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danpuff-ao3 · 2 years ago

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2022 Standouts - Yet Another Rec List

Okay, LISTEN. There was lots of greatness to be had in 2022. This is not my fault. This is all of your faults. This is what you all get for having so much talent and passion for fandom!! Some of us are overly excitable and chatty and can't shut up!!

In fairness, one can never spread too much goodness and positivity. If I talk about the same fics, the same creators, and make new lists every other day, it's all born out of love and appreciation, which the world could use plenty of! And with that said, these are all my own opinions and preferences so please keep that in mind!

So...here we go?? Should I do a Top 22???? That seems fitting.

1.) Post Mortem [fic, Snarry, E, 17k] by @inarticulateimbecile. I'm still dying over how fabulous this is. The characterizations, the dynamic, the descriptions...chef's kiss, truly. This might be one of my new favorites. (Also this Snarry art they did as a runner up, though all of their art just does things to me.) (I really would have thought art would have been their mention on this list, but no, they had to go be a great writer, as well!! Rude of them, really.)

2.) Slipping [fic, Snarry, 11k] by @bluesundaycake are you kidding me???? This is fabulous. Gritty postwar story that is too real with our hero, Harry, not "living up" to his potential, and not having the happily ever after he so deserves with a bittersweet, hopeful ending. Just lovely.

3.) The Lover and the Boytoy [fic, Drucius, Snaco, Draco/Snape/Lucius, E, 10k] by @fleetingdesires. Why the heck are my friends so talented?? This is offensive. And like...I clicked it for the Malfoycest?? And I left with Snucius feels?? What the heck. Just ??? Brain melted, all I can say.

4.) Clip, Ravel, Cleave [fic, Andromeda/Bellatrix, Andromeda/Ted, E, 15k] by @vdoshu. It was hard to narrow it down to one doshu work because wow they've done the dang thing this year!!!! So much great variety, but this one really blew me away. However toxic and dark the sisters' relationship was, I was rooting for them and heartbroken for them. What a beautiful, dark, sad story.

5.) Wind and Cardamom [podfic, Angelina/Hermione, G, 5 minutes] by JocundaSykes (fic by Arsenic). All of Joc's podfics are truly so, so good. Her voice work is always amazing and I easily can (and have!) listened to her read all day. Nothing like having a good fic read to you while doing chores, let me tell you!

6.) Lover's Flight [poem, Snarry, T, 200] by PinaNaponi (@vulnerasanenturmyprince.) My dear Nina is another case of "stupidly talented friends" and "hard to narrow down", but since I've waxed poetic about some of her other works recently, and in other lists, I figured I'd shed some light on this lovely thing. It's an adaptation of Goethe's "Elf King."

7.) Compulsory Figures [fic, Snarry, 6] by @liladiurne. Listen, my lovely Lila has arguably "better" works, and more "literary" works, but...her smut speaks to me, okay? I read this and was like "Ooooh, Lila can be FILTHY." I'm obsessed with it. Even back when it was just an idea and she was brainstorming it, I was obsessed. In fact, I was grocery shopping with my partner and being useless because I couldn't stay away from our DMs talking about said idea! Then she actually wrote and posted the dang thing and !!!! Obsessed.

8.) Some morning cuddles and coffee [art, Linny] by @luendland. Lu's snarry art is great, but they also do other ships (and characters) too and equally as lovely!! This Linny one speaks to my heart. It's so warm and lovely and gives me all the feels. I do digging for it to fawn over fairly often!

9.) Alphard's Favourite [fic, Sirius/Peter, Sirius/Alphard, M, 4k] by @thistlecatfics. Another top tier fic from Blackcest Fest! Not a ship I ever had interest in but oh gosh. The complicated characterization of Peter, the screwy interactions between him and Sirius, the way Sirius acts out as a way of dealing with trauma. It's such difficult subject matter treated in such a realistic manner. Not "good", not "easy", not "romantic", just that gritty, awful realness of how trauma impacts us, and how we don't always handle it in perfect, ideal ways.

10.) Untitled Harrymort Art [art, Harrymort] by @mrviran. I have no words. This isn't even my ship. But good golly is this spicy hot!! The corset! The sweat! Voldemort's smug, amused, mischievous little grin! Those red eyes and the red string!!!! Wooooo boy.

11.) Death and the Snarry [art, Snarry] by @necromanticnoir. This is another case of "I expected one thing from this creator, but my top choice for them is another??" Great writer is Noir, but also artist???? Multi-talented folk are killing me, I stg. And like...I need more Snarry versions of Klimt works, truly. So gorgeous!

12.) even the stars admire you [art, Snarry] by @acydpop. Speaking of Snarry versions of Klimt, THIS GORGEOUS THING. I'm so obsessed. Look at those colors!! Look at that embrace!!! Oh geez, I'm having feelings.

13.) Tom Riddle: interview with @phantomato [podcast] by @fanficmaverickpodcast. ChaosBlue is a great host and listening to writer interviews is always such a treat! And hearing what Phantomato had to say here was super fascinating, and made me much more intrigued by the Tom Riddle/Voldemort character!

14.) Snape's Hungry for a Snaco...[podcast, Snaco] by @careofmagicalshippers. Every episode of this podcast is great. Megs and Nathan are charismatic, hilarious, passionate hosts and listening to them chat is always such a fun time. Even guest episodes, even when Megs or Nathan is out, they have such interesting people to talk to and such interesting ships to talk about. This Snaco episode in particular spoke to me! (Especially since they went into it intending to cover Snack, but moved onto Snaco fairly quickly...I don't blame them!)

15.) When the Rose and the Fire Are One [ficbinding, Snarry] by @witchyficbindery. The fic by perverse_idyll is just stunning, as all of her works are! I believe earlier this year I was chatting about how I'd love to have fics on my shelf and what I imagined they might look like. And I thought "this fic would have to be STUNNING, just visually stunning." And midway through this year, I saw this post about an actual ficbinding of this fic! And...I was correct. And completely blown away. This cover is more gorgeous than I could have imagined. All of witchyficbindery's bindings are so, so outstanding. I can't imagine how they do it! But this one is the clear standout to me.

16.) 22 femslash recs from 22 years [rec list] by @consistentsquash. Squash always has the best recs, I stg!! Writer crushes I've had, but reccer crushes?? Such good taste, and always such good things to say. And this list especially is great with lots of gems for wlw content!

17.) Traid/Threesome recs [rec list] by @sitp-recs. Liv is a Queen Reccer, truly! This one is especially nice with options for Drarry+ ships, and non-Drarry ships, and a few bonus moresome fics! Lots of good stuff on this list, and more for me to check out! (RIP my TBR, fr.)

18.) The Bravest Man [fan-comic, Snarry, T] by @ac1d6urn. Acid is such a very skilled creator, both as a writer and an artist! The story, the characterizations, the art...all so stunning and perfect!

19.) Snitches and Songs [fic, Snarry, E, 50k] by @lizzy0305. When I tell you how PUMPED I was to see when this story was posted. Lizzy fic? Check. Severus sings? Color me intrigued. 'Magical tattoos'? Sign me UP. Then...I spent ages waiting to read it because I'm weird and like to "save" things that I know are going to be good. And I was right to save it! (Also: I should have read it sooner!) (Please don't expect my brain to do logic, because it will not.) What a gorgeous and enjoyable love story this was! My plan is to give this one a reread soon, actually; with luck, in January! (And I'll have the time and energy to do so!)

20.) A Life Worth Remembering [Snarco, E, 22k] by @writcraft. When Writ first reached out to me, I had to be like "okay, self, be cool. Don't fangirl and scare them off, okay?" Turns out, Writ is a lovely human and hearing they were coming back to Snarry had me just plain ecstatic!! And while Snarco isn't always my jam, I did know how invested they were in writing it, and couldn't resist checking it out! And I'm so glad I did!! One, because Writ's work is always fantastic. Two, because...I was sold on Snarco???? Maybe???? Or as close as I get to being sold. Geez Louise. It's such an interesting tale of de-aged Snape, the memories he lost, the established Drarry, and how they all come together. Their dynamic as a triad, and the individual pairs that make it up (Drarry, Snarry, and Snaco), and the individual people are all so lovely and well done!!

