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[okejkomputer]

guessssss whooooooo is seeing TWIGS in prague. meee. im seeing twigs in prague

[disasterbijupiter]

G Gundam side story English translation, Ch. 6 (final chapter!) part 1

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(warning that this part is a LONG one!):

● Last time:

Schwarz’s fingers dig into the barrier and begin to open it.

Schwarz: “Alright! All at once, let's GOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

The whole group puts their strength into it. Schwarz's fingers begin to spread left and right, opening a hole in the barrier.

Schwarz: “Everyone!! Do it NOOOOOOOW!!!”

Nastasha: “Roger!!”

Shirley: “New Finals gimmick!”

Zuisen & Keiun: “System circuit!!”

Raymond: “Control!!!”

Whole crew: “ON!!!!!!”

The Shuffle crew sends a transmission to each gundam.

Chibodee: “You've saved us!!”

George: “Thank you!!”

Sai Saici: “Everyone's power!!”

Argo: “We've GOT IT!!”

Shuffle: “Come on! The real battle begins now!!!!!!!”

The Shuffle Gundams are fired up with fighting spirit!!!

X X X

Schwarz: “Alright!!”

At the same time, Schwarz lets go of the barrier. Everyone is sent flying from the barrier’s recoil.

Everyone: “WAHHHHHH!!!!!”

All of them collapse with exhaustion.

Schwarz: “Thanks for your help, everyone!!”

While rushing over to look after the fallen Schwarz, Allenby calls out to everyone, and then she pulls the kunai out of Schwarz’s hands.

Allenby: “It worked!”

Schwarz: “I-... I see……… You did great as well………”

Allenby: “No, more importantly, are your hands okay?!”

Allenby takes Schwarz’s hands. However, his fingers are fine.

Allenby: “Whaaaa? I was sure………”

She remembers his fingers being destroyed in the barrier.

Allenby: “That’s weeeeird, right???”

Schwarz: “M-more importantly……… Domon! What happened to Domon!?”

Schwarz impatiently looks to Domon and the rest.

Schwarz: “Ugh!!”

However, he withstands a shock from the remaining barrier on his body.

Schwarz: “D-... Domon!!!”

Allenby: “Domon……… You mean that one?”

Allenby looks at the God Gundam.

Allenby: “..................”

Allenby is enchanted with the God Gundam.

Allenby: “Then it’ll be okay. I know it.”

Schwarz: “Huh??”

Allenby: “That gundam won’t lose!! Because it’s strong!!!”

As if it were her own, Allenby looks at it with a radiant smile.

X X X

Domon: “!!!!!”

Domon burns with fighting spirit.

X X X

Schwarz: “YES! And everyone in the Shuffle as well!!”

Schwarz looks at the Shuffles.

The Shuffle gundams burn with fighting spirit.

Dark members: “HMMPHHHHH!!!!!!”

“How can they be so enthusiastic at a time like this?!”

“What the hell is that!?”

“It’s beyond comprehension!!”

The Dark members are pushed back by the fighting spirit.

Chibodee: “Well then, a new gimmick! First of all, let me try it out!!”

The Maxter holds out its fist to the first-gen.

Chibodee: “Come and get me! Champions!!”

Chibodee assumes a fighting pose.

First-Gen: “Well said!! But this is the final one!! Take our successive generations of punches!!!”

The first-gen throws a punch, along with the past generations of champions who appear at his back.

First-Gen: “OOHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!”

Countless champion punches come for the Maxter.

Chibodee: “Heh!! In that case!!”

The Maxter’s entire body glows, and its bodybuilder-style armor begins to separate further.

Chibodee: “Open guard!! Weight reduction complete!! Measurements, CLEEEEEEEAR!!!”

First-gen: “What in the WOOORLD!!!!!”

The detached armor becomes a guard, and it deflects the champions’ punches.

Chibodee: “Right hook!! Left straight!! UPPERCUUUUT!!!!!!”

Then, while avoiding the fists of past generation champions with footwork and punches, the Maxter pushes its way towards the true form of the first-gen.

First-gen: “Three times as quick as before!! What agility!”

Knocking down the second-gen, third-gen, fifth-gen, and successive generations of champions one after another, the Maxter closes in on the first-gen.

First-gen: “Amazing!! AMAAAAAZING!!!!!”

The first-gen prepares himself.

First-gen: “But can you evade THIS?!!!!”

The first-gen throws a right straight.

Chibodee: “DON’T underestimate me!!!!”

The Maxter also unleashes a left straight. The next instant, both of their gundams collide with a tremendous crashing noise.

Chibodee had decided on a cross-counter.

Chibodee: “ARRGHH!!!!”

First-gen: “GRRRR!!!!”

The two’s punches are evenly matched.

Both of them: “GWAHHH!!!!”

In a turn of events, they’re both blown away.

Chibodee: “N-... Not yet……… This ain’t settled yet………”

First-gen: “Hmph!! It looks like the first to stand will be the winner!!”

The two listen carefully.

Chibodee: “Yeah…… I can hear it……… The 10 count for the two of us………”

The sound of a referee’s count is coming from somewhere.

First-gen: “Well then……… I’ll be the first to get up………”

The first-gen begins to stand.

First-gen: “With the last of my strength, the final blow!!”

The first-gen comes running towards the Maxter. Then suddenly, voices echo.

Gals: “Now!! Chibodee!!”

The gals lean forward and call out.

Chibodee: “GOT IT!!!!!!”

In a crouch, the Maxter prepares itself facing the first-gen.

Chibodee: “Launch rockets! Space rocket! Apollo PUUUUUNCH!!!!!”

The Maxter’s legs detach, and its body is launched by rocket propulsion.

Chibodee: “Stage 1!! Stage 2!!”

Next the waist detaches, and the body gains speed from the booster propulsion.

Chibodee: “And now, Stage 3!!!”

Next, the chest separates and gives thrust. At the same time, his readied punch aims and flies toward the first-gen.

First-gen: “What the HELL!!!!!”

With terrible speed, a mighty punch smashes the first-gen’s gundam to pieces.

First-gen: “K. O.!!!!!!!!!”

The first-gen is blown away and vanishes.

Simultaneously, the 10 count gong rings out.

Chibodee: “This is the starting signal for the Shuffle Alliance’s counterattack!!!!”

Shuffle: “YEAH!!!!!!”

George and all the others answer Chibodee’s call.

JD: “Be that as it may, I will defeat you! George de Sand!!”

The soldier gundams spread out left and right to make a path. Gundam Follow Me walks through the center.

George: “That suits me just fine!! I won’t fall behind someone like Chibodee!!”

Chibodee: “What was that!? You really do always say too much!!”

Raymond: “Master George! Be careful!!”

Raymond cheers on George.

JD: “Well then!!”

George: “Once more!!”

With swords at the ready, the two of them bow to one another.

JD: “Follow Me!!!!”

With her shout, the soldier gundams head towards George. They attack one after the other, completely burying the Gundam Rose.

George: “………………”

In the midst of this, George makes absolutely no attempt to move. Gradually, a mountain of soldier gundams builds up.

Zuisen & Keiun are watching George’s situation with worried expressions.

Zuisen: “Hmm……… JD is using that technique yet again?!”

Keiun: “What in the world could Mr. George be planning?”

Raymond puffs out his chest at Zuisen & Keiun’s concern.

Raymond: “Please rest assured. The way the Gundam Rose is now, the number of enemies is not an issue! More importantly, your Mr. Sai Saici — there’s no sign of him moving at all………?!”

Conversely, he looks worriedly at Sai Saici.

Sai Saici: “………………”

Sai Saici’s Dragon Gundam is silent, not even moving an inch.

Zuisen & Keiun: “Yes…… We really didn’t want to just use this new gimmick, but……”

Raymond: “So, what are you saying??”

When he looks more closely, beautiful butterfly wings are beginning to glow on the Dragon Gundam’s back.

Zuisen & Keiun: “This technique is Sai Saici’s life force itself!!”

Chibodee: “Whoa, hang on, what does that mean?!”

Zuisen: “Please just be silent and observe.”

Keiun: “Sai Saici, in his most glorious, once-in-a-lifetime appearance!!”

