#fic for me

[crimeronan]

the princess luz au titan timeline has inflicted me with a Mental Image about the super murder. now you gotta have it too.

There is a loud thud behind Belos, perhaps more of a clank, but he can't risk turning his eyes from the traitors before him, not until he's finished with them. Another thud, and the traitors freeze, their heinous gaze drawn past him. Several heavy clinks, something cracks, and the floor shakes beneath his feet. The throne room's heart beats in double time. The wretches are now distinctly looking up, and something bright forces his shadow to the far wall. Compelled, he turns around. That fool The traitor His own daughter Luz A demon wearing her face is standing there, something harsh like the sun glaring over its head. It stares at its claws in perverse fascination. The air swells as it turns them over, multicolored lights forming and dancing along in time. No, not just lights. Pictoglyphs. It swipes its arms downward, and the pictoglyphs are splattered across the floor like water from a washbasin. The thing actually giggles, and its voice is closer than any impostor he's ever heard, if only it weren't for the shuddering weight which ripped through the castle at the sound of it. The thing finally looks up. Luz meets his gaze. Her face bleeds into a frown, into a sneer, into fury, then into something cold as ice. She puts one clawed foot forward, and the ground buckles beneath her feet. Another, and the crack left behind mends itself with an octarine glint. The closer she comes, the farther away she must have been, for he cant help feeling smaller and smaller beneath her. Something new flares to life behind her horns, and if it weren't for those damning symbols, he could almost mistake it for a halo: a perfect ring of citrine light, broken only by her own silhouette and the pictoglyphs swirling along its path. After another few steps, a second ring is formed, the same symbols swirling in the opposite direction. Another step, another ring. And another. And another. And another. Soon, his entire vision is filled with them, arcing back and forth and around and around behind her, all as if to force his eyes toward her encroaching face. She comes to a stop before him, and he cranes his neck to see her wicked, fanged glower. Rage overtakes him, and he thrusts a sharp arm at her neck, but it's stopped by a blinding burst of black, inches from her face. He can't feel that arm anymore. "What is the meaning of this?!" he bellows, indignity at his daughter who would dare to defy him, to deny him not once, but twice, today alone. "You've Angered The Titan," she explains, voice like a distant eruption. The impossibly vast spell sweeps out from behind her, under her feet, under him. "You've Angered Me," she amends, a building's collapse. The spell accelerates in its turning, the pictoglyphs melt into their circles, and the circles draw themselves together, until all that remains is one solid, golden ring around his feet. "Goodbye, Father." A flash of light, and he ceases to be.

AYOOOOOO HOLY SHIT I'M KICKING MY FEEEEEEET

DOING THIS FROM BELOS POV IS SO GOOD AND YOU'VE NAILED THE NARRATION SO WELL.... that fool the traitor his daughter luz..... the shift from it to she..... this description of luz coming closer and closer..... you've angered the titan. you've angered me!!

get his ASSSSS. oh this is so fucking satisfying and good. EATING IT FOREVER FOREVER FOREVER THANK YOU....

[definitelynotshouting]

The salmon swam in a slow, lazy circle.

It would drift up, close to the shoreline, then turn, and batter once more against the world border. Sand and seagrass would stir in its wake, before settling, and the cycle would begin anew.

Grian could do nothing but watch it.

Wasn’t much else to do.

Up, shoreline, down, border.

It seemed cruel, to let this happen. To watch this salmon swim in its tiny pool of water- trapped in a loop it can’t escape.

It had been just upstream, a few days ago. It had hovered just outside the world border, before slipping inside- seemingly without even realising what it was getting itself into.

Without even realising it had doomed itself, with that one, fatal mistake.

The salmon suddenly switched, changed its path, and started looping in the opposite direction.

Down, border, up, shoreline.

Maybe it’s lonely. It’s been stuck in that section of the pool for a while, after all. Alone.

Maybe it’s hungry. Grian can’t imagine there’s much in the way of food down there. Yesterday, he gave it some bread crumbs. He only has two loaves left, now- acacia biomes never had the best land for farming.

Maybe it’s scared of Grian. He had been watching it for a good few hours today. He would be scared, too, in its place. Confused. Bewildered. Overwhelmed. Panicked.