21.) Obedience Lessons [Snarry, E, 7k] by @likelightinglass. Um, how many times have I read this story this year? Too many, probably. (Is there such a thing as too many? Who knows.) ANYWAY. A/B/O with Alpha Harry and Omega Snape???? Yes please and thank you. All the kink and spiciness that I love. 100% did it for me (multiple times.)

22.) The Afterlight [Snarry, E, WIP] by @perverse-idyll. Good golly. Can I tell you how overjoyed I was when PI first posted this???? New PI Snarry???? All of my hopes and dreams coming true, awesome. And it's only 4 chapters in (out of ????) and so far, so GREAT. Postwar, death themes, gritty realism, A+++ characterizations, dark and spicy Snarry dynamic!!!! I don't often read WIPs (my patience is nonexistent, and not knowing how things end is bad for my anxiety (let's please not talk about my undying love and need of spoilers)), but this is totally worth it. I'll wait forever and a day for this fic if I have to. PI has been among my favorite authors for YEARS and for good reason. Characterization and relationships always so on point and exactly what I want and need. Not to mention gorgeous, stunning, unforgettable prose. The words that strike right through the heart, and burrow in to live there forever. Genuinely, PI's work is always stellar, and I already feel in my bones this will be a favorite. It's already the WIP I most look forward to update emails for! (Not that I have many, in fairness.) (Again, I generally steer clear of WIPs; no offense WIP writers. It's for my own good, I swear!) Side note: PI is another excellent human who I so appreciate knowing. Thanks for always taking time to listen to my babbling, especially knowing how busy you always are!

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bluebearial · 1 year ago

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Comfort Zone: Chapter 2

A loose sequel to Contact Heal.

Click here for Chapter 1! CW for Vore mention???

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A short while later, you would find Lupa in the living room. She is splayed out upon a couch that’s a few sizes too small, resting her chin on the backrest and looking out the window. Her ears angle back towards you, and her head whips round as you step closer. As her gaze lands on you, her tail begins to wag. It isn’t the happy, unabashed wag you’re used to. It flits left and right, betraying a worrying sense of tension.

“Oh! Um. Hey,” she greets you with all the smoothness of a cheese grater, “I was wonderin’ where you were! Thought you mighta gotten lost.”

“Lupa, are—”

“We should really get movin’, huh? What’s that thing you always say? Um, ‘early to bed, early to rise’?” You absolutely do not say that.

“Are you alri—”

“I mean, hey. Good thing you don’t work today, huh? That would’a been a disaster. Though gosh, I don’t blame you for bein’ so scared earlier. Like, who really wants to lay around and snuggle all da—"

“Lupa!”

She hushes up immediately. Her ears flatten, her tail freezes, and she even winces under your voice. The sight of it makes you immediately regret it, but you breathe deeply and press on.

“…Lupa,” you nearly whisper in an effort to level your voice – and your emotions. “What, is, um…” You sigh as you catch yourself, opting to choose your words more carefully, “Is something the matter?”

“…Nnno?”, she puts her paws together, awkwardly fidgeting her fingers. She speaks delicately. “Nothin’s the matter. Everything’s… fine.”

“You ran away! You left your collar behind.” You take a moment to hold it up. She paws at her neck, a look of realization flashing across her face. “And you’re acting str--…” You catch yourself again. You figure you should be careful.

“Something’s… off.” You decide to settle on that. “Did something happen?”

“Oh my god, dude. I’m tellin’ you, nothin’ ha--…”

Her voice croaks and falters as you give her a pained look.

“—ah... It’s... hard to talk about?” she offers instead. You sigh, climbing onto what little usable couch space there is. She huddles up a bit to make room for you.

“How come?” You play with the collar, rolling and squeezing it between your fingers. It’s a big, heavy thing with a soft, leathery surface. Its metal spikes glint in the light. “Come on, Lu… I want to help.”

She doesn’t answer. Not verbally. You watch as she continues to fidget with her paws, looking down and away from you. Every now and then, she steals a glance at you. Every time, her eye darts away as she realizes that you’re still looking at her. She moans, she grumbles as her words fizzle and die before they’re spoken. She was so comfortable with you before. Things were going so well before… Before…

“…Is it the ‘babe’ thing?”, you carefully ask. She nods, an embarrassed grin forcing its way across her face.

“But—But why? What’s wrong with that?” You ask, thoroughly confused. You even find yourself tilting your head, feeling your stomach begin to knot up.

“I, y’know��! I, uh, kinda made it awkward, didn’t I?” she squeaks out, tilting her head away and rubbing her arm. You didn’t know her voice could go that high. She doesn’t stop there.

“I, I’m getting too comfortable. I keep making it sound like, like-- As if we’d actually, like, be together or, somethin’. I kinda regret it. I was so, y’know, sappy,” she says, sticking her tongue out as she practically spits that final word. Okay. Ouch? That knot only tightens.

“…Do you really regret it?”

“I... Well…” She looks away now, putting a paw up to her mouth. Her tail has long since stopped its wagging, lifelessly draping over the couch’s front instead.

“But- But why? Why are you worried about being sappy? We literally kissed before, you know.” You didn’t mean to sound so indignant, but - You figure she couldn’t have forgotten that. Though from the way she looks at you, you suspect it may be the case. “And we snuggle every night. There’s nothing sappier than that.”

“…Oh. Oh yeah.”

“Lu…” You coo, standing from the couch and walking alongside her. “What—”

“But—” she cuts you off, “Look. Come on. Would’ja really like me if I was sappy all the time? I mean, with the way you looked at me when I called you, uh. That. It…”

“Wait. Did you—… Did you think I didn’t like it?” You look up at her, and she looks right back. The edges of her mouth twitch, before breaking into a nervous, wry grin. Her paw pomfs the back of her head, and she lets out an airy little laugh.

“…Yyyeah… A little…” She almost sounds forlorn. As she deflates onto the couch, you sigh. Relief drowns your own despondency for the time being, but now…

“Hey, it’s okay…” you take her paw in your hand – as best as you can, at least. “The truth is, I love it when you’re like that. It makes me feel…” you stop yourself, feeling your body heat up. You squeeze her paw. “…It felt really, really nice.”

She hums indecisively. From this side, her hair obscures her face, so her expression is hard to read. She gently pulls her paw out of your hand, rolling over on the couch. Crossing her arms, she curls up a bit. Looking at her, you do feel bad. Thankfully, you’ve got just the thing for this.

“…Lupa...” You put your hands on your hips. She offers a hum in response, looking nowhere in particular. “Lupa.”

“Mmm,” she angles her head just enough to look at you, “What?”

“Come here.”

“I’m right next to you, dude.”

“No, like. Come closer,” you clarify. With a scoff, she rolls slightly, leaning her big, soft face towards you. You pounce on the opportunity, pinching her fluffy cheeks and giving them a nice tug.

“Ah—Ahh! Wha’ are you doiiiing?” she whines, grimacing as you pull and stretch her face.

“Making you feel better,” you say matter-of-factly, holding fast in the face of her token efforts to pull away from you.

“It’sh nawt helpii~iing,” she grumbles and growls.

“Oh? Oh yeah? I guess you’re right,” you relent. The tugging stops, and you instead cup her cheeks. They fit so snugly in your palms, tufts of dark grey fur slipping between your fingers. She doesn’t look sad anymore, just a little annoyed. You figure it’s because of the tugging. Oh well. Thankfully, you also know how you can help with that.

You kiss her.

You pull yourself closer, closer, until your nose meets her snout. You always did like the way her plump, dark lips felt against yours. You hear a short, quiet moan – betraying her surprise before she leans into it herself. A familiar thump-thump-thump reaches your ears as her tail whips the couch. You don’t hold the kiss for too long. By the time you pull away, she looks much more relaxed. You feel a lot better too.

“Ha, woooow,” she teases, “You are sooo corny.” You roll your eyes as you wonder which is cornier - the fact you tried it, or the fact that it worked? You don’t say any of that aloud, though.

“Alright, alright. You don’t want to be ‘sappy’ all the time,” you begin, “I get it. But. If it makes you happy… Why don’t you lean into it? I’ll love you just the same. Who would I be to judge?” Her, wide smug smile falters.

“I’d be judgin’ myself, more than anything…”

“…Well,” you stumble for a moment, “Aren’t you the big, bad wolf? Wolves do whatever they want, don’t they? They don’t let their inhibitions stand in the way.”