Zuisen & Keiun resolve themselves. Beside them, Raymond is surprised.

Raymond: “Aah! WHAT IS THAT!?”

Suddenly, both shoulders of the Dragon Gundam detach, forming a ring in front. Then the ring rotates, causing a taijitu diagram to emerge.

Sai Saici: “………………………”

Inside the Dragon Gundam, Sai Saici raises his willpower to the maximum.

Sai Saici: “It’s a shame, but this is the only way to win against the originator of the Wudang Sect, the Founder-sama……… even if it means trading my life!!!”

With Sai Saici’s energy, the Dragon Gundam is enveloped in a beautiful glow. Everyone is mesmerized by its beauty.

Nastasha: “It……… it’s beautiful………”

For a moment, the glow looks like a butterfly.

Zuisen & Keiun: “That’s it, the Shaolin Temple’s supreme secret technique!!”

Sai Saici: “Take THIS!! True! Meteor!!!!!!!”

Sai Saici tries to leap at the Founder’s Real Kung Fu.

Founder: “WAIT!!!!!!”

Sai Saici: “Eh??”

All of a sudden, the Founder stops Sai Saici.

Zuisen & Keiun: “Wh-... what’s going on??”

Sai Saici: “You’re……… telling me to wait……… what do you mean?? Huh??”

Suddenly Sai Saici realizes. The Founder’s energy is making him unable to move his body.

Sai Saici: “Why??”

In a low voice, the Founder whispers into the wondering Sai Saici’s ear.

Founder: “Heheh……… That technique — you’re fully aware that if you use it you will lose your life?”

Sai Saici: “O-... Of course!!”

With the founder seeing right through him, Sai Saici puts on a brave front.

Founder: “In that case, we’re done here…… I can see what would happen to me if I were to be hit with something like that. Most importantly, your life is not something to be thrown away in vain for something like this………”

Sai Saici: “So then………??”

Founder: “You win…… You certainly must have studied diligently over the long history since my time……… Oh dear me, you’ve got me beat. You’ve got me beat. One can’t win against the accumulation of time.”

Little by little, the Founder and Real Kung Fu begin to fade away.

Founder: “You’ve shown me something great………”

Sai Saici: “Founder-sama!!”

Sai Saici attempts to follow after the disappearing Founder.

Founder: “From now on…… Keep up the diligence………”

Sai Saici: “………………”

Embracing a fist with one hand, Sai Saici kowtows, and Zuisen & Keiun follow.

Sai Saici: “………………”

Zuisen & Keiun: “………………”

Chibodee is relieved at the sight.

Chibodee: “So, does that mean the Dragon Gundam’s gimmick is postponed? No waaaay.”

Nastasha: “Hmph! Secret weapons must be kept secret.”

Chibodee: “Hey now, you say that, but what about your old guy?”

Nastasha: “Hmph, if you’re interested, just watch! Do it!! Argo!!”

Nastasha swings her whip toward the Bolt Gundam.

Argo: “Understood!!”

With Argo’s voice, the top of the Gundam Matryoshka encasing the Bolt Gundam explodes, and from there a ray of light rises into the sky with tremendous force.

X X X

Dmitri: “!?”

In outer space, Dmitri is illuminated by the approaching brilliance. In an instant, he is enveloped in the brightness and vanishes.

Dmitri: “The color of the Earth is……… blue………”

X X X

Chibodee is looking blankly up at the sky.

Chibodee: “Huh? Was that it?”

Nastasha: “It’s enough.”

Nastasha is triumphant.

Nastasha: “However……… Although we’ve averted this crisis………”

Destroying the Gundam Matryoshka, the Bolt Gundam emerges from the inside. Its shoulders are melting away.

Nastasha: “It’s not something we can use more than once, is it………”

Chibodee: “Old man Argo! What in the world did you do?”

Argo: “That’s a secret.”

Argo taciturnly sidesteps Chibodee.

Chibodee: “Well, whatever, so has this one been settled then?”

Chibodee looks at George’s Gundam Rose. The Gundam Rose is being attacked by the horde of soldier gundams.

Chibodee: “Hey, hey, are you okay?”

Naturally, Chibodee becomes concerned.

George: “Heheh……… For you to be worried about me, it must look as if I’m at a huge disadvantage, right?”

Chibodee: “Are you not?”

George: “Well then, please watch! I’ve finally finished my preparations!!”

George, sword in hand, laughs fearlessly.

George: “Follow Me!!”

JD: “What?”

The soldier gundams all turn simultaneously to face Gundam Follow Me. They attack her with swords in hand.

JD: “What’s this you’ve done?!”

Looking more closely, she sees that the soldier gundams have Roses Bits lodged in them, and the soldiers are being controlled from shockwaves coming out of their tips.

JD: “I see! To think you’d retaliate using the same technique!”

JD assumes a stance.

JD: “But in the end, it’s just an imitation!! I have a way to deal with this!!”

In an instant, the mirror body clones itself, and in unison they draw their swords, stabbing the soldier gundams in quick succession.

JD: “Haha! How do you like that?! Next, I’ll deal with you!!”

Then suddenly, the Gundam Rose pushes its way through the soldier gundams and comes dashing in.

George: “Roses Shield Screamer!!!!”

Simultaneously the shoulder shield detaches, and it spins wildly along with the Bits.

JD: “What!! No matter how many clones I create, I can’t catch up with this!!”

While the shield defends against the swords of the Gundam Follow Me clones, JD is surrounded by shots from the Bit beams which come launching out from its shadow, and she becomes trapped like a caged bird.

George: “Rose Wing!!”

Taking the shield in his hand, George spins it like a helicopter, and he soars up into the sky.

George: “This is the finishing blow!!”

Gathering the Bits, the Rose launches an all-out attack from overhead the Gundam Follow Me.

JD: “Well done!!!”

The Gundam Follow Me is hit by a beam.

JD: “Farewell!!”

The Gundam Follow Me blows up.

X X X

Chibodee: “Eeugh, George’s use of the new gimmick is the most brutal………”

Chibodee watches the disappearing Gundam Follow Me with astonishment.

George: “However, if you show your hand, you can no longer use it as a secret weapon.”

George looks disappointed.

Chibodee: “Well, that makes two of us! After all, I’m the one most unable to do anything about it.”

The Maxter, which is now from the chest up, is unable to move.

Sai Saici: “It’s true! Right now, I could do aaanything!”

With a mischievous laugh, the Dragon Gundam approaches the Maxter and tries to tickle it.

Argo: “Cut it out! Now is not the time to be doing that!”

The Bolt Gundam picks up the Dragon Gundam by the scruff of the neck.

Sai Saici: “I’m just kidding!”

Then, the voices of the Dark members resound.

Dark members: “Ha ha ha ha!!”

Founder: “Quite the spirited Shuffle boy.”

Dark members: “But you all have certainly demonstrated your power.”

“It seems that your Shuffle qualifications are sufficient!!”

“Moreover, I’m sure you’ll gradually understand the rule of ‘non-intervention’ and gain self-awareness.”

The Dark members’ voices gently echo.

Dark members: “However!! It’s all about the final big challenge, Domon Kasshu! Everything hinges upon his battle!!”

Shuffles: “Yes!!!”

Chibodee and the others all shift their gaze to Domon’s fight.

(will be continued!)

[futureplayboibunnie]

‘Exhaustion’

Dr Strange x fem! Avenger! reader

SMUT SMUT SLUT SMUT

im so tired, i’m sorry if its shit pls bare w me.

omg Stephen and you stuck in a cabin forced to get along…God knows what’ll happen.

MDNI leave nooooooow.

'Stephen,' You stifled in warning and surprise, slinging your bag onto the bedroom door, 'why is there only one bed?'

He rushed to see if you were jerking his leg, to see if you were actually telling the truth and not sneaking around like a cat in the dark. He rolled his eyes and groaned as his feet found his place in the doorway of the bedroom, his eyes rolled at the sight infront of him and he let out a low exasperated groan.

'I'm just gonna make a quick call." He whisked away as fast as he came, your heart was littered with goosebumps and a shiver ran a course between your shoulder blades. You heard the richness of his voice as he buzzed against the landline phone.

