't help but be a bit suspicious. Why you, when he could have all the trophy women he could ask for? His chiseled perfect looks, dry sense of humor and considerate behavior made him nothing short of a prize catch.

So yes, Seokjin was extremely different. And that left you feeling a bit off kilter.

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It was custom for Alphas to give significant gifts to the omega they were courting. You had often seen entire instagram pages dedicated to the gradual unveiling of ostentatious monstrosities that would leave said alpha puffing satisfied, and omegas squealing.

Seokjin handed you an envelope.

It was a job offer as a junior architect at Min & Park, an upcoming architecture firm known for their avant garde bohemian work in the city.

You thanked him with a smile.

Your smile became genuine when you walked into Min and Park with your portfolio and simply got brushed off by Mr Min brusquely with a "we'll talk later, take that and get to work" and before you knew it, you were presenting your design to an appreciative firm and an even happier client later.

When you recounted the experience to Seokjin (he insisted you start calling him Jin, but you needed to earn that, right?), he gave you a happy crinkled smile, telling you that Min and Park were like that, known for being less talk more action.

It suited you just fine.

Your dates weren't typical. Long hours at work would typically tire you out and you'd step out in the dark hours of the night to find Seokjin leaning against his car, nursing a smoke - the first vice you saw in him, not counting his terrible jokes.

He'd take your bag, head to some quiet spot in the city where he'd present you with a box of mouthwatering packed food, and you'd stare at the twinkling skyline, bellies full, content.

If life could be like this...it would be bliss.

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You didn't know too much about Seokjin's own background, to be honest. Enough to know he was a founder turned director in a Multinational food firm, had very particular habits and by God, was he one of the most considerate alphas you'd met.

He didn't impose, didn't boss you around and expect you to fall in line, listen first...

And when he fixed his warm dark eyes on you, looking at you as though you, the uncoordinated socially awkward potato, were the most fascinating thing on the planet,

You had no reason to say no to him really.

His family...was different.

His father too had a large firm (you were surprised to know which firm), and his mother was a former beauty queen (you found it odd that she approved of you, but yes, sometimes miracles happen and you can't question them)

His brother had his own restaurant. And all of them were wildly eccentric.

And in reality you were shocked by the amount of freedom you had. Most omegas had ti report their every move to their alphas who organized and coordinated their daily lives to the T. Sometimes you wondered if it was because of come kind of obligation, or maybe Seokjin didn't care that much.

You chalked it down to being a no-threat potato and that was that. You weren't the trophy mate material.

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So you were pretty surprised at what transpired.

It started small.

A project came in for Min and Park, and they deemed you good enough to handle it on your own. Apparently the prospective clients saw your work and felt it to be just their style.

So you'd labored over the design and the proposals with Mr Min and proudly appeared to present it to the clients.

Walking into a boardroom filled with crisp suited alphas and betas was a bit intimidating. The air clogged with their vibes and you noticed a significant shift in the air as Mr Min passed the Mike to you when your turn came to present.

You chugged on, trying not to buckle under their intense stares.

Soon, you got separated from Mr Min as he was led away to handle the contract and you were left in the room to answer their questions about the design. You were surprised at the particular attention Mr Yi, the clients' rep started showering.

You considered this project your first professional win. But once you got to work, things took a turn.

Mr Yi and his team were never satisfied. They'd pull out issue after issue, backtrack on things they previously agreed on, which led you to repeatedly meet the client time after time, often poring over things in their offices late into the night.

Seokjin expressed his dissatisfaction a few times. It wasn't safe, he said. You tried to pacify him, saying it was for your career and you didn't merit special treatment by virtue of being an omega.

When you weren't outside your office for the fifth time in 2 weeks, Seokjin's patience ran thin.

He found out who your client was, and went livid.

You found him waiting for you outside the client's office, in a full suit this time, looking grim in the dead of the night. You'd been laboring over some new revisions alone with Mr Yi's team and working holed up in a room with a bunch of alphas like that left you frazzled.

You wanted nothing more than to have a hot bath and get those scents off you.

Descending the stairs to meet Seokjin as he looked pissed, eyes fixed on you and then moving to Mr Yi standing behind you, gaze hardening.

With a firmly set jaw, he grabbed onto yiur elbow, pulled you close and wrapped his arm around you, tucking you into his side.

You couldn't see the staredown they had, gazes set for a good few moments before it appeared Mr Yi walked away first, the click of his footsteps dying out in the distance.

When you raised your head questioningly, he nosed along your temple to soothe your concern.

There's nothing to worry about, sweet girl. You'll be okay, he said to you.

I'll give him something to worry about, he thought darkly to himself.

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Instead of taking you to your place he brought you to his.