“And… you’re not gonna judge me for it?” she asks, resting her head against the cushion. You shake your head.

“When have I ever?” you ask. She stews on it for a second, before cracking a smile.

“Fair enough,” she says with some acceptance. “Sorry ‘bout that. I, um. …Thanks.” She stammers it out, but you really appreciate hearing her say that.

“I love you too, Lulu.”

“Yeah, yeah,” she huffs, waving her paw, “Don’t get too comfortable ‘cause—”

“Dummy.”

“Wh—Hey—”

“Hm?” You act coy. You don’t give her any time to react before continuing. You hold up her collar, gently swinging it from side to side. “Oh, you forgot something. Since you ran off earlier, I couldn’t put this back on for you.”

“…Oh!” You could practically watch her mind switch gears. “Right, yeah. Alright, stick it on me then.”

“I dunno…~” You lilt, putting it behind your back, “Do I want to, though? Maybe I don’t.”

“Wh—You can’t do that! That’s mine,” she sneers, crossing her arms, “It won’t even fit on you.”

You… weren’t thinking of wearing it yourself, but you roll with it. “…Maybe not. But if you want it back, then… I think my big, bad wolf is gonna have to work for her prey.”

“Oh?” Her ears perk up. Then, a much more understanding “Ohhhh…~” as she puts the pieces together. “You want me to chase you down, huh?” You nod, and she barks out a laugh.

“You wouldn’t stand a chance,” she taunts you with a grin. “You really think you can outrun me?”

“Maybe,” you say, “Maybe not. Let’s find out.”

“Hah! Alright, your funeral,” she says with a worrisome lack of care. With a grunt, she gets up from the couch, taking a moment to toss her hair. She looks down at you with the most confident grin you’d ever seen, a far cry from the shy, awkward wolf from before. She paces around you, gradually bending over until her forepaws touch the ground.

“Nnh-hnnh-hnnh,” she stifles a chuckle. “Well? You gonna make the first move or what?” You’re practically glued to the floor. Even on all fours, she’s as tall as you are. She had an animalistic edge to her before, but seeing her like this only amplifies it. You get the growing feeling that you’ve made a mistake. She lets out a snort, and you watch as she creates some distance. After a few feet (paws?), she turns to face you. She lowers her front, keeping that butt in the air, wiggling it as her tail whooshes gleefully behind her. Her claws dig into the carpet and her arms tense a bit. Then…

“WROOF.”

You yelp! Just the shock from her bark made you slip and fall. Good thing too – if you hadn’t, she would’ve gotten you then and there. Instead, she sails right over you, landing back on all fours a few feet away. You scramble to get up as her claws dig into the carpet again, signaling her impending charge. You hear two pairs of paws gallop behind you as you sprint into the kitchen, nearly wiping out as you round the corner and duck behind the counter. There’s a soft fwoosh behind you, then a heavy thump. Satin paw pads lose their grip on the slick tile floor, sending your hunter careening into the wall. Looking back, you could see that she was stunned, only just beginning to dust herself off. You take the opportunity to hide. But where? Your eyes dart to the sink, the garbage can, the oven – all terrible spots. You decide that in the absence of anything else, the cabinets will have to do? It beats trying the oven anyway. You slip into the nearest one, pulling it shut behind you. You leave it cracked, just a little bit. Enough to see out without making it obvious.

From what you could see, Lupa was still rubbing her head, groaning and growling and cursing to herself. She runs her paw carefully along the wall, checking for damage you suppose, before scanning the room. She’s back up on just her two legs for now, thumping her way along.

“Where aaaare you~?” she ponders. “You little lamb.” She kicks the garbage can over with a clatter, snorting as nothing but balled up papers and tin cans tumble out. You watch as she scans the counters, before “Ah-ha!” No way – she opens the oven. And then, “…Nope,” she mutters with resignation as she pushes it shut. You weren’t seriously going to hide in there. Come on. You almost feel insulted she’d even think that.

But then…

Sniff sniff. Sniffff…

Lupa angles her head up as she samples the air. Her eye widens. Then, she grins. Then…

She just sits there. More than that – she sits down in that doggy sort of way, curling her tail around her forepaws. Then, she lays down. All the while, she’s looking right at you.

You put your hands to your face. Oh my god, you’ve actually trapped yourself. You forgot she could just sniff you out. She’s a wolf. What are you going to do? You opt to make a break for it – to burst from the cabinet and run. You figure you might have a chance, right?

The moment you hop out, Lupa leaps into action. You make it a few feet at least, but she nearly pounces you before you get far. Somehow, you manage to escape. For now. You grab at the wall as you round another corner, darting down the hall back towards your bedroom.

“C’mon, babe! Y’gotta run a lil’ faster than that! I’m gaining on youuuu~!” You know she’s just messing with you, but oh god she sounds close.

“Sh-shut up!” You bark, looking back at her. You immediately wished you hadn’t, because that wolf is hot on your heels. You could tell she wasn’t putting her all into it either. With legs like hers, she was almost trotting along—

For a few seconds, your world spins. Then, a thunk as you come back down. The ceiling is all you can see, and you realize that you’re laying against the floor. Lupa’s head slips into view as she skids to a halt nearby, worry coloring her face as she looks down at you.

“Oh no! Hey, hun, are you alright?” The gruffness disappears from her voice as she kneels down.

“Yeah—Yeah, I’m good,” you offer, rubbing your head. It doesn’t hurt. That bad, at least. “I think I tripped. Must have.” You look towards the doorway, specifically where the hallway’s wooden floor meets your carpeted bedroom. Maybe your foot got caught in the seam?

“Do you… Do you wanna call it off? I don’t want you to, y’know—”

“Nope! I’m, I’m good,” you grunt as you get back up. You try not to stumble. “I’m alright. See?” Lupa squints…

“Come on,” you sag your shoulders. “Collar? Remember?” At that, she rolls her eyes.

“Alright, alright…” she seems to relent. Putting a paw to her mouth, she closes her eyes and politely clears her throat.

“Grrrrrr.”

Growling and baring her teeth, she gets back on all fours, prompting you to gingerly step away. Your back hits the bed, and you feel your way along it, not once taking your eyes off the wolf as she stalks you down. You find your way the other side of the bed, hoping to keep it between you and her. However, she hops on top of it, causing the mattress to creak under her weight. This, wasn’t good. Your back is against the wall, figuratively and – if you stepped back just a few more feet – literally. You grab at a nearby pillow, and toss it at the creature. To your astonishment, she catches it. Clamped in her jaws, she gives you a smug look. Lupa shakes her head, chewing on it, before tossing it up. As it comes down, she manages to completely wolf it down. It forms a bulge in her neck that disappears as it slips into her depths. You really hope you aren’t next.

Okay, a part of you hopes that you’re next. You wonder just what it’s like inside her, especially with a tummy that soft. As your mind wanders, you consider giving in to her.

But. You’re supposed to be running. So, you do just that! Priorities, after all. You slip into the space beneath your bed. It’s a little tight for you, which means that it’s impossible for Lupa to follow. She hops off the bed to have a look for herself, and she sneers at you.

“Oh, c’mon! This has to count as cheating, right? How’m I supposed to even try and get you?”

“Dunno!” You act coy, “Guess I win this time.”

“Oh. Wait,” she says in a flat voice. You hardly get the chance to ponder what she could’ve meant before a big, grey arm jams its way under the bed towards you. A fat, wolfish paw grabs your arm and tugs you out. You start to kick your legs as your panic begins to mount. You clutch the collar tighter, ever tighter, using your other hand to grab at the carpet. It’s fruitless. Your fingers find no purchase against the floor’s short fibers. Light blinds you for a moment as you are dragged out from your hiding place. You let out a grunt as the paw, formerly grabbing you, now pins you to the floor with its soft, smothering weight.

“Almost forgot,” she says with a tinge of humor in her voice, “I have paws. I can just grab you.” You, on the other hand, don’t find it very funny. You were sure that you were going to win that time. You give her your best pout, crossing your arms as she looms over you – something she loves to do, you note.

“So,” she continues, “Little mouse. Guess this means I get to eat you up, huh?” She tilts her head, pausing for effect. You can only watch as her tongue laps over her lips, revealing her sharp, shiny teeth for just a fleeting moment. However, that moment was enough to make your heart leap.