'Tony, your attempts to make me play house with everyone on the team is all in vain and a waste of time. You're not that idiotic are you?' Stephen winced as the phone was nestled against his ear, his fingers pinched the bridge of his nose in a fit of frustration. His patience was wearing thin at Tony, trying to make him play nicely with everyone on the team just to torture him.

'I'm going to ignore the fact you called me stupid because I'm that generous. This all started with your inability to get along with any of us, so therefore you're reaping what you're sowing thus it is actually not my fault. See the equation?' Tony snorted back at him.

'Here's what I don't understand,' Stephen let out a dry sarcastic laugh, 'for all the others you've made me stay in the safehouse with so we could 'get along' there were two beds. Two. So why is there only one with Y/N?'

Tony huffed a laugh against the phone.

'Uhm, becuase you don't give goo goo eyes to anyone else but her. I have this feeling that she's the one that can fix you for me.’

'Fix me?' Stephen raised an eyebrow but he wasn't denying Tony's goo goo eyes comment.

'Dear God, you need to get laid.' Stephen could hear the humour play on Tony's breath, and it made him annoyed as well as self conscious. Way too self conscious about something he shouldn't even be entertaining or thinking about.

'You took our phones away, what the hell are we supposed to do for a weekend? '

'Sex. Hate-sex. ' Tony stated briefly before hanging up, Stephen heard the death of the line and felt his eye twitch after hanging up the landline.

He was frenzied and stormy, Stephen was fiddling with his fingers which he never usually does probably because he was alone in a cabin with you. He never worked in a team, never due to the pompous demeanour of his ego and his inability to harbour empathy for people he didn't like but you were more than willing to challenge him, play at his final game. The others just moaned and groaned in frustration at him and his ministrations but you playfully insulted him, no holding back, going right for the jugular when he least expected it. He couldn't help his feelings be hurt a little and he didn't like that you had the ability to do that.

And now he was here alone with you, he hadn't really dabbled with the idea of fucking you, he was slightly intimidated if anything but you could see right through him; the flaws that he was too blind to see. Tony lodged that thought into his head now and he couldn't shake it no matter how hard he tried to push it out of his mind.

Stephen went back up the stairs and he found you sitting at the edge of the bed in the bedroom. You were absolved in your own thoughts, quiet in a way he'd never seen and it stunted him. You were chewing at your lip and it piqued his interest. You were rubbing your hands atop of your thighs as if you were...impatient. He cocked his head to the side and psychoanalysed you as he does with everyone else since he had full view of you now.

Pretty. Really pretty. Pretty eyes, magnetic eyes. Lips. Kissable lips.

No. Not now. Not ever.

You were knocked out of your daze when you saw Stephen's frame by the door.

'So what'd the asshat say?' You quipped with a monotonous tone.

'One bed, gave no reason as to why.' He lied and again he feared you saw through him once again. He feared that a sweat was about to break free from his forehead when you squinted your eyes and raised an eyebrow.

You gazed up at Stephen with big doe eyes, your thoughts were running rampant with all of these outcomes. Sleeping on the same bed? No way.

'Ever slept with a real life woman before?' You crossed your arms as you questioned playfully, pondering upon socially forbidden grounds when it comes to a man you don't consider even an acquaintance.

'Yeah, lots. Made them cry in pleasure and die from exhaustion.' His mouth was forming words on their own, he didn't mean to have his voice sound as low as it did but it just happened.

You recoiled an inch until an awkward smile appeared on your face due to the misinterpretation of your question, of course he thinks he's the shit in bed. You secretly didn't expect anything else.

'I meant sleep as in sleep next to a woman.' You clarified. Stephen should be embarrassed but if anything he was feeling confident, he didn't know where this sudden surge came from but he was tapping into it.

He hadn't given in that easily, ever.

'No, no woman has ever interested me enough for me to actually stay the night.’ A massive dumbass smirk encased his face and you wanted to kick it in.

'You sure you even like women at this point Strange? Is it because you constantly lose to women such as myself?' You played your hand at flirting by disgusing it as an insult. It was fun playing this game, it's the most fun you've had with another Avenger and you were feeling your oats.

'You're unbearable.' He shot back at you with creased eyes.

'And your insults are lukewarm at least. It's almost as bad as your Avenging. Come on, what happened to you being the cold and mean big bad of the team?' You teased, mimicking the same facial expressions. You stood up and finally made your long awaited way to him.

On a whim, he immersed himself in that goal. He cqn play at the insulting game.

'I think you're a spoiled daddy's girl who doesn't take no for an answer and expects every man to sleep with her, sorry I mean fuck you because spreading your legs are easier than admitting you have no real asset or skill whatsoever.' Stephen's sly cheshire cat smile and the roaring insult made your breath halt.

Damn, but playing along is easy for you too.

'Misogyny, Doctor? Well, I think you couldn’t tell your face from your ass even if it was plastered in Times Square. " You inched closer, ‘'I think the Sanctity of Life means nothing to you, you only share your gospel of goodness onto other people so you can convince yourself that you own the moral fucking highground and that your moral compass is more intact than any of ours.’' inching closer again, ‘'You've killed people but you try to convince yourself that you're still a Doctor that wants to save people from death well guess what..? You're an Avenger now- casualities happen.’’ You inched for the final time. '’You wave around your doctorate as if it means anything to anyone, if anything I think your doctorate is compensating for something that you lack.'’ Your eyes cast down to where his dick was, you were so close to him your eyes connected like an unbreakable chain. An unbreakable bond.

'Hm.' He smirked as he let out a short exhale from his nose, staring down at you as if you were gratifying him of sorts which confused you.

"Struck a nerve?' You questioned lowly, he wasn't sure if it was rhetorical or not but it made his mind whirr in ways he hadn't stretched out before.

"Teach me then.’

'What?'

'Teach me to be a good Avenger then since you're so good at it.' He responded in an abnormally soft tone and it internally stunned you as well as confused you. He was asking you to teach him, the man that was furiously independent wanted your notes on how to be better.

You jumped at the opportuntity to give it to him.

'Fine.' You swiftly made your way past Stephen, giving him incentive to follow you down the stairs, and like the 'obedient' man he was he traced your steps along with you. He hated the way you hypnotized him, your smart mouth was something admirable as well as annoying.

'I could really hurt you, you know." He sucked at his teeth in prolonged frustration as you both found yourselves in the living room. Swivelling around, your eyes radiated a dangreously playful yet warm and welcoming glow.

He knew a plan was devising in your head, the cat chasing after the mouse.

'You're pretty shit at combat Stephen. Let's not sugar things up and beat around the bush.' You voice was laced in blatant sarcasm; this man was so full of himself in every aspect in life and you decided to make it your own pesonal mission to knock him down a peg or seventy two.

You had noticed his small smirks when he thought you weren't looking and you found it very odd considering he despised every single member on the team, it perked you up a little. Maybe he was bringing out a new side of himself. And it was towards you.

'You wound me.' He pouted in faux mockery, you were stunned by his playful attitude and the fact that he was finally beginning to loosen up, the knots binding his ego were starting to unwind. If you said that to him infront of the others he would have started yelling at you and you would have both butted heads with steamed ears entertaining a screaming match.

Without hesitation, you swung at him with a fist and he instinctively ducked.

'Show me then, show me that you can't get your ass beat by me." You breathed with a smug smile splitting your smug face in half. He hated that you were so pleased with yourself and so ready to prove yourself right, but what he hated the most was how hot you looked doing it.

'Your own stupidity is gonna get your ass beat actually.' He tutted at you like a condescending parent.

He swung a fist at you first this time and you dodged it with ease. You grasped at his outstretched fist and twisted his arm enough that made you travel to the back of him, your front facing his back. He winced in pain and to top it all off you kicked the back of his knee and he dropped to his knees on the floor.

'Fuck.' He groaned softly and under his breath, to say that it caught you off gaurd was an understatement. His voice. So deep and...attractive. Your surroundings went blurry as your eyes unfocused, you grip on him loosened.

He lit up at the feeling and stood up and elbowed you in the face a lot harder than he meant to.

