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grandwitchbird · 7 months ago

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A bunch of people who never read the novels are already crawling out of the woodwork to share their opinions(tm). But “I know the legend of the Witcher and the Witcher girl,” and I got you.

Consider this a highly specific explainer of some of what makes The Witcher novels interesting for those thinking of jumping into W3 or the novels now that 4 is in the works. My interests lie in what stories are doing and how, so this is analytical and not just a summary or reference guide. Wikis exist for that, and if you want to experience the characters you gotta go read the books. No real spoilers because I’m not focusing on plot here.

The Witcher novels are a very cool exercise in dual protagonists driving a convergent narrative operating on two distinct literary frequencies.

Geralt spends most of the books chasing Ciri in some capacity. He’s the man on the ground, getting stuck in personal problems and more ‘realistic’ situations and intrigues (sometimes your friends are also vampires; don’t be weird about it). His world overlaps with the mythic realm, but the sense is that he’s a regular person who keeps ending up in mythic situations. He approaches problems like the professional he is. He’s our guy. But he’s basically just a guy. When he tries to be a hero things tend to go really badly for him.

Ciri is a child of prophecy who befriends unicorns and gets roped into space elf dynastic disasters and visits camelot. She’s also trying desperately to get back to Geralt and Yennefer, her very normal parents. Her world overlaps with the mundane because she’s Geralt’s daughter by choice. She has to study swordplay with her Witcher family and practice magic discipline with Yennefer, but her problems are operating in the realm of myth and folklore. She’s perceived as the holy grail by men who want her power for themselves, a vessel to own and fill with a child. This is a misrecognition, and she remains beyond their grasp because Ciri is really the noble hero Geralt always wished he could be. When people forget that, things go very badly for them.

These two are also a split reference to Elric of Melnibone’s personas. Geralt is the White Wolf and Ciri is the dimension-hopping champion eternal. Their shared role is very consciously designed. Also just about everything is some kind of literary metaphor here.

The Narrative World

Let’s look at what the world-as-narrative is doing and how Witchers function in it.

The Continent exists on a fantasy world where realities have converged, and it greatly resembles Central Europe in its cultures, conflicts, and references. We’re talking Germany/France to the Russian border. This is an area that’s been repeatedly invaded from all sides for millennia. The convergence of spheres operating metaphorically as waves of invasion and overlapping cultures does quite a lot for the story in terms of conflict and setting up an interplanary reality. It also means that everyone is aliens.* Which is objectively the funniest way to do things in addition to providing a pretty fascinating moral bedrock. There’s no 1:1 fantasy race being mapped to real life groups here, though the series is strong in its references to concrete human evils in the real world. Everyone is people. Except monsters. Except when monsters are people too.

Witchers are people who are like monsters. Witcher is also a profession. They’re something that doesn’t fit into any neat category, and that’s the entire point of them. The ones who survive the trials that make them into witchers go on to live brutal lives killing monsters for coin or children to make new Witchers (the trials render them sterile; this is a real thematic beat. I’ll get to it). Witchers are the ‘other’ you’d expect to be scared of in a more conservative fantasy. But in this series, we see this world through the eyes of two Witchers, and we hear the exaggerated stories about their inhumanity, and we know they’re actually people with distinct experiences and perspectives and desires. We know how they feel, and that they’re not doing anything weirder than what everyone else in this world is doing to survive. So we know everyone else is people too. And that lends a very real layer of horror to the fact that by the time we meet our Witchers, most Witchers have already been massacred in a pogrom.

This isn’t as simple as ‘we’re the real monsters’ navel gazing. Over and over we see the different angles of everyone. One moment you’re looking at a strange and alien fae, the next a broken addict. The kindest man you meet is a vampire, and he’s done monstrous things he describes with philosophical eloquence. You’re asked to see the strange and uncanny and ‘other’ in everyone so you can also see the humanity. People are both, always. And the loss of one is the death of both. The novels enforce distinct narrative perspectives to this effect. Everything we know, we know through subjective and limited perspectives. This is a good series for folks fond of Bakhtin.

And if the fact that there are real monsters who aren’t sentient and are absolutely dangerous seems unfair. There’s also mad dogs and people who are beyond all reason and help too (the church is pretty fundamentally evil here and tends to instigate the pogroms. Wonder where a Polish author got that). The text doesn’t shy from the implications.

*except maybe gnomes. That might be a running joke. Nobody knows.

Btw if you’re here from my Dragon Age posts. Yes this is exactly what BioWare tried to immitate but ethically dropped the ball on by doing the exact thing the Witcher resists doing.

Witcher Family Planning

At the heart of this story is a family by choice and maybe destiny.

Geralt is a Witcher who survived an extra round of trials. A mutant among mutants. He’s an extraordinarily competent professional whose sense of justice and soft heart tend to cause him problems. He’s not nice. He’s kind of a boor. He’s very sulky. He loves deeply.

Yennefer is an outrageously overpowered sorceress who really regrets her inability to have children. She’s ambitious even by sorceress standards. Yennefer does things exactly the way she wants to, and that tends to cause her problems. She’s not nice. She’s imperious. She’s very petty. She’s ride or die for anyone she likes even a bit.

These two are the love of each others lives. This is a relationship, and I’m directly paraphrasing here, where two people who don’t know how to be soft try to be soft to each other. They’re bad at it. They keep trying.

Ciri is the lost Scion of every royal line on the continent. She’s also a Witcher. And a child of prophecy. And a dimension-hopping superhero. She’s also about 15 for most of the time we know her in the novels. She’s survived war, led a life of crime, been a gladiator. She’s clever and strong and rebellious and has an innate nobility that shames kings. She has Geralt’s compassionate heart, and she’s honed it to Yennefer’s cutting edge.

Gender & Power

I touched on this up at the top. Over and over again in these books, and in W3, we watch the patriarchal norms of the continent run smack into an interesting reality of the setting. Women tend to be the ones who are ‘first’ in power. There’s a lot of Mists of Avalon happening here. Sorceresses outdo their male peers. All these powerful men think they can have Ciri’s power for themselves by getting a child on her. They ignore that it’s the women in her line who have and wield the gift. They really ignore that her grandmother didn’t even need the gift to bring men like them to their knees. Patriarchy is a kind of willing blindness here. The desire to own and control makes the men of the series into fools who can’t see the obvious. That this isn’t their story.

Amongst Witchers, girl children are usually traded to the dryads for boys. This is left notably vague (another patriarchal blind spot? More likely than you think; there’s hints of female and nonhuman Witchers in the cat school) because by the time we meet our Witchers, the real secrets of their process have been lost. Ciri herself does actually take some of their potions and trials, which seem to potentially interrupt her puberty. Our Witchers are reluctant to subject her to what they went through, so she’s never put through the final trial. But this literally results in the reinforcement of Ciri’s gender by external forces. She is a woman, so that’s actually helpful under the circumstances. But. Fascinating stuff.

Sterility and Reproduction

Briefly. The novels constantly undermine the ‘replacement fear’ of dominant groups set on finding scapegoats for unsolvable problems. Witchers can’t reproduce, so they functionally adopt. Sorceresses may often be sterile too. Elves are particularly slow to reproduce. Women who aren’t mothers and men who live together and adopt and ‘others’ who are probably jealous and stealing our children… And just when you think this is a clumsy metaphor, the text smacks you with the fact that nobody reproduces as fast as regular old humans. This is explicitly about providing zero foundation for any of the bigoted anxieties around ‘nonhumans’, and the presence of sterile humans is here to complicate that very border. The text refuses to cede any quarter to attempts at justifying paranoia-fueled hatred and violence.

The Hero

Ciri is the unique point around which the novels’ tensions cohere. She loses her magical abilities in the books only to awaken to new and greater power. She’s human and nonhuman. A witcher who never completed the trials. Noble and criminal. She’s a woman who literally can’t be physically contained by this patriarchal setting. She’s entirely her own person in a world designed to break her. She’s a hero that eludes a hero’s limits over and over.

Nobody should be surprised that she’s The Witcher.

Novels in order:

Blood of Elves

The Time of Contempt

Baptism of Fire

The Tower of Swallows

The Lady of the Lake

Next Up:

I’ll do a write up with some grittier explanation for what happened between these novels and W3. The games are messy, so we’ll get into it now that you’ve got some themes and angles to roll around.

I may or may not touch on the short stories. Part of the wide misreading of the series is due to folks who’ve read a few of the stories and think that’s what it’s all about. This was also the problem with the show. Well. One of the problems.

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lazysoulwriter · 1 month ago

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jealous!pedro pascal ── .✦

requested! thank you. content: fluff, jealousy (but make it cute), celebrity crush moment, soft!pedro, cuddling, kisses, reassurance

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pedro had known about your celebrity crush since the early days of your relationship. you weren’t shy about it — your teenage self had posters, favorite movies, interviews memorized. and even now, you still melted a little when his name came up.

“so if you ever meet keanu reeves,” he’d joke, “am i just chopped liver?”

“yes,” you always said with a sweet smile. “but you’re very cute liver.”

so when pedro invited you to a charity gala, and you found out keanu would be there, your soul briefly left your body.

you tried to be cool. really. but you fidgeted the whole way in the car, kept checking your lipstick, smoothing down your dress, whispering to yourself you’re not fourteen anymore. act normal.

pedro just watched with an amused smile, one arm over your seat, thumb stroking your bare shoulder. “you’re nervous.”

“no i’m not,” you lied.

he raised an eyebrow. “you’re literally whispering affirmations to your lip gloss.”

“shut up,” you muttered, blushing.

you saw keanu near the bar, talking to someone in a black suit. you froze.

pedro leaned down. “go on.”

“no. absolutely not.”

“baby,” he said softly. “this is your teenage dream. i’ll be right here.”

you hesitated, then walked toward him, heart pounding. you didn’t expect to actually speak to keanu — but somehow, he turned, noticed you waiting, and smiled.

“hi,” he said gently.

your voice barely worked. “hi. um. i just wanted to say—i really admire your work. you meant a lot to me growing up.”

keanu smiled warmly. “that’s very kind of you. what’s your name?”

you told him, and the conversation was short — kind, lovely, just enough to make your insides somersault. he thanked you, gave you a soft nod, and turned back to his group.

you turned around and pedro was already there. watching.

his arms crossed. head tilted. smile just slightly too tight.

“well?” he asked.

“he’s really nice,” you said, cheeks hot. “like... so nice.”

pedro just nodded. “mhm.”

you elbowed him lightly. “don’t be like that.”

he looked down at you. “i saw the blush.”

you opened your mouth to protest. then closed it again. “okay. maybe i blushed a little.”

“you giggled,” he said.

“pedro—”

“you giggled like a schoolgirl.”

you rolled your eyes, tugged him by the hand. “c’mon, drama queen.”

back at the hotel, you were curled in bed, makeup off, hair messy, his hoodie swallowing you whole. pedro climbed in beside you, arms instantly wrapping around your waist.

you kissed his nose. “you know you’re the one, right?”

he blinked at you. “i know.”

“but do you feel it?”

he sighed. “i do. i just—i’ve never seen you look at anyone like that.”

“pedro,” you whispered, brushing your thumb across his cheek. “he was my celebrity crush when i was a teenager. but you… you’re my love now.”

he softened immediately. buried his face in your neck. “okay, well. that helps.”

you smiled. “plus, keanu didn’t make me scream last night.”

pedro pulled back, eyes narrowing. “you did not just say that.”

you grinned. “oh, i did.”

he growled, tackling you back onto the pillows, kissing your lips again and again until you were breathless and laughing under him.

“fine,” he murmured, lips brushing your jaw. “i guess i can share your heart... with john wick.”

“please,” you giggled. “you’re so much hotter than john wick.”

he smiled into your skin. “damn right i am.”

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amirasainz · 7 months ago

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I have a request for Lando Norris x Sister!reader where she gets cheated on. Please🫶🏻 I love your writing

Enjoy reading and send some requests!!!

-xoxo babygirl 🧡

Part 2

Big Brother to the Rescue

The paddock was buzzing with activity, fans cheering and cameras clicking as drivers moved between interviews and meetings. It was a typical race weekend—hectic, thrilling, and intense. But for Yn, none of it seemed to matter.

She walked beside Lando, her older brother, keeping her head down. Normally, she loved being at the Grand Prix. She’d tease Lando about his starts, laugh at his banter with the other drivers, and soak in the high-energy atmosphere. But today, her heart felt heavy.

Lando, always in tune with her moods, glanced down at her and frowned. “You’re too quiet,” he said as they reached the McLaren hospitality area. “This isn’t like you. What’s wrong?”

Yn sighed. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

That was all it took for Lando’s protective instincts to kick in. “Oh, you’re definitely talking about it. Did something happen? Who do I need to fight?”

Yn couldn’t help but chuckle lightly at his immediate leap to violence. “It’s nothing. Just...my boyfriend cheated on me.”

Lando froze mid-step. He turned to her, his expression shifting from shock to anger. “He what?”

“Cheated,” Yn repeated, her voice cracking slightly. “With some girl he met at a party. I found out yesterday.”

Lando clenched his fists, his jaw tightening. “That absolute—” He cut himself off, taking a deep breath. “Okay. First of all, you don’t deserve that. Second, I’m going to make sure you’re okay. And third, if I ever see him, he’s toast.”

Yn smiled faintly at his overprotective tone. “Thanks, Lan. But I don’t think anything can cheer me up right now.”

Lando wasn’t having it. “Challenge accepted.”

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Throughout the morning, Lando hovered around her like a mother hen. He brought her tea, her favorite snacks, and even a McLaren hoodie to keep her warm. The other drivers began to notice.

“Why is Yn so quiet today?” Carlos asked, walking over to where she sat with her tea. “You’re usually giving Lando a hard time.”

“She’s going through something,” Lando replied, his tone making it clear the topic was off-limits. He wrapped an arm around Yn’s shoulders and pulled her closer. “But don’t worry. I’ve got this.”

Carlos raised an eyebrow but didn’t push further. He ruffled Yn’s hair affectionately before heading off.

A little while later, Charles and Pierre stopped by. “Yn, you’re not smiling,” Charles said, crouching down to her eye level. “That’s illegal. Lando, what have you done?”

“For once, it’s not my fault,” Lando said, rolling his eyes. “She’s just—she’s sad. Leave her alone.”

Pierre, never one to resist a joke, smirked. “Do you need us to scare someone off? We’re good at that.”

“I can scare people off just fine,” Lando said firmly. “Thanks.”

Yn managed a small laugh, which made Charles and Pierre exchange victorious looks.

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Later, when Ollie came by, he took one look at Yn and immediately tried to lighten the mood. “I’ve got an idea,” he announced, sitting down beside her. “What if I became your new boyfriend? I’d treat you like a queen.”

Yn laughed for the first time all day, the sound catching Lando’s attention from across the room. He walked over, arms crossed.

“Really, Ollie?” Lando said, glaring at his friend. “That’s the best you’ve got?”

“What?” Ollie said, holding up his hands in mock innocence. “I’m just saying, I’d be an upgrade.”

Yn shook her head, still giggling. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Ridiculous, but effective,” Ollie said, winking at her.

Lando wasn’t amused. “Stick to racing, mate.”

Ollie shrugged and walked off, leaving Yn smiling. “He’s an idiot,” she said, leaning her head on Lando’s shoulder.

“True,” Lando agreed. “But if it made you laugh, I’ll allow it.”

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As the day wore on, Lando continued to dote on Yn. He handed her tissues when she teared up, reminded her to drink water, and even skipped a strategy meeting to sit with her in the quiet corner of the hospitality area.

“You know,” Yn said softly, “you’re a really good brother.”

“Obviously,” Lando replied with a smirk. “But thanks. And for real, Yn, don’t let that guy make you feel like you’re not enough. He’s the idiot, not you.”

Yn sniffled and smiled up at him. “You’re the best.”

“Duh,” Lando said, pulling her into a hug. “Now, what do you say we watch the race together? I’ll dedicate my first overtake to you.”

Yn laughed, feeling lighter than she had all day. “Deal.”

By the time the sun set over the paddock, Yn was back to herself, and it was all thanks to Lando—her overprotective, slightly annoying, but always reliable big brother.

#formula 1 #formula 1 x reader #lando norris x reader #lando norris imagine #lando norris x sister!reader #lando norris x y/n #norris!reader #carlos sainz x reader #charles leclerc x reader #pierre gasly x reader #ollie bearman x reader #oliver bearman x reader #xoxo babygirl 💋

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kxsagi · 2 months ago

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Hi, can i request blue lock boys (especially rin) with pear/triangle body shape girlfriend? i see a lot of hate for this body shape, sometimes i wish i was hourglass or balanced front and back T_T

“𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐞 (𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞)”

a/n: all my readers are so pretty that VOGUE is waiting to make them their front cover model 💋

ft. itoshi rin, itoshi sae, isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, niko ikki, kaiser michael, ness alexis, karasu tabito, shidou ryusei

itoshi rin

at first, he doesn’t really get why you feel insecure. like, it doesn't compute in his mind. you’re beautiful. that’s a fact. there’s no debate to be had.