Because it was so free, just a couple days ago. It could swim as far as it wanted up and down the riverbank, with all of its fishy friends. Now it was trapped. Alone.

Naïve little fish.

Has it even realised that its freedom is gone? That now it’s stuck here- forever powerless, under the scrutiny of a creature that won’t give it pity?

Has it even realised that despite all of its suffering, it will never gain anything?

…

Grian does not bother naming the salmon. In a few days, he will run out of bread, and the wheat will not have grown.

The salmon will be cooked crudely in a furnace, with sticks used as fuel- and Grian will ration its remains until the next crop harvest.

Then he’ll ration those crops until the next poor victim wanders in.

And then the cycle will begin anew.

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uhh same anon as the one that sent in that other snippet (minecraft soundtrack headcanon). assuming i actually remembered to send in the other one.

i dont know?? what i ate?? to write this?? like am i cooking or is it just almost 1am and i need to Go To Bed.

in my mind the parrallels and forshadowing and implications are all on a corkboard being tied together with red string. the dots, ive connected them. its been salmon all along

THIS HITS ANON I TRULY LOVE THESE SNIPPETS.... insanely flattered to be receiving them for hunger au 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 it really is all about those repeating cycles, huh. Smth smth the cycle of not only violence but also loneliness and isolation. And theres something so haunting about the idea that his hunger started even before he became a Watcher

[des-no9]

My friend wrote an absolutely amazing, beautiful, feelsy and hot fic with Lae'zel and Vanquish :>

If you've read any of my Voss/Vanquish fics you'll have seen there was some tension between Vanquish and Lae'zel over Voss in the picture and my friend wrote them well, 'working it out' so, so well and so, so hot!!!!

Please, please god enjoy

[bluejay757]

[bamsara]

"youve already written that trope" yesss. i like it a lots. i will be writing it again. 1000 stories of the same trope over and over again for ten million years

[noelledeltarune]

EVERY SINGLE DAY there are MILLIONS of characters in their late 20s who get falsely accused of being father figures to teenagers when in reality the description of "weird older cousin" or "step-sibling that moved out before you were born" is 1000000x more apt

[frownyalfred]

thinking about the expert masseuse Alfred hired for the family that is paid a small fortune annually to provide massage services and ignore so, so many things. No questions, no remarks, just quality service and an ironclad NDA that, if broken, would probably topple said masseuse’s entire family line.

Things Alfred is paying them to ignore, in no specific order:

Bruce’s spinal hardware courtesy of Bane :)

weird amounts of muscle on everyone, even the kids (despite them allegedly not working physical jobs)

scars

FRESH scars

the fact that every joint in Bruce’s body clicks when moved/manipulated at the tender age of 42

Olympic athlete level physiques

rotator cuff injuries across the whole family

scars that are definitely from bullets and/or acid splashes

old signs of what looks like torture (Bruce)

Dick’s entire left arm is basically screws and plates (he “fell really bad” once)

every single family member takes deep tissue massage with max pressure with 0 complaints

calluses

no really, the weirdest fucking calluses

[cupids-fiction]

god bless anyone who comments on ao3

[ao3-anonymous]

What in the fanfic hell is this?? 😂😂

[sirtouchstarved]

nonononononnononononononon- PLEASE NONONONONONONONONONONONONONONPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASPELPSALSLEPLAPSLEPALPPLEASPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE

PLEASE NO NOT NOW NOT LIKE THIS, BELOVED PLEASE, PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME LIKE THIS I'M NOTHING WITHOUT YOU

[crimeronan]

"What were you to me? I don't remember your face. I can barely remember your voice. Or what I think MAY have been your voice."

Hunters face is one of unguarded despair. Luz thinks he looks like a cross between a lost puppy and one of the soldiers from that war documentary she'd watched with Vee and mama last night.

In short he looked like total crap

The mystery boy took a long time to respond. A clear internal debate about how to answer raging across his eyes

He takes a deep breath in and looks at Luz with the kind of love and unflinching adoration she'd only ever seen from Camilla.

"I was...yours."

He looks away. Almost nervous to say the next part. Like he's not sure if it's true.