“Um—Uhh…” For some reason, words are hard to come by. Lupa hushes you with a deep snarl, giving you all the reason you need to keep quiet. She keeps her eye on you as she leans in, and you flinch as her muzzle brushes against your cheek. That tongue makes itself known again. This time, she licks across your face – the pink satin of her tongue leaving a faint wetness in its wake. The wolf is completely over you now, dominating you with her sheer size alone. Her nuzzling moves further down, and you feel her plastic teeth start to pinch at your neck. The feeling jolts you out of your stupor.

“Ah—H-Hey! Lupa! You can’t eat me yet!” You sputter, squirming beneath your captor. Her nibbling stops, and she lifts her head.

“How come?”

“You—You need me to put your collar back on! Remember?” You make sure to hold it up for her to see. An amused huff is her response, and she pushes herself off of you.

“I guess you’re right,” she says with a roll of her eye, “I almost forgot. And here I thought you were just my breakfast.” She turns around and gets on her knees, brushing her hair aside to reveal her neck. You… can’t help but stare for a moment, trying to ignore the heat in your cheeks. It isn’t until she looks back at you, muttering a commanding “Well?”, that you feel prompted to get up.

“Goodness, Lu…” you mumble as you shuffle behind her. You don’t bother standing up completely, instead opting to move along on your knees. You try to heft her tail aside, but it keeps placing itself in the way with an audible flop. You suppose that that’s what happens when you have a tail this thick and fluffy.

“Somethin’ givin’ you trouble?” She lilts, just before that tail whaps you. You almost fall over, and you swear you hear a snicker. “All you gotta do is put my collar on! What’s the big deal, dude~?”

“You’re not making it easy!” you retort. Another snicker. You grumble as you regain your balance, and you decide to straddle her tail as best as you can. It squishes beneath you, allowing you to sink into that fine, grey ocean of fur. That appendage moves beneath you, rhythmically shifting left and right. The lower half of it, free from your weight, swishes through the air behind you. You have to lean against her back to reach her neck, so you do just that. Unlike the fine, grey and white fur of her front, her back is covered in a pelt of dark grey. You can’t resist. You sift through her back fur, noting how much longer and coarser it is than her cushy front. Your hand could outright disappear under that coat. Small, white spots break up the dark monotone, and you aim for one of them as you nuzzle up to her.

“Oho~ Hey-hey, dude~ Did you forget something? Eyes on the prize,” she teases, arching her back. You open your eyes – when did you close them? – and reluctantly rip your face away from your comfy, comfy wolf.

“Oh my god! Right. Uh, sorry.” You clear your throat, keeping a shred of composure. “Sorry. It’s just so easy to…”

“Yeah, yeah, don’t worry,” she mercifully interjects, “I know.” Then, a pause. “…I feel the same when I look at you.”

“…Weren’t you worried about being sappy?” You ask, cracking a smile.

“Holy shit, shut up and put the collar on. You dweeb,” she rolls her eye. You let out a wistful sigh, and do as she says. You lean up against her again, straddling her tail to use it as leverage (and to keep it from whipping you). She keeps her hair lifted out of the way, allowing you to slip the collar around her neck. You briefly let go of one end of it, before reaching around her neck to pull it tight.

“Hey, can you keep it loose this time?” she asks, turning her head slightly, “I don’t like it when it’s tight. It chafes my neck sometimes.”

“Yep,” you reply with a nod, “Don’t you worry.” You buckle it up, making sure to adjust it so that it hangs a bit loose.

“Hey, thanks,” she beams. You open your mouth to say something, that it’s not a problem, but you notice that her back is coming closer. And closer. Her forepaws leave the ground, casually swinging forward as she threatens to come down on top of you. It’s only through sheer luck that you manage to escape, diving to the side as your fluffy skyscraper collapses next to you.

“Lupa!” you scold, dusting yourself off as you stand, “I just washed your hair!”

“Ah-ah,” she holds up a stubby finger, “You didn’t wash it. You brushed it.” You puff out your cheeks. Still… You’d’ve liked it if she didn’t get herself dirty…

“Hey. C’mere,” she reaches out toward you, making grabby-paws in your direction, “I’m supposed to like, eat you or somethin’, right?”

“I think you’ve had enough breakfast, Lu,” you cross your arms. “You ate my pillow.” She snorts as you tack on an “Again.”

“Oh yeah! I did, didn’t I? I didn’t mean to – it just kinda happened. Hey – look at it this way.” Her paws start to run across her chubby, thickly-padded middle, before giving it a nice squeeze. “It’s still in here. Maybe it’s better this way.~” she coos, a soft pomf reaching your ears as she gives herself a nice pat. Your cheeks redden, and you know damn well why. You didn’t really mind her… eating habits, too much. They’re the reason why she’s so big – why she’s so soft. She was a better pillow than anything you could buy. Her layers of memory foam, supported by the thickest, warmest stuffing… Her dense faux fur is always so incredibly soft to the touch. It was like, to avoid the more obvious comparison, having a big fursuit to snuggle on. What ties it all together is the fact that it’s all attached to such a charming personality. You couldn’t ask for a better housemate. All of that is to say, it’s the reason for which you kneel down and wrap your arms around her middle, resting your head against her plush, round tummy.

That, and… you feel a headache coming on again.

White fur against your face as you nuzzle in a bit. Absent-mindedly, your hand wanders to the top of her fuzzy belly. Gently at first, you start give it a rub. Her tail sweeps the floor, and she lets out a “Wrrrff…”

So, you ramp it up. Digging your fingernails in, using both hands, you tousle her fur as you really get in there. Lupa bites her tongue, trying to keep any more doggy noises from coming out, but you still hear the odd “Rrrff,” and “Mwrrrffff…” every now and then. Her tail’s still wagging, that’s for sure. After a while, you slow down, settling back against her with a sigh.

“You okay?” You hear her ask.

“I think that fall might’ve hurt a little more than I was letting on,” you admit. Your head throbs a bit, confirming that notion.

“…’M sorry about that,” she says quietly.

“Not your fault…” you groan. You feel a weight atop your head, and - you already start to feel better, as her pillowy paw gently strokes through your hair. It’s a moment before you speak up again. “…Hey, why don’t we head back to the kitchen? I think some breakfast will help. …And it’ll help me stomach the aspirin I’ll probably have to take.”

“Hm. Hmm…” You hear her hum. “Tch. Youuu… know, what’ll help even more, though?” From how awkward it sounded, you could tell she was leading into something.

“Mmwhat’s that?” As you try not to doze off against her, she picks you up. Lupa kneels in front of you, and you find yourself kneeling as well. She tilts her head, as if to size you up. She furrows her brow, rubbing her cheek and glancing away. With a flick of her tail, she sighs. Moving closer, she plants her lips squarely on your forehead. Her paws smush your shoulders as she uses you as leverage – not the best idea, you figure, as you nearly flop over under so much weight.

“Um. There.” Once she’s done, she rubs her cheek again. “Feel better?” Her expression looks as complex as before, though you notice her paw awkwardly rubbing along the ground.

“Yeah,” you say, “I do actually.” It’s your turn to rub your cheek, heart a-fluttering. You sigh.

“I love you, Lupa,” you continue. Her pawing stops as her ears angle towards you. She stares, but her expression soon softens.

“Love you too, babe.”

For now, the idea of breakfast, and time itself, slips your mind. You’ll get to that. Eventually.

-- THE END --

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trashyswitch · 1 year ago

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Just Tell Her!

Mario gets back to the house, and Luigi starts teasing him about his crush on Peach and why Mario won't ask her out. It doesn't take long for the teasing to turn into tickles.

@theybibsxi insisted I upload this fanfic. So, I'm uploading the fanfic...using my old Chromebook from high school, because my laptop clunked out on me! >:0 How dare it commit such rudeness...

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Mario got home, closed the door, kicked off his shoes and hung up his hat. He walked to the boys’ bedroom and gently pushed Luigi’s shoulder as he walked by. “Hey Lu.” Mario greeted, flipping onto the bed.

Luigi looked over at Mario with a smile. “Hey Mario. How was your date?” He asked casually.

Mario rolled his eyes. “Again, it wasn’t a date.” Mario reminded him. “But it was good.”

Luigi chuckled. “What would you like me to call it?” Luigi asked.

Mario shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know.” Mario admitted, struggling to think.

Luigi smirked. “Then it was a date.” Luigi replied proudly.