“people on the internet are stupid,” he says flatly. “they think having a personality makes you ugly too.”

he’s the king of quiet obsession. his eyes always drift to your hips and thighs without him realizing it. when he sees you wearing something that hugs your shape, he just… stares. like, long enough for you to go “what?”

“nothing. you look… perfect.”

doesn’t really compliment you the typical way, but if he catches you in leggings or a tight skirt? you’re not leaving the house without him following you around like a lost puppy (with a scowl).

the way he slips his hand into your back pocket or keeps it on your waist when walking beside you is instinct at this point. even if you’re not touching, he’s close. he’s protecting the throne.

“if i ever hear someone make you feel bad about your body again, i’ll make them wish they were never born.” and you believe him.

itoshi sae

“i’ve been around a lot of girls. none of them make me look twice like you do.”

smooth with it, but real. he doesn’t say it to flatter you, he says it because it’s the truth.

he’s a menace in private. smacks your ass and walks away like it’s a normal greeting. makes sure you feel that he loves your body.

always encourages you to wear whatever makes you happy, but he’s never subtle when something hugs your curves.

“that dress is cute. but it’d be a crime to wear it anywhere near other people. just saying.”

when you voice insecurities, he gets weirdly serious. no teasing, no smugness. he cups your face and goes, “don’t talk about yourself like that. you’re more than enough. i’m proud to have you next to me.”

makes it known to everyone that you’re his. arm around your hip. lips on your neck. if people weren’t jealous before, they are now.

isagi yoichi

the sweetest boy with the most intense inner monologue. like he sees you in yoga pants and he’s malfunctioning internally.

“why is she so pretty. how is this real. should i say something. no, i’ll sound like a perv–”

but when you’re sad about your body, his voice is calm and sincere.

“you’re not supposed to look like anyone else. you’re supposed to look like you. and you look amazing.”

1000% obsessed with your thighs. loves when you sit in his lap. cuddles you with his arms around your waist like he’s trying to fuse souls.

he gets SO proud when you wear something a little more form-fitting. blushes and beams at you like you just won the world cup.

“i hope you know i’m gonna be staring at you all day now.”

encourages you gently, lovingly, and constantly. you’re his goddess. his perfect girl. no notes.

bachira meguru

he ADORES your shape. like to the point where he draws lil cartoon versions of you with big sparkly hips and a speech bubble saying “bachira’s wifey ♡”

“you look like a heart! a sexy, beautiful heart!”

zero shame about simping. he literally bows down to you when you wear anything tight or short.

loves picking you up and spinning you around. calls you his “softie queen” and “curvy cutie.”

if anyone makes you feel bad about your body, he gets real serious. eyes dark. voice low. “you don’t talk to my girl like that. ever.”

cuddles = thighs. if he’s not hugging them, he’s laying on them, kissing them, or tracing shapes into them.

“you’re squishy and warm and strong. the perfect combo. like a battle mochi.”

chaos boyfriend but he worships you with every atom in his body.

nagi seishiro

doesn’t understand societal standards. all he knows is: you = hot.

“you’re pretty and comfy. that’s all that matters to me.”

uses your thighs as a pillow. refuses to use anything else. makes an annoyed noise when you get up. “c’mon, lemme live.”

holds your waist and rests his chin on your shoulder when you’re cooking or standing still. just stands there. vibing.

compliments you without even meaning to: “that outfit’s doing things to me.” and you’re like ???

absolutely has a folder in his phone of you looking hot without even knowing it.

if someone dares to insult you, he just says “who even are you?” with the most judgmental face.

doesn’t say it often but when he does, it hits hard: “i love the way you are. don’t change it, ‘kay?”

mikage reo

hype man x sugar daddy x obsessed bf combo.

sees you walk out in something tight and goes “oh, you’re trying to kill me. cool, cool (please step on me).”

takes you shopping and refuses to let you downplay how you look. “that top? with those hips? unfair. we’re buying it.”

constantly sneaks pics of you when you’re not looking and saves them to a secret “goddess” album on his phone.

calls you “art.” like not in a cheesy way. in a stunned, reverent kind of way.

“if you were in a museum, i’d stand there all day.”

if you ever call yourself “disproportionate,” he’ll pout and go “nah, you’re exactly my type. the perfect kind of unbalanced.”

niko ikki

shy about how much he loves your body, but you can tell. he lingers when you change. blushes when you stretch. stares a lot.

super cuddly when he’s in the mood. loves burying his face in your thighs and groaning like “why are you built like heaven…”

gives you gentle, steady compliments. he’s not flashy, but you’ll hear “you’re beautiful” at least once a day.

“don’t let anyone’s opinion shrink the way you carry yourself. you’re worth more than that.”

gets genuinely mad if you criticize your looks. “don’t say that. it’s not true. not to me.”

quiet lover, loud thoughts. and all those thoughts are: “she’s so hot. how did i get her. i’m never letting go.”

kaiser michael

dramatic. extravagant. OBSESSED.

you say “my hips are too big” and he scoffs like “too big? darling, they’re glorious.”

literally bows down to you sometimes just for the bit.

“you are a divine creature sent to torment mere mortals like me.”

shamelessly posts you on his story like “this is what perfection looks like. cry about it.”

buys you designer clothes custom-tailored to your measurements because “off-the-rack can’t handle royalty.”

if anyone talks bad about you? he will make it his life’s mission to ruin them.

also just... can’t stop touching you. hand on your hip, waist, thigh, he needs to be in contact with you 24/7.

“i am your #1 worshipper. now turn around and lemme admire the masterpiece again.”

ness alexis

soft. sweet. just wants to make you feel loved 24/7.

“you’re the most beautiful person i’ve ever seen.” he says it so casually, like it’s just a truth he knows.

draws hearts on your thighs with his finger when you cuddle.

makes playlists for you titled “pretty girl vibes” and “curvy angel energy.”

compliments your shape every time you’re out. “you’re gonna break necks today, pretty.”

if you start picking at your appearance, he gently hugs you and goes “you’re perfect just like this. i mean it.”

soft kisses all over your waist and hips. just lets you know you’re cherished.

karasu tabito

“pear-shaped?” he repeats when you mention it. raises a brow, leans in. “you say that like it’s a bad thing.”

has that quiet, cocky energy. doesn’t outright say he’s obsessed, but the way his eyes trail after you? he’s not subtle.

loves it when you walk ahead of him just so he can enjoy the view.

“i should’ve been born as the ground beneath your hips. tragic.”

if you ever say something like “i wish i had more balance” he hums, shrugs, and goes, “nah. people with ‘balanced’ bodies cry when they see you. stay unique, babe.”

he’s sarcastic, but dead serious when it counts. catches you spiraling? he hooks a finger under your chin, pulls you close and says, “i like every part of you. but your hips? yeah. they’re my favorite.”

sits you in his lap and spreads his legs so you’re molded perfectly to him.

uses every excuse to touch your waist when he talks to you. you think it’s casual until you realize he’s lowkey feeling you up.

gets dangerously smug if someone tries to flirt with you. “yeah, those hips don’t lie. and they don’t lie with you either. move along.”

and when it’s just the two of you? he murmurs in your ear, slow and warm: “i love your body. not in spite of anything. just as it is. so don’t hide it, alright?”

shidou ryusei

actual feral dog. pear-shaped body? he's on his knees.

“the gods were crazy for building you like that.”

smacks your ass constantly. unapologetically. might get banned from public places for it.

if you say anything self-deprecating, he shuts it down IMMEDIATELY: “nah, shut that shit up. you’re the hottest thing walking. and you’re mine. end of story.”

gets possessive real fast. someone stares too long? “the fuck are you lookin’ at? go find your own body goals.”

also incredibly sweet when you need him to be. strokes your sides, kisses your thighs, murmurs “this body? it’s home, baby.”

he’d start fights in your honor without hesitation.

you’re his ideal type, no competition. thick thighs, hips for days? "i'm ready to die happy."

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queenpiranhadon · 1 year ago

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A/N: You all voted on this poll, and this poll, and this poll and after a LOT of voting ((again) again) , I wrote this for all of you :D Big thanks to both @zanarkandskylines and @a-had-matter for beta reading this- your support means the world to me😭 Here's my masterlist!

Warning(s): f!reader, Bakugou and reader are dating, meeting his parents for the first time, mentions of anxiety, reader’s a procrastination queen, Bakugou’s whipped lmao, characters might be a little ooc, Mitsuki loves reader loll, Masaru and reader are the real besties here though, mentions of getting married, Katsuki calls reader baby, slight cursing.

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Girlfriend!Reader

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To say you were nervous was an understatement.

A week prior, your loving boyfriend of 3 months had invited you to have dinner with him and his parents, as they “were up his ass to meet you” (his words, not yours). You giggled originally, finding amusement in his lament about his overbearing parents, but you knew he loved them from the lack of malice in his words. And yet, after an entire week, only now, three hours before Bakugou would come to pick you up, did the full realization of the situation hit you like a truck.

You were going to meet his parents.

You flitted around your room, trying to find something to wear, your entire closet seemed repulsive to you now- nothing seemed right for the occasion.

You groaned, your attention piquing when you see a text come in. Flopping down onto your bed, you pick your phone up, reading the message.

Katsu🧡💥: Oi, the old hag wanted me to let you know that she’s making curry. That okay for you?

You feel butterflies erupt in the pit of your stomach from his thoughtfulness, even though small gestures like this should seem normal to you now. It probably never would, the explosive male you had grown to love would never cease to get you flustered.

You: Okay! Sounds great! I bet you get your cooking skills from her ;)

Katsu🧡💥: Shut up dummy

Katsu🧡💥: Have you picked something out to wear yet?

You deadpan, knowing he would scold you for procrastinating, but you sigh, there was no point in lying to him. Even over text, he would know if you were telling the truth or not.

You: So about that...

Katsu 🧡💥: Baby, they’re not going to think less of you based on your outfit. Plus, you could wear a damn cardboard box and you’d still look hot. They’ll love you, so quit your panicking.

You feel your cheeks grow warm at the compliment, but Bakugou’s rough but caring words didn’t help your predicament.

You: Thank you, Katsuki- but I seriously can’t find anything 😭 What do I do??

You can practically see his eyes rolling through the three dots that dance across the screen.

Katsu🧡💥: You’re lucky I know you so well- bought you a new sweater this morning. I’ll come over early and drop it off for you.

You: Katsuki thank you so much!!! You didn’t have to though...

Katsu🧡💥: Shut up dumbass, I’ll be there in 30 mins, go do what you gotta do in the meantime.

You smile at that, warmth pooling in your heart as you set your phone down on the side table, standing up from your bed and grabbing a towel before heading to your bathroom to take a shower.

***

Katsuki’s already there, waiting for you by your kitchen island, scrolling through his phone, before looking up at you with your hair wrapped in a towel to prevent it from dripping everywhere, along with another to clothe your body.

You smile happily, giggling as his nose scrunches when you press your dewy skin against him in a hug.

“Oi, get off of me,” he grumbles “Yer still all wet.”

You giggle, knowing he doesn’t mean it when he encircles you in his arms, inhaling the scent of your body wash. He places a small kiss atop the crown of your head before, reaching behind him to grab the bag on his counter, handing it to you.

“Here baby, got yer sweater for ya.” he says, watching as your eyes light up after rummaging through the contents.

You squeal happily, planting a kiss on his cheek before running back into your bedroom, knowing exactly what to pair with the article of clothing.

“Thanks Katsuki!! Give me like 30 minutes!” you chirp, before disappearing into your bedroom.

He chuckled under his breath, and ran his fingers over the thin gold chain you bought for him for your “one-week-aversary" (your words, not his). Originally, he had scoffed at you, wondering why you would spend your money on him for something so trivial, but you just brushed it off, grinning saying “It’s not trivial Katsuki! This is my way of showing my love!” You were just so cute, he loved you so much it hurts, and yet you both had only been dating for a few months.

You were going to be the death of him, that’s for sure.

***

After you got ready, you both got into the car, sitting in comfortable silence the entire way, other than the soft music that played from the aux cord.

Katsuki could tell you were nervous, the way your fingers fiddled with the ribbon surrounding the chocolate you bought for his parents was a dead giveaway.

And yet, he knew that nothing he would say would alleviate your stress, so he remained silent, knowing your worries would be gone as soon as the old hag got her claws on you.

The car reaches to a stop in the driveway, and Katsuki almost wants to take out his phone and snap a picture as your eyes grow wide and your lips part by the sheer size of his house.

“Woah...” you breathe, in awe “ I knew your parents were successful, but you never told me they were rich.”

Katsuki flushes, exiting the car and opening the door for you. “S’nothin.” he says, averting his gaze from yours, as if he wasn’t imagining living in a nice house with you in the future.

You interlock your fingers with his, relishing in the comfort of his calloused fingertips brushing over your knuckles, his hand squeezing yours as a final reassurance before bringing his hand up to aggressively knock on the door.

“OI HAG OPEN UP!” he yells, only for the door to swing open, revealing a beautiful woman with a striking resemblance to the man next to you.

“Katsuki Bakugou yell like that one more time and I will-” the woman, who you assume to be Katsuki’s mother, notices you then, all anger directed towards her son melting away once she sets her eyes on you.

Her scarlet eyes sparkled as they looked over you once over in approval, rushing towards you with a big grin on her face and enveloping you in a crushing hug. You let out a squeak in surprise, but giggled, reciprocating it immediately. Your worries were gone in an instant, just as Katsuki had predicted.

“Ah, where are my manners! Call me Mitsuki, I’m the brat’s mother.” she says warmly, much to Katsuki’s disdain as he objects to the nickname; Mitsuki ignores him as if he wasn’t there though.

You laugh at your pouty boyfriend’s reaction and give her your name, smiling back at her like she was an old friend.

“Masaru! She’s here~!” Mitsuki practically sings, clutching onto your arm, leading you into the kitchen with Katsuki trailing behind like a lost puppy.

She turns to you again. “So glad you’re here dear, the brat needs someone to keep his head out of his ass.” she says, rolling her eyes for emphasis.

You snort at that, completely at ease as Mitsuki treats you like the daughter she never had.

You see a timid man in the kitchen, who is most likely Masaru, Katsuki’s dad.

You both greet each other, the brunette man much calmer than his wife, and he smiles at you and squeezes your shoulder as an awkward show of affection. While you two converse, however, Katsuki is already at war with his mother, both Masaru and yourself just stand by the island silent; you both know the drill.

“SHUT UP YA OLD HAG- STOP SMOTHERING MY GIRLFRIEND!” Katsuki yells.

“DON’T TALK TO YOUR MOTHER LIKE THAT KATSUKI, YOU KNOW DAMN WELL THAT GIRL IS AN ANGEL FOR STICKING WITH THAT BRATTY ASS OF YOURS.” Mitsuki retorts, irate.

You and Masaru look at each other, the latter mouthing to you if you wanted to help set the table, to which you nodded vehemently, unsure of what to do as the angry blonde duo continue to yell at each other.

Setting the table, you and Masaru trade stories of how you’ve both had to wrangle your respective partners to make sure they didn’t murder anyone, the both of you breaking into laughter as he recounts a story of how he once had to physically pick up his wife by the waist and haul her out of an ice cream store because they messed up his order.

You thought it was completely adorable, seeing how much Katsuki took after Mitsuki, telling Masaru of a similar story of when you and Katsuki went to a carnival, and you got scammed during one of the games.

Eventually the two blondes calmed down, joining you and Masaru in the dining room, where the food was all plated and ready to be eaten.

Midway through the conversation, you feel Katsuki’s hand slide over to squeeze yours under the table, a small gesture that you knew meant I told you so.

You refrain from rolling your eyes, enjoying the company of the Bakugous. The night seemed to drag on for ages (his words, not yours), and you found yourself blending in seamlessly in with Katsuki’s parents. And though he would never admit it, it warmed his heart to see someone he loved so much get along so well with his family. Things were going smoothly, until something Mitsuki says catches you off guard.

“So, when are you going to put a ring on her finger, huh brat?”

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aemondapologistfrfr · 11 months ago

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The Only Place I Want to Die

aegon x sister!wife!reader

Summary: Aegon turns to you for comfort in the following weeks of his coronation. Pleasure and tears seem to be the only way you both can find solace during these troubling times.