An understated luxurious bungalow surrounded by a tall treed yard, it's levels evening out in the distance. You hardly had time to marvel at its lovely architecture before he ushered you inside a cozy bedroom, brought out a set of pajamas and a big towel, and ushered her into the bathroom.

Pushing her against the sink counter before the mirror, he cupped her face jn his hands, eyes closed, forehead resting against hers, breathing deeply. This was probably the one instance she noticed Jin being a bit overbearing.

"______, I'm sorry. Just..."

"Did it bother you? At the clients' place?"

He didn't answer, continuing to breathe deeply. She knew they'd touched on something sensitive.

The silence continued for another while before he replied, "...you're okay."

She felt grateful for it. For not touching upon that boundary.

His hands travelled down her shoulders to her elbows, before he leaned in to a serious, powerful kiss, traveling over her lips, breathing her in and not letting go.

His kisses travelled down her chin, her cheeks, as she gasped, leaving tiny nibbles and locks down the column of her throat, nearly blanking her out

She didn't register when he moved them both into the shower, letting hot water cascade down their clothed selves as he busied himself with kissing her, up her jaw, cheeks , hair and back to her lips again .

She softened and yielded, as he got busy unbuttoning them out of their sopping wet clothes, thr water washing away unwelcome scents engulfing them in each other. He didn't let go of his embrace through out.

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Jin prided himself in his self control. He was an alpha of values and would rather defend his promises over something momentary.

She worked hard. He'd be an asshole to ruin it.

But the sight of his fiancee curled up next to him in his hoodie and shorts, blissful in dreamland, bearing his hickeys and seeking him out instinctively in her sleep loosened a knot in his chest he didn't know was there. The feeling of her soft skin the look in her widened eyes before she yielded imprinted themselves in his mind.

They didn't go too far last night. He was yet to throw her a massive wedding, and give her his mark, after all. He made up some excuse with her parents to have her stay over.

He was SO going to make her keep his Hoodie.

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The next meeting you walked into you were surprised to meet a new Client Rep.

He informed you that Mr Yi unfortunately had to be pulled into a bigger project so he will be taking over instead.

It was one of the smoothest meetings you had with them.

And as you walked out of their office with your approvals in record time, you caught a glimpse of Mr Yi and his boys' club, holed up in a glassy conference room, red faced, ties askew, clearly in big trouble.

The logo of a major food brand on their desk caught your eye.

Things go full circle.

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irisseireth · 2 years ago

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LMNOPQ for the fic ask?

So many letters! Thank you ❤️

L: How many times do you usually revise your fic/chapter before posting?

Two or three times at least, and I like to ask someone else to check it for me as well. Having a good beta reader is important for me.

M: Got any premises on the back burner that you'd care to share?

Oh, so many! One I keep rotating in my mind is a 5 + 1 times Gil-Galad talks to someone else about his dad, plus the one he talks to him. Based on my current brainrot theory of Gil-Galad being Andreth and Aegnor's secret child. I care about Gil-Galad a lot, no matter his parentage, but this adds so many layers to his character and his story.

N: Is there a fic you wish someone else would write (or finish) for you?

Oh yeah, a fic I started back in 2007? 2008? And I haven't touched since 2017. It has 14 published chapters and 3 more in drafts, but I just don't have the muse for it anymore.

O: How do you begin a story—with the plot, or the characters?

Usually with a particular concept, an idea, or situation I want to put my blorbos in.

P: Are you what George R. R. Martin would call an "architect" or a "gardener"? (How much do you plan in advance, versus letting the storu unfold as you go?)

I think I'm a bit of both, but mainly an architect. If I don't have a general idea of the plot, I am much more less likely to finish something. This is why I jot down all the ideas before I start writing, just so I have a plan of where I want the story to go. But I do sometimes end up changing the plan, as the story grows and I change my mind on which characters I'll need for a particular scene, or think of something I want to include. So a bit of both, but mainly an architect.

Q: How do you feel about collaborations?

I'm open to them! @montalais is trying to get me to fanfiction our rp threads, so if we get around to doing that it will be my first collaborative fic. We also started drafting a Boromir lives!AU years ago but we haven't worked on it for a long time.

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allwaswell16 · 5 years ago

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This is a fic rec of 30 of my favorite friends to lovers Larry fics as requested in these asks. To be honest, I had even more because I love this trope, but I stopped here for now. But maybe I’ll do a part two at some point. You can find my other fic recs here. Please leave kudos and comments for the writers!