Mario groaned. “It was NOT a date. We don’t…” Mario tried to think of how to word things. “We don’t…like each other that way.” Mario tried to tell him.

Luigi pointed to the side. “Well, that’s not really true. You really like her.” Luigi added.

“Yeah…I do…” Mario replied awkwardly.

Luigi stared at him, tittering. “And how do you know that?” He asked.

“I…just…” Mario muttered.

Luigi laughed. “Did you even ask her?” He asked next.

“Well no, but…” Mario muttered.

Luigi laughed and crossed his arms. “But nothing! The truth is, you haven’t even tried to ask her out.” Luigi said.

“Luigi…It’s much more complicated than that.” Mario admitted.

Luigi giggled and shook his head. “It’s really not.” Luigi teased.

“It is! She’s a princess! She has her duties, and I have mine.” Mario explained.

“And yet, she always tries to make time for you a couple times a week. She clearly likes you back.” Luigi told him.

Mario rolled his eyes and shook his head. “I doubt it.” Mario muttered.

Luigi smiled and scooted himself back towards the other side of the bed. “Well…at the very least, you gotta tell me what you like about her.” Luigi told him.

Mario scoffed and rolled his eyes with a small smile. “And risk you blabbing Peach’s ear off about my secrets? Not happening, Luigi.” Mario replied.

Luigi stuck out his lip like a lost puppy, and gave Mario the cutest little puppy eyes he could muster. “Pleeeeeeaaase?” He pleaded.

Mario looked at Luigi, with slight annoyance, and slight cuteness at the same time. He let out a long sigh and looked down, giving into his brother’s childish pleads. “Fiiine.” He said. “But you speak a word of this to Peach, and I will throw you into the mushroom village and tell the toads to doggy pile you.” Mario warned.

Luigi giggled as he sunk down into the bed a bit, before calming down. “Okay, okay.” Luigi replied.

“So…Gosh, where do I even start?!” Mario asked with a laugh, blushing slightly.

“How about…” Luigi cleared his throat. “What was the first thing you noticed about Peach when you first met her?” Luigi asked.

Mario thought for a moment and looked down. “Well…The first thing she did was throw me to the ground.” Mario admitted.

Luigi was taken aback. “I’m sorry, WHAHAT?!” Luigi bursted out laughing, slapping the bed. “Shehe did WHAT?!”

Mario rolled his eyes. “I had reached out for help from Peach…and honestly, she reached out too…We touched hands for only a moment…” Mario said, recalling the feeling of relief he felt about seeing her. Then he chuckled and shook his head. “Only for her to throw me down onto the floor in one go…” Mario explained.

Luigi cackled, clapping his hands in front of him. “Ohohokay! Fast forward to later on.” Luigi said.

Mario smiled and started to remember the obstacle course. “Peach got me to do an obstacle course to ‘see what I’m made of’.” Mario told him. “And before giving me a chance to try, Peach made sure to show me how it’s done.” Mario told him. “And HOLY-” Mario held his forehead. “It was INSANE! She did flips, wall-jumps, summersaults-” Mario grabbed Luigi’s shoulder. “SHE LEAPT BETWEEN MOVING BULLET BILLS THAT FLEW BACKWARDS, AND THEN SPUN AROUND THE FLAGPOLE MULTIPLE TIMES BEFORE USING HER DRESS AS A PARACHUTE to soar back down!” Mario shouted, looking like he was going to burst.

Luigi let out genuine giggles as he appreciated and admired the excitement on his brother’s face.

“It was SO COOL! And…” Mario groaned. “I made myself look like a complete fool several times in front of her.” Mario admitted. “And the crazy part?” Mario lowered his arm down with a small smile. “She didn’t care about any of my embarrassing moments.” Mario told him. “She was humble…she didn’t even care that I didn’t fully pass the obstacle course.” Mario added. “She…was just really happy that I got as far as I did.” Mario said.

Luigi smiled and listened. “Aww…”

“Even if I got eaten by a metal piranha plant at the very end…” Mario muttered.

Luigi wheezed and laughed at him. “Gohosh, that sounds painful.” Luigi reacted. “But also really funny.” He added.

Mario smiled and looked at the floor. “And that was when my part of the adventure began.” Mario told him. “And we’ve only gotten closer ever since.” he added, blushing a little bit more.

Luigi smirked. “Which is why it’s absolutely ludicrous that you’re refusing to ask her out.” Luigi teased, poking his side.

Mario yelped and hugged himself with his arms, letting out a low growl. “Shut up.” Mario muttered.

“Not until you tell her how you feel.” Luigi teased, poking his belly.

Mario jumped again and shot Luigi a glare. “Stop poking me.” He warned.

“Why?” Luigi teased next, poking his side.

“Behecause it’s not helping!” Mario replied.

“Is it nerves? Are you nervous about her reaction?” Luigi asked, placing his hand on the bed.

“Well…Isn’t anyone in this situation?” Mario asked.

“Well yeah…But whether you do it or not, is where it changes.” Luigi added. “You could choose to never know whether she likes you and remain friends with her…” Luigi looked at Mario with a smirk on his face as he began poking Mario’s left side and belly. “Or you can actually try to move past the anxiety and tell her how you feel.” Luigi declared.

Mario yelped and jumped as a wobbly smile slowly filled his face. “Nohoho wahahay!” Mario protested.

“Or…” Luigi moved himself onto his knees and started poking Mario’s side and belly with both fingers at a much faster pace. “I could tickle the nerves out of you and convince you to tell her how you actually feel.” Luigi offered.

Mario yelped and tittered, struggling to bat at Luigi’s hands. “Noho! Luihihigi STAHAP!” Mario yelled. “Whahat gohood’s thahat gohonna do?!” Mario asked.

Luigi giggled. “I’m glad you asked.” He picked up Mario and gently pushed him onto his back before tickling his belly and sides. “You see, nerves have this weird ability to alert the brain of discomfort in the stomach area when people are nervous or anxious.” Luigi told him. “It’s called ‘butterflies’, because people can best describe the strange feeling like ‘butterfly wings fluttering around in your tummy’.” Luigi explained.

“Thahahat ihis NOHOT TRUHUHUE!” Mario argued.

Luigi shrugged his shoulders. “Maybe not…but it also hasn’t been disproven yet.” Luigi added with a wink.

Mario only continued to wiggle his arms around and laugh while his brother attacked his ticklish stomach, sides, and occasional ribs.

“Anyway, there is only one way to get these silly butterfly feelings to go away. And that is to tickle the person in their belly. This helps distract the brain with new ticklish feelings rather than focusing on the unusual discomfort.” Luigi explained like a doctor, or a psychologist.

“Quihihit mahaking stuhuhuhuff uhuhuhup!” Mario ordered.

“Again, hasn’t really been disproven. All facts are considered true until proven false.” Luigi added. “Anyway…the discomfort from the anxiety soon begins to change into what I call ‘tickly euphoria’. The brain is too focused on processing the jumpy tickly feelings, thus making the discomfort slowly go away.” Luigi explained. “But never stop too soon…” Luigi warned, pausing his tickle attack.

Mario’s giggles and laughter lessened to breathless giggles as he laid there on the bed. “Because the butterflies will only come back to haunt the anxious victim once again.” Luigi explained.

And…He was right. The butterfly feeling quickly filled his stomach once again. But…it wasn’t because of the nervousness about telling Peach…These stomach butterflies were from the embarrassment of being tickled by his brother.

Luigi smirked. “Was I right? Are the butterflies coming back?” Luigi asked, booping Mario’s nose.

Mario yelped and held his nose, before glaring at Luigi with a deepening blush on his face. “N-No…” Mario replied, not at all confident in his answer.

“Then why is your belly all red?” Luigi asked, lifting up Mario’s shirt and poking his belly lightly.

Mario yelped and shivered as the cool air filled his belly, causing goosebumps on his stomach…Followed by a squeak from Mario due to Luigi’s little poke. “B-Because you’re embarrassing me!” Mario reacted, grabbing Luigi’s wrists and holding them out so they couldn’t get any closer to Mario’s exposed belly.

“Funny…” Luigi started wiggling his fingers, making Mario’s blush darken. “Butterflies from ticklishness is not something I had considered in my years of studies.” Luigi teased.

Mario growled. “STOP!” Mario yelled.