Warnings: 18+ swearing, alicent hitting her child, wine, depression, thoughts of wanting to die, crying, face riding, p in v, fingering, overstimulation

Authors Note: i fear i have too many feelings so this tragically pretty and broken man 🙂, the targtower children have actually been ripping my heart apart!!, u can’t convince me this man doesn’t whimper

Word Count: 3.5k

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I woke during the hour of the wolf to a cold bed and the fire flickering out. I sigh and push the blankets off of me and go to try and revive the embers. The fire slowly comes back to life with a crackle and I kneel on the stone to hover my hands near the flame. After countless minutes I rise and take in the state of our chambers.

Empty wine glasses litter almost every surface and what’s left is covered by our clothes. I reach for the robe closest to me and wrap it around my body. I settle for mismatched slippers at this hour and pad over to the doors. I slowly crack it open and see our guard ever faithfully standing at attention.

“Where is Aegon?” I ask softly and the guard turns to me.

“I’m sorry, Your Grace. The King didn’t say.” the guards eyes look at me nervously and try to focus his attention anywhere else.

“Then I’ll find him myself.” I push the door the rest of the way open and click it shut behind me.

“My Queen-“ I raise my hand and wave him off as I start down the dark hallway.

I can’t stand when they use our new titles. I don’t feel like the Queen and I know Aegon shares my sentiments. The past fortnight after his coronation has been chaos and our mother offers us no comfort or guidance. They simply placed crowns on our head and continue to move us about as they please.

I walk down the stairs and head to the cellar to see if he’s drowning himself in his cups again. I enter the cold and damp room and there’s no candles or torches lit as I slink between the aisles of bottles. I hear and see no sign of Aegon, but I do spot our favorite wine. I grab the bottle by its neck and start up the stairs once more.

I walk to the main hall and take in the guards standing sentry at the doors. No one looks twice at me as I ghost through the hall with my robe swishing behind me. I stop when I see the throne room doors cracked open. I peak inside and sigh in relief that I’ve finally found him.

I push the doors open to let me in and then seal us inside. As I walk up to him he is standing at the bottom of the stairs looking up at the throne gripping the crown in his hand. As I make it to his side I see the tears streaming down his face. I place the bottle of wine on the ground and stand in front of him. His puffy eyes look down to me as he sniffles.

“Why do you cry, my love?” I whisper wiping his tears away.

“I never wanted this.” his voice breaks along with my heart as the conquerors crown falls to the stone beside us.

“I know,” my voice a whisper as I pull him down into a tight embrace.

His arms wrap around me tightly as he lets out soft sobs into my neck. I rub his back soothingly hoping I can calm his breathing. His tears seep onto my neck as they continue to fall from his eyes. He pulls back and his normally bright violet eyes seem sunken and dull.

“I wish Rhaenyra would come and kill me already.” he hiccups as his sobs start anew.

Tears fall from my own eyes at his words. I knew his hurt was deep, but I didn’t know it went this far. We stand there for what feels like hours in each other’s embrace while taking turns wiping each other’s tears away. Through the windows I can see the dawn on the horizon and slowly pull back.

“Come, I’ve found us our favorite wine.” I dip down to pick up the bottle.

His hand slips into mine leading me out of the throne room, leaving the crown on the stone floor. The main hall of the castle seems to be slowly waking up as we walk out the main doors ignoring the guards calling after us. We make our way to the back of the castle to sit in the grass as we watch the sunrise over the bay with our wine.

“Do you think she hates me?” Aegon murmurs while opening the bottle.

“Who?” I tilt my head.

“Rhaenrya. Mother. All of them. Everyone.” he sighs before taking a long drink of wine.

“Rhaenyra probably hates mother more than we do.” I take the bottle and bring it to my lips.

“Why would mother force this upon us? Father only ever talked about Rhaenyra. He never cared for us. He never wanted me to succeed him.” he buries his head in his hands.

“I don’t know why we were placed on this path.” I rest my head on his shoulder as I pass the bottle back to him.

The sun slowly rises into the sky and our empty bottle is discarded on the grass next to us. We lay back and look at the clouds simply enjoying the silence and company of each other. Our eyes slowly close as we curl into each other and allow sleep to take over as we soak in the morning sun.

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“Get up. Both of you.” I crack my eyes open and see Alicent and Cole standing above us. I pull Aegon to his feet beside me and we try to avoid our mother’s harsh gaze.

“It seems as if we found the wine thief.” Cole says grabbing the empty bottle discarded on the grass.

“Why must you both cause me so much trouble. Leaving your crown on the ground like it’s some toy. Sneaking into the cellars to steal wine. Gods I can’t take it anymore.” she seethes, throwing her hands into the air as she turns to Cole.

“I didn’t ask for any of this.” Aegons words wobbly as his hand holds mine.

“I assumed you both would rise to your new titles. Hoping you would sober up and become respectable. You both never cease to prove me wrong and embarrass me at every turn.” she looks us over with disgust as her words continue to slice into us.

“You should’ve seized the crown for yourself if you wanted it so badly.” the words make it out of my mouth before I can even process them and she slaps me across the face.

“Strike her again and I will have your hand. I may not want the crown but it will allow me to protect her.” Aegon looks to me before looking back to our mother who stands there shocked at his words.

“You wouldn’t dare.” she scoffs shaking her head at us.

“Ser Criston, escort the Queen Dowager back to her chambers. I fear she’s having a fit of hysteria.” Aegon stands taller and his words baffle me.

“Aegon,” Alicent looks to him unamused.

“At once, Your Grace.” Cole nods to Aegon and starts to pull our mother back to the main doors of the castle.

At their absence he turns to me and softly ghosts his fingertips across my red cheek. I look up to him and see the anger in his eyes as he continues to stroke my cheek. I feel the rest of my body heat at his soft touch. He’s not always so soft and delicate but I’ve never really minded.

“Thank you,” I lean into his touch as his eyes slowly slide to mine.

“I won’t allow anyone to hurt you anymore. We must come up with a plan.” he places a kiss on my forehead before leading me back into the Keep.

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The past couple of days have consisted of us trying to conjure up a plan to run away or somehow receive an audience with Rhaenyra. We’ve wrote countless letters but none of them seem good enough. Entertaining the idea of running away was all we did the entirety of the first day, but we don’t want to run anymore. We don’t want to be alone, we just want to be loved or die loving each other.

“Let us just send this one and be done with it.” Aegon sighs pushing his chair back from the table in our chambers.

Sister

I never wanted this and I know father never wanted this. Please, can we meet on the shores and find common ground. I have no wish for the crown, you can have it. Please.

Aegon and Y/n

“I think this one will do what we need it to. She’ll either meet us on the beach or The Stranger will.” I sigh folding the parchment and sealing it with wax.

“As long as we’re together.” he says softly looking up to me.

“As long as we’re together.” I hum nodding my head.

We leave our chambers as we walk to the tower where the ravens are kept. We send off the raven and watch as its wings carry our plea into the horizon. We walk down to the dining hall where we see the table empty and dusty. The Red Keep has been a shell since our father passed and our mother usurped the throne.

“It seems as if we’ll be dining in our chambers again.” I sigh going to turn out of the hall.

“No, have a seat and I’ll call the servants. We can dine here.” Aegon shakes his head and goes to pull out a chair for me.

He pushes my chair in for me before leaving the hall and returns with a herd of servants trailing behind him. They quickly place and light candles around the hall helping bring some of the life back. Aegon slips into the chair next to mine as a servant comes and fills up our cups with wine. A smile spreads across my face as I recognize our favorite summer wine.

“Did you really take another bottle?” I turn to him and see him offering me a genuine smile.

“We deserve our favorite wine with dinner,” he hums licking his lips.

“Indeed,” I raise my glass to him and sigh as the sweet wine trickles down my throat.

The servants fill our plates and continue to bring out different dishes. Once we’re fully sated we retire back to our chambers. The heaviness of our disastrous apartments weighs us down as we seal the doors behind us. He pushes clothes and other miscellaneous items out of our path before he lets out a deep sigh and falls back on the bed.

“Do you think Rhaenyra will listen to us?” he mumbles wiping his eyes.

“We can only hope.” I hum as I crawl on the bed next to him.

“If she doesn’t then this is our last night.” he turns to me with sad eyes but I can see the underlying relief that I know is mirrored in my own.

I press my lips to his softly. It starts off slow and innocent but soon he’s pulling me on top of him. He pulls my dress up around my waist and digs his fingers into my hips. His fingers find my wetness quickly and I’m gasping into his mouth.

“Only place I want to die is between your thighs.” he breaks our kiss breathing heavily.

He pulls me up his body and I know his desire. I slide off of him and lift my skirts to straddle his face. His hands grab my hips and places me on his lips. He places wet kisses along my thighs before licking my slit. I sigh in pleasure as he begins to swirl around my bud. My hips start to move against him and his responding groan sends vibrations straight to my core.

“Aegon,” I breathlessly whine as his hands begin to slide me across his mouth.

His tongue flicks against me relentlessly as my hips start moving on their own. His fingers dig into my thighs roughly as he feasts upon me. My body goes taught as I pulse around his tongue with his name falling from my lips.

“Fuck, my King,” his tittle slips out before I can stop it.

He seals his lips around my sensitive bud and my hips shutter from the pleasure he keeps offering me. I’m moaning loudly as he continues to rock me against his mouth. His tongue slips down to my core as his nose brushes against my bud. Pleasure starts to ripple through me as I toss my head back grinding down on to him.

“Aegon, I-“ my voice breaks into a cry as he continues with his tongue.

He chuckles into my wetness causing shockwaves to travel throughout my body. I’m babbling above him as he coaxes me through a third climax. My hands grab his to try and pry them from my hips. I finally collapse next to him on the bed and try to catch my breath. He starts to pull my dress off of me and once I’m bare his hands grab for my breasts.

I start to lift his shirt off and he finishes removing it quickly following with his trousers. His hard length bounces against his stomach before he dips down to take one of my nipples into his mouth. I whimper as he bites down, pulling it between his teeth while he looks up to me through his thick lashes. He makes his way to my other peak to tease it with his teeth.

My fingers thread through his hair before they go to the expanse of his back. I bring one of my hands between us to slowly start pumping him. He grunts as he continues to pull and tease my nipples. I swipe against his leaking tip and he whines against my chest. He removes himself from my breasts and watches my hand stroke him.

“Fuck,” he pants as I start to pump him faster.

He starts to jerk his hips into my hand as his head falls to my shoulder. He whimpers as he gets lost in his pleasure while sucking on my neck. His hand grabs mine and stops my movements. He trails his tip through my wetness causing a shiver to trail through me.

He pushes into me and watches as my face relaxes in pleasure at his stretch. Once he’s fully bottomed out he grinds his hips into me slowly. I moan as my fingers dig into his shoulders as he keeps up his slow, deep movements as his hair falls into my face. I clench around him and his forehead falls to mine as his breaths come out heavier.

He starts to rock his hips and I whine as he finally begins to move faster. His breath starts to come out in pants again as his hips start to snap into mine. I cling on to him as his pace quickens while moans pour from my mouth. He wraps one of my legs around his waist and I sob at the new angle.

“Yes, Aegon,” I pant as I throw my head back into the pillow.

He continues to rut into me and I bring my other leg to wrap around him and his hips falter at the deeper angle. My hips meet his as we chase our pleasure together. Our breath mingles while we whimper out each other’s names.

“Love you so fucking much,” his words slurred from pleasure as he slams his hips into mine.

Pleasure courses through me at his words as my walls contract around him. I feel him start to fill me as he continues to rock into me. His hips still and he leans down to capture my lips in a bruising kiss. I moan into his mouth as he grinds his hips into mine once more before slowly pulling out.

“Just gimme a couple minutes,” he pants laying next to me.

His hands trail all over my body as I try to catch my breath. His hands travel down to my soaked core as he slips his fingers in and begins to pump his seed back into me. My legs close around his hand as he curls his fingers wringing more pleasure from my body. I cry out his name as I flutter around his fingers and he pulls them out and brings them to his mouth.

He groans and rolls on top of me to kiss me. I moan into his mouth at the taste of myself on him. He licks my lips and travels down my neck and stops at my breasts again. He attaches to one of my hardened nipples and roughly grabs my other breast. I arch my chest up into his mouth as his roughness causes more wetness to pool between my thighs.

“Aegon, I need you,” I mewl trying to buck my hips into him but I end up just sliding myself on his thigh.

He grunts from my chest and bends his knee so I can grind against his thigh. I have one hand buried in his silver locks while the other grips his shoulder as he peppers my chest with attention. My hips are feverishly grinding against his thigh looking for any friction they can find. I pull his hair to get his attention that I want him to move lower and he releases the nipple he’s been holding hostage.

“Always so fucking needy.” he chuckles but kisses down my torso nonetheless.

The second his tongue laps against my bud my hand is flying to his hair pulling him closer to me. I’m grinding against his face as sobs rack through me. He slams two fingers into me pulling pleasure from me. He pushes a third finger in and my eyes are rolling to the back of my head and moans fall from my mouth. My orgasm slams through me stealing my breath as I try to pull his face away from me. I get him about an inch away before his hand grabs my wrist.

“Oh no no, my sweet girl this is what you wanted.” he chuckles lowly as his grip on my wrist tightens before he dips back down to continue licking at me.

My whole body is shaking as his tongue zeros in on my clit. My thighs squeeze around his head as my chest heaves. My back arches off the bed as my fingers continue to pull at his hair.

“Aegon, fuck Aegon, please,” I whine bucking my hips as pleasure bursts through me all over his face. He pulls away from my core with a wet face and a wide smile.

“Love when you do that,” he licks his lips before he shoves his tongue into my mouth.

I moan into our kiss as I feel his length press against me. He humps against me and my legs quake in anticipation. He slips into my core and my eyes shut. His hands grab mine to hold them above my head as he pounds into me.

“Gunna come again for me? Taking me so fucking good,” his pelvis grinds into my clit and I sob as pleasure ripples through me and I feel as if it’s never ending.

He rolls his hips as pleasure begins to wash through him. I come clenching around him once more as my vision blurs. When my eyes open again he’s peppering kisses all around my face. As he moves I can still feel him buried deep in me and I whine squirming.

“I always think you’re the most perfect when you’re thoroughly fucked, flushed cheeks, still squeezing my cock.” he groans grinding into me.

“Aegon,” tears prick at the edges of my eyes as he still pushes into me.

He slowly pumps in and out chuckling at my whimpers. He pulls out which leaves me feeling empty. He slides down and lays between my thighs resting his head on my stomach. I run my fingers through his hair as we both come down from our highs. I shut my eyes as I keep my fingers tangled in his hair as his arms wrap around me tightly.

“Do you love me?” he mumbles against my skin.

“You know I do, very much.” I hum still petting his hair. He snuggles into me as we drift off not caring what tomorrow holds as long as we’re together.

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tinycoffeeroom · 1 year ago

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lover boy | daniel ricciardo

face claim: none ♡

request: here !

pairing: daniel ricciardo x f!reader

requested: congrats on 1k!!!! can i order a macchiato with daniel where theyre like a little bit secret and they super joky with each other? maybe they decide to go official and kiss in front of fans?? 100 shots of fluff too please! thank u!!!

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Private not secret. That’s how you could describe your relationship with Daniel to some extent. He would gush about his “loving girlfriend” in interviews and on social media but he’d never revealed who the girl who stole his heart was.

It worked for the both of you. He got to keep you all to himself, and you got to live some sense of normality outside of being flown all over the country to support him on race days.

The two of you were huddled in hospitality, enjoying the kiss of cold air the building provided against the blistering Bahrain heat. Clad in a VCARB shirt and linen trousers, any fan currently floating around the paddock would simply think you were an employee, and given how Daniel liked to make everyone around him laugh, seeing the two of you giggling in the corner wouldn’t raise too many questions.

Nudging you with his shoulder, he throws his head back in a loud laugh as you crack another terrible dad joke, your eyes unable to pull away from the length of his throat, the way his Adam's apple bobbed deeply with every guffaw.

“Why do I keep you around?” He speaks through ebbing chuckles, a hand hidden on the small of your back under the shirt.

Shrugging, you swipe your hair back playfully. “Because I’m smart, funny and have a great rack.”

You track Daniel’s eyes as they draw down to the V of your shirt. Since he had a few inches on you, he had an unobstructed view to what he crudely describes as his favourite stress relievers.

Glancing back up to meet your eyes, he grins at the way you jokingly raise an eyebrow at him. “You sure do, it’s a shame I haven’t seen them properly in so long.”

Rolling your eyes, you tap a finger under his chin, lifting his head from where it had dipped to glance down your shirt again. “You saw them this morning, drama queen.”

He presses a hand to his forehead, head rolling back as if he were a damsel in distress. “It’s been 84 years…”

Using your hand still in the air, you smack his hand off his forehead softly, scoffing lightheartedly. Hand darting out to capture yours, he pulls it down to where it’s hidden between the two of you, thumb stroking absentmindedly across the back of your hand.

“Give me a peek?”