Your pained grunt snapped him back to reality and he felt an overwhelming wash of guilt course through him. Stephen turned to console you and absolve himself of fault. Your hands covered your nose and the skin of it made your groans buzz and muffle.

'Oh shit, I'm sorry I did that way too hard. Let me see, is it bleeding?'

He said softly, his eyes pleading blue. His hands were placed on the sides of your arms

Annoyance haywiring through you, you shook his hands off of you and you started mumbling as you made your way to the bathroom to check if you had broken it or not. Without warning, you felt a latching and a quickfire tug on your waist. Stephen conjured an orange fuzzy Eldreich whip with a quick quirk of his fingers and made it latch onto your waist, he tugged it back a bit and it made you clumsily twirl back into his arms.

In a swift daze, the world went blurry until the only thing you could view was Stephen's stern yet worried face. It took you a while to notice that your hands rested up on his forearms to steady yourself. A surpised exhale exited your mouth, your eyebrows creased and knitted in confusion.

Your heart dropped into your lungs as his hands were placed on your waist, the whip finally dissapating into thin air to whence it came.

'I said let me see.' He clarified with the same stern tone as his same stern face. Stephen lifted his hands to touch tenderly upon your face to inspect your injury. You weren't sure if you were red because of the hit or red because of the heated blush that was readily expectant on your skin.

'It's fine Stephen.' You tried to wriggle your way out of his hold but you were stifling against him, as you felt his stare boring into you…you finally made eye contact with him once more. You blinked up at him dumbly and his hands found hospice on your waist again, your breathing became more shallow and laboured. His eyes flitted to your lips and how the parted for him so readily and you began to melt into him, your body had a mind of its own.

Stephen was done fighting the urge to kiss you to make you shut up. He felt that gravity was collapsing beneath him and the air in the atmosphere felt thicker than before. Every breath, every pupil dialation was palpable by you both. Stephen's gaze darkened and you felt more seen than ever

'You okay?' He whispered.

'No.’

You had more balls than him and made that clear by leaning in first. Your lips shattered against his and no hint of finesse was found in your midst, he mirrored your eagerness and you opened your mouth for him to taste at. And like clockwork, he did. You tasted like cherries, no doubt due to your incessant chewing of gum and he revelled in the sheer sweetness of it all. His tongue discovered a new flavour, you. And it instantly became his favourite. Your hands carded through his hair and tugged slightly making him breathe into your mouth.

You ripped your lips away from Stephens to take a much needed breath. Eyes still screwed shut, your foreheads rested against one another.

'Aren't you supposed to hate everybody?' You let out an exasperated exhale, your warm breath fanning his face.

'Yes.’

Stephen didn't give you enough time to respond, his mouth crashed against your again but this time he bent down to feel up and grab the back of your thighs to hoist you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms slung around him with no time to lose. He smirked into your lips at your forwardness, you were insatiable and it drove him mad. Completely mad. Stephen walked you up the stairs and it felt like time was moving at a snail like pace, you thought he was doing it on purpose just to torture you. You tugged harder on his hair in retaliation.

Stephen kicked open the bedroom door and placed you onto the side of the bed, you were desperate for him to just rip your clothes off already but he was enjoying the slowburn. The delicious slowburn. Being between your legs was a wet dream come true for him, he was so full of pent up frustration annoyance and arousal and he needed an outlet, he needed you as an outlet and so much more it was bordering on pathetic but he couldn't deny his need for you any longer. He was fawning over you now, lips still connected, as you were sitting on the edge and he was standing.

'Stephen, touch me.' You breathed sensually, just begging for him to finally put his hands on you. Your petty arguments all had to inevitably lead up to this moment and your patience was thinner than ever.

'There's so many things I want to do to you. Say you want me and I'm yours.’ He grunted lowly at you, his eyes met yours in an animalistic daze.

'I want you.' You clarified, slightly annoyed that you had to pump up his ego.

'How bad?' Stephen smirked down at you.

'Stephen.’ You cautioned and warned in a cold gaze, of course he wanted to drag this out and inflate his arrogance even more in the process.

'Show me how bad.' He ignored your warning.

Your lips thinned into hard line. Without thinking, you aggressively undid his belt and unzipped his pants. Stephen let out a low gasp at your actions, he couldn't believe all of this was unfolding infront of his eyes. Your eyes flitted from his crotch to his face and you knew what you wanted to do next.

You couldn't control the ferocity of your fuck me eyes. You stuffed your hand into his pants and boxers.

'Woah..Easy, easy.' He whistled as he tried to tame you but he was the one who asked for this.

'You can take it.' You gritted.

You pulled his cock out of its confines and you were irritated at the fact he was...um...huge. Secretly, you dreamed it was but now he had the means to actually be full of himself. Your slender hand wrapped around him and slid up and down with ease due to the spit you slicked him up with, each quirk of your hand sent a jolt through him. You continued to edge him with just your hand before you finally put your mouth on him. Stephen's hand grasped at the roots of your flowing hair.

'Fuckkkk.' He groaned and slung back his head in pleasure.

Your mouth was so wet and warm and your saliva was just dripping out of you and onto him. It was sensational. He was so big that you had to wrap your hand around what couldn't fit. He obviously perked up at that. You suckled on his tip and your lips were becoming raw, red and swollen. Stephen could hear you gagging and choking on him and he almost felt bad. He could feel himself about to hit his peak and cum in your mouth, he wanted to wait to cum inside of you and feel at you but he physically couldn't do it. He released himself in your mouth was a gutteral rumbling groan.

He pulled you off of him and used his right hand to pinch and cradle your face upwards to stare him right in the eye. Stephens eyes were the bluest of blue but now they were black with lust, it made you spiral. He paused.

'Swallow.' He ordered softly and the wetness collecting inside of your panties was becoming increasingly prominent, your thighs rubbed together impatiently.

Your eyes didn't dare blink as you swallowed ever so obediently and stuck out your tongue to show the evidence. He completely lost it at that. Stephen reached back and pulled off his plain tee and pushed you down onto the bed harshly and all you could do was blink up at him like a surprised idiot His hands ripped off your shirt with ease and you gasped at the filthiness of it all. Your tits were exposed to the cool air.

'No bra?' He remarked like a horny teenager as he discarded the reminents of your top. Stephen pawed at the tender flesh and twisted your nipples and it made you whine into him.

'Shut up.' You kissed him to make him stop talking, you caught his lower lip with your teeth and bit down on it as punishment, he winced in pain and you smiled like a maniac.

His hands went doen to your waist to strip you of your leggings and they came off as quick as ever due to the sheer need of his to get you naked. Your body was magnificent, a temple and he wanted to worship it every day not just for tonight. Your underwear was barely visible and he bit his lip at the sight of your unclothed long legs and clear torso, he thought he was akin to that of a child at Christmas. He ripped down your underwear and the elastic burned against you.

Stephen felt his pants tighten at the mere sight of you. Your hair was strewn delicately over the pillows and your eyebrows were knitted in tense pleasure, your eyes were glowing with desperation and frustration and it was the sweetest of views. Stephen finally kicked his pants and boxers on and his skin was in contact with yours once again. He was obsessed with the feeling.

'You look good like this.' He complimented lowly and it made you blush surprisingly.

'I want to make you feel good Stephen.' You confessed breathlessly and dear God that shit eating grin was going to be the death of you.

You moaned at just the weight of him of being ontop of you. His body was carved to such a perfect degree you where visibly mad at it, everything about this asshole was so damn attractive- even his assholery was hot. Your arms scratched at his rippling back like a carnivore, you nails dug into him and he hissed into your mouth. Your lips were so damn soft and inviting, it was like he was sewn onto them.

Stephen guided his cock through your folds and you felt your back arch into him and your skin instantly felt hotter. Without warning he rammed himself into you and didn't give you the time of day to adjust, he just needed to hammer his cock into you until all you knew and could understand was him. Your walls were beginning to clamp down on him at a faster rate than socially acceptable, any other day you would've felt embarrassed but tonight you were brainwashed with desperation- too needy to even care. Your mouth was agape in pleasure.