"And you were mine"

Luz lowers the knife in her hand to stare at him open mouthed

"Dude. Were we fucking MARRIED?!"

He openly snorts at that. Sitting back down on the old couch to look at her again.

" A lot of people thought so, but no. It wasn't like that."

"So what then? Oh god it wasn't some fucked up royal slave shit was it? I know I was a princess. That much is obvious"

He levels her with the closest thing to a glare he's had since he got here. She realized it was the first time he looked at her with any kind of disapproval

"No Luz. I was not your titan damn slave. Officially I was captain of your guard. But we didn't really think of it like that."

Luz lowers herself to the floor across from, the (mostly useless) knife sitting in between her knees.

"Ok ok. So how DID we think of it?"

"...we were the only people we could rely on."

okay first of all WAUGH and second of all: "dude. were we fucking married" made me CACKLE IRL. i can hear it in her voice....

hunter being so deeply offended and annoyed that even like THIS she's still worrying about his autonomy. So Good. all amnesiac luzes know is be bisexual eat human food and get anxious about their social power....

hunter being so earnest in the "i was yours" and so nervous in the "you were mine"... reoreughh. i'm chewing off my hands. luz please don't think i'm gonna be possessive and evil i just need you to know this went both ways!!

i love them. I Love Them.

thank u for this gift.

[pixiemage]

Please, for the love of god, please don’t be this person. No matter how long it’s been since an update, no matter how many unfinished stories are sitting on their account, no matter what - do not be this person.

Not only is it insanely rude, but you also do more damage than you think be being such a self-entitled ass about something someone created for free and for fun. “This author” can see what you say.

RIP decency indeed.

[happy74827]

Oh the Deadpool tag is trending? I wonder why—

… oh

[heywriters]

If you want to write a dumb little story with a dumb little plot and ridiculously silly characters. No one's stopping you. Genuinely, no one should be allowed to stop you. Write that dumb story with your whole heart and don't hold back.

[nartothelar]

THIS IS BEAUTIFUL AND IM CRYING

Respite

I saw @nartothelar 's tags on this ask and I ended up listening to Under/tale (the song from the soundtrack) in loop while writing this. I also teared up while typing.

This is just a small ficlet about how Ingo might feel when coming back from Hisui, hope you guys enjoy!

The laughter carried over as Ingo moved from the living room to the hallway, the slight smile on his face wouldn’t go away, he could hear the teasing and joking between Emmet and Elesa growing fainter, but still loud enough that he was thankful for the thick walls, they already had enough noise complaints as it is.

He missed that. His heart pounding in his chest from how hard they laughed, his cheeks red and eyes watering, their smiles, an arm thrown over his shoulders, a poke into his side that became many when he showed annoyance, his own answer in the form of relentlessly tickling until his brother begged for mercy or kicked him, whatever came first. He missed their voices, their company, he didn’t know at the time what it was, but he knew it was lacking.

Now as he was passing the hallway to his room, on his way to grab a photo album that Emmet reminded him of, something caught his eye. He turned to the wall and saw his reflection, staring at him in the mirror that Elesa said would look nice in there when they first started furnishing their apartment.

Ingo looked and saw the scars, old and new, each with a different story behind them. He saw the small patch of beard that he was going to shave off but Emmet did make a joke about it, so now he was keeping it out of spite, for as long as he could. He saw his eyes, still with eyebags right under, despite the last nights bringing the best sleep he was sure he had in years. He saw his hair, a bit wild, longer than he ever kept it before, in a cleaner and more put together state than he was able to keep it back in Hisui.

Since he came home he still had a hard time breaking the habit to avoid mirrors. He knew now why he did so back then, he knew that his reflection reminded him of Emmet, he knew that the differences reminded him that it wasn’t Emmet and that Emmet wasn’t there. It hurt, he couldn’t remember why, he just knew it hurt.

Now it was different. Emmet was here, in the living room, spoiling Gliscor rotten, getting annoyed at Elesa’s puns, smiling harder than Ingo knows he has not smiled in years.

Ingo looks at his reflection and he sees Hisui, he sees Mount Coronet, he sees Lady Sneasler, he sees the Pearl Clan, he sees the friends he made, the fights he fought, the hardships and the hurt.