Squeezing his hand, you glance left to right as if considering it. Fighting the smirk on your face as his eyes light up at the possibility. “Dan, I’m not getting my boobs out in the middle of hospitality. If you can wait until the hotel tonight however…”

Trailing off, you raise your other hand to rest gently against his chest, fingers tapping along to the thump of his heart underneath.

He groans, body twisting from side to side slightly like a child about to throw a tantrum. “Babe, it’s hot as balls out there. I’m gonna be so tired tonight.”

Patting his chest, you grin cheekily up at him. “So I’ll be doing all the work, like most race weekends.”

Gasping dramatically, he rests a hand over yours, pout on full display. “You wound me.”

Before you get a chance to rebut, one of the media managers pops her head around the corner, spotting the two of you. “Daniel, we have to be at the pre-race press conference in 20 minutes. Chop chop!”

She throws a friendly smile your way, head nodding once as a greeting. Waving back at her, your attention is dragged back to your boyfriend as he huffs softly, giving the woman a thumbs up as he drops his hand back to the small of your back to guide you to the entrance.

Before he steps outside, he turns to face you, lips puckered. Raising a hand, you pat his lips once, huffing as he tries to nip at one of your fingers. “Nuh-uh, big ol’ windows right there lover boy, anyone could see.”

He shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly, eyes wide and softly following the lines of your face. “Let them, I’m tired of hiding you.”

“Don’t use those cow eyes on me, that’s evil.” Sighing, you can’t stop your lips from matching his wide smile, the two of you locked in a silent conversation through eye contact.

It’s been a long 3 years, sneaking around, going outside for dates separately and hiding in the back corners of restaurants. Wearing whichever teams shirt he’s racing under to use as an excuse to be there. You think about how it could be, the way it would feel to hold his hand in the paddock and give him a good luck kiss before he goes off to race.

He sees right through you, able to read you like an open book. “So?”

Reaching behind you, you pull his hand from your back, linking your fingers together. “I’m tired of hiding too.” Heart racing at the way his smile turns fond, you pull yourself closer to him. “Need to let everyone know I bagged a hot Aussie.”

A voice calls from beside you. “Didn’t know you were dating Oscar?”

Looking across, a smirking Lando meets your eyes as he leans against the doorway, the door propped open behind him.

“Oh, ha ha. Very funny, short arse.” Daniel uses your linked hands to drag you next to him, hand leaving yours to smoothly slide along your back and rest on your hip. “What brings you to our humble abode?”

“I’m on the pre-race conference with you, thought we could walk down together.”

You coo at the pair, hands clasping in front of you. “Landan reunited, how cute!”

You can almost feel how hard Lando rolls his eyes, mimicking your words back to you in a high pitched tone. Swatting at his shoulder, he holds his hand up in surrender, backing out of the doorway.

“Daniel, 10 minutes! We’re gonna have to speedwalk!” The media manager breezes past the pair of you, clapping Daniel on the back as she passes.

You grab his collar, pulling him in to drop 3 kisses against his lips. Feeling his other hand come to rest on your hip, you smile against his lips. Pulling away minutely, you let your eyes roam over the way his have crinkled at the sides, bright grin on display for all to see. “Go, you’ve got business to do. I’m gonna go get a piece of that cheesecake we were eyeing in catering.”

His hands squeeze your hips gently before he pulls away fully, stepping through the open door to join Lando and the media manager.

Watching him leave, you laugh as he shoves Lando playfully, the two of them bickering as they walk down the paddock.

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The media manager is too engrossed in her phone to care what Daniel and Lando are talking about, the two of them discussing the upcoming race quietly.

“Oh yeah, look at you, all official and shit. Only took you 3 bloody years! Did nearly throw up at the three kisses thing though, a nod to your race number?”

Daniel hums, beaming as he thinks back to when you’d first started the official unofficial pre-race ritual.

[FLASHBACK]

It had been a hard 2021, filled with highs and lows in his papaya car. Just after missing out on points in Zandvoort, you had come to find him in his drivers room before Monza.

A long spiel of a pep talk later and a short pre-race nap later, he’d been about to leave, race suit hanging from his hips. Slipping your hands under his fireproofs, you leaned up, talking through kisses.

“You.” Kiss. “Got”. Kiss. “This.” Kiss.

On the final kiss, he’d grabbed your face, thumbs skimming across your cheeks, suspending you in that moment until the need to breathe outweighed his need to kiss you. Pulling away, he dropped a final kiss to the bridge of your nose, the smile you always loved to see plastered across his face.

“I love you.” At that point, you’d only been together a few months but it felt like the perfect moment. Watching as you grinned back at him, flushed cheeks hot under his hands, he was sure he’d gotten it right.

[FLASHBACK]

He shoves Lando jokingly as he points out the way he was flushed from his cheeks all the way down his neck. “Partially, and it’s also a way of saying I love you.”

Lando fake gags, narrowing his eyes at the lovesick expression on Daniel’s face. “I miss when you were single.”

Raising an eyebrow as he turns to face the younger man, his eyes flicker up briefly to make sure they were in the right spot for the conference. “Because I was lonely like you?”

Lando scoffs, opening the door for the media manager to step through, eyes still glued to her phone. “Rude. But yeah.”

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a/n: the first of the 1k celebrations and we're kicking it off with danny ric!! reqs for this event are open til july 18th so request while you can (or even after, my inbox is always open <3)

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suuuupernovaaa · 11 months ago

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The Book Seller - Azriel x F!OC (Part 1/3)

Summary: Azriel meets his mate at long last, thanks to Nesta’s reading habits.

Content Warnings: None

Part 2, Part 3

The package arrived just before closing on a Saturday, hours after one of my favorite customers, The High Lady’s sister, had been in to check on it. Three books I’d recommended to her, an ancient romance between warrior and queen.

She had been waiting for weeks for these to arrive, and now she’d have to wait two more days. I sighed, thinking of the excitement that shone in Nesta’s eyes when she’d entered my bookshop earlier that day, and set them under the desk to wait safely for her.

The bell dinged and I looked up to see a tall blonde dressed in red. Her face looked familiar, but I’d never seen her before, I thought.

“Hello!” she greeted.

“Good evening,” I nodded with a smile.

Instead of browsing, she approached my desk. “Nesta sent me to check on her books. I’m Mor.”

My jaw fell a little slack at that. Of course, this was the Morrigan. As stunning as ever, dressed in her signature red, with her blonde locks side swept. “Of course! I have them, they just arrived.”

“She’ll be thrilled, she talks about them non-stop. Not to me but, you know,” she said with a wink, and all I could do was smile, because I did not know. Did Mor not like Nesta?

“She actually asked me to bring you to the house if they were ready,” Mor said, and I blanched.

“What?”

“Asked for a personal delivery! Of course, you don’t have to. But, you could join us for dinner, if you want.”

Us. Did she mean, the High Lord and Lady? Their inner circle? The handsome warriors, Feyre’s sisters, everyone? The thought had my normally tan cheeks turning pale.

I ran my hands over my pale green dress. It was very simple, something for work, flattering but unthreatening.

Morrigan smiled at me in a disarming way. “Yes, please come! It’s so fun to have guests. Dinners are very informal.”

I glanced once over at her beautiful gown, and looked at her skeptically. She laughs, a beautiful, melodic sound.

“I promise. Please, join us.”

“Oh, sure,” I replied a little shakily, and grabbed Nesta’s books, carefully packaged under my desk in brown paper tied with twine. “Let me just close up.”

I stepped around my wide wooden desk and entered into the bowels of my store. Thousands of books surrounded us, on tall, dark shelves in front of walls painted a dark emerald green. Plants sat atop the bookshelves and between sections by genre, adding an earthy scent and feel to the space. Though books were my first love, plants and flowers were not far behind.

I went through the steps I went through every day to shut down the store, speeding a little and telling myself that tomorrow was my off day, and I could come fix any mistakes I made in my haste.

Once everything was prepared, I rejoined the High Lord’s cousin at the front door, and she beamed at me as if we had been friends for years.

“I’ll winnow us up!” she said cheerily, and extended a hand to me. My shaky palm found hers, and she winked before we disappeared.

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The home was even more beautiful than I could have imagined. Set into gorgeous red rock, we landed on a sprawling landing, with intricate flooring and a beautiful view of our beloved city below.

“Wow,” I said with a sigh, looking down at where we came from moments ago.

Mor, surely used to such a breath taking view, waved me on towards the large archways that led into a very formal looking dining room. Tall ceilings. Stone and marble everywhere. It was truly stunning.

I glanced down again at my appearance, and shuddered. I hadn’t even thought to freshen my face or tie my unruly curls back into a braid or bun. I surely fit in more with the serving staff than those I would be dining with.

My heart thundered in my chest as I followed the blonde into the elegant dining room. A few people were present already, and I breathed a sigh of relief to see Nesta next to the table, standing and talking with her mate, Cassian. I had met him once or twice, when he stopped to pick something up for Nesta.

They turned to see Mor, and Nesta’s normal scowl turned to an almost smile when she saw me, package in hand.

“Holly!” she said warmly, walking to close the gap and meet me. “Thank you for making a home delivery for me.”

I extended the package to her, and she noticed the shake still present in my hands. As she took the books, her hands lingered over mine for a moment, and she leaned close.

“Don’t let this group intimidate you. They are informal, and you’re my special guest.”

Cassian joined her side and smiled down wide and warm as she stepped back with her books.

“Nesta must be your favorite customer, for you to come all this way,” he said, a teasing glint in his eye.

I smiles back at him, glad for Cassian’s natural talent to put anyone at ease.

“She is, actually. We share a taste in books, and hardly anyone else takes my recommendations so readily as your mate,” I replied, and Nesta gave me another small smile.

Footsteps alerted us to more joining, and my nerves became alight again as I looked to the eastern entrance and saw three figures entering.

I was at a loss for what to do when I saw my High Lord and Lady enter, trailed behind by the infamous shadowsinger.

Though I knew this group is a part of their people, frequenting our town and shops and night life, they were still our leaders - still something else, above us, and my spine stiffened, even though the entered with wide smiles and relaxed shoulders.

As they approached, I bowed, and Cassian laughed.

“No need,” said the High Lord in a deep, silky tone. “Nesta speaks of you, well, more than she speaks of almost anyone.”

I looked up to meet his deep blue gaze to see warmth and welcome there. At his side stood Nesta’s sister, their son in her arms.

“Thank you for joining us,” Feyre said warmly, and the baby, nearing toddler, nuzzled his head into his mother’s shoulder.

They looked resplendent, the two of them together, and I was again at a loss for words. We owed so much to the people in these room, and I felt unworthy of being here.

“It’s truly my honor. I… thank you both,” I said, hoping they read the meaning in my eyes.

The baby, jet black hair like his father and a regal nose like his mother, lunged for me then, nearly leaping from his mother’s arms. She gasped, and I scooped him up on instinct, after years of being an aunt to my sibling’s children.

“Oh hello!” I cooed, and he put a chubby hand on my cheek, staring into my eyes.

Nesta laughed. “Well, Nyx likes her.”

I turned to Rhysand and from behind him, the Shadowsinger stepped around, joining our small circle.

I was over come with how utterly breathtaking he was. Tall and slender, though his black shirt and pants revealed the taught muscles beneath. His golden eyes were shining as he stared at the babe in my arms, and I could look nowhere but at his beautiful, golden-brown face.

His eyes rose from the child to meet mine, and I felt it then.

A thread. A tug. From his chest to mine. A calling - like to like.

Mate to mate.

His mouth fell open, a breath escaping, and I clutched the baby to me to stop from dropping him.

“Mate,” Azriel whispered, and everyone around us fell silent.

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cacartoon · 2 months ago

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Ay there saw ur fairytale designs n they look p lovely i was wondering whats ur interpretation on snow white , rupinzel and cinderellas story

Ok time for me to geek out over fairytales that are so ancient they all deserve senior discounts (sorry if my descriptions aren’t the best)

Also I’ll do this one at a time because I’m about to try and story book this.

SNOW WHITE

Snow White is the only child of a kind king and queen.

Before her birth, the queen was an artist, who saw beauty and value in just about anything. While painting in the winter, she had dropped the apple she was eating. The queen couldn’t forget the striking beauty of the red apple against the pure white snow, and the ebony trees pulling it together. She painted that exact scene and told the king, “I hope for our child to be just like this. Pure and bold, yet gentle and beautiful”. Soon Snow White was born. Unfortunately the Queen couldn’t recover from the birth, and died not long after.

As time went on the king was pressured into another marriage, and so he wedded the new queen. Though a striking beauty, she was truly vain and cruel. She’d scoff at the late queen’s paintings and creations, and brought a chill into what was normally a warm and inviting home. She had many mirrors, and her favorite was one from her homeland. Whenever she asked the question, “My dear my magic mirror, tell me so, whom in this land is the fairest? Tell me true” and the mirror would tell her that it was she who was the fairest, for it was all that it’s ever seen. Until one day, Snow White, now a young lady, came across the mirror not knowing it was enchanted. The mirror saw true beauty as she’d assist the serving girls with carrying trays, offering to clean up the guards’ shields and weapons after a long days work, speak warmly of her late mother’s art to guests, and watched a blossoming romance between her and a neighboring prince, who were the bestest of friends.

One day, the new queen asked her mirror the same question, “My dear my magic mirror, tell me so, whom in this land is the fairest? Tell me true.”, only this time the mirror said a new answer. “My queen, though your beauty is striking and rare, Snow White is truly pure and far more fair”. The queen became enraged. She never really cared for children, and this was her final straw. Snow White was to be taken cared of, and she’d soon see a chance.

A message arrived at the castle from one of the kingdom’s allies. The King was summoned for immediate assistance, along with men and supplies. Soon he left, leaving his beloved daughter and wife alone to care for the kingdom. The wicked queen summoned a huntsman, one of her many servants who joined her from her homeland, and gave him the following orders. “Huntsman, tomorrow you are to escort the princess to the woods to pick fresh fruit. And there, you are to execute her. And to bring me proof? Bring her heart, for I want to be the one to crush it.”

The next day Snow White and the huntsman arrived at the edge of the woods where a great apple tree and berry bushes grew. It was a hot day, but this did not deter Snow White. She happily picked the fruits, even offering apples and berries to the huntsman. Even more, she gave him fresh water she had brought for the journey, as the huntsman was sweaty and tired from the heat. The kindness of this girl touched the huntsman, so much so he wept. Snow White comforted the huntsman, but was taken aback by what she heard next. The huntsman confessed his true intentions, revealing the wicked jealousy of the queen. He begged and begged for the princess to forgive him. Though she was hurt by the news, and frightened, she continued to comfort the man. “Please my princess, you must flee! I cannot bear to watch you perish at the hands of one so cruel.” Snow White wept, “But what about you? She will surely punish you!” The huntsman helped the girl to her feet, “I may have been loyal to my queen, I have a new crown to protect. You. Now go!” Snow White thanked the huntsman and fled into the woods as fast as she could.

The huntsman returned to the castle, hiding his rage and scorn. He had brought a boar heart instead to fool the queen. She was delighted as she crushed the heart. The queen then told her subjects and loyal friends of the princess’s “fate”, and ordered a message to be sent to the king. The princess, was dead…

The sun was rising, the woods once again showed light. Snow White tripped and stumbled over rocks and roots of trees. Her golden dress down torn and ripped, her ebony hair loose and messy, and her freckled face flushed from exhaustion and tears. She had been running all night. Snow White hadn’t the slightest clue where she was going. All she thought of was her poor father. She couldn’t go home until he had returned, if she could get home at all. As she trudged through the dense woods she saw a well. Without hesitation she fetched water from it and drank. Then she spotted a little cottage. The cottage was simple, yet oddly welcoming. She knocked to see if anyone was home, but no one answered. The door was left unlocked. Inside were dishes and clothes strewn about, dust covering shelves, and pickaxes worn and covered in dirt. Snow White was shocked. “Now this can’t be just left like this. No one should live like this.” Though tired and hungry, she immediately began to tidy up. Helping the servants and guards for years had taught her many skills, though she wasn’t nearly as good as the true professionals. She swept, she dusted, she washed and scrubbed. Soon the cottage was tidy and clean. Snow White was proud at her work, but now was even more tired. Her sudden cleaning job also made her think. She had wandered into a house that wasn’t hers, and she had drank from their well and imposed herself to do their chores. And now seeing how tired she was, she knew eventually she’d have to rest. But she continued to work, even making fresh bread as she was truly now hungry. As the bread cooled she grabbed a nearby paper and quill and wrote a note. As her eyes grew heavy, she took off a pearl necklace had had been wearing and placed it with the note. Snow White then fell into a deep sleep there on the ground.