“Well now, I have to try this out! Does tickling also cure the butterflies resulting from vulnerable, tickly embarrassment?” Luigi asked.

Mario glared at him. “One more finger on my belly…” Mario warned. “And I will throw you to the bed and obliterate you with my fingers.” Mario threatened.

“Ooohohooo! A threat?” Luigi teased.

“Nope!” Mario smirked and brought his face closer to Luigi. “A big. Fat. Promise.” Mario spat back.

Luigi nodded his head, showing some astonishment. “Okay…” Luigi replied. “Alright.” He said next.

…And then Luigi took in a quick, large breath before bending over at lightning speed and unloading the STRONGEST raspberry he could muster, right onto Mario’s exposed belly.

Mario gasped with shock and SCREAMED with newfound laughter! “AAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAHAHAHA LUIHIHIHIGIIIII!” Mario shouted as loud as he could. The poor man had to let go of Luigi’s wrists so he could attempt to push Luigi’s head off his belly. But the sudden raspberry had completely weakened him, rendering his muscles completely useless for self-defense.

Luigi lifted his head up and looked at Mario with a shit-eating grin, before taking in a deep breath and unloading yet ANOTHER raspberry onto his poor brother. “PPPPBBBBFFFBFFFBBBBFBBFFBB!” Luigi let out.

“AAAAHAHAHAAAAHAHAHAHA! FAHANCULO! FAHAHAHANCUHUHULOHOHO!” Mario shouted at him.

Luigi lost control of himself, and accidentally tittered into Mario’s belly near the end of his raspberry breath. This put a puff of air against Mario’s belly, which made the man squeal and curl up, letting out a few squeaky giggles in the process.

Luigi looked up at Mario, and quickly noticed this change in laughter. “What was that?” Luigi asked.

“Ahare you dohohone?” Mario asked.

“No, I’m not. What was that laugh?” Luigi asked.

“Ihit was nothing.” Mario tried to tell him.

“It was squeaky.” Luigi reacted.

“Uhuhuhuhhh…So?” Mario asked, attempting to throw Luigi off.

Luigi looked down at Mario’s belly before blowing a short breath onto Mario’s belly. Mario squealed yet again, and threw his head back as more squeaky, embarrassing high-pitched giggles left his mouth. Quickly growing embarrassed by such giggles, Mario attempted to cover his mouth. But this wouldn’t quiet the giggles completely…only muffle them a bit.

Luigi looked up at Mario, before chuckling with surprise. “Air tickles you?!” Luigi reacted.

“Nohohoho shuhuhut ihihihit!” Mario whined, pushing weakly against Luigi’s forehead with his left hand.

“You’re telling me that you’re so ticklish, a single puff of air can tickle you?!” Luigi asked with shock.

Mario resorted to covering his entire face with both his hands. This was so freaking embarrassing…Why did Luigi have to figure that out?! Whyyy?! He’s just gonna use it against him! He knew what his brother was capable of! He would eagerly use this information to his advantage.

“Peach has GOTTA know about this.” Luigi reacted.

Mario gasped and sat up quickly. “NO.” Mario warned. What the heck did he JUST SAY?! DID HE NOT CALL THIS!? HE 100% CALLED THIS! “We are NOT TELLING PEACH.” Mario ordered.

Luigi backed up slightly and put his hands up in arrest. “Now, now, hold on…” Luigi said. “Hear me out.”

Mario crossed his arms, momentarily giving Luigi the time to explain himself.

“All I’m saying is…Maybe that fact will be a good conversation starter.” Luigi offered.

Mario narrowed his eyes at Luigi.

“Ya know…To…to help you get your thoughts out?” Luigi offered hesitantly. “Calm ya down?” Luigi added.

Mario softened his expression. As stupid as the idea sounds…it also makes a slight bit of sense. “...” Mario stayed silent, as he looked at Luigi…before looking at the bed. “.........maybe…” Mario muttered.

Luigi widened his eyes. “Wait, really?” Luigi asked.

“I said MAYBE. MAYBE it’s an idea.” Mario clarified.

Luigi nodded. “Yeah, yeah. Of course.” Luigi replied. He slowly lowered his hands back down, and twiddled his thumbs a slight bit. “So…does that mean…”

Mario let out a huff and smiled a small bit. “Maybe…I can also work up the courage to tell Peach how I feel.” Mario.

Luigi threw his fists in the air. “WOOHOO!” Luigi shouted.

Mario pulled Luigi’s hand back down and covered his mouth. “Shhhh!” Mario muttered. “That’s not a definite answer.” Mario whispered at him.

Luigi nodded his head and placed his hands down…only for him to raise up his right hand and point his index finger at him. “...So you’re saying there’s a chance?” Luigi asked.

“There’s a chance, alright.” Mario replied.

Luigi smiled and lowered his hand down. “Good.” He replied.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed Luigi’s wrist and pulled him onto his back on the bed. It all went so fast, he couldn’t properly process what happened until after he landed on his back! And that was only right when Mario started poking and skittering his fingers on Luigi’s ribs and sides. “But there is an even BIGGER chance of you getting utterly wrecked by my vicious hands.” Mario warned with a smirk.

Luigi squeaked and curled his toes as he bursted out in newfound, strong laughter. “NAHAHAhahahaha! MAHAHARIOHOHOHOHOOOO!” Luigi laughed helplessly.

“Whaaaat? Not expecting revenge so soon?” Mario asked before spidering his fingers up the ribs to his armpits.

“Nohoho! No! NOHO! NOHOHO!” Luigi yelled right before the spidery fingers started dancing in his open armpits. “GAHAHAHAHAHAHAA! YEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEE!” Luigi instinctively squeezed Mario’s fingers inside his armpits as he shouted with laughter. “NAHAHAT THEHERE! NAHAHAT THEHEHERRRE!” Luigi pleaded, shaking his head and chest left and right.

“Kitchy kitchy koo! A kitchy kitchy kitchy koo! Such sensitive armpits you have, Luigi!” Mario reacted, quickly pulling his arms out of his armpits. “It would be a shame if I were to…” Mario held Luigi’s left arm out to the side with his right arm, while skittering all 5 of his fingers in the wide-open armpit. “-stop you from covering up your armpit!” Mario declared.

Luigi howled with strong laughter as he tugged on his pinned arm. His arm wasn’t even pinned above his head! It was only being pinned at a 90 degree angle! And that was enough to drive the man absolutely insane! Specifically because he was sooo painstakingly close to covering up his armpit…but it just was not enough…

“Since we’re on the topic of crushes, I am BEGGING to know:” Mario stopped tickling and took a moment to boop Luigi’s nose. “Who do you have a crush on?” Mario asked.

Luigi hugged himself with his arms as he breathlessly giggled. “Uhuhhh…D-Daisy.” Luigi admitted.

“Thought so.” Mario replied. “And did you tell her?” Mario asked.

Luigi nodded his head. “Yeah, I did.” he replied.

Mario raised his eyebrows. “Oh wow! And how did she react?” Mario asked.

She…” Luigi’s blush deepened as he recalled the memory. “She said ‘Is it still considered a crush if the person you love feels the same way?’.” Luigi told him.

Mario laughed a bit at that. “So she likes you back?” Mario clarified.

“Yeah. And we’re just taking things slow for now.” Luigi explained.

Mario chuckled. “Does that mean you’re her girlfriend?” Mario asked next.

Luigi smiled. “I think so.”

Mario smiled and poked Luigi’s ribs. “Does she know how ticklish you are?” Mario asked next.

Luigi yelped and held his ribs. “Mario!” Luigi whined.

Mario laughed and squeezed his fingers on his brother’s side. “You didn’t answer my question.” he reminded him.

Luigi squeaked and laughed, curling up and gently batting Mario’s hand away. “Shehehe dohohoes! Shehe dohohohoes! Nohow stohohohop!” Luigi giggled.

“Good.” Mario replied as he stopped his fingers. “Cause you’re cute when you’re tickled.” Mario added, poking his shoulder.

Luigi rolled his eyes and pulled Mario against his chest. “Right back at you, Mario.” Luigi teased as he skittered his fingers all over his belly.

Mario squeaked and threw his head back, laughing his heart out. “LUIHIHIHIGIIIHIHI!” Mario yelled, cackling.