Ingo finally looks in a mirror and despite everything, he sees himself.

Despite everything

It's still you.

[rafeandonlyrafe]

whatever you want

words: 1.5k

warnings: 18+ only, smut, ab riding, tit fucking, semi public sex, established relationship, cumming in mouth, mentions of future and past sex, lots of talk about rafes muscles, reader is kinda described as having big (or at least decent sized) breasts, lots of banter can these bitches just shut up and fuck oh my goddddd

“again.” you call, almost sounding drunk despite being completely sober.

rafe sighs, rolling his eyes, but the side of his lip quirks up, unable to hide how much he likes your fascination.

rafe flexes again, his arms bulging and pecs tightening. you reach out, smoothing your hands over the hard muscles.

“you're so strong.” you coo, sat on rafes lap despite the hot temperature of the day, which resulted in rafe pulling his shirt off.

"you're acting like you've never seen me shirtless before.” rafe says with a chuckle.

“shh, let me appreciate you.” you shake your head. sure, you've seen him shirtless plenty of times but rafe was bulking up for summer and it caused all his muscles to be deliciously defined.

“alright, whatever.” rafe flexes again, not going to argue too much when he has your hands obsessively touching every part of his body.

your hands move down to his stomach, fingers running over his abs. “if you let me ride your abs, i’d let you do whatever you want to me.”

“you-” rafe places his hands on his hips, sitting up straighter. “you want to ride my abs?”

“yeah.” you nod, quirking your head to the side. “you know, like rub my pussy against them.”

“shit, do it right now.” rafe looks down at your short shorts, barely covering more than your underwear does.

“yes!” you squeal out, hopping up and tugging your bottoms and panties off, not caring that you’re in the backyard and anyone could theoretically come by. “lay back.” you instruct.

rafe lays on the couch, smiling up at you as you climb on top of him. “you’ll have to flex for me as im doing this.” you inform rafe, placing your pussy on his abdomen. “especially your pecs.” you poke his chest.

“you’re such a slut for my body.” rafe chuckles, hands coming to your hips, pushing you further down, feeling your wetness as your thighs spread even more open.

“i can’t help that you’re so sexy.” you shrug, hips starting to move back and forth in a slow rock, carefully building up the pace, wanting to enjoy being sat on his stomach.

you lean forward, placing your hands on his chest for stability, pressing your clit further against his muscles. rafe flexes his muscles and they harden underneath you.

“rafe!” you squeal. 

“i guess you like that, huh?” rafes hands squeeze at your hips and lift up, placing you harder back down on his stomach. “oh, you like that too.” he smiles as he bounces you again and you moan out.

“i really like that.” you hum, eyes struggling to stay open with the pleasure, but you want to keep your eyes on rafe beneath you. its rare he lets you take over like this.

you moan as you both bounce, using your knees to go up and down while rafe assists so you don’t get burnt out. 

you pull your top off, revealing the bikini top you’re wearing underneath, ready to go swimming whenever you’re done playing with rafe, needing to get in the water on this sweltering day.

“jesus, your tits are perfect.” rafe smiles as he watches your chest bouncing, sitting up to rub his face in between your pushed together breasts, the bikini top holding them tight together.

“not as perfect as yours.” you giggle, hands squeezing at his chest, palms over his nipples.

“don’t call them tits.” rafe rolls his eyes as he lays back, head against the cushion.

“well, whatever you wanna call them, i fucking love your muscles. your pecs-” you squeeze your hands again, digging into his soft flesh until rafe flexes and they harden. “your biceps-” you move your hands, and rafe flexes again, his muscles bulging. “your abs.” this time you press your pussy down, rubbing against the contours and ridges.

“you’re lucky that you offered to let me do whatever i want to you otherwise i wouldn’t have agreed to this.” rafe smirks.

“oh yeah?” you raise an eyebrow. “what are you gonna do to me?” there’s truly nothing rafe could do to your body that wouldn’t bring you pleasure, you glow just under his attention alone.

“fuck your tits.” rafe smirks, eyes moving down from your face to your chest. “as soon as your done, right here for anyone to see.”