Some miles from the cottage was a cave, and in that cave was a mine. The mine was filled with minerals and jewels, veins of gold and silver. And in the mine were little men hard at work, 7 in total. The leader, Oswald, wrote down all their findings. The biggest, Leopold, hauled heavy bags filled with priceless gems to carts. Another with one, Phillipe, inspected the jewels and other metals. A blindfolded one, Merlin, felt the caves for new veins with such accuracy. One with one eye, Harold, smelted down the gold and silver. The eldest, which they all called Grandpa, crushed down minerals into fine powders. And the youngest, Oliver, watched his elders with wide eyes. Oswald called his fellow miners, for it was time to return home with their treasures. With their carts, they left the mines and returned to their….clean cottage? They had been gone for some time, this haul being very large, and were stunned by their home looking better than usual. The men grew wary, could an intruder have played a joke on them? As they inspected their home, Oliver came across a shocking sight. The men gathered and saw on their ground a girl, quietly sleeping. “Who is she?” “Where did she come from?” “What has happened to her?” Oswald picked up the note she had written and read it aloud. “To the owners of the cottage. I am truly sorry I entered your home without your consent. I had been running for quite some time. I’m sure you’re a little confused by my actions, and I’m truly sorry if I offended you. I do not expect forgiveness nor will I stay. But please, accept my pearls as a payment regardless. Your well and home have saved me. And for that, I owe you many thanks.” “-Princess Snow White”, Oswald read. The men couldn’t speak. This girl was a princess? Phillipe inspected the pearls, they were real alright. “What should we do, Grandpa?”, asked Oswald. Grandpa spoke, “Let’s allow the girl some sleep, though I don’t believe the floor is proper for a lady.” “She can use our spare. I’ll take her there”, Leopold said. He carefully picked up Snow White and they all helped her into another room of the cottage. There they laid her to continue her sleep. Once they closed the door, Oswald and his family agreed, “We shall ask more in the morning. For now, let’s let her rest.”

Snow White’s eyes fluttered open from a stream of light. It was morning now, and she was…in a bed? She sat up and yawned. Then she looked around. “How did I?…”, she said to herself. There was a sudden knock at the door, which made her jump, “Oh! Um, come in!” The door opened and the men trailed in. Snow White gasped, the owners. She quickly got up from the bed, her face filled with guilt, “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to impose on all of you! Thank you for your hospitality! I shall take my leave!” “Now now hold on there my dear.”, Oswald stopped her, “There’s no need for apologies. We’re all more curious than offended.” Snow White steadied her nerves, though that didn’t do much. “You are Snow White, correct? The princess?”, Oswald asked. Snow White nodded. Oswald continued, “Please, tell us what has happened to you.” The men listened to Snow White’s tale of distress. How the queen had ordered her execution but she was spared, how she ran and ran until she couldn’t no more, and how her discovery and subsequent cleaning session occurred. Snow White then stated, “And as my note says, please accept my pearls as payment. I know I’ve done wrong by entering your home, imposing myself on your chores, drinking your water, and using your materials to make bread. I am deeply sorry. I shall take my leave if you insist upon it.” “That will not be necessary.” Grandpa cut in, his old cane making a little sound with every step, “You appear to mean us no harm, actually quite the opposite. Though odd for a first instinct, you have nothing to worry about.” “And besides,” , Harold began, “what kind of hosts would we be if we let a young lady be sent back into the woods?” “Can she stay with us?”, Oliver asked. The men looked at each other and nodded. Oswald turned to Snow White, “That is, if you’d like to stay here. We can’t offer much, but you’re more than welcome to share our home.” Snow White’s eyes were filled with tears, and her smile returned to her face, “You really mean it? Why yes! Yes of course! Oh! But please no need to show me special treatment. I can help! I can cook and clean and keep home. If that’s okay?” The men smiled and laughed. “I hope you can make a good stew if you’re offering.”, Harold joked. “And you certainly will not be doing any work in that. We’ll get you proper clothing if you’re to hide here with us”, interjected Phillipe. “That settles it then.”, said Oswald, “The guest room is yours, princess. And I believe I speak for us all when I say, you may stay here as long as you’d like.” Snow White eyes lit up, and her smile warmed up the room, “Thank you…Thank you so much. And please, call me Snow.”

Back at the castle, the queen wore a mourning face. The servants and guards were quiet, no one smiled or laughed. How could they? Their dear princess was no more. The king’s letter ordered a period of mourning, and upon his arrival home they would hold a proper ceremony to honor his daughter. Once alone, the queen was giddy! She arrive at her mirror and asked the same question, “My dear my magic mirror, tell me so, whom in this land is the fairest? Tell me true!” The mirror spoke, “My dear queen, though your beauty is striking and rare, hidden in the woods in a cottage , Snow White is far more pure and fair.” The queen’s glee turned sour. How?! How could she be alive?! She realized she had been tricked. Pure rage filled her face, and then panic. The king would soon learn the truth! She had to act and act fast.

Meanwhile, Snow White was now simply Snow. Her torn royal robes now replaced with average peasant clothing, courtesy of Phillipe. She spent her days keeping the cottage tidy and clean. Snow prepped hardy and filling meals, and the men savored each bite. They returned each day with fine jewels and metals and showed her the art of jewelry and metal works. Once their treasures were made, some of the men would travel to a town to sell their goods. They’d bring back supplies and food with the money. The cottage had never been so lively. Snow would hum songs as she worked. She would clean the pickaxes with Leopold and Harold, sew and mend clothes with Phillipe, read poems and tell stories with Oswald and Merlin, and help care for Grandpa and Oliver.

One day, the men had to leave for another large haul in the mines, and Snow was left to her chores. She was hanging to laundry when an old woman walked on through a bush and got caught on the thorns. Snow quickly helped the old woman and check her over for injuries. The old lady laughed, “I’m alright my dear, no worry. Thank you for being so kind. Would you care to see my laces? I was on my way to town to sell them.” Snow’s eyes sparkled at the laces, many shimmered in beautiful colors. The one that caught her eye though was a crimson red lace, a simple yet elegant piece. She taken out her little pouch of money from helping the men with their jewelry and paid for the lace. “Allow me to help you with that.” , the old woman offered. She laced up Snow’s dress and bid the girl farewell. As Snow looked at her lace with glee, she began to feel a tight pain. Her breathes were growing faint, and she could stand. The lace was pulling tighter either every breath until she collapsed onto the cottage floor. Later the men returned to the cottage, carrying another large haul of goods when they gasped. They hurried to Snow’s side, frantically trying to wake her. Grandpa grew serious and ordered the lace to be cut. Without hesitation, Phillipe cut the lace. Then the lace morphed into snakes! The men were startled and tossed the snakes outside, and they slithered away. Snow’s eyes began to open once more. “Snow, what happened?! Who did this?!”, they asked. Snow told of her encounter today and dread ran down all their necks. There was only one person it could be; the queen. Snow looked ashamed at being tricked. They called a house meeting and all agreed, Snow needed better protection. The next day they got to work. Grandpa and Merlin showed Snow the minerals they gathered and how they made elixirs and cures. Leopold gifted Snow a little dagger to keep on her person at all times. Oswald and Harold showed Snow what poisons to be wary of. And to comfort her, Phillipe made snow new laces, ones far more beautiful and elegant than the one that almost took her life. Oliver, who had grown quite attached to Snow, insisted on staying back to protect her every day. The me didn’t oppose, perhaps another pair of eyes would be useful. Snow thanked her friends for all their help, and learned all she could from them. She hoped this wouldn’t happen again.

The seasons began to change, it was now autumn. The woods were now orange and yellow, and the air grew colder. Snow and the little men worked together to prepare for winter. They chopped woods, gathered roots and berries, and all while laughing and joking. On one of these days, they all entered the woods to gather herbs. They split up into groups to cover more ground. While Snow was picking herbs, she heard a twig snap! She readied her dagger, remembering what Leopold taught her, and stood her ground. Before she could act she was thrown back to the ground. Another person had collided with her, tripping on a rock. The stranger apologized profusely, and then stopped. Their eyes met. Snow recognized that voice. The prince she grew up with, who was her best friend, “Archie?!””Snowy?!”, he cried. They two friends begun to cheer and laugh, and immediately threw themselves into each other’s arms. Archie cried as he held his old friend close, and Snow wept into his shoulder. “We were told you were torn apart by wild beasts…”, he said. Before Snow could explain, the men quickly arrived, ready to defend Snow from another attempt. Snow stopped them and joyfully introduced Archie. Archie was a friendly fellow. Very warm and very inviting. The men and Snow led Archie to the cottage where they spoke and caught up. Snow explained her story and Archie’s eyes filled with anger. He explained the queen told everyone that she was dead! Archie felt ashamed for being so easily tricked and wanted to confront the queen himself. Snow stopped him, and told him that until the king returned he could not. The men allowed the two some time alone and Snow told Archie everything. Archie had only been on a hunting expedition, only to find his friend hiding as a peasant, waiting for her father to return to expose the queen’s lies without putting anyone in danger. Archie understood. More than anything he was thrilled Snow was okay! They embraced and Archie promised he’d return again, checking up on Snow and the men to ensure their safety. He thanked the men profusely for protecting Snow, and left to return to his castle.

On one of Archie’s visits, now also disguised as a peasant to conceal his involvement in protecting Snow White, an old man stumbled near the well and wheezed. The youth hurried to help the man and gave him water. The old man thanked the pair . As Snow left to the cottage to return the cup they used, the old man saw the love in Archie’s eyes. He told the lovestruck prince, “I see you are in love, and I too once had a girl I cared for. And as a sign of good faith, please accept this hair piece. It was my late wife’s and we had no children. I know she’d be honored if a new couple could continue our tradition.” Archie, hesitantly eyed the comb and accepted it. It was a simple piece, possibly silver. The old man wished the prince good luck with his courtship and left. Snow and Oliver were washing dishes when Archie entered the cottage and presented the piece to Snow. Snow was touched by the gift. Oliver was confused, now understanding women’s fashion. Snow and Archie laughed and demonstrated for the young boy. Snow placed the hair piece into her hair and twirled, showing off her new look. The boys laughed and clapped and Snow bowed. Then she shot up! Her eyes were wide, she couldn’t speak. Archie and Oliver hurried to her side and she slumped over. The hair piece was digging into her scalp! Archie quickly got the hair piece off Snow and tossed it away. It morphed into a black widow spider, it hissed at the youngsters. Oliver hurried out the door and ran to the mine to bring the other men. Archie held Snow and cried out, trying to wake her. The men returned quickly. Merlin felt Snow’s head and ordered herbs and minerals. They quickly gathered up the supplies and were told to put it in water. Doing as they were told, they presented the elixir to Merlin. Merlin told Archie to have Snow drink it and quickly. Archie did as he was told, helping Snow drink. It was silent for a moment…and then Snow coughed. Her breath returned, though labored. Archie held her close and told the men what had occurred, and begged for forgiveness. The men comforted the couple, relieved that again they avoided a tragic loss. That night they came up with a new plan. It was no longer safe for Snow to stay at the cottage. None of them were safe. Archie invited the men and Snow to his castle, at least there they’d be guarded. It would take time though to prepare for more guests. They agreed, saying they had to prep the cottage for a long leave.

“My dear my magic mirror, tell me so, whom in this land is now the fairest? Tell me true!”, the queen asked the mirror. The mirror again told her, “My dear queen, though your beauty is striking and rare, hidden in the woods in a cottage , Snow White is far more pure and fair.” The queen was now engulfed in rage. She had tried the laces, and failed. She had tried the hair piece, and she failed again! Her attempts were thwarted time and time again and soon the king would return from his journey! She thought long and hard. She needed a plan that would ensure Snow White would never return. And she looked at the late queen’s old painting….a single apple among the winter snow. And evil grin now on her face.

Winter was fast approaching. The men stayed at the cottage now that the weather was turning cold. Soon they’d head to Archie’s castle to hunker down for the winter. The king was to return by spring, and so all they had to do was lay low. They gathered apples and berries to bring on their journey. Snow picked as many as she could when one caught her eye. While the others were a mix of yellows and reds, this one was fully red and ripe. She thought back to the painting her mother made before her birth and her heart filled with sadness. She picked the apple and kept it close, returning to the men with her bounty. They all sat and rested. They enjoyed their little snacks and Snow had the apple she picked just for herself. As she bit into it she thought of her father, how happy she’ll be once she reunites with him soon. She thought of the men who risked their safety for hers. And Archie, the prince who she had fallen in love with and was ready to help her and her friends. Snow felt her worried were almost over….and then she collapsed. The men hurried to her. They gave her elixirs and herbs, but nothing woke her. Grandpa and Merlin inspected the apple, and horror spread across them all. It was enchanted. No herb or elixir would save Snow this time. They tried in vain to wake up their friend, but it was no use. They started to weep.

The queen asked her mirror once again, “My dear my magic mirror, tell me so, whom in this land is now the fairest? Tell me true!” The mirror spoke, “My queen…it is now you…” She cackled and cheered! She had done it! Now all that was left to to keep the king in the dark.

The men carried Snow back to the cottage. They made her comfortable, flowers lined her bed. Oswald called for his fellow men, newfound determination filled him even if it was only a little, “ We’ve come this far just to quit? Did she quit when she ran? When she offered her services? When she kept escaping death’s grip time and time again? I think not!” The others wanted to cheer, but they were uncertain. Grandpa spoke, his voice low but still a little hopeful, “If none of our elixirs and cures can help, then I’ll continue to find a way…” “We must tell Archie of the news, he might be able to help.”, said Merlin. Harold left the cottage with Leopold and Oliver, as fast as they could to Archie’s kingdom.

Meanwhile Archie and his castle staff had prepared fine rooms and essentials for Snow White and the men. Though Archie was growing worried. It was still a few days ride from the castle to the cottage. Hopefully the snow didn’t slow them down. And then suddenly the castle doors swung open as Harold, Leopold, and Oliver hurried to Archie. As they told their story, Archie’s heart dropped.

The party returned with Archie, who now gazed upon Snow White’s face. It’s like she wasn’t even dead. Grandpa and Merlin looked tired, they had been searching for answers. Oswald and Phillipe stayed by the princess’s side, praying. Archie heart ached, if only he had been there. They all moved aside as Archie knelt down to Snow White’s side. He took her hand and wept, “I’m so sorry Snow…” Grandpa spoke up, his hope now dashed, “I’ve looked through everything I could…I couldn’t find a way to break the enchantment…” The men wept for their lost friend. Archie pressed his forehead against Snow White’s, “I love you Snow White…and I hope somehow you’ll know…” He gently kissed her forehead, a kiss farewell, and bowed his head…

A glow began to shine from Snow White’s throat. Everyone stopped and watched in awe as the apple piece that had been caught in her throat had lost its enchantment. Snow White coughed up the piece and began to breathe once again. She opened her eyes and sat up, and looked around, “What happened?…Are we at your home already Archie?” The men and Archie cheered with joy and wept happy tears. Archie hugged Snow White tight, and Snow White simply smiled and went along with it. They explained what had happened, and Snow White now understood. She got up from her bed, now standing tall and determined. “My step mother had tricked me, and tried to take my life. And she used my mother’s memory to do it. If her offenses weren’t treasonous enough, now she had truly crossed the line. Now my friends, we must hurry and plan our next move. For if she’s now stooped to this point to end me, I can only wonder what she’ll do to my father.” They all left the cottage and left to Archie’s castle, planning their next move.

Spring had finally arrived. The king was now home, and mourning had begun. Everyone in the castle was quiet, only soft weeps were heard. The king looked upon the old paintings of his wife and now his daughter. How could he fail them both…The wicked queen comforted her husband, now fully satisfied she convinced him of Snow White’s demise. A messenger arrived and told the king and queen their ally, Prince Archibald and his entourage have arrived for an audience. They met the young prince who had his men with him. Not just his men, but 7 smaller men and his wife’s huntsman too. The king was happy to see the young prince he had watch grow from a boy to a man, but his heart grew sad as he told of Snow White’s fate. Archie stood tall and informed the king he and all the kingdom have been tricked by the queen. The queen scoffed and lied, saying grief had clouded his mind. The king asked if there was proof of these allegations. The seven men presented the king with their proof. The snakes that once were laces, the spider who was once a hair piece, the apple that was still fully ripe and red with a piece missing. Then, Prince Archie presented his evidence. Walking past him to the king was none other than SNOW WHITW!!! She was back in royal robes, her hair and face adorned in jewels and gold made by her friends, and she was very much alive. The queen was silent. The king ran to his daughter in joy and hugged her tight, weeping. Snow White cried with her father, overjoyed. “Is this true child?”, the king asked. Snow White nodded, “I’m afraid it’s all true.” Suddenly guards arrive, frazzled and confused. They were carrying many bottles and potions, and even worse; poisons. “Your majesty! We have recovered these from the gardens! Someone had them buried!” The King looked at the queen, who was now even paler. “Is this true my love? You tried to have my child killed?!”, the king barked. The queen was silent. Then she chuckled. Her chuckled quickly changed to a cackle. It sounded angry and wicked. The queen confessed. Everything they said was true! The king was enraged and called for the queen to be arrested, but she ran past them all in a hurry. The little men and the prince chased after the queen, and Snow White followed not long after.