･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜Happy reading! ･*:.｡..｡.:*･゜

💛 Own the Scars, @crinkle-eyed-boo (E, 144k, addiction au, angst with a happy ending, hurt/comfort, addict Louis, med students Harry and Louis, overdose, rehab, nouis/zouis/lilo friendships, lirry friendship, starts with Tomlinshaw relationship, slow burn, smut)

💛 California Sold, @isthatyoularry (M, 123k, famous/not famous, famous Harry, singer Harry, childhood best friends, fake/pretend relationship, publicity, coming out, demisexual Louis, fluff and angst)

💛 I’ll Fly Away, @juliusschmidt (E, 122k, friends to lovers, childhood friends, small town, bisexuality, coming out, friendships, American H&L, angst with a happy ending, smut)

💛 nobody shines the way you do, @butyouneverdo / wildestdreams (E, 115k, fake/pretend relationship, fwb, fluff, smut, pining, emotional abuse and infidelity but not between H&L, angst)

💛 thinking about the t-shirt you sleep in, @absoloutenonsense / nonsensedarling (E, 52k, a/b/o, omega Louis, alpha Harry, uni au, mutual pining, emotional hurt/comfort, friends to lovers, scenting, nesting, fluff and angst, financial issues, smut, bl)

💛 How Fast You Fall, @kingsofeverything (50k, E, uni au, friends to lovers, roommates, sexual tension, porn, smut)

💛 Need So Much of You, @lululawrence (NR, 46k, canon divergent, fake relationship au, famous/famous, coming out, solo artist Louis, solo artist Harry, friends to lovers, fwb, pining, bed sharing, cudding, banter, off screen smut, emotional)

💛 Faking It, @donotdialnine / TheCellarDoor (M, 46k, uni au, fake/pretend relationship, childhood friends, pining, practice kissing, embarrassment, first time, smut)

💛 Forget the Silent Nights, @londonfoginacup / LadyLondonderry (T, 44k, advent fic, friends to lovers, roommates, kid fic, pining, fluff, Christmas)

💛 fondre ton absence, @scrunchyharry (T, 41k, amnesia au, historical, WWI, first love, soldier Louis, sick Harry)

💛 I Just Want You to Stay, @sadaveniren (E, 34k, Advent fic, a/b/o, alpha Louis, omega Harry, friends to lovers, fwb, fake/pretend relationship, mutual pining, misunderstandings, kidnapping, heat, bonding, angst with a happy ending, world building)

💛 Remind Me Again, @gaycousinlarry / momentofclarity (E, 28k, roommates, architect Louis, flower shop owner Harry, light angst, fluff, smut, communication of thoughts and feelings)

💛 You Might Want To Marry My Husband, @all-these-larrythings / Rearviewdreamer (24k, NR, friends to lovers, minor character death of Harry’s husband, grief, moving on, emotional support/comfort)

💛 No One Like You, @myownsparknow / myownspark (20k, M, historical au, friends to lovers, artists, art history, Paris, painting, letters)

💛 UN(RE)SOLVED, @boldbabe / feermartsant (E, 20k, Buzzfeed Unsolved au, friends to lovers, ghost hunting, banter, humor, oblivious Harry, Harry pov, jealous Harry, smut, bl)

💛 Just Say Yes, @goodmorningtoyouuniverse / gmtyuniverse (NR, 19k, fake relationship au, fake marriage, uni au, American Louis, British Harry, fwb, friends to lovers, proposal)

💛 blend into my favourite colour, @rainbowninja / rainbowninja167 (T, 19k, coffee shop, social media, tumblr, fandom, uni, pining, fluff)

💛 From Christiania with love, @sweariwouldnt (NR, 18k, Christiania: Denmark, friends to enemies to friends to lovers, drug use, police in training Louis, police raid)

💛 Anybody Have a Map?, @2tiedships2 (NR, 13k, abo, alpha Harry, omega Louis, friends to lovers au, NYC, pining, heat)

💛 Talk Dirty To Me, @briannamarguerite / BriaMaria (E, 13k, roommates, dirty talk, humor, smut, alcohol, costumes)

💛 a fire in us, @hereforlou (E, 12k, soulmate au, friends to lovers, long distance friendship, phone sex, masturbation, soulmarks)

💛 Take Your Time, @laynefaire (T, 11k, roommates au, friends to lovers, pining, light angst, fluff, Christmas, Christmas gift, emotional hurt/comfort)

💛 On the Cover of the Rollin’ Stone, @alivingfire (11k, T, punk au, friends to lovers)

💛 Enter the Rose Garden, @angelichl (G, 10k, a/b/o, alpha Harry, omega Louis, cuddling, falling in love, soft heat, clingy Louis)

💛 Woke Up Feeling Knotty, @jaerie (E, 8k, a/b/o, alpha Harry, beta Louis, blogging, knotting, friends to lovers, mistaken identity, friends with benefits, bl)

💛 Spin Me Like A Record, @zarah5undercover / zarah5 (T, 8k, uni au, roommates, fake/pretend relationship, jealousy, pining)