You felt so wet and amazing, so slippery and it was all for him. He didn't think he would've ever got you in such a situation; finally biting the bullet and fucking you instead of arguing. The scene was all so filthy. Your eyelashes fluttered as you began to screw them shut but Stephen stopped you. His hand pinched and cradled your cheeks as he continuously rutted in and out of vou at a brutal yet delicious pace.

'No, let me see those eyes.' He growled at you and as obedient as ever, you obeyed. Your eyes were connected in firey carnal passion, it all felt like something out of a dream.

'Fuck Stephen! I think I'm gonna cum.' You cried at him as your fingers intertwined with his hair and tugged harder as if that made your point get across more.

He thought that was music to his ears.

'I can't get enough of you, you're so good...feel...you feel so good." He finally spat out inbetween prolonged breaths.

Stephen bit down at your neck and that sent you spiralling into another dimension, the scream that ripped out of you was other worldly and that set him off too. All you saw was white spots as delicious pleasure and pain warped through you and as if it was fate, Stephen came alongside you too. It was all so vulgar.

He breathed into your mouth and left a quick, swift, chaste kiss on your swollen lips before ultimately rolling off and laying beside you. Mouths suddenly dry but the excessive panting. A small smug smile began to form on your face and Stephen could literally hear it.

'I think you broke me.' He quipped and you turned to face him, he tried to conceal his smirk but he failed miserably.

'You liked it.' You raised a knowing eyebrow and he hated that you saw right throuh him again.

'I'm supposed to hate you, aren't I?' Stephen's eyes bore into yours and you instincitvely raised your hand to play with his salt and pepper hair and he melted into your touch once more.

‘Well, you proved that wrong, haven't you?' You rubbed salt into the wound playfully. You finally rested your entire weight on him by slinging your leg around him and resting your head at the base of his neck. He wrapped an arm around you and you felt so safe in his arms.

'Well who am I to deny someone who looks even hotter with their eyes rolling to the back of their head.' He laughed into your hair

"Thank God you didn’t make me die of exhaustion then.’’

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dear god i got so lazy at the end 😭😭

[queenofbaws]

PLEASE write some Nick and Abi fluff I am DYING

((ask and ye shall receive! ;P ...with a bonus dylan, obvs, because we all need a wingman sometimes, right???))

six sentence sat(or)sunday!!!

“Whoop, there it is...the first of the kiddos breaking free from the confines of their own artistic strife - ” Dylan (momentarily) hit the pause button on his super slick wit, his hands sliding into his pockets and his posture sliding into a noncommittal cool-guy slouch as Nick was overwhelmed by middle-schoolers looking for high-fives, “ - what’s it like knowing you do numbers like that with the Lunchables crowd, man?”

“Not now, dude,” and Nick was off like a shot, not really jogging, but not exactly walking either, hustling his way over to the art cabin before the last of the kids filed their way out or worse...Abi finished packing up and left.

“You know, the whole ‘Oops, wouldya look at that, we just happened to be passing by and wow, is your painting class really letting out riiiight nooooow?’ thing’s gonna be a lot harder to sell if you’re actively sweating through your Jockeys.” When he caught up to him, it was immediately apparent that maybe that plan had only lived in his own head...Nick’s plan, it seemed, was just to linger outside in a vaguely casual pose, waiting for Abi, and who even had time for that? Without giving him time to react, Dylan shoved the door to the cabin wide open on its hinges, very nearly banging right into Abi in the process; “Oops,” he said, voice completely and utterly flat, his arm holding the door open but his head turned such that he could keep his eyes on Nick the whole way through, “Wouldya look at that, we just happened to be passing by and wow, is your painting class really letting out riiiiiight nooooooow, Abigail?”

Aaand just as it happened every single stinking time, he watched as Abi and Nick locked eyes, waved, traded their shy little “Hey”s and “Hello”s and then gravitated towards each other like they were hiding magnets in their pants, already meandering back down the path towards the mess hall, neither of them paying him any mind as he lagged behind them, sighing to himself, “Wow, thanks Dylan, you’re like, literally the smoothest wingman a guy could ask for...you should totally write a book or something...you’re like the ultimate camp matchmaker...”

[nothingcreativeyet]

Sabrina’s Strength & the Men of CAOS

Ok so I’m PRETTY sure I’m not the only one who’s been thinking this, but as much as I LOOOOOOVE what could possibly happen between Sabrina/Caliban (I see them as infernal equals, both new or seemingly new to hell and its bureaucratic bullshit bc it makes 0 sense but ok), as well as Harvey & Nick (now that she’s burned away her feelings for them with the candle), I’d love even more for her to focus on herself and her priorities in part 4. I know that there’s a lot of potential for her love interest in pt.4 and I can’t wait to see how that plays out, but I hope its not the center-focus again like the way it was with Nick in pt.3. I feel like Sabrina lost a part of herself trying to piece Nick back together & that’s not fair to her or her character arc. I do see hella potential for her and Caliban & its gonna rock seeing them go back and forth in pt.4 (fingers crossed), but I just want bad bitch Sabrina to not rely on her heart, but use her head a bit more often too. I can’t wait to see more bad ass Sabrina & hope the writers let her shine without using love interests as a crutch. We’ve seen what she can accomplish, I wanna see mooooore. 

(Side Note: NICK YOU LITTLE ASSHOLE IVE BEEN ON YOUR SIDE SINCE PART 1, HOW COULD YOU JUST DO SABRINA DIRTY LIKE THAT?!?!? I WANTED Y’ALL TO MAKE IT, BUT I WAS SOOOO HAPPY WHEN OLE GIRL BURNED YOUR NAME. LIVE WITH YOUR CHOICES NOOOOOOOW. why you hurt me like this nicky? plz get some actual help in pt.4 and earn your redemption arc.. i’ll always love you..) 

(Side Note to the Side Note: Caliban biting his lip when Sabrina told Nick off gave me sooooo many feels, I couldn;t breafs ofskjfkajfakjf. Also, I really don’t think y’all should take Caliban betraying Sabrina as hard as y’all have been. He doesn’t know her, didn’t grow up with her, didn’t date her, and while I do think there could possibly be something between them, he wasn’t in love with her. Mans had a goal and did what he had to do to win, Sabrina did the same.)

(Side Note to the Side Note to the Side Note: I was actually hella proud of Harvey in pt.3 & he didn’t annoy me as much as usual, so big improvement. He was really cool and I look forward to seeing his character develop more in pt.4. I still lowkey feel bad for him bc he was blindsided by the fact Sabrina was a witch and tbh I feel like he dealt with it in a realistic way most 16 year old boys would and it was unfair to compare him to Nick, but y’all do you.) 

OK RANT OVER LOVE Y’ALL

[decrescending]

initial hadestown original broadway cast recording thoughts: woop this will be long bc i HAV so much

1. HOLY SH*T THE NEW PERSEPHONE VERSE! who’s doing the best she can? persephone! THATS WHO! i dont condone alcoholism but it definitely is a consequence of hades and persephone’s troubled marriage

2. um so whats up with seph introducing herself again in our lady of the underground

3. CMON GREEN THANG lmao hermes. the cast‘s reactions here is so cute uwu. i missed the slurping tho lmao for me it made livin it up on top tHAT song

4. seph and hermes taking orpheus parts in way down MAKES SENSE yall. im 100% on board. they know what happens in Hell and the mortals dont know shit

5. BRIAN DRYE ON THAT TROMBONE HOLY SH*T!

6. You’re early. I missed ya. F*CKING KILLS ME. EVERY SINGLE TIME

7. huh they really did skip to hey little songbird me for 0.005 seconds

8. PUTANGINA GAGO AJHSHJSHJASHSKH PATRICK PAGE!!!!!! HOW IS A GOD LIKE YOU ALLOWED TO WALK THIS EARTH???? HE KEEPS GETTING BETTER EVERY RECORDING IM IN TEARS I LOVE!!!!!