On top of the castle the queen was chased. She cursed and threw all she could to stop them from capturing her until she was cornered. The men surrounded her, and Snow White arrived soon after. She looked at her step mother, hurt but no longer afraid. “We welcomed you to our home, and treated you as family. Even if it was a marriage of convenience, we loved you. I do not understand why you are the way you are, but I wish to show mercy. You are to be banished from our land and to never return. Your family will be informed of your actions.” The queen was enraged. “This isn’t over you vicious brat! I won’t be made a fool! I won’t be outshined by a small insignificant child! And I’ll die before YOU outshine ME!” Before anyone could act, she lunged at Snow White and tackled her down, but she over shot and the two fell over the side of the castle ledge. Snow White quickly grabbed onto the ledge and grabbed the queen’s hand. Snow White, though upset, didn’t wish to see anyone die. The queen looked up at the child, who she looked down upon now looking down on her, and sneered. She clawed and scratched at Snow White, trying one last time to end it all, but her thrashing only made her lose her grip. The Queen plummeted to the ground, her cries loud and then silent. Archie and the men quickly rescued Snow White and pulled her to safety. Snow White sighed in relief, the first time since the day she was first to be killed.

The king begged Snow White to forgive him for allowing such a woman into their lives, but Snow White comforted her old father. “Now is not the time to dwell on the past. Spring has arrived, and a new day is upon us. Let’s all celebrate a new era and new beginnings.”

The kingdom celebrated the return of their king and princess. The streets were filled with music and dancing. The little men were richly rewarded and honored for their selflessness and compassion. Snow White then told Archie with pure love in her heart, “I love you too, Archie”. The young couple shared a kiss as the celebration went on, for a new future awaited them all.

And they all live, happily ever after.

(I spent like 2 hours writing this what the heck, I hope it’s not bad 😭)

#fairy tale au #snow white au #fairytale

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nanaminslvt · 1 month ago

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Kento Nanami Headcanons!! (NSFW &SFW)

A/N: haiii this is my first post YES it is freaky and YES i AM ovulating thank you for reading btw😋 (and yes i am a FIRM believer that he had piercings in hs)

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SFW BELOW

loves receiving massages from you after work, or anytime really

his love language is acts of service

he dresses like a sugar daddy and i STAND on that

would be the type to lift your head up with his fingers (if you’re short) so you two can make direct eye contact while talking, he just has to make sure you’re listening to him he’s not tryna make you nervous ofc!! never that!

the type to smirk behind your back after you try (and fail) to make him laugh

he would stare at you ass secretly when you walk away, he wouldn’t do it in public ofc, he’s a gentleman after all🥰

i saw a fic on this and i’ll try to find it and put it here but he would definitely want you to be “responsible” for his tie. taking it off, and putting it on and maybe tugging on it too

literally the best person to ask for food recommendations

i feel like i’m only saying this cause it applies to me but i think he hates feet

caresses his old healed piercings and reminiscences about his days with haibara when they were in school, if you ever see him doing it he’ll probably be smiling and blushing a bit, but if you catch him he’ll go back to normal IMMEDIATELY

would prefer calling to texting cause he can see your pretty face

he would 100% help you take down your hair after all he knows itll bring you closer together thats really all he wants! to love you and to worship you and if that means sitting down or standing up for hours with greasy and cramping hands then so be it for him

NSFW BELOW

okay so first off Nanami does NOT do quickies and i stand by that, he’s the type to take his time, to worship you, to make you feel like an absolute queen/king, to ruin you, to mark you slowly and make sure you know who you belong to

okay we know he’s a foodie and loves food right and we also know he loves you…so yk if you put two and two together…let me elaborate

He slides the strawberry across your whipped cream and chocolate covered torso and right into his mouth, you smile as you watch him enjoy the strawberry

if you’re being honest it almost felt…dirty to be doing this, especially with such delicious treats. when Nanami had first suggested food play you were skeptical but eventually agree, if it made your kenny happy then sure why not?

so you said yes, and that’s how you ended up on the counter being worshipped no devoured by your sweet gentleman of a husband, with whipped cream and chocolate all over your body

his tongue is wet and slurping up the chocolate on your nipple like a starved man .if only you knew how long he had been wanting to do this if only he’d told you sooner

but you oh you knew, you felt it, in every lick, every stroke, every bite, every deep breath, and every hungry glare he shot your way

“You taste divine”

“Me or the strawberry” you chuckle

“You” kiss “Always you my sweet girl”

if you were to ask Nanami if he was ass or boobs guy he either wouldnt answer or he would just walk away. but deep down in his heart he knows he’s a boob guy, he loves boobs, big, little, huge, flat? all the same to him. as long as he gets to tease and play with them until you’re shivering and begging him to make you cum-oh you want me to elaborate? fine😒

“Hey kenny, can i ask you a question?”

“Yes? my sweet”

“Ass or tits?”

he take a deep breath and takes off his glasses “Excuse me?”

“You know what do you like more on me? ass or tits?”

“Sweetheart, i am not answering that”

“Huh? why not?

“Because it’s borderline disrespectful to you and to me”

you roll your eyes “Whatever”

he shakes his head and chuckles, going back to his book as you walk away in utter confusion and offense

but right then and there is when he makes his “move” as you walk away, as his beautiful clueless wife walks away, he stares right at your butt

Is he ashamed? Yes

Will he do it again? Absolutely

he’s in love with domesticity, especially coming home from a hard aching day of working for those shit-head higher up at his office job just to come home to the prettiest little wife in a sun dress and apron in the kitchen, the kitchen smelling like whatever absolute perfection that you made in that pot (that he will gobble up in 5 seconds btw) oh god he would absolutely melt. and then after getting your tummies full he gets you full. it’s truly his ultimate fantasy

SIT ON THAT MANS FACE! that’s all😊

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A/N:haii so this is the end thank you so much for reading and yeah let me know how you felt about these head canons and yes this is for the black girls bc i personally am i black girl and there seriously aren’t enough fics for us out there🫶🏽

#nanami x black!reader #kento x reader #yandere nanami kento #kento nanami #jjk x black!reader

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ribread03 · 10 months ago

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Letter Home

M. Sturniolo

When Matt finds a letter you are writing home about him…

Warnings: making out

THIS IS MY WORK AND MY IDEAS! I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION TO USE THIS FOR “INSPIRATION” OR FOR YOU TO COPY!

Ri.talks: this has to be one of my favorite things I’ve written ever! I love the song that goes with it and i even use some of it in the letter that y/n is writing! The word could is a heavy 1.1k 🤭

Also please listen to the song if you don’t know it! The letter will make a lot more sense if you do!

You are sitting at your desk with a pen and piece of paper. You are currently writing a letter home to your mom and dad about your new boyfriend, Matt. Talking about his looks and how he treats you like your are queen.

“Hi Mama,

I met this really sweet guy here in Boston, his name is Matt. Daddy might not like his job, he’s a YouTuber with his TRIPLET brothers. They are both really nice, their names are Nick and Chris. They always have me over for movie nights and just to hang out.

Matt has the prettiest blue eyes. Daddy will like the fact that he opens the door for me any where, the car door, the front door, doors to gas stations, every door you could imagine. He always makes sure that I’m happy and never gives me a reason to cry. He always finds an excuse to spoil me, whether it be getting my favorite take out or buying me a new stuffed animal; you know how much i love my stuffies he loves his the same!

He feels like the right person, my forever. He’s not where we are from but he is everything I could ever need.

He’s recently gotten me to wear Celtics green, it’s his favorite basketball team. I always cheer when he does even tho I don’t watch many sports, I still like to be there with him.

I love you mama,

Y/N <3”

You’re pulled from your thoughts by a knock on your front door. You know it’s Matt, the two of you were going to have a movie night. Getting up from your desk, you quickly make it to the front door opening it for Matt.

“Hi Matt” you say with a warm smile, stepping aside to let Matt in. He is quick to pull into a warm embrace once he is in the door, swaying gently as his arms wrap around your torso tightly.

“Hi,” he says softly as he pulls away from you, a smile on his lips. The two of you walk side by side to your room, hands brushing slightly as you walk.

You don’t stop at your bedroom door, you continue walking to the bathroom. “I have to pee then I’ll be right in,” you say opening the bathroom door and disappearing into it.

Matts POV

I watched as y/n walked past her bedroom door and towards the bathroom. Her voice floats through the air as she tells me she will only be a minute. I step into her room quickly glancing around and finding some of the new little pieces of decor she’s placed in it since I’ve last been in it.

My eyes follow the walls to her desk that is right next to me. There is a piece of paper on it, something thats not normal there. Picking it up I flip it over, my curiosity getting the best of me.

I saw her handwriting, “a handwritten note,” I think to myself. Reading the note I come across my name, then Nick and Chris’s. Once I finish reading the some what personal note back to her mom and dad my heart flutters with love, feeling full of it. I go to place it back down on the desk the way I had found it, but not before she opened the door to her bedroom.

Back to Y/N

“Matt you weren’t supposed to see that!” You quickly say while grabbing the note and bringing it, the side with words to your chest. Butterfly’s filling your stomach as you look at Matt. Your cheeks flush at the thought that he had read what you wrote.

All Matt does and stare at you in what looks to be pure awe. He opens and closes his mouth a few times before speaking, “Y/N I- I don’t know what to say.” You can see the slight gloss in his eyes, “do you mean everything on that?” He points at the paper in your arms.

“Mhm” you hum out, nodding your head lightly; scared that if you talk to loud your voice might break. All of the sudden he smashes his lips on yours, you didn’t realize at first but once you did you started kissing him back. The only sound in the room is the wet sounds of your lips and teeth colliding, for the first time ever.

Matt pulls away from your lips, a string of saliva connecting them still. His forehead rest on yours as the two of you catch your breaths. Your heart is beating fast as you pant along with Matt. “Matt,” you whisper out, still catching your breath.

“You’re writing a letter home about me?” Matts voice breaks slightly, seeming to be surprised about the fact you are writing a letter home to your parents.

“Yeah,” you say with a soft smile. “When it’s something important to me I like to write home.” At your words Matt places another kiss on your lips, his hands coming up to cup your cheeks. This one is different than the first, this one is slower as if Matt’s trying to tell you he feels the same towards you; that your special to him to.

Matt breaks the kiss, leaving a few small pecks before he speaks. “That- Y/N, That means so much to me,” his voice is low. Matt kisses you softly again, smiling into the kiss as he does so.

You pull away from Matt, your forehead resting on his again, your breaths mingling. “You’re a good kisser,” you whisper out with a small giggle. Your arms go around his torso, bringing him closer to you.

“Yeah?” Matt whispers with a small smile on his face. You nod your head, your smile matching his.

“Yeah” you say matter a factly, letting out another soft laugh. “A very good kisser.” You place the letter back on your desk, face down just like it was before. You pull away from Matt for good this time, moving to sit on your bed.

“Good to know,” Matt says with a smile, walking towards the bed. He sits down next to you, scooting to be right at your side. You turn the TV on, clicking on Disney+ and scrolling to the Star Wars movies.

The two of you have been having movie nights two times a week since you started dating. Recently you’ve been working on the Star Wars movies, now on the third one. Clicking on the movie, the description starts to scroll on the screen, Matt has made it kinda his thing to read them to you.

You smile as his voice floats through the room, reading every word that slides across the screen. As the movie starts you snuggle closer to Matt’s side, your leg draping across both of his.

As the night continues both you and Matt start to drift asleep. In each other’s arms, the credits of the movie rolling on the TV as a soft snore leaves Matt’s lips. A smile still on your lips as you fall into a deeper sleep in Matt’s arms, the night coming to a quick end.

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THANK YOU FOR READING! THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVORITES AND I FEEL LIKE I DID SUCH A GOOD JOB ON IT!

#matt sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nick sturniolo #chris sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo x reader #matt stuniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo x you #matt sturniolo fluff #matt sturniolo imagine #matthew sturniolo #matt #the sturniolo triplets #sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic

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corruptedcaps · 1 year ago

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Tastes

It had started innocently enough. Claire had found the latex skirt at a thrift store and had taken a shine to it. The normally conservatively dressed girl was taken aback by her own interest in the skirt. It was shorter than what she was usually comfortably with, the material was something she detested and the colour matched none of her existing clothes, in essence it was the furtherest thing from her own tastes but for some reason she walked out of the store with it newly purchased.

“Wow I don’t know why I wanted this so badly but I’m glad I did it looks great!”. She said happily later at home. She spun around in front of the mirror smiling to herself.

“This will be perfect for my date later.” She said to herself taking in her figure from every angle.

However something was feeling off. Something not quite right like she was missing something. It clicked.

“My hair is all wrong and I need a facial.” She said snapping her fingers in her moment of realization.

She was never one to care that much about her appearance but a half hour later she was in the salon being convinced to go for a drastic hair change.

“Are you sure? That’s a big difference from what I have now.” She asked the hairdresser who suggested it.

“Absolutely it is but right now your hair says ‘nice to meet you’ but what you really want it to say is ‘it’s nice to meet me.” Replied the hairdresser.

Claire liked the sound of that. Really liked the sound of that as she started to feel a warmth below her waste that was unusual for her.

“Do it.” Claire said in a low register that was laced with sudden confidence and the hairdresser got to work.

As the hairdresser got to work Claire closed her eyes and let her mind drift. She imagined the look on the face of her date when she would show up later looking like a new woman.

“He probably won’t even recognize me, he’ll think I’m there to steal him away. Mmmm that’s kind of hawt.” She thought as the hairdressers’ fingers massaged her scalp sending her further into her fantasy.

“Claire? Sounds like some unfuckable loser. I’m Chantelle, my tastes are as rich as my name sounds.” She imagined saying to her date.

As her fantasy continued she felt a pleasurable tingle coarse through her body, unaware that her simple latex skirt was growing up her body, absorbing her top underneath the salon cape draped over her.

“You seem like a man of refined taste, but can you keep up with mine?” She said in her fantasy while her lips curled up into a seductive smile.

“How about we go back to your place and I’ll show you how delectable my taste can be.” She giggled in her mind playfully.

“All done!” The hairdresser suddenly said, breaking Claire from her fantasy. As the hairdresser moved away, Claire finally got a look at herself in the mirror and her instance reaction was one of shock.

“Who is that?” She wondered as she gazed at the beauty in front of her. Her hair was big and eye catching, her face was smooth and painted with bitchy perfection. Even her eyes seemed to sparkle. So captivated she hadn’t even noticed her outfit had changed.

The longer she stared at herself the longer she felt a coldness wrap around her heart. Altruistic feelings were being sapped from her as more narcissistic thoughts slipped in in their place. Her face rested into a bitchy pout.

Rising from the chair like a regal queen she clip clopped over to the register in high heels not realizing that she had walked in with sneakers on.

“You look wonderful miss.” The hairdresser praised as she rung her up. Claire basked in the attention. She did look wonderful.

As she walked back through the mall towards her car she felt the eyes of every man on her, drinking her in. The longer they looked the more her mind became wicked and vain.

“Of course they can’t stop looking, it’s not everyday they see a goddess.” She thought to herself as she took her time getting to the parking garage, she needed everyone to see her. She craved it.

Again so occupied by her thoughts that she didn’t feel her outfit change on her body, becoming shorter, tighter. Her heels became taller as her breasts pushed her dress to its breaking point.

The outfit had reached its final form and in turn had totally corrupted Claire. As she stepped into the parking garage and eyed her beat up car she nearly gagged. This wouldn’t do for a woman of her status.

Thankfully a she spotted a handsome man hitting the alarm off button on his expensive convertible. He would do, Claire thought to herself as she stalked over to him.

“Excuse me, but would you do me a kindness and drop a girl like me home?” She said rocking up to him.

“I’m sorry but-” he said turning around and going mute at the sight of her. She gave him a fake smile as she put her hand on his shoulder.

“I would be so grateful if you could.” She said batting her long eyelashes at him. Looking down at his hand she noticed a wedding ring. Even better she thought wickedly to herself.

“For sure, no problem. Please get in Miss…?” He replied transfixed by her.

“Chantelle.” She simply said as she walked around to the passenger side.

“Chantelle? That’s a gorgeous name.” He said as they both got in the car. She sat seductively across from him.

“Suits me then don’t you think?” She said flirtily making him gulp.

“So eh, where can I drop you?” He said starting the engine.

“Oh your house will do.” She said putting her hand on his thigh. He gulped again as he pressed the button on his car to close the roof, he had a feeling he was going to need the privacy.