💛 Your secret’s safe with me, @lightwoodsmagic (M, 7k, royal au, architect Louis, fanboys, Prince Harry, famous Zayn, friends to lovers, fluff, pining, humor, kiss, no smut)

💛 Heartbeats in Time, @forreveries (NR, 6k, friends to lovers, high school, first kiss, indie music, fluff, realization of feelings)

💛 Roses in the Rain, @louisdaffodil / theweightofmywords (M, 5k, friends to lovers au, fwb, Georgia, angst with a happy ending, bl)

💛 my favourite colour is you, @velvetnoodle (M, 2k, friends to lovers, childhood friends, love confessions, pet names, oblivious Harry)

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turtletotem · 4 years ago

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If he wanted you, he'd ask for you

A/B/O fic for Cherik Week! Set post-XMA, or... almost-post-XMA. A little over 2k words.

Erik thought things had been going well.

He, Charles, Jean, and a team of architects were elbow-deep in plans to rebuild the mansion, with certain enhancements; it would all happen very quickly once it began, but had to be planned down to the centimeter, first. All the students who could be sent home safely had gone; the remainder, along with Charles and Erik themselves and a smattering of other adults, were staying in a camp of startlingly luxurious tents down the hill from the mansion site, alpha and omega students kept separate by the larger section of betas in the middle. No one had commented on Erik and Charles sharing a tent; everyone was sharing with someone, and if Hank McCoy had muttered something under his breath about keeping enemies closer, Erik had chosen not to hear it. He knew he had plenty to make up for.

But he was making up for it, he thought, in some small way. Helping with the students, helping with the mansion, helping Charles. It wouldn't bring back the entire city of Cairo, but nothing else would, either, including his death. Those were Charles's exact words, over a chessboard in the privacy of their tent, when they talked about the diplomatic efforts Charles was making on his behalf, and the scars inside Erik's mind where Apocalypse had used some form of persuasion power to steer Erik, Storm and the other horsemen in the direction he wanted them to go.

Erik had thought that too much had happened between them for him and Charles to ever return to the easiness, the deep understanding and connection they had once had, before everything went wrong. Instead, he was shocked speechless sometimes by how much of it was still there—and how much more of it he could feel waiting, behind scars and defensive walls, inaccessible now but still there, if they could find a way to bring it out of hiding again. They slept in their separate beds on opposite sides of the tent, but small touches were beginning to reappear—fingers that brushed as they passed a dish, hands clapping shoulders to celebrate a good joke or small breakthrough. Three days ago, Erik had dared to swipe his palm across the newly bald expanse of Charles's head and call him Professor Eggsavier. Charles had laughed and pushed him off, letting their hands linger together.

The next day, Charles moved into another tent, alone.

He hadn't explained it beyond a casual mention that they had a spare now that the Letson twins had gone home after all. He hadn't reacted to Erik's surely visible dismay and hurt, had acted like he didn't hear his stammered questions. He had simply disappeared into the other tent, and not come out since.

"You don't think someone should check on him?" Erik demanded, at the little outdoor kiosk that mostly served as Hank's office.

"He's fine." Hank sounded baffled by Erik's anxiety. "He's keeping in touch," he gestured at his temple, "any time I need him. He just wants a day or two to himself. Heaven knows he's earned it."

"Of course he's earned it, but you don't think it's out of character? He's not the kind of man that just takes a day or two to himself, he's always up to his eyebrows in everything that's going on—"

"What would you know about it?" Hank said irritably. "When have you ever been in his life for more than a month at a time? Leave him alone, Erik. If he wanted you he'd ask for you. Now if you'll excuse me, I have work to get done."

Talking to Raven was just as frustrating.

"Let me get this straight," she said, barely looking up from the math tests she was grading, because somehow lessons had to go on. "The man you've nearly killed multiple times, who is putting his neck all the way out trying to get you pardoned by multiple governments for the unforgivable shit you did in fact do, and that we can't prove Apocalypse manipulated you into doing—this guy has made himself somewhat less accessible to you, and you consider that some kind of emergency?"

"He's not 'somewhat less accessible,'" Erik snapped, "he's basically disappeared! He hasn't come out of that tent in three days now, not for anyone or anything. Not for Storm's nightmare, not for Carlo's broken arm, not for a potentially disastrous supply problem with the construction—"

"You make it sound like he's ignoring everyone! We've heard from him whenever we needed to." Telepathically, she meant. And they had, everyone had. Except Erik. Erik hadn't heard a word. "Leave him alone," Raven said, pinning him with a gold-eyed glare. "He'll come out when he's ready. You're the last person in the world who should push him."

She was probably right. But Erik was an old hand at ignoring good advice.