9. EVA’S where are you now, orpheusss?? GUYS I CANT STOP THE TEARS HOLY SH*T im always looking forward to this part bc it SHOWS so much about eurydice’s character and this productions’s portrayal of her relationship with orpheus

10. I FORGOT TO CLOSE MY MOUTH WTF IM STILL IN GOOSEBUMPS

11. WATCHU GON DO WHEN THE CHIPS ARE DOWN??? NOOOOOOOW THAT THE CHIPS ARE DOWN? F*CKING LAY DOWN MY FACE FOR YOU TO STEP ON!!! these fates are so dang sassy I STAN

12. they sound so full and menacing SHOOT TO KILL indeed

13. eva my baby :((((((((( im gone’s gasp!!! I AM SO DEAD TOO

14. jewelle’s in her skiiiin growl and basically every line ender of this song SLAPS

15. wait for me’s opening notes!!!!! FOREVER FAV

16. mR. HERMES! really do radiate mr. sTaRK! energy

17. orpheus sings with all my heart. kill me the f*ck now

18. AT THIS POINT IM JUST SOBBING

19. who are youuu?? THE FATES REALLY PERSONIFY DOUBT™

20. ajdhasjdhashk you can hear when the set changes!

21. HERMES SINGING WITH ORPHEUS IN I AM NOT ALOOONE! F*CK I HADNT THOUGHT ID LOVE THIS SONG MORE BUT HERE WE GO

22. I’ve talked before how i prefer broadway’s wait for me over nytw’s. I STILL DO

23. THEY TOOK OUT EURYDICE’S SOLO IN WHY WE BUILD THE WALL????

24. in a way i do understand bc it singles out eurydice too much and at an outside vantage point it didnt really need to happen bc all the solo does is present eurydice’s thoughts at this point. IM STILL DISAPPOINTED THOUGH

25. asjdhfjkdh my dumbass only now realized that anything can happen on the factory floor when the foreman turns his back is about persephone’s illegal spring club lmao

26. anybody want a drink? NEVER fails to make me laugh

27. i love our lady of the underground and livin it up on top but didnt seph already introduce herself in livin? sounds redundant tbh

28. but it gets us amber aND I AM HERE FOR IT. I JUST LOVE HER OKAY

29. THIS MUSICAL NAMING EVERY SINGLE BAND MEMBER! I WILL LOVE FOREVER AND EVER! ALSO THE CAST REACTING IS SO CUTE AND SUPPORTIVE

30. BITCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOu wANT stAAARRRS????? I DIDNT KNOW IT COULD GET BETTER!

31. tell my husband to take his time hades’ infidelity confirmed :/

32. ITS FLOWERS! EVA MY BABY I LOVE YOU

33. oh no theres no growling, shes playing it softer than onstage????????

34. IM KINDA DISAPPOINTED LIKE 1% BC I LOVED THE GROWLING-REGRETFUL-ANGRY-AT-HERSELF EURYDICE SO MUCH

35. OOPS NEVERMIND HER youuUUUUU, the one who i left behind RESSURECTED ME

36. andre’s super soft road to hell intro :((((((((((((((((((((((((((( i BAWL

37. its a sad song, its a sad tale, iTS A TRAGEDY. its a sad song. bUT WE SING IT ANYWAY GODS ANAIS. This song perfectly captures hadestown’s mythical origins. I WILL LOVE FOREVER AND EVER

38. u can hear the cracking in andre’s voice in iTS A SAD SONGs and the cast! the harmonies! I STAN EVERY SINGLE ONE

39. we’re gonna sing it again and again always ALWAYS KILLS ME HOLY SHIT

40. OHMY GOD THAT WAS A WILD F*CKING RIDE lets play it again! (and again)

notice how they released the songs highlighting the four tony nominated cast members? bar wait for me, which is a CLASSIC fav. i mean i get it, even if we wanted reeve to be nominated and even if the cast wants to, MORE SO than we do i daresay, they had to make sure the nominated ones get as much exposure as they can

ALSO i really love the sentiment that hadestown’s many versions and iterations actually makes it SO TRUE to mythology. myths and stories gets passed down in yeARS and generations until we mix whats right or wrong and better or worse. somebody posted about this a long time ago im sorry i cant remember you :( but thats what makes it so beautiful!! YOU CANT JUST F*CKING DECIDE WHAT YOU WANT! we all have our preferences and no one’s is the same as the person beside them but its the same musical we all adore.

also im still laughing about this but i forgot to include it up top dANA LYN! on the vioLIN!! LMAO

[kmp78]

Funny you should mention JL cos he's in the Top 10! I mean really he is, he has a diva personality that some PAs won't touch hence the reason he has interns with him. They don't know any better. Some on that list include Margot (superstar syndrome), Leo (obvious), Jennifer Lawrence (arrogance and petty minded), Jude Law (apparently its a female issue, he loves them too much), OMg so many...

Oh Jude Law... 😣

He's so dang charming and talented but god damn he has some lady issues for real! 🙈

Best to just keep admiring him from afar and btw anyone who hasn't watched The Young Pope should do so immediately because that show was amazing and Jude in particular was just... 👌👏.

Ugh that 2nd season needs to happen nooooooow!!!! 😫

[tamiddyinyourcity]

11:59am.

Woke up in a good mood. Rowan hit me with the "whats the point of even waking up" and his tweets have bee about swallowing all of his meds at once just to fuck around and see what happens.

And now he's not responding.

I guess there's nothing to do but distract myself by writing. If the worst case scenario has already happened, then I sadly cannot stop it, due to location, and other factors....

I really wish he would find an online therapist. I appreciate him not muting me I believe, and still contacting me when he went on his no meds muting spree, and our call the other day was great. But I still of course am the type of human being to get scared at the idea of someone I admire offing themselves.

I kinda see why I worried so much about me and him before. Or like, in several ways.

I've dealt with crushes or temporary attractions to suicidal men. It ended up being really scary and risky, and well, if they died, itd haunt me.

It reminds me of when Denver was trying to kill himself. He never snapped out of it for a long time, until I had to send him a few lengthy voice messages and demand he droo the pill bottle out of his two story window and go wake up his family instead of offing himself. Since he was otherwise never going to go through things himself, and really needed assistance.

He did, and it went well.

What also went well was him immediately forgetting about me, once a more "uwu innocent" girl came along for him to obsess over.

I did like him to an extent, so I was taken aback..... but, eh. We ended up dropping contact. He seems to still be doing well with his new boo thang.

Just glad he's okay. Sucks to still, in a sense, lose the person one way or another. But him being alive and living long enough to find a girl to be happy with, than dead and never knowing what good things had been in store for him.

I should check on him sometime. And my other good friend, too. She helped me through the Patrick incident, and reached out to me after almost trying to hang herself..... i want her to be okay.

Maybe i should order her a gift, something nice. Ive got a decent stockpile of food and dont have much to lose, maybe she coukd benefit from rhat.

Brb, gonna say hey.

12:12pm.

I just want Rowan to be okay, for my room to turn out nice and clean, and for me to have positive energy in my life.

Trying to feel good as is has been difficult, and I'm only just now getting the hang of it.

Rowan's been more of a big help than he thinks. Idk, it was probably just divine timing.

Random girl online keeps tweeting about her unresolved beefs and her horndog thoughts? There he came. Pretty good timing too, since by the time I did leave the guy who I hate mentioning on here, he was around at the right time.

And by right time, I mean him going "heyyy tiddy pic for my birthday?", was at the same time I was like "damn i got all lotioned up and shaved with matching underwear under this dress for nothing, no one even got to see--OH."

A convenient way to kill two birds with one stone. (Being horny + bonding with a local internet horndog like me)

Then I'm nooooot entirely sure how we ended up present day with the talking everyday thing, but its not like one can complain. Feels good waking up to see a good morning text ready for me.

And nooooooow, I'm in that "hes either going to leave me by dying or leave me by just straight up forgetting my existence when another conventionally attractive quirky black girl comes his way". (Or just any girl in general, i noticed men arent super picky. Some people only need a jar and a toy to get themselves off, so like....)

Just, idk.

Would be great if my coping mechanism for feeling like I like a person more than they like me would be something maybe a tad healthier than "drop everything and run".

Sad thing is, its probably true.

Anyway, 12:37pm.