“damn, you could do anything and you don’t want to fuck my asshole or tie me up?” you laugh, expecting something more from rafe.

“you’d let me do all that whenever anyways.” rafe pushes your hips down, grinding you against him. you moan and lean forward, your hands coming back to rafes chest. 

“keep doing that.” you whimper, eyes sliding closed as your mouth drops open, moans filling the air and being carried away by the wind. 

rafe keeps moving, the veins in his forearm flexing as your wetness spreads over his abs, coating them in your slick, allowing your pussy to drag even easier.

“im-im close.” you warn, swallowing thickly.

rafe grunts and increases his hold, tightening his grip on your hips so you can’t slip loose, grinding you down as he flexes his abs, the hardness rubbing against your clit making you moan out, body falling forward as you cum hard, shaking as rafe lets up on you, hands loosening and moving to rub your back.

“fuck.” you whine, snuggling into his chest, letting your hips drop down, feeling rafes hardness pressing against your stomach.

rafe starts to move as you cry out, not ready to do anything more than close your eyes and feel his warmth against your cheek.

“come on, brat.” rafe chuckles. “i wanna fuck your tits while you’re all spaced out from your orgasm. you know i love you like this.” 

you hum a sound thats close enough to agreement that rafe flips you so you’re underneath him, laying on your back on the couch as he stands.

“you’re so gorgeous like this.” rafe says as he undoes his belt buckle, then pushing his pants and underwear down, his hard cock popping up.

“wanna taste.” you whine, eyes still droopy.

“nope.” rafe shakes his head. “we made a deal. i know you like to taste me, but im fucking your tits. take your top off.”

rafe pulls at the strings of your bikini, flinging it away to reveal your pink nipples to the sunlight.

“fine, but will you at least cum a little in my mouth?” you pout as rafe kneels on either side of you, glad that the outdoor couch is big enough for all of these activities.

“sure, baby.” rafe chuckles, just another way of showing how desperate you are for him.

rafes hands land on your tits, palms rubbing on your nipples, feeling them harden against his palms, not unlike when he was flexing his muscles for you earlier.

rafes hands move to the sides of your breasts, pushing them together. “god, you look so fuckable right now.”

“yeah? gonna fuck me later then? maybe out on the boat hm? after you’re done with my tits?”

“the boat, the bed, the counter, the shower, im gonna have you everywhere.” rafe bends down to press a kiss to the tip of your nose.

you smile up at him, a lazy, tired smile. rafe angles his hips down, the head of his cock pushing against the underside of your tits before slipping in between them.

“oh!” your eyebrows raise, surprised at the unusual feeling, but certainly not disliking it as he begins to move back and forth.

“shit.” rafe grunts. “fuck.”

you swat rafes hands away, pressing your tits together for him. rafe leans forward, hands landing on either side of your neck, his face contorted in pleasure directly over yours.

you look down, eyes watching the head of rafes cock appearing and disappearing between your breasts.

“this is- this is fucking good.” rafe grunts, moving faster. “im- im not gonna last very long.”

you stick your tongue out, rafes cock just long enough to hit it with the tip of his cock as he thrusts. you relish the taste, pulling your tongue back into your mouth every couple thrusts to spread the taste.

“thats it, baby.” rafe moans, one hand moving to your mouth, two fingers pulling at the side of your lip, spreading your mouth wider.

you moan out, tongue open and ready for his cum. rafe fucks forward as fast as he can, just like he does your pussy when you spread your legs wide for him.

“cumming.” rafe manages to say as he surges forward, burying his cock in your mouth as his hand wraps around his length, stroking up and down as he reaches his high, cum spurting into your mouth as you happily swallow.

rafe moans slowly die out and become quieter until hes pulling out of your mouth. “get up my legs are about to give out.” he says quickly, and you barely slide off the couch before he collapses.

you giggle and climb on top of him, pressing kisses to his cheek as his chest heaves up and down.

“im guessing you liked that.” you rub your thumb over his bottom lip.

“yeah.” rafe smiles, his eyes sliding shut.

“so, boat ride now?”

“jesus, woman give me a second.” rafe laughs, pulling you into a gentle kiss.