The fourth night, he dreamed that Charles was calling for him, calling for help. When he woke, there was nothing—no psychic echo, nothing—to indicate that it was anything but his own dream. He got out of bed anyway, and slipped through the camp to Charles's tent.

He felt resistance as he approached, a telepathic shield trying to turn him away. But Erik was too accustomed to the feel of Charles's telepathy; he wouldn't say he was immune to it, but he had the ability to question it, counter it. He clenched his teeth and pressed forward, into the tent.

It was silent inside. Erik stood still, letting his eyes adjust to the darkness, more complete here than out under the stars. Nothing seemed strange or out of place; the tent held all of Charles's expected belongings, his wheelchair waiting by the bed where Charles lay still and peaceful.

Too peaceful. Too still. Absolutely nothing unexpected. And telepathy was still buzzing at the edges of Erik's mind.

"You're altering my perceptions," Erik said. "Stop it. I don't know what you're hiding, but I'm not leaving until I find out."

"I could make you leave." Charles's voice, his physical voice, hoarse and strained; so the image of him asleep in the bed was definitely an illusion.

"Do it, then," Erik said, and waited.

After a moment, he heard a sigh—half-agonized, half-relieved—and the illusion melted away.

The tent was a shambles, Charles's books and papers randomly piled if they weren't thrown around the floor. The bed was a mess of tangled sheets, Charles sitting up against the headboard with his face flushed and chest heaving, and everything was heavy with the smell of—

"You're an omega," Erik breathed, staggering back against the wall of the tent.

He had never once considered that Charles might be an omega—and wasn't that strange in and of itself? Charles clearly wasn't an alpha like Erik himself, but Erik had always assumed he was a beta; betas were more than twice as common as either alphas or omegas, and his scent had never hinted at anything else. It wasn't as if Erik really cared. His feelings for Charles would have been the same, beta or omega or fellow alpha, and anyone who wanted to argue about it could meet the sharpened point of Erik's favorite paperclip. It didn't matter, but—some deep instinctive alpha part of Erik was thrilled beyond words, was already thinking about things like bonding and scenting and children, they could have children—

"I once hoped that my paralysis might at least mean being spared this," Charles said, panting and dashing sweat irritably from his eyes, "but it only makes it harder to ever—be satisfied."

"You're in heat."

"Yes, thank you, I am an omega in heat," Charles snapped, "do you have any other obvious facts to share with the class?"

"Why did you hide it? You've hidden it all this time—or do the others know?" They'd been so unconcerned with his withdrawal into solitude…

"Only Raven," Charles said. "I keep the rest from suspecting…" He tapped his temple. "As for why I hide it, I think you have enough of a brain to speculate."

"There are certain disadvantages, yes," Erik said slowly, stepping closer almost involuntarily, "but to go to these lengths…?" It had been hundreds of years since omegas were treated as chattel, decades since they faced serious prejudice. One might still encounter the occasional tasteless joke or even raging bigot, but that hardly seemed like enough to make an out-and-proud mutant live a lie.

"These lengths," Charles said bitterly, "ensure that no one tries to take advantage of my heat. No one can abuse what they don't realize exists."

Erik stopped, only a few steps away from the bed now. Charles's scent, sweet and smoky, was intoxicating—but his words had a dampening effect on any desire Erik felt. "Take advantage," he repeated. "Charles, who took advantage of you?"

Charles didn't answer, not aloud, but images flickered in Erik's mind of a stocky, brutish young man with greedy eyes. Erik had never seen him, but if it was who he suspected, Charles had once described that young man as having a mind that had never once thought of anyone but himself, in all his life.

"Your stepbrother," Erik said.

"He was an alpha," Charles whispered. "He knew what I was before I did. Only my powers kept him away—mostly. Usually."

"So you learned your only safety was in hiding." Erik didn't realize he had come closer again until he saw his own fingers trail across Charles's hand. He tried to pull back, but Charles caught his hand, held it tightly. His skin was fever-hot, and Erik's body wanted desperately to answer that fever with his own. He swallowed, forcing himself to stillness.

It was still incredible to him that he'd never known this. He'd shared Charles's bed for weeks, before Cuba—but an omega experienced heat only two to four times a year. Luck, good or ill, had kept Charles out of heat during that time, and during their brief reunion in Paris a decade later. His scent should still have given it away, but Charles was uniquely situated to disguise that, not in physical fact but in everyone's perceptions of it.

"So you've never had anyone," Erik said, "to help you through a heat? No one?"

"No."

"That sounds miserable."

"It is." Charles laughed blackly, writhing half-consciously against the headboard. He was, of course, naked—Erik couldn't imagine his skin tolerating clothing right now—and in a state of arousal intense enough to make Erik wince even as the sight made his mouth go dry. How much could Charles feel, there, now? He knew Charles did have some little sensation in that area, and with the increased sensitivity of heat…

"You're staring," Charles said.