#f2f #corruption #bitchification #magic #corrupted clothing #cc2024

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Gotham at Night | Terry McGinnis x Batsis

Synopsis: Valerie and Terry share a moment after they run into each other at a club right after training.

When Terry said he wouldn’t mind having a woman’s legs around his leg, this was not what he meant—on the sparring mat, his arm stretched and locked while Valerie, once again, took him down in five moves.

“Hey, I tapped out!” Terry called out.

Valerie released him and got up to get her drink from her dog, Andromeda, who had a vest with water bottle holders for when they run. Her father came to her side, tossing her a shirt. Bruce never liked seeing Valerie sparring with Terry wearing only a sports bra and spandex. He got into an argument about it with her but Vivian intervened and said, “I worked out wearing the same thing back then, I don’t see how this is wrong, Bruce.”

How was he going to say that it’s different since Valerie was sparring with Terry. A teenage boy. And He wasn’t comfortable seeing his daughter wearing those clothes while getting tangled with a guy. Without sounding sexist.

In the end, Bruce settled with just throwing her a shirt after she beats Terry’s ass on the mat.

“You have the heart and the brains to be Batman,” Bruce told Terry.

Valerie scoffed. “Really? The brains? I had to get him out of that riddle the other day.”

Bruce ignored her. “But you’re a long way from being as good of a fighter as Batman was.”

“Sorry, if I didn’t spend my teen years traveling the world to learn twenty-three martial art styles.”

“That’s why we train.”

“It would help if she eases it up a little,” Terry glared at Valerie. “And she cheats with magic.”

“Yeah, because he Jokerz are going to go easy on you,” Valerie rolled her eyes. “Wonder Woman up, McGinnis.”

“That’s it for tonight, go home and rest,” Bruce told the young man.

“Can’t, I have something tonight. I gotta meet Dana.”

“You sure? You haven’t had a full rest since last weekend.”

“The woes of living a double life,” Terry shrugged. “Dibs on the shower first!”

Valerie turned to him with an incredulous look. “Dude, my freaking house is upstairs, I can shower in one of those anytime I want!”

“What ever, Princess,” Terry snickered as he opened the sliding door to the showers.

“And it’s a hundred and eighty,” Bruce called out to him.

“What?”

Smirking, the old man said to him: “Batman knows a hundred and eighty martial arts styles. Something for you to think about.”

Terry groaned and slammed the door shut.

~ * ~

Heading up the Manor, Terry was greeted by the sight of Vivian Pryor about to join her husband at the study where Bruce normally hangs out now. The older woman was carrying a tray with soup, a glass of water, and some of Bruce’s medication.

“Someone’s all dressed up,” said Vivian.

“Yeah, I promised to meet up with Dana. Let me help you with that, Professor Pryor,” Terry took the tray from her.

“What a gentleman,” Vivian chuckled. “Ah, to be young and have all that energy to pull all nighters. I miss that sometimes.”

Terry laughed. “I can only imagine how it was before. With the Justice League and all, do you guys ever sleep then?”

“We do—well, I do… Bruce has mastered the art of microsleep. It’s not advisable but I married a stubborn man. Some nights he’d be just awake beside me. Doing work while in bed, it would be a miracle for him to actually use the bed to sleep and not an extension of the cave.”

“Miro-sleep, huh,” Terry thought out loud.

“Don’t. It was wrong of me to even give you the idea. It takes a lot of training and discipline,” Vivian told him.

Entering the study, they saw Bruce sitting at his leather seat and Valerie all dressed up while talking to her father about something.

“Please don’t tell me you’re arguing again,” Vivian sighed.

Terry placed Bruce’s soup and meds on the table for the man to take.

“We’re not. I just told Dad that I’ll be meeting an old family friend before his meeting with Queen Industries tomorrow morning. Just to warm things up,” Valerie reassured her mother.

“And I told her that there’s no need. Oliver Queen and I are well acquainted and there’s no need for her to go through all that trouble.”

“Fine, I’m going out for myself. Come on, Dad, it’s been a while since I saw Connor Lance-Queen.”

“Well, just take care when you’re out there, okay?” Vivian kissed her daughter’s forehead.

“I will, Mom,” Valerie smiled, she then went to her father and kissed his cheek. “I’ll be back before curfew… which is three in the morning.”

Bruce hummed disapprovingly.

“Need a ride somewhere, Princess?” Terry teased her. “Want me to drive the limo?”

“With those bags under your eyes? I’d be safer driving with a student driver than you right now. Seriously, McGinnis, get some rest.”

After saying goodbye, the two teenagers left the study and were heading to the front door.

“What about you? Your mom mentioned that you don’t really have a good sleeping schedule either. Do you do Microsleep or something?”

“So, she told you about that, huh? Batman’s big secret on how he survives seventy-two hour cases with only a minute of sleep. Trust me, McGinnis, that shit is dangerous, you don’t want to even try it.”

They came to their vehicles. Terry riding his motorcycle and Valerie a car.

“Since I am Batman, I gotta do that, right? Come on, Val, just teach me how you do it.”

“I don’t do microsleep, McGinnis. I’m just a nocturnal being. I have more energy at night than in the day. The only reason why I get to have all that energy in the day is this,” she showed her magic. “But even Mom tells me that’s dangerous.”

“You’re lying, I know you’re trying to learn how your old man does it.”

Valerie shrugged. “Maybe I am or maybe I’m not. Just so you know, Mom would obligate Batman to take a night off every week, same goes for the Robins. No events, no cases, just a night at home to catch some Zzs.”

“Whatever… Are you really going to meet up with some friends tonight? You’re not going to stay up for a case?” Terry got on his bike and started the engine.

“I am. Surprised? I have a life outside all this too, you know.”

“Connor Lance-Queen must be something for you to go out and meet him, huh?”

Valerie raised a brow. “Jealous?”

Terry frowned. “Not even close.”

“I won’t meddle with your dates if you don’t meddle with mine.”

Terry laughed. “Oh! So it is a date! Does Mr. Wayne know? Or are you sneaking out and you’re just using Queen Industries’ visit to Wayne Enterprises as an excuse?”

Valerie closed her car door and walked up to him. “How about this, you don’t tell him about this and I’ll give you the first step on how to do microsleep.”

Terry held out his hand to her. “Deal.” They shook. “So, what’s the first step?”

Valerie got in her car but before she closed the door she told him: “Discipline, McGinnis!”

She drove away, leaving him in the dust.

~ * ~

“Terry!” Dana called for him from the dance floor. She ran, leaving her friends, so she could greet him with a kiss. “What took you so long?”

“Just things with Mr. Wayne,” Terry shrugged. “Hope I'm not too late.”

“You're not, come on!” Dana grabbed his arm and pulled him to the dance floor. It was fun, being there with his girlfriend and their friends, dancing, acting like teenagers like he wasn't doing the whole Batman thing. It was nice to be normal. It was nice to have a peek at what his life could be everyday if he hadn't run into Bruce Wayne and if his was never murdered. But would it always be like this?

Parties. Dancing. Drinking?

Would he go back to his old life of being this troubled kid who always got into trouble?

It was hard to say.

Being Batman gave him purpose and a chance to redeem himself.

His trail of thought was cut off when he saw a familiar face at the upper floor of the club, looking down at all of them. Her black hair trailing down her shoulder, wearing simple looking party clothes but he knew that shirt cost more than his entire outfit tonight, then there was the sun-necklace, and that iconic Wayne smirk on her face.

“Terry, what’s wrong?” Dana asked then she followed his gaze and saw. “Oh, what is she doing here?”

Valerie nodded at his direction and gave a small wave before turning to Bunny Vreeland who was pointing at something.

“She's out with friends. Val said she's meeting with an old friend from the West Coast,” Terry answered.

Right on time, a young man who was just around Valerie's age appeared. He stood out like any other person from Star City wearing a lighter outfit compared to the layers on layers of Gothamites. Connor Lance-Queen, Terry thought out loud just as his friends came to his side and asked who the blonde was. Then out of nowhere, a young man with dark hair, had a couple of tattoos on his arms showing with his shirt sleeves pulled up, joined them.

“Who the hell is that? He looks familiar,” said Dana.

“You're right, he does look familiar,” Maxine was already taking out her phone and use Google Lens to check. “Damnit, why won't my camera focus?”

Because those two are magicians and they know how to obscure eyes and cameras from taking any photos of them there.

He thought Valerie was joking about the date thing---they always banter about anything, that's how their relationship, er friendship, works— but then after Connor Lance-Queen greeted the two young women with a hug, Zachary Zatara came up to Valerie and greeted her with a kiss. Not just any kiss on the cheek that fancy people do to say hi, but a real one on the lips. With tongue, if Terry guessed too.

They're dating?

No, wrong question.

They're still dating? The last he heard about Zach Valerie told him they broke up and now they're back together? He was very much confused.

“Damn, billionaire's daughter is dating a magician-showman,” one of his friends commented. “How the hell did they get together?”

He wasn't sure why they were still watching Valerie make out with Zach.

“Can't say I'm not surprised,” said Maxine. “Billionaires and millionaires have their own little club, you know.”

“Why didn't you tell us that Valerie Wayne's already taken, man!” Someone told him.

“I didn't know either,” Terry said.

Not long, Valerie and her little ground went down the second level of the club to head to the VIP booths at the side. Before Valerie could join them, she made an excuse from her friends so she could say hi to Terry and his friends in their little booth.

“Valerie,” Terry got up, to greet her.

“Terence,” Valerie teased. “I see why you were in a hurry to leave the Manor.”

Dana frowned. “He's off the clock.”

“Dana,” Terry began.

“I just came to say hi, obviously we saw each other earlier and it would be rude if I acted like nothing happened,” Valerie told him. “Listen, this round is on me.” Right on time, a tray of drinks and food came at their table. “But I do hope that right after this, you would consider what the old man said.”

“Which is?” Maxine asked.

“Rest, you need it McGinnis,” Valerie handed him a shot. In it he saw a fading blue swirl inside. “Cheers,” she said but he was sure he heard drink it, “May the night be forever young.”

Terry accepted the drink and took the shot. For a a passing second he felt something running through his body, he felt alive! He was awake---fully energized. Before Valerie left, she whispered to him, “It's not permanent. Just enough to get you through the night without falling over. I suggest you head home after an hour or two.”

“What did you…” Terry trailed off.

Magic, he guessed.

Valerie turned to his friends and waved at them goodbye. She then joined her little group again---the billionaire-millionaire-group---and saw her sit right beside Zach, who immediately had an arm over her shoulder to keep her close. Their own food and drinks arrived and none of them were hungryly getting the drinks. They talked in a serious tone.

Was that a meeting or something?

~ * ~

The enchanted drink got him through a couple of hours of partying, drinking, laughing, and dancing but he was tired, very tired. God, he wanted to sleep but he didn't want to let down Dana. They've been planning for this date, but hell --

"I think I need to sit down for a while," said Terry.

"Oh, okay," said Dana.

As Terry started to walk away, he was tripped. No, he lost his footing and was about to fall face first on the ground but someone caught him.

"Okay, easy now, Soldier," it was Val's voice. She hooked his arm over her shoulder. "Come on, let's get you down."

She had him in a booth. She called for a glass of water from a passing server and when it arrived, she swirled it around and the water turned to some sort of drink with a translucent red drink.

"Normally I'd joke about making miracles but I have a feeling now's not the time," Valerie handed him the glass. "Drink up, it'll help get back your strength."

"Thanks... how do you do it, Val? It's like you don't sleep at all."

Valerie pushed him in the booth and sat at the corner. "What can I say? Waynes are a workaholic and nocturnal bunch,” she joked. “But we're human, Terry. We also rest. There are days when we sleep the whole weekend away or cut our sleep to fit the little windows we have.”

Terry sighed and drank the glass. It helped boost his body but he can't fight the tiredness of his eyes.

“Hey, come on,” Valerie nudged him.

“I don't want to go,” Terry whined.

“Come on, Soldier, get up. I know a place you can rest,” Valerie pulled him by his arm and got it over her shoulder so she could help him walk. “Okay, one step at a time. I got you, McGinnis.”

They climbed up a flight of stairs until they reached the roof's door. Valerie opened it with ease, using her magic, and he was met by the cold Gotham night-air. Terry sighed in relief at the cool air and wet-soil smell. Valerie set him down on the ground, against the wall, then handed him her jacket to use as a pillow behind his head.

“Thanks,” Terry grumbled. “Not a good sight for the big Bat, huh?”

Valerie chuckled. “Not at all.”

“What was that meeting, Val?” Terry asked her. “I know it was a meeting, neither of you were touching the drinks. And if you did, it was mostly just to pretend you were drinking.”

Valerie sighed. “You know how sidekicks of the Justice League made their own little group? Let's say that's what that is. We're nothing official, just a group of friends catching up and doing work to piece everything together. I think the case we’re dealing with now is connected to what's happening in Star City.”

“And you’re just telling me this now?”

Valerie shrugged. “In my defense, Batman just got mixed into this because the threat came to Gotham. If it didn’t, it would have been a Young Justice thing.”

Terry chuckled. “I don’t know if I should be offended that you have your own superhero team or laugh at the fact that you guys call yourselves Young Justice.”

“Not our call. We just got it right after the predecessors either retired or joined the Titans or the New Justice League.”

“And what’s your codename there? And does your dad know about this? What did he say?”

“Dad knows that I’m consulting for them, he would pop a nerve if he did… and–don’t laugh, okay? They started calling me Red Bat all because I wore a red cowl and suit with the bat symbol.”

“Not bad for a kiddie superhero name–ow!” Terry winced after Valerie punched his arm. “So, wanna share with me what that case is?”

“Not yet, we haven’t talked much about it. I wasn’t lying that I came here to see friends, you know.”

Terry scoffed. “I don’t think Zachary Zatara got the memo on that. Last I checked, friends don’t shove their tongues down each other’s throat… wanna talk about that or…”

Valerie sighed. “Where to begin, where to begin…”

“Start wherever you want, Princess, this is going to be a good bedtime story,” Terry slouched on the ground and rested his head on her shoulder. His arms folded over his chest to keep himself warm.

“Zach and I knew each other longer than I knew Connor. Our parents are good friends—his mom was actually Dad’s ex, and his dad was my Mom’s ex-boyfriend.”

Terry opened his eyes and turned to her. “What the hell?”

“I know,” she had him rest on her shoulder again. “Even I found it weird when I found out. But with all the shit that happened to me and my family growing up, the only constant kid who was there, who I never had to lie to was Zach. You can say that our odd family situation is what brought us together, aside from the fact our parents are good friends.

“Long story short, good old childhood friends stepped into puberty. I didn’t really have my first kiss with him, but I was his first kiss. I wasn’t his first, but he was mine. And we just started dating. LDR isn’t really working with us, especially with him going on with showbiz and hero work. We go on and off.”

Terry frowned. “He cheated on you?”

“Can’t really say he cheated on me when we’re not even official… it’s more of an open-kind of thing between us. He’s there when I need a little help on things, and I’m here if I need it.”

“Not really healthy if you ask me.”

“I know… but that’s what I have. I can’t really bring boys to my place because of the old man. And the heroes I know who are living in a close proximity–that are my age–are either taken, gay, or aren’t really up to dating Batman’s daughter.”

“That’s a little lonely.”

“Yeah… the hero community is big but there are just a few that I can say makes me feel that I’m not alone, and they live on the other side of the country,” Valerie sighed.

“Want my honest opinion?” Terry yawned.

“Shoot,” she laughed.

“Take off the safety net, Val. You don’t need it. You’ve jumped buildings and planes without one, you’ll be okay.”

“You don’t know that…”

“I’ve been training with you for more than a year now, I know.”

Valerie smiled. “Get some rest, Terry. Close your eyes and sleep, let yourself wander in the Dreaming.”

Not long after, Terry was snoring beside her and she could feel his whole weight on her shoulder too. With her free hand, Valerie conjured a blanket and sprawled it over the both of them. She’ll give him an hour of sleep, the least, then she’ll drive him home to rest.

“Sleep tight, Batman. Tomorrow, I’ll teach you how we Waynes get to keep our sanity without sleep. You’re going to need it.”

#fanfic #dc fanfic #batman x reader #batman fanfiction #batsis #batsis oc #terry mcginnis #terry mcginnis x oc #terry mcginnis x batsis #batman x oc #bruce wayne x oc #bruce wayne x vivian #zachary zatara

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softsan · 1 year ago

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˚ 🥀⊹ 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋, 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄. (𝐩𝐭.𝟏)

✉️ ・ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭.