Slept good for the first time in ages. I ordered a mega huge body pillow to fill up that part of the bed that I keep worrying about falling off of, and phew, it worked wonders......

Now its just a "what are we gonna do today" sort of feeling. :)

I should eat soon, and I had plans to watch Parasite with Rowan, but he's being unresponsive..... So I guess I shall be unattached for the first time in ages today, and uh......

Potential things for me to do, for fun:

Steal oranges from the local orange tree and can them

Vaccuum the floor

Sing Trina at the top of my lungs to get my body active for the morning

Finally find out how to get this fucking cup out of my body i was in the bathroom for what felt like an hour and it didnt work jesus christ

Cook some eggs and food prep

Overall anything

[o0o-chibaken-o0o]

Hi there, do you have any recs for long drarry fics? I'm not very good at finding them

Hello!! I’ve done a rec list for long, slow burn fics in the past, so please check that out because I love every fic on that list to death! But OH MAN I could talk about long Drarry fics for the rest of my life, so here are some more! All very long, but not necessarily slow burn this time ;)

What We Pretend We Can’t See by gyzym (131K)- Seven years out from the war, Harry learns the hard truth of old history: it’s never quite as far behind you as you thought.This is the only one I am going to copy from the slow burn rec list, because I just want to rec it every day of my life. It is quite literally my number one favorite fic ever, and I am not exaggerating. Do you see how serious I am right now? I am never serious. This fic is so amazing it turned me serious. I’m not even going to summarize it again because if you trust me at all you will just go read it nooooooow.

Turn by Saras_Girl (307K)- One good turn always deserves another. Apparently. Of course in the middle of declaring my favorite fic ever, I had to remember Turn and how utterly brilliant it is and how I’ve reread it and it was STILL utterly brilliant the second time and have a crisis because MAYBE THIS IS ACTUALLY MY FAVORITE FIC???! Aaah help, I can never choose! Anyway, are you a drarry fan who hasn’t read Turn yet? Really? Well, in that case FUCK YOU BECAUSE I AM SO JEALOUS YOU GET TO READ IT FOR THE FIRST TIME YOU LUCKY BASTARD. *ahem* Anyway, in this amazing fic, epilogue-compliant and worn-down Harry goes to an alternate dimension in which he is happily married to Draco, owns the best pet snake ever, and makes furniture for a living (love artsy Harry

Tales from the Special Branch Series by femmequixotic (272K so far)- (Summary is from the second part of the series, which is the first long installment: Lost in Your Arms) Three months after their brief encounter, Draco has almost forgotten about Potter–or so he tells himself. Then a Dark wizard shows up on the Auror radar and all hell breaks loose. Draco will have to choose between everything he holds dear–everything he’s worked so hard for–and a few stolen moments of passion with a certain green-eyed Inspector, once his sworn enemy and now something rather different entirely. He’ll make the right choice, won’t he? Who is he kidding? He’ll ruin everything, as per usual. Bad choices and the name Malfoy go hand in hand.This series is a WIP, but a regularly updated one and the FIRST CHAPTER OF THE NEXT BOOK IS BEING RELEASED TOMORROW AND I AM SO EXCITED!!! I feel so lucky to be following along with it as it comes out, because let me tell you, this is an instant classic! There is lovely forbidden fornication between a boss (Harry) and his subordinate (Draco) (the prequel was written for the kink fest so you can bet the sex is SCORCHING), a very compelling mystery/case, and truly brilliant characterization! I identify so much with this Draco. And I also love that Harry isn’t the perfect flawless cinnamon roll he is often portrayed as in fics. Everyone in this series is very human, and I am just dying of excitement to find out what happens to them next! I know I’ve already gushed about this fic in several other places recently, and I’m sorry to repeat myself but I really can’t get enough! PLEASE JOIN ME IN ROOTING FOR @femmequixotic AS SHE KINDLY DEDICATES HER SOUL TO US ALL FOR THE NEXT BIT OF HER LIFE

Secrets by Vorabiza (395K)- Beginning with Draco’s unexpected arrival at the Dursleys, Harry’s summer after sixth year becomes filled with activity and many secrets. As his summer progresses, Harry generates several unexpected allies as he finds himself actively becoming the leader of the Light side. OMG it’s the first fic I ever read!! The fic that brought me into the fandom! I have suuuuuch a soft spot for this fic, and it is just so so so good! It’s probably my favorite adventure/wizarding war plot of all. Harry is just so confident and he embraces his Slytherin side and really Gets Shit Done, and it’s SO SATISFYING. Also, I love any fic in which Draco helps with the Horcrux hunt. Also there’s a baaaaaaby (no mpreg) and mentor!Snape, which is really nice. This fic was written post-HBP, but is SURPRISINGLY accurate in its predictions. Oh, and the sex is super hot too ;)

Checkmate by Naadi (245K)- Draco has the perfect plan to get Harry Potter and challenges him to a game of Dare Chess. But is it love, or betrayal, he has in mind? A real chess game is played throughout the story.This fic is so lovely! It’s an “alternate 7th year AU”, written after Goblet of Fire. It’s fluffy and funny and lovey and then dramatic and passionate and YEAH I LOVED IT. The real time game of chess, in which Harry and Draco take turns making “moves” (on each other) is just such a wonderful idea. Read the author’s note for more info! 

Leo Inter Serpentes by Aeternum (658K combined so far)- Just one conversation between two eleven year old boys goes slightly differently, and the world changes. Just how much will be different with Harry being sorted into Slytherin, and how much will stay the same?SLYTHERIN HARRY ALERT SLYTHERIN HARRY ALERT! Yep, a Slytherin Harry rewrite, and a REALLY GOOD ONE. Like usually I love the idea of Slytherin Harry, and then once I start reading I either find I’m bored because everything is just a repeat of canon or I can’t get into it because everyone is so OOC. But not this one! This fic is engaging and different enough from canon to be interesting and I love the eleven-year-old baby drarry friendship that eventually turns to romance! This fic also features benevolent mentor!Snape, which I suppose is either an enticement or a warning depending on your preferences. You SHOULD be warned that it’s a WIP. But the author is currently actively posting the 6th book, and I have hope it won’t be abandoned :)

Any Instrument by dicta_contrion (131K)- Draco Malfoy wouldn’t go back to England for anything less than an exceptional case. Being asked to figure out why Harry Potter can’t control his magic might be exceptional enough to qualify.Okay I have a HUGE thing for healer!draco and this fic portrayed him so so so perfectly. Harry is having complications with his magic after an operation gone wrong. So Draco comes from France and of course they can’t get together because Draco is Harry’s healer but OMG THE UST and then let me just say that when they finally do have sex, it’s the most beautiful, moving, heart-stopping sex scene you will ever read. Like, I felt it in my soul. And the character development is so compelling and there are literally no flaws in this fic whatsoever.

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Changing of the Guard by Lomonaaeren (210K)- Need a perfect stranger? Ask Metamorphosis. Harry Potter runs the business secretly and becomes whoever’s needed for each occasion. He’s not sure whether he should be more surprised, worried, or amused when Draco Malfoy comes to Metamorphosis and requests an actor who can play his boyfriend so that his parents will disown him. Yet Harry has even more dangerous choices after he creates Brian, Draco’s “perfect” boyfriend. Draco doesn’t know who Brian is, but he’s trying to find out—and now so is Harry.Aaah Lomonaaeren! Drarry writer of my dark, dark heart! And yet I know some people aren’t huge fans of her style and I don’t want to be reccing her fics all the time, so I try to keep the Lomon recs relatively infrequent. But if you are looking for long fics and you do like her style, I’m pretty sure she can keep you busy for like an entire year. This woman is more prolific than Steven King, and it’s a true blessing. As for this particular fic, Harry basically has Dissociative Identity Disorder, but he has been making the most of it by running a whoever-you-need-for-hire business. Only then Draco arrives, and Harry’s world had to come crashing down at some point and that point is NOW, and the drama is just so so good and this fic gave me ALL THE FEELS. It’s possibly my favorite of her fics :)

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I’ve been obsessed with the idea of Grog being taken over by Craven Edge pretty much since the damn thing was introduced, and after talking with @nomercivalpercival endlessly I had to write it, I have been sitting on this for months because I wrote it once and it ended at the wrong point.