Erik forced his eyes away. "Yes. I'm staring because you're beautiful."

"Beautiful? This is beautiful?" He had never sounded more bitter and broken, not even in the plane on the way to Paris.

"It could be." Erik looked down at their joined hands, where his thumb was stroking the back of Charles's hand, gentle as breath. "You have someone to help you now. If you want me."

"If I want you? You could be anyone right now and I'd want you! You understand that, don't you? Of course I want you, someone, anyone—but I can't trust anyone—"

"I can't do anything to you that you don't want," Erik said, tapping his own temple. "Everything's in your hands, Charles. You can even wipe my memory afterward. You could even wipe my memory right now, send me back to my bed with no idea this conversation ever happened."

"Give me one good reason I shouldn't."

Because you took my hand. It was too delicate to say aloud; Erik knew Charles would hear him regardless. You let me see the truth, and you let me take your hand.

Charles pulled him down and kissed him.

In the morning, Erik woke sore and exhausted and contented down to his bones, at peace in a way he couldn't remember ever feeling before. The windows in Charles's tent were tied shut, but sunlight peeked around their edges and glowed faintly through the material of the tent itself, giving the space a sepia haze of morning. Charles was breathing slow and even, nestled against Erik's chest. His heat had peaked and broken, sometime during the frantic passion of the night. Charles had been overwhelmed enough to cry with sheer relief. That had never happened before, apparently; he'd always had to endure days of the heat slowly withering and trailing off, unsatisfied.

Thinking of it, Erik couldn't help tightening his arms around Charles and brushing a kiss against the crown of his head. He hated that Charles had suffered so much, so unnecessarily. Hated that he might suffer just as much again, next time, without Erik…

"That's up to you, love," Charles said sleepily, and Erik looked down in surprise.

"What?"

"Whether you're here next time," Charles said. "That's up to you."

"You're not going to wipe my memory and send me away?"

Charles snorted. "I don't think it would work now even if I wanted to. Or haven't you noticed we're bonded?"

"Is that what that is?" He could feel it now, the subliminal hum between them, the way their scents mingled together, the deep rightness of Charles's skin against his. Bonding wasn't the be-all and end-all that the poets tried to paint it as, Erik had known that for years. But… everyone agreed it was nice. If this was what it was, it felt nice.

"Look at that smile," Charles murmured, tracing fingertips over Erik's mouth. "I wasn't sure I'd ever see that smile again."

"You can see it anytime you want," Erik said, and drew him in for another kiss.

#cherik #my fic #CherikWeek2020 #tw: referenced noncon

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vigilantedekus · 4 years ago

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I second the whole alphabet for apathy-

well if two people ask what can i do

A: How did you come up with the title to Apathy?

His whole thing is not caring about anything. just like how i did not care to think of a better title

B: Any of your stories inspired by personal experience?

Im pretty sure all of my readers can tell that im depressed

C: What member do you identify with most?

Aizawa bc im tired

D: Is there a song or a playlist to associate with Apathy?

When I wrote the first three or so chapters I was listening to the Jubyphonics cover of Yellow so thats connected in my head

E: If you wrote a sequel to Apathy what would it be about?

There is going to be an Apathy sequel and most of what ive vaguely planned is the overhaul arc

F: Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

I like any and all group chat snippets bc i think theyre funny

G: Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order?

I write a majority of it in order but i do write a few scenes in my planning channel so i dont forget them

H: How would you describe your style?

Prose heavy

I: Do you have a guilty pleasure in fic (reading or writing)?

im always a harlot for bamf izuku

J: Write or describe an alternative ending to Apathy

Seeing as its Not Finished i cannot

K: What’s the angstiest idea you’ve ever come up with?

Thats A Secret!

L: How many times do you usually revise your fic/chapter before posting?

The most i think ive done is like rewriting a chapter 4 times.. usually i revise it once or twice and then let my beta point out anything else i missed

M: Got any premises on the back burner that you’d care to share?

GOD THERE ARE SO MANY. RAVEN, CAMO, HERMES, NOMU, SCARFBOI THE LIST CONTINUES

N: Is there a fic you wish someone else would write (or finish) for you?

I think a Maximum Ride au should be created

O: How do you begin a story–with the plot, or the characters?

I always get the ocs/characters down before moving to story

P: Are you what George R. R. Martin would call an “architect” or a “gardener”? (How much do you plan in advance, versus letting the story unfold as you go?)

i barely ever plot anything

Q: How do you feel about collaborations?

they sound fun in theory but i am a perfectionist and dont wanna get a collab project and then take over bc i want it to be just like i see it in my mind. That being said I did make a demon slayer genshin au with my two kids

R: Are there any writers (fanfic or otherwise) you consider an influence?