Luigi looked up at the window, and smiled brightly when he saw what was standing at the window. He looked back down at Mario and placed Mario onto his back on the bed before blowing a raspberry onto his brother’s belly. Mario widened his eyes and cackled, closing his eyes and shaking his head as he weakly tapped his brother’s head. The man was absolutely losing his mind with laughter. And honestly…he didn’t really mind it.

Luigi then got up off the bed and opened the window. “Hi Princess!” Luigi reacted.

Wait, PRINCESS?! Mario shrieked and shoved his face into the bed. WHAT THE HELL WAS THE PRINCESS DOING HERE?! AAAAAAAAH!

Peach giggled and waved. “Hi Luigi! Having fun?” She asked teasily.

Luigi chuckled. “You bet!” Luigi replied. “You wanna help?” Luigi offered.

Mario shot his head up rapidly with widened eyes. WAIT, WHAT?!

“Sure!! If I’m allowed to, of course…” Peach teased with a wink.

Luigi turned to look at Mario, who was glaring into his brother's soul. “Not. Another. Word.” Mario warned.

Luigi smirked and kept looking at Mario as he replied to Peach. “Of course you’re allowed to tickle Mario!” Luigi replied. “I’ll even show you what tickle spots to go for!” Luigi offered.

Peach laughed and started to run for the front door. “Be right there!”

Luigi smiled and closed the window with a soft sigh.

“TI UCCIDERO', LUIGI!” Mario shouted, pulling Luigi backwards by the arm and throwing Luigi onto his bed.

“M-MARIO WAIT-”

Mario put Luigi’s arms above his head and held them there with one hand, before wiggling his fingers at Luigi. “You just made the biggest mistake of your- AAAEEEE!” Mario shouted suddenly, suddenly being picked up from behind by a pair of hands.

“Goodness! Such anger in someone so small. I’m gonna need to fix that.” Peach declared as she started skittering her little nimble fingers on Mario’s somewhat chubby belly.

Mario tittered and wiggled around, shaking his head as he struggled to keep his laughter in.

Luigi rolled his eyes. “Just laugh, Mario. She’s heard your laughter before.” Luigi told him.

“I’ve also seen how you react to raspberries.” Peach added right before she blew a raspberry onto Mario’s neck.

Mario finally burst out cackling, kicking his feet in front of him as he laughed and squeaked at the tickly raspberries. “NAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAT FAHAHAIR! NOHOHOT FAHAHAHAHAIR!” Mario shouted.

Luigi giggled and pulled out his phone. “This I gotta record~!” Luigi teased.

Peach giggled and kept going. “Just wait till the toads hear about this! The toads are gonna love it!” Peach teased.

Mario was left to just cackle his heart out in his crush’s arms, dying of embarrassment in the process. The fact that he’s being tickled by his CRUSH OF ALL PEOPLE, IS SO EMBARRASSING! AND SHE’S AMAZING AT IT?! H O W?!

And this is how Mario dies…

From embarrassment…

#mentioned princess daisy #cute #teasing #funny #embarrassment #the super mario bros movie spoilers #ticklefic #ler!peach #switch!mario #switch!luigi #fluff #family fluff

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Atlas oh my gosh the season finale... I did not expect to be crying over Amber, of all people, but here we are. went mildly insane over how good the score was for those episodes in particular. went MORE insane about all the love showed to Wilson. House literally being like oh you want me to risk my life to save your girlfriend ok bet! it's INSANE oh my WORD I cried. I really did. holy crap. also all the needle drops towards the end were *chefs kiss* help I'm gonna be haunted by this season finale now

Ahhh yeah lu bff it… it is gonna haunt you forever now, it is a Lot!!! they so so quickly make amber such a sympathetic character. i mean she was never Unsympathetic to me, just very nuanced and w a strong character but so so quickly they just make u feel So bad for her. and for wilson. god especially for wilson honestly ur right it makes me more insane too how everyone just. rallies around him. how house goes crazy trying to figure out what happened and fix it, in his own way. once u watch both episodes it becomes clear why they’re called house’s head and wilson’s heart because the episodes are basically like studies into how the characters work. and it is crazy. theyre absolutely masterpieces!!!

#need to rewatch them now and pay more attention to the score omg i bet that adds sm impact to it #real real tear jerker really gets you with every twist and turn like OUGHH i could talk abt it for forever #asks #lu 🫶

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Tone indicator list

/aff — affectionate

I’m thinking of you. /aff

/c — copypasta

crazy I was crazy once they locked me in a room a rubber room a rubber room with rats rats make me crazy /c

/cb — clickbait

You’ll never believe what’s inside this $20M home! /cb

/f — fake

Look at this real-life unicorn. /f

/gen or /g — genuine

You’re such a nice person. /gen

/genq — genuine question

Does this help clarify? /genq

/hj — half joking ( you're like, half serious, half not )

I mean, I’m usually right. /hj

/hyp — hyperbole

I have 10,000 things to do today. /hyp

/ij — inside joke

There’s just something about those beach fries. /ij

/j — joking

Elias bouchard never did anything wrong/j

/lyr — lyrics

Vintage tee, brand new phone. High heels on cobblestones. /lyr

/lh — light-hearted

I think you misspelled mosey. /lh

/lit — literal

The rat we saw was the size of a small dog. /lit

/lu — little upset

Our top client won’t be renewing. /lu

/met — metaphorical

His fingers were icicles after shoveling for so long! /met

/nav — not a vent ( more so an update or a statement, )

Work has been so busy. /nav

/nbh — nobody here (none of your followers)

I’m really feeling down because of someone. /nbh

/neg — negative connotation

Oh my gosh. I’m going to cry. /neg

/neu — neutral connotation

The dog needs to go outside. /neu

/nf — not forced

Do you want to hang out today? /nf

/nm — not mad

Did you leave the iron on this morning? /nm

/nsb — not subtweeting

I hate when people don’t say things to your face. /nsb

/nsrs — non-serious

I just bruised my leg, but I’m okay. /nsrs

/nsx — non-sexual intent

You look so good. /nsx

/p — platonic

You look so pretty. /p

/pos — positive connotation

Oh my gosh! I’m going to cry. /pos

/q — quote

“Sometimes I’ll start a sentence and I don’t even know where it’s going.” /q

/r — romantic

I can’t wait to do life with you. /r

/ref — reference

It’s exactly like the gold or blue dress debacle. /ref

/rh or /rt — rhetorical

I still can’t figure out the issue. How can I be so stupid? /rh

/s or /sarc — sarcastic

This is just what I needed on a Monday. /s

/srs — serious

I really like working with you. /srs

/sx — sexual intent

You look so good. /sx

/t — teasing

Oh really? Guess we have to be best friends now. /t

/th — threat

I will block you if you don’t stop. /th

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bokettochild · 2 years ago

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karma is fun >:)

So, my sister/roommate and I both had orthopedic appointments today, along with the rest of our sibs.

I woke up and got ready to go first thing to take care of a client before our appointment, and only had enough time to dart home and grab a thing before we had to go to our parents' house to join the rest who were going to the appointment.

Technically, I reasoned, we could take a bus to the offices, but the Mother ordered elseways and I wasn't up to challenging her this morning. So, we show up at fam's house as they finish lunch. I walk up to the table and catch Bambi's eyes and just grin and say "howdy", knowing she'll catch the Lu reference in it because it just updated and we had't gotten to talk about it yet, and she immediately lights up with recognition (and maybe a little at just seeing me? we're pretty close and can't see each other often), so we spent the next while chattering

My mom, despite having ten children, does not like chatter. We were scolded repeatedly for talking too fast and with too much energy. This is a normal occurrence. i have no clue why she has children, because they stress her out so much.

The thing is, my room-mate/sister does not like that Bambi and I are close. When we both go over, Bambi and I talk because we are the two siblings with the most in common and we actually share an interest. My other sister however does not share our experiences/interests, but still complains that I "monopolize" Bambi's time.

I have spoken with Bambi about it and she has informed me that if she didn't want to talk to me, she wouldn't, and she does, in fact, choose who to talk to for herself. Additionally, she is frustrated at the other sister's need to talk to her, because the only things she wants to discuss are things that make Bambi uncomfortable or that she finds boring. Whereas I provide LU crap and we can throw ideas at each other and bounce back with more stuff and make each other happy

However, regardless of Bambi's take on it, our sister has made a point (every time we are both with the family) of complaining (loud enough that I can hear) to our parents that I'm hogging Bambi (like she is a doll) and she and my mom spent the drive to the orthodontist complaining about me loud enough for me to hear, which, rude.