I tried to take the speaking bits at the beginning from the actual episode, I may have missed a few bits though

I am a terrible person but writing this made me so happy, I love painful angst

Huuuungryyy

Grog tensed, feeling something cold crawling up his arms and into his chest, he struggles to breathe for a second or two as he tries to figure out what the fuck is happening. It’s been a long time since he felt like this, way back in the Underdark and the floating eyeball. He sags as the cold starts to fade, heat working back into his muscles as he looks down at Craven Edge. Was it smaller? It looked it…

Feeeeed….. Nooooooow

“I don’t- I don’t have anything to feed you-”

Fiiind something

Ugh. “Alright, alright, alright…” He looks up, finally taking his attention from the sword, realising that everyone was now staring at him. Shit. He almost looks guilty at being caught out, catching himself and looking at Vex in confusion. “What?… Eeeey-”

“Who you talking to, Grog?”

Its weird how easy it was to lie to them now. Normally Pike or Vex looking at him like this was enough to have him spilling his guts. It almost makes him feel bad. “I’m so hungry, my stomach’s rumbling.” He almost puts a hand on his stomach to play along with his own lies while Vex looks at him sympathetically. “Maybe I’m just-”

“Can we have our cold pack of food?!”

Grog takes Scanlan’s hopeful comment as a good distraction, dropping out of the conversation to look back at the blade resting on his legs. It had taken to long to get it looking all big and pointy, so much blood to make it look even more badass. All that work, gone. A little breather and everything was gone. His eyes still ached from the lack of sleep, his muscles pulsing in protest now the strength he’d taken had gone. He felt…… Hungry.

“-You’re stomach the boar meat?” Vex was looking at him again.

“What- My Stomach?” That’s not what he was-

“Yeah, you hungry?” He looked across at Pike, still finding it difficult to shake the image of her stuck on the end of his sword.

“Yeah I’m- I-, I would not turn down some delicious boar.” This time his hands did find their way to his stomach, he needed to eat, the quicker he did, the quicker he could go find something for Craven Edge…

He didn’t join in with the conversations while he ate, too focused on the whispering voice in his head, trying to shake off the cold that was creeping back in even though the blade wasn’t in his hands anymore. He could vaguely hear everyone talking around him, asking if they should be moving on again. He had to- He couldn’t wait any longer. Grog grabbed Craven Edge again, the voices of his friends being replaced by a rapidly growing buzzing noise.

Sooooo huuuunngry

There had to be something….

Feeeeeeed

He had to- He needed to-

I am HUNGRY

Kill. Kill him. Scanlan is the next thing he sees. Bright red and choking, pulling at the pale hands digging into his neck. Yeeeeesssss Yeah. Kill him…. He was so hungry… He knew how to fix that. The sound came back then, a blur of voices and screaming but it was the gasping and gagging from the little Gnome that made him tighten his grip just a little more. This would fix it.

“GROG!” “Holy shit- Get him off!!” “SCANLAN!”

He tensed, heard a gurgling that might have been his name cut off as something cracked. The little thing in his hands sagging, the fingers that had been clawing red marks into his arms falling away.

Come, I still hunger

That was when the screaming started, barely registering as the Goliath pushed himself to his feet, carelessly dropping the limp Gnome into the snow as he looked around for Craven Edge, the shadows twisting off to the side finally tipped him off.

Someone was playing with his toys.

The dagger that sank into his shoulder as he turned away didn’t distract him as he pushed through the snow. He wanted his sword.

“Grog, what the fuck is wrong with you?! Snap out of it! Percy-”

No one should be fucking with Craven Edge. That sword belonged to him.

Another dagger planted itself in his calf, making him stumble until he caught himself and tried to press on regardless of the pain burning up his leg. He’d just managed to get his stride back when an arrow found the wound on his shoulder from the previous dagger strike, the tip grinding painfully into the bone and making him bare his teeth in a snarl. The rage was easy to find, made it easier to ignore the voices as Grog pushed himself into a sprint, determined to get to his sword. He didn’t pay attention to people he once called family as they told him to back off, they wanted to take something important from him, take away the only thing that mattered to him anymore. He only just managed to get his hand around the hilt as he skidded to a stop, the momentum ripping it from where it had been wedged into the ground.

Gooooood, now we can feast

He turned himself round, ready to rip someone apart when an angry little Gnome planted a mace in his gut and knocked him breathless for a moment. The pain from the blow barely registered with his rage blurring everything but the hunger from Craven Edge and the desire to hurt. Grog grinned and surged forward with Craven Edge, the blade finding the jagged tear it had made in the armour during their last fight, sliding easily into the still scarred flesh. The Goliath watched as the blood bubbled from the wound and a small trickle spilled down over the breastplate before everything else was greedily sucked into the blade, a drawn out hum of satisfaction echoed in his head as he twisted his wrist to open the wound further.

I knew you would be the one to satisfy my hunger, Grog Strongjaw

The strength seeped back into his muscles, Craven Edge wasn’t the only one who’d been waiting for this. There was still a long way to go but he didn’t feel as pitiful, as weak, as he had done after his rest, this was a step in the right direction at least. He’d been so distracted watching the blade feast that everyone else had been forgotten, it wasn’t until a searing pain in his already damaged shoulder that he remembered he still had a fight on his hands. He tore his eyes away from Craven Edge to look at the damage, having to adjust him grip as the blow had almost made him drop the blade, his shoulder had been blasted open, flesh gaping over ruined muscle and bone while blood poured down his arm and back, soaking into the fur of his belt and gauntlet.

He’d been so distracted watching the blade feed that he didn’t register someone taking another hit against him until he felt the searing pain in his already damaged shoulder, almost making him drop Craven Edge. Finally he tore his gaze away from the sword and looked at the damage he’d taken from the hit, the flesh on his shoulder had been blasted open, a large chunk missing and a bit of bone showing through the ruined muscle, blood now pouring down his arm and soaking into the fur on his gauntlet. He looked passed the damage to find the source of the hit, settling on the human who’d been messing with his sword. It was all too easy to listen to the whispers in his head, urging him to teach him a lesson for sticking his pasty nose where it wasn’t wanted.

Ignoring the near blinding pain in his shoulder Grog hefted his sword into the air, grinning at the wet gurgle as the Gnome slid further onto the blade in her gut. He gripped the hilt hard with both hands and brought it down quickly, hoping he could throw the little body off the blade and right at the one who shot him, as cool as it looked she’d only slow him down. It was a little disappointing when she just slid off and thumped into a limp pile on the snow in front of him, still alive though, if the harsh breathing was anything to go by, she was a tough little thing. Not wanting to waste anymore time, he stepped forward, straight onto the prone body on the ground, hearing the popping of bones and a harsh yell of pain as the armour buckled under his weight.

Let us take them apart, make them fear us while we feed

The rage burned brighter and Grog launched himself forward with a frenzied roar, letting the hunger take hold as he lost himself in the fight once again.

The first one to go down was the Ranger, he almost cut her in half when she failed to scramble away from him in time. Closely followed by her brother who’d gotten careless once the other one stopped moving, he got in too close with the daggers and hadn’t been able to dodge the heavy hit of the hilt that caved in his skull. It took him a lot longer to finish the other two, pure spite driving them after seeing the rest of their family die. He finally got the other woman, getting her in a hold and taking advantage of the antlers to wrench her head to the side with a satisfying crunch. For the human, the one who’d messed with Craven Edge, he had wanted to take his time and make it last but eventually settled on forcing the sword through his mouth, seemed like a good end to someone who liked to mouth off so much.

The fight had taken its toll on him too, bloody holes had been torn into him by those damn bullets, the one in his gut was the worst, he was sure he could see stuff he shouldn’t be seeing and one of his legs was almost useless since that sneaky half-elf had tried to hamstring him. He was a mess and it was only the strength he’d managed to absorb that kept him on his feet while he raided what was left of the campsite for any left over potions or food, for anything at this point, anything to stop the hollow ache, to stop the whispers that clawed at his mind and echoed in his ears.

Huuuungryyy....