@jello-fello is the reason i write fanfic at all

S: Any fandom tropes you can’t resist?

Im A Harlot For Found Family and Hidden Strength

T: Any fandom tropes you can’t stand?

highkey hate genderbend fics especially when its only Izuku and they change his name to Izuki that is not a NAME you cant just ADD AN I AND ASSUME THAT MAKES A NAME FEMININE

U: Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much.

insert the author support group here (jellofello, amberquartz, lclghost, fairyficwrites, Nonbinari_Goat) bc theyre all amazing and also i love them

V: If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?

Im looking forward to the apathy sequel :)

W: Do you like more general prompts, or more specific ones?

general prompts give me too many possibilities but v specific ones can often stifle me. Im picky

X: A character you enjoy making suffer.

I love torturing Izuku!

Y: A character you want to protect.

Mei will never be hurt

Z: Major character death–do you ever write/read it? Is there a character whose death you can’t tolerate?

AIZAWA? DONT KILL HIM. HES DOING HIS BEST.

#apathy au #apathy #asks

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carryonsimoncarryonbaz · 4 years ago

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Sorry if you've already answered these, but P, L, and O (I love talking to writers about writing).

I haven’t answered these so thanks for asking me @dearestbella!!

L: how many times do you usually revise a chapter/fic before posting?

Um. So. My first drafts for chapters or one shots usually get written without any significant revising at all until they’re actually finished. Then I give them a once-over for continuity, plot, and spelling. If I’m using a beta reader then it gets tweaked if needed after the beta read and then one more spellcheck/word check before I post it. If it’s not being beta read then it usually gets an in depth look-over by me once the first draft is finished, then a second look for continuity and grammar/spelling.

Thanks to weird Ao3 formatting stuff when I copy/paste my fics into their text box I usually have to skim the entire text again for spacing errors and to make sure my italics and bold fonts have carried through. I may make some minor revisions then, if something strikes me.

So basically two revisions and a proofread?

O: How do you begin a story–with the plot or the characters?

Since I mainly write fanfic when I get an idea for a plot it usually is based on the characters I’m planning to write it for–so for example I think about a coffee shop AU and I sketch in the characters I want to write about. I have written a bookshop AU fic based on Simon and Baz from Carry On, but I also have a bookshop AU for two characters from Tolkien’s Silmarillion (Fingon and Maedhros). The two fics are completely different–because of the characters–but the idea for the plot usually comes to me first, for the fandom I’m currently writing in.

P: Are you what George R.R. Martin would call an “architect” or a “gardener”? (How much do you plan in advance, versus letting the story unfold as you go?)

So I would say I lay out a general design for the garden but I don't know exactly what I'm planting where. I get an idea for a story line and I usually jot down some notes. Then I start writing the story itself. Sometimes I know exactly where I want to end up and the middle is the tricky part. Other times I know the general plan but the story takes me places I didn’t quite expect as I go along. So I’d say more of a gardener overall. Sometimes the characters just decide to do certain things and I just go along with them to wherever they take me.

thanks so much for the asks! These were great questions!

send me an ask from this list!

#follower asks #cscb answers #writing ask meme #writing #my writing #asks #fanfic #stories

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ao3feed-larry · 1 year ago

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No Easy Love (Could Make Me Feel This Way) / Traducción

by UsaguiGolden

Nunca ha habido nadie para Harry excepto Louis.

Siempre había pensado que su amor duraría para siempre, a pesar de las presiones de la sociedad sobre una relación alfa/alfa.

Cuando Louis rompe con él y se muda a Chicago, de repente se queda atrás para retomar los pedazos de la vida que una vez compartieron.

En lugar de seguir adelante, encuentra razones para mantener a Louis en su vida y, en el proceso, comienza a reconstruir lo que salió mal.

O una au Alfa Louis/Alfa Harry donde tienen una segunda oportunidad de hacer las cosas bien con el amor de su vida.

Words: 18240, Chapters: 4/4, Language: Español

Fandoms: One Direction (Band)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson, Zayn Malik, Gemma Styles, Ed Sheeran, Mentions of - Character, Niall Horan, Liam Payne, Jay Deakin, Tomlinson siblings

Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson

Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Alpha, Exes, Exes to Lovers, Alpha Harry Styles, Alpha Louis Tomlinson, Midwest, Chicago (City), Angst with a Happy Ending, Jealous Louis Tomlinson, Mutual Pining, Fountain, Angry Sex, Fashion Buyer Harry, Architect Louis, alternative universe, Childhood Sweethearts, Childhood Friends, smuy, Explicit Sexual Content, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Knotting, Lingerie, Getting Back Together, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics

via AO3 works tagged 'Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson' https://ift.tt/YvfHs34