✉️ ・ ── 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬: | 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 |

✉️ ・ ── 𝐦𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 | 𝐲/𝐧'𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬

✉️ ・ ── 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: Mafia AU, Angst, Kingpin!Taeyong, Queenpin!Y/N, Fem!Reader, Childhood friends, Betrayal, Enemies to lovers, Eventual Smut. ✉️ ・ ── 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: You were the only surviving heir of the old-time Mafia kingpin that had ruled the four territories. You were long thought to be dead, living the normal life you had always wanted...Until you run into a Taeyong, a formidable ghost from your past. You are then thrown back into the Mafia underbelly, reuniting with enemies you had hoped had forgotten you. Will you run away? Will you stand beside Taeyong, kingpin of the North, and be his queen? Or will you take your rightful revenge.

✉️ ・ ── 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Possessive Themes, Future Explicit Sexual Content, Murder, Kidnapping, Strangulation, Torture, Weapons, Graphic Violence, Heavy Angst, Explicit Language, Alcohol Consumption, Mentions of Drugs, Betrayal, Morally Grey Characters.

✉️ ・ ── 𝐨𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭.

Past.

You felt all the air leave your lungs, your chest constricting as you tried to gasp for just one more breath. You heard the patter of your blood as it hit the hardwood floors.

“Y/N,” His desperate eyes plead.

“What did you do to her?!” Your brother demanded, yanking against the chains that were secured around his wrists.

“Good catch Taeyong!” One of your captors clapped his hand on Taeyong’s back.

You tried to lift your shoulders, but they refused to support the weight of your head. You were but a lifeless heap, carelessly discarded and left to slowly bleed out on the ground. The man’s sickening laughter echoed throughout the room, filling what was left of your heart with dread.

“Do it,” His voice urged, “Kill her now.”

Present.

“Today will be different,” You stared at yourself in the mirror, “Today I will smile, and I’ll mean it.” Your eyes circled down to your neck, your confidence waning.

“Come on!” Your roommate urged, “You can say it better than that.”

Your shoulders slumped in defeat, “You make me say the same thing at the start of every semester.”

Your roommate clicked her tongue, looking up from her phone. “And I believe this semester is going to be fucking fantastic.” She pointed at your white dress that cut just above the knees. “Look, we’re both looking cuter than ever. We have a new apartment,” She pointed to the living room’s ceiling to exaggerate her point. “This is our second year at college, and you, my friend, are going to put yourself out there.”

You shook your head in dread. “I thought we agreed that in this household, you can be the party fiend, and I’ll be the one that spends her nights binging TV shows on Netflix.”

Your roommate Jen threw you a dirty look.

“Hey! Who else is going to keep the universe in balance.”

Your roommate rolled her eyes. “The world is not going to stop spinning on its axis if you go out once in a while.”

“I highly doubt that.” You mutter to yourself, earning a playful hit from your dear roommate.

You and your roommate Jennifer had been cohabitating with one another since you were both seventeen. Back then, it had been a struggle to find someone willing to share a space with a teenager. That coupled with the awful reputation your foster father and sister had garner for themselves, you weren’t exactly considered an ideal house mate. However, to your pleasant surprise Jen was equally in need of someone to cover half of her rent.

You had somewhat known about Jen prior to living with her. She had been quite popular at your school, the social butterfly. Admittedly, you were a little suprised to hear she like you, had moved out on her own, yet you never pried.

Despite, her cheerful demeanor, you sensed a sadness akin to your own. You were both content pretending the other didn’t have secrets they’d buried deep inside their pasts.

The day had been too long, and the sight of a setting sun was a welcome one. A picturesque scene of pink and oranges painted the skies which backdropped Taeyong’s beloved city.

“Let’s get a drink to cool down,” Johnny piped, securing his gun back in his trousers.

Mark looked over disapprovingly, “You know you should really invest in a holster.”

“Not a chance!” Johnny grinned, “Taeil will flip if I make another extravagant purchase this month.”

Taeyong slightly shook his head, half-heartedly smiling. Taeil, his consigliere had only gotten on Johnny’s case after he bought two restaurants and three record stores on a whim. Johnny simply was dead set on never purchasing himself a holster.

Mark discerning Johnny’s lame excuse, decided to play along, “If you’re tight on money, why don’t we drink at the crappy-looking place.” He pointed to a shabby, bar with rusted molding at the end of the street.

Taeyong grimaced, he didn’t like spending too much time in disputed territory. The street they were standing on fell in a grey area, both claimed by him, the King of the North, and the terrible Black Crow of the West.

“We should head back closer to base,” Renjun cut in, noticing Taeyong’s hesitancy.

Taeyong had his own bars and hotels where he could drink and dine with complete ease. He saw no need to do so here.

“Let’s do it,” Johnny exclaimed, pulling a protesting Renjun into a friendly headlock.

“It’ll be fine,” Mark reassured, nudging Taeyong’s shoulder. “Nobody’s that stupid to take on all four of us.”

“I’m here! I’m here!” You breathlessly apologized to your manager, reaching for a bar apron.

“It’s fine,” He assured, handing you a docket, “First day back?”

You nodded, trying to catch your breath “It’s the first day, and I feel like I’m already behind on all of my classes.”

“Well, tonight should be pretty standard for a weekday.” He commented, his eyes scanning the empty tables, “I’ll be up upstairs talking to a supplier but, give me a wave if you need me.”

“Will do.” It wasn’t uncommon for you to be working the bar alone.

The 'Old Sand Bucket' where you worked was certainly past its prime. Its interior was outdated, half of the bar stools wobbled, and even the bar counter was unleveled. It just wasn’t a place that attracted a surplus of people.

You pulled your first load of wine glasses from the dishwasher, lifting them into the bar to be polished.

The door to the bar chimed, “Welcome to the Old Sand Bucket.” You said, without looking upward. “What can I get you?”

Taeyong gave the bar a lengthy overview. It didn’t appear to be suspicious, just the opposite. The dated bar was completely unoccupied beside the humming bartender who was mindlessly polishing wine glasses.

He examined you like the rest, evaluating the level of threat you were. Your head stayed down, occupied with your task. You barely spared a glance at his boys, who began ordering drinks.

You wore a simple black shirt underneath a bar apron with the ‘Old Sand Bucket’ labeled on its front. Your hair was tied in a low ponytail, revealing the curvature of your neck. At its base was a silky black ribbon knotted in a neat bow. Other than being pretty, you didn’t appear to stand out.

Taeyong hummed, satisfied the bar his boys wanted to drink at was nothing more than a dinky, uninspired establishment.

You heard another person pull out a wonky barstool, which made four people in your bar. Not bad, as you usually didn’t have customers come in until half past nine.

You placed down a bourbon and coke to your left—a man’s voice offering you a quick thanks.

“What can I get you?” You asked, finally looking up at the last man.

“Whatever’s good.”

Your eyes widened, blinking repeatedly, willing the ghost of your past to disappear back to your nightmares.

This can’t be real. This can’t be him. Please. No.

But he didn’t. He sat in front of you. His bored expression faded as he caught you staring. You immediately dropped your face, your face burning.

Taeyong furrowed his brows, confused. The way you looked at him just then… It was as if you knew him. He wasn’t mistaken. He couldn’t be. The way you were mumbling your answers, your arms shaking as you reached to pour a shot of vodka.

You did the best you could to keep a low profile, keeping your face down, and distracting yourself with work around the bar. You wanted nothing more than to abandon your shift— your heart furiously pounding every time you heard one of their four voices address you. However, at around eleven there was an unusual influx of people (what you believed to be a bachelor’s night out), therefore you needed to power through your discomfort.

You wavered for your manager to join you downstairs, while you stepped out of the bar and started clearing tables.

Taeyong kept you in the corner of his eye, unable to shake the curiosity that brewed in his stomach.

“Give us a smile, love,” Slurred one of the drunken bachelors, who had stripped off his shoes and was now wearing one on his head.

You complied, in order not to make a scene. You reached over his table to pick up one of the empty pints. You felt the irksome feeling of fingers brushing against your neck. You jumped back, dropping your tray. Your hands immediately shot to your neck, clasping where your black ribbon ought to be.

The shattering of glass made Taeyong stand, interrupting Renjun mid-sentence. Your eyes were aflame with anger, your mouth parting in horror. You were trying desperately to conceal the base of your neck.

Without a second thought, Taeyong approached, pulling the drunken patron up by his wrinkled collar. The man began sloppily flailing, trying to make his pathetic getaway.

Taeyong snatched the black ribbon out of his hand, before not so gently throwing him to the ground.

“I believe this belongs to you.” Taeyong stepped forward, extending his arm in your direction.

You instinctively stepped back, your eyes narrowing on the black ribbon between his fingers. There was no way for you to reach for your ribbon without exposing your neck.

“You keep it.” You said as firmly as you could, turning your back to him.

He watched as you retreated to one of the back rooms, his interest in you only spiking.

You hid yourself in one of the alcohol storerooms, searching for something to cover up your neck. You resorted to some paper towels stained with raspberry syrup. It wasn’t one of your greatest ideas, but it seemed to work when your manager came bursting in.

“Where’d you go?” Your manager pressed, “You left broken glass for me to clean up by table fourteen.”

"It accidently lock myself in the storage rooms again.” You lied.

Your manager sighed, ushering you out.

You did a quick scan of the bar, noticing the four men had since left.

“What happened to you?” Your manager pointed to the paper towels and raspberry syrup.

“Ah,” You pressed the wet paper harder against your neck, “A customer spilled a drink all over me.”

Your manager shook his head, “Go home and clean up,” He signaled you to grab your things, “I’ll close up,”

Scattered, you thanked him and reached for your rucksack.

“Wait,” Your manager handed you an envelope, “Some guy left you a tip.”

Who gives a tip in an envelope? You eyed it cautiously.

You waited until you had turned a corner before you used your fingernail to pry apart the sealed envelope.

Inside was a one-hundred-dollar bill, your black ribbon, and a napkin that read 'Thanks for your service’.

Taeyong kept his distance, hiding in the shadows. He watched you leave the bar, with your hand holding some paper towels to your neck. You use the other hand to tear open the envelope he’d left for you.

To his surprise, you barely acknowledged the bill—you were more interested in the black ribbon and the napkin. You stared at the napkin for a couple of minutes, your teeth grinding. You then scrunched it into a ball, throwing it onto the sidewalk with the envelope containing the hundred. You, however, kept the black ribbon.

Taeyong observed you as you slowly pulled the paper towels away, revealing a dark scar that wrapped around your neck... It was as if someone had strangled you with barbed wire.

A flood of emotions went through him, sympathy, guilt, and finally, coldness. He couldn’t help but remember a young girl who had experienced a similar fate.

You had died many years ago. Or at least he thought so…

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ninaslittlewickedplace · 6 months ago

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I’ve been seeing some people talk (saw a comment somewhere by @feldspursfiyero ) about Fiyero’s behavior and choices, in particular how his depression and love for animals tie into one another and what his potential backstory is. I have a few things in mind that I’ll jot down here since I haven’t seen too many posts out there about Fiyero’s life before Wicked.

To start, it is obvious that Fiyero is a prince and the heir to the throne. From what we know in real life, being the Crown Prince was never an easy role. Though, I do find it interesting that Fiyero’s choice to act out is more along the lines of the behavior of a modern spare (Margaret, Harry etc) whose life feels directionless in the shadow of their older sibling’s glory. Historically and realistically, the heirs have been relatively good at containing their feelings and attitudes towards their position, but for Fiyero I think there are more layers to why he, the eldest child and the heir, has the personality traits that he has.

More under the cut because I don’t wanna clog the feed. This became longer than I thought 🙃

I do believe there was a time where Fiyero was able to be himself and allow himself to be loved and seen. Being a Prince, his life was dictated by strict protocol and rules by default, but there was once a time where he could breathe and let loose. That’s why he still has the innate ability to know and feel himself deep down, but events in his life have taught him to hide them.

From the Shiz Gazette online (and the books), we know his parents are Baxiana of Upper Fanarra and Marilott, Chieftan of the Arjikis. In my headcanon, his mother is the queen regent, the royal one and his father is the Ozian equivalent of a nobleman. He has a younger sister four years his junior named Arrietta with whom he is very close (she’s my OC).

Having not been raised in the rigid royal structure, Marilott taught his children that there was more to life than rules and appearances. Even if he couldn’t shelter them from their position, he made sure that they got to experience a taste of more “normal” things. Even if Baxiana saw them as her successors, Marilott saw them as his children. Most, if not all, of Fiyero’s happiest memories involved his father.

His death hit Fiyero very hard and is the main catalyst to his evolution into the man we see in Wicked. With him died the carefree boy Fiyero once was. Being fourteen, it came right around the time where he was expected to formally begin to prepare for royal duties and his mother was very strict with him. She had no patience with his slower progression in his studies (which I headcanon to be a combo of dyslexia and adhd) and implemented a stricter study regime, which inadvertently made it worse. He began to develop feelings of inadequacy and low self esteem about his abilities to be a ruler and began to yearn for his mother’s approval. Even if there were times where she was satisfied, she didn’t outwardly show it. Why would she, when royals weren’t expected to show emotion? Every social interaction was a transaction, one where nobody cared about anything but a satisfying end result.

Feeling trapped by his mother, his destiny, and his internal turmoil, Fiyero began to act out. Having partaken in an increasing amount of public events, he became aware that his people were enamored by him. Everytime he ventured beyond the castle walls, he would find crowds of people his age following his every step, listening to his every word. If he could garner attention simply by existing, maybe he could gain their respect by giving something to admire. After all, who could resist being royalty AND being cool?

The Winkie Prince was seen at almost every night club in Winkie Country and Oz, dancing the night away in the middle of the dance floor, winning the heart of every lucky Ozian to be graced by his presence. Every time he was expelled from university, angry students would petition the board to revoke their decision. When they didn’t, his classmates would gather and bide him tearful farewells. The expulsions didn’t both him one bit because wherever he went and wherever he would end up next, he would have an admiring crowd that he could entertain with abandon. That is, until he meets a special girl at Shiz…

Now here is where the real Fiyero fits in as well as the Animals. Yes, things may have been bleak for him, but there were only two places he felt the most safe: Arrietta and the Animal staff at the castle.

Despite his facade being so convincing that even Fiyero himself forgot it wasn’t real, there were times where his old emotions would bubble to the surface. When he was younger, he would burst into tears and as he grew, he would sulk in his hiding spots throughout the castle. Of course, his sister would find him and the two would often sit together, some times in silence and other times, listening to eachother’s woes. She was the only human after their father’s death who loved him for who he was and she was the only person he could be himself with. She had similar worries, but instead of acting out, she turned inward and grew to be an intelligent but shy young woman. She never told him this to make Fiyero more worried than he already was, but she secretly wanted her “old” brother back. The carefree boy who would tease her until she cried, joked until she laughed, and tell stories until she fell asleep.

His other source of comfort, the Animals, are the reason many years later, Fiyero stands up to the injustice against them. The Winkies were known for their deeper connection with nature and Animals, which is why they are so prominent in culture, politics, and trade in their country. The royal family was no different and many of the staff at the castle were Animals, including Fiyero’s governess, tutors, and personal guard. He was most fond of his governess, a kind panda named Palina who stayed with the royal children until Fiyero left for his first university. Even in retirement, she would write letters to her former charges, who never failed to write back. While he was away, she was his safe space, her warm and fuzzy hugs replaced with warm and encouraging words of ink. His tutors, despite instructions from Baxiana to be more strict with his curriculum, had empathy for the prince’s learning struggles and would try various methods to help him learn. They also understood the importance and value of encouragement and would give him small praises and rewards for completing tasks on time or correctly. Fiyero never understood why humans couldn’t be as good teachers as animals and attributed the former’s lack of empathy for their spartan methods.

Finally, Fiyero met Feldspur completely by accident! He had been hiding in one of his hiding spots in the royal stables (which were more like suites for the Horses) when one of the mares found him in the corner of her suite. She knew him and he knew her, so it hadn’t been awkward but she thought she would cheer the teen up by introducing her colt Feldspur to him. At first, the two didn’t see eye to eye, as Feldspur didn’t know why a prince would be unhappy and Fiyero didn’t know why the young horse asked so many questions, but the two eventually warmed to eachother when Fiyero realized that Feldspur actually listened to him. Even if he wasn’t human and wasn’t Fiyero’s age (in animal years haha), he listened intently and the questions that bothered him were asked with curiosity and care, not mocking or ignorance. Fiyero had eventually forgotten why he had been in the stables in the first place, having made a new friend that was on the same level as him. The two quite literally grew up together (and ate grass together in the process) and share a deep friendship that goes beyond a prince and his noble steed.

Phew, that was a lot IM SO SORRY HAHAHA. At that I’m gonna log out and explore this more in fics and drabbles in the future. If you made it this far, THANK YOU and I promise future posts will be shorter 🤗

#wicked #wicked 2024 #wicked movie #fiyero tigelaar #fiyero #fiyero tiggular #jonathan bailey #fiyeraba #sorry this is so long #I just started rambling #sorry for typos #I was on my phone not my computer help

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