#larry stylinson #larry fic #ao3 feed larry #No Easy Love (Could Make Me Feel This Way) / Traducción #<

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smallcrystals · 4 years ago

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P,L,OG, for the ask game :))

plog 🤪

P: Are you what George R. R. Martin would call an "architect" or a "gardener"? (How much do you plan in advance, verses letting the story unfold as you go?)

i'm gonna be honest, i'd say it depends on the fic? drabbles unfold as they go most of the time. i think sometimes, my drabbles get a little too out of hand and they end up as like . 4k fics. and since they started as drabbles, they basically unfolded haha

but for fics that are actually full 10k+, i do attempt to outline them! the process is kinda messy lol but as long as i understand them, it's good! outlining gives me that organised feel which motivates me to actually write the goddamn thing. buuut they are a drag to get through lmao

L: How many times do you usually revise your fic/chapter before posting?

i am an irritating perfectionist which means if i find a typo in my writing after i posted it, i get so pissed at myself 😭 i try my best to revise a chapter/fic but those little shits keep passing by, i swear to GOD

i'd say a good 4 times or so before posting. i have a friend who beta reads for me and another who edits whenever she has time!

O: How do you begin a story—with the plot, or the characters?

definitely the characters. the way i write my stories is focused on the character and what goes through their minds, they are the ones who move the plot along anyway.

i think if i tried to begin the story with the plot, i would always end up going back to the characters. even subconsciously. it's just how i write SJFKS

G: Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order?

most of the time, in order. i tried doing it out of order when i was writing camp flirt because i hit a major writer's block but. that ended up not working 😭 i had to rewrite the goddamn thing. but!! at least it turned out good! (i think sjfksj)

if i write it out of order, i think it might mess with my head for a bit. if it goes in order, i can experience the story with the characters if that makes sense? even if i do know what happens, i don't know exactly what emotions the characters are going through.

as in, sure, Timber feels like absolute shit about his parents' death. that's what it says in my outline. but how so, how does he feel about his parents, what memories does he recall? i could write all that out in my outline but i think for me, writing flows more easily when i have the foundation and i build up myself.

(that spoiler was for a drabble, not a fic by the way, i'm not spoiling any fics i have in the line-up >:3)

#ask tag #writing #rasa speaks

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sagemoderocklee · 4 years ago

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I usually being a story with an inciting action. it does tend to depend on the story, and i think an inciting action needs to do two things: bring into clear focus the immediacy of the moment and highlighting either the main character or the plot. i usually like to drop ppl into the middle of the action, moreso than like a gentle lead in with exposition because i think it’s more suited to the kinds of stories i write. i tried to do that with TAoL but my beta at the time and my roommate both felt I needed a prologue so instead of starting right off the bat with Gaara being arrested, it started off with some mild exposition and a close up of the overall atmosphere of the world and Gaara in particular. however, Alliance I started off with the action:

I’m a fan of this beginning because it’s immediately obvious that the stakes are high. It throws you right into the plot without any preamble.

Similarly, I didn’t that with Subsumed in Blue:

but with this fic it serves also as a character moment and highlights the emotional gravity of this story. this isn’t an action story. it’s a story about duty over love, it’s bittersweet. it’s a tragedy. so the inciting action is a quiet up close shot of a contract and the reality of Gaaras future.

obviously there are all kinds of ways to start a story, and i’ve definitely done the slow lead in that highlights the character without anything big happening—that usually happens in stories with lower stakes, mostly my AUs. anyway this was a long winded way of saying: it depends lol

I am both, but I lean heavily towards architect. when i write, i have to have everything laid out. i tend to start with like a summary so i have a loose idea of what the main beats are, then i’ll start writing. after i’ve gotten a bit into the writing i usually go back to that architect stage where i lay out what each chapter will look like with a scene-by-scene breakdown. i also take super extensive notes and make timelines and maps for the more complex stories, like Allied Nations and TAoL.

the only story that i was more of a gardener on than architect was Gate of Dreaming because that was all stream of consciousness and there were very few scene breaks. i do think that you need to allow yourself to do both—gardening allows for things to feel organic, but architecture allows for very intricate plot threads. i couldn’t write TAoL without the latter, but i also wouldn’t have gone in the direction i did with for instance Shikamaru without the former. i couldn’t write GoD at all without gardening, but I still need the structure of architecture to execute it flawlessly.

i’m a sucker for (enemies to) friends to lovers, of course. i think that ones always interesting especially if you do start off with enemies because it’s a challenge to believably build a friendship and romance from that.

i’m also a big fan of hanahaki, though i feel like i don’t see it often and definitely haven’t seen it executed well as often as i’ve seen it executed poorly.

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