Naturally, I was not in a good mood because of this. Even more so when, because the other sister wanted to run a few errands, I got dragged to the other side of town and ended up being late to a client's place when I really ought to have been able to get there on time if I had been allowed to walk over to them.

This after my room-mate has complained loudly to others that "Ketto hardly says a word at home, but when she's around Bambi she's all of a sudden a chatterbox" (because the idea of loosening up with people who appreciate you is apparently foreign to my family), got my mom to complain about me in front of my younger siblings, and also snapped at me and purposefully went out of her way to try to physically get between Bambi and I so we couldn't be near each other in order to prevent us talking.

I'm trained to step back and let other people take whatever the heck they want, so I did, but gosh dang it I wanted to cry when I left the fam to go see my client today.

But karma got my back :)

I got to relax while playing crib after I finished cleaning for my client, and we also watched Jeopardy together. He also wished me a Happy Valentines and gave me chocolate (he's 90, so it's not weird or flirty, he's just being a grandpa figure) and then I dressed up and took myself to dinner.

I took me on a lovely moonlight stroll in the snow and had a great dinner and desert for a reasonable price, and was provided with great service at a little place not far from where I live.

My sister/roommate took a friend out to dinner (because despite complaining about me hogging our sister, she's the only one between us with a social life) at a fancy restaurant, and came home to tell me that the food was bad and overpriced and that her evening was disappointing.

Not to be an ass, but I think she deserved it LOL

#personal #vent

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eddieheart · 2 years ago

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DR.SINCLAIR

(Part 1)

Fandom: Stranger Things

Pairings: NONE

Words: 910

Description: Dr. Willa Sinclair comes home for a break.

Her name is Dr. Willa Sinclair, that's right, Doctor. It isn't easy, in fact it's quite fucking difficult. Not only does she have every guy doctor telling her she'd be better in the kitchen, but she had ever white doctor thinking she shouldn't even be allowed in the program.

Will is a surgical resident, she loves her job and she's good at it too. But every once and a while she needs a break. Well, truthfully she didn't need a break, but because of an unfortunate incident at the hospital involving a psych patient and a pair of scissors, she was given leave.

She was fine, really, she was, it wasn't a big deal. At least she got to see her family, right?

Two younger siblings, Lucas and Erica. They meant the world to her. Everything Willa had done she'd done for her siblings, to show them that they could do anything, no matter what they looked like, no matter what anybody said.

Will approached the front door nervously, bag of clothes in one hand and car keys in the other. Her parents would be worried that she was home, they always worried, about everything.

With a shaky hand, Willa rang the doorbell and stepped back. The door opened to reveal her mother, clad in a flour covered apron. She smiled brightly at the sight of her eldest daughter.

"Willa! My baby, you're home! How are you? What are you doin' back here hun? You alright?" She asked, softly petting the side of the young girls face.

"I'm fine momma, I swear. I just took a few weeks off to see you guys. As a surprise." Her mother pulled her into a tight hug, practically crushing her.

"Oh my baby, I missed you." Sue said, squeezing the girl tighter.

"Charles! Honey! Guess who's home!" She said in a sing song voice. Her father came walking out to the front door with an even brighter smile.

Just as Willa pulled away she was brought into another bone crushing hug, by her father this time.

"The kids are still at school, Erica will be home any minute now but Lucas has a basketball game tonight. We were all gonna go, you're coming too right?" He asked kindly while pulling away from the hug.

Her mother lead both Willa and her father into the living room, gently strutting the front door.

Willa was shocked, Lucas, her geeky, nerdy, dnd loving little brother was a basketball player? She could barely believe it.

Just as Willa sat down the front door could be heard swinging open. She quickly walked towards the door and called over to her other daughter.

"Erica we have a guest, come say hi!" Sue smiled as a clearly unamused Erica walked into the room.

"Hello, yes it's me Erica it's- oh my gosh! Lila! When did you get home!" She cried out as she ran over to the older girl.

"I took a vacation and decided to come see my favourite sister! How are you?" Willa asked.

"Great now that you're here. Are you coming to the game tonight?"

"You know it."

—-

"Seriously Erica we need to get you some new tapes, really. I like tears for fears just as much as the next guy but I draw the limit at 25 times a day I do." Willa said laughing, holding up her sisters tape and gesturing to it.

"Oh shut up." Erica replied jokingly.

"Girls, language." Their mother said while laughing. They pulled into the school parking lot and got out of the car.

They were only a little late, shuffling into the gym and quietly finding a seat at the bleachers. Other people gawked and stared at them, parents whispering to their children, holding them closer.

Will shifted uncomfortably in her seat and looked for Lucas. She didn't know a lot about basketball, actually she knew nothing. What she did know was that getting a ball in the opposite basket was good and Lucas was doing a lot of that.

The game didn't last that long, and when it was done Lucas came rushing over from where the rest of the team sat.

"Hey, Lila." He said, softly pulling her into a brief hug.

"Hey Lu, you did well out there." She tried to compliment him the best she could with her limited knowledge of the game. He chuckled and thanked her.

Everything was fine until they got home, firstly Erica insisted that Will help with her biology homework, then Lucas replied that no, she wasn’t going to help Erica because she was going to help him.

“Well I need help with biology Lucas, suck it up. It’s my turn with her anyway!” Erica sassed.

Lucas crossed his arms and glared back at the younger girl.

“You’re turn? You had her already! I might’ve hurt my leg during practice! I could need a splint!” Erica scoffed.

“You don’t need a splint Lucas! You have a bruise at best!” Willas eyes widened, clearly this was escalating way too quickly.

“Hey, woah, woah, I can do both. Lucas, I’ll look at you leg on the couch, Erica, I can help you in the living room okay? Okay.” She lead the pair to the living room with a sigh.

She’d kind of missed this, in a weird way. Missed the background bickering, the loving way they teased each other. It was nice, instead of her usual background noise of her roommates fucking around.

@buggylad

#fanfiction #fanfic #stranger things #orginal character #original female character #lucas sinclair #erica sinclair #sue sinclair #charles sinclair #original Sinclair oc #sinclair siblings

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soft4gguk · 3 months ago

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hooooooolyyyyyy craaaaaaap!! idk what to say!!

oc’s character is so kind, beautiful and she’s such a bigger person than anyone. i get why jk and mingyu and the kids and everyone actually is so drawn towards her ❤️ she’s also very brave and jk will be foolish to let her go ever. in hindsight its ok as long as she goes to mingyu? 😂

i love love love Lu and oc’s conversation.. sometimes you do need a friend to layout the whole perspective isn’t it? i also love the banter between the characters and oc joking about 9gag made me gagged 😂

kayy mingyu 🥹🥹🤞🏻🤞🏻gosh this man is a go-getter 🤭knows who he wants and how to get her, mmm i like it 😂 wasn’t put off with one rejection, he went directly to the reason of that rejection hahaha will we see more of him in the next chapters? pretty please!! still rooting for jk and oc but some competition won’t hurt jk.. or? 🤭

the truth revealeeeed. ano now jk cant make some dumb excuse that it was just heat of the moment or whatever what will he do?? please say it back, say it back, SAY IT BACK!!! please 💔

also soori my baby fever continues *sigh*

please im so excited for Sunday to come again. thank you dear for working on the story again ❤️

hiiii <3333 I totally agree with you. oc is such a lovely girl 😩 she's so sweet and genuinely so kind. I love writing her and making her quite literally perfect because it's what she is!! <333 I also love how much everyone else is drawn to her. she's magnetic!!

I loved writing their talk so much. Lucy's such a good friend and they're just so lovely and tender towards one another, but also yes! she def grounded her!! and lololol I love their witty convos too.

mr Mingyu really did naaaawt take no for an answer!! and then he goes and asks jk to be his wingman like 🤠 lmaooo it's so funny now that I really think about it. that was whack! and yeah you're so right. a little competition could do him good!!! we shall see what happens tho 😯

im so glad you enjoyed the chappie!!!!!! thank you for this ask. I loveeeee answering them and reading you guys' thoughts <333 ilu xo

#tbah #thank u for reading <3

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smilesrobotlover · 8 months ago

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Thanks for the tag Nancy!!

How many works do you have on AO3?

10! 15 fics in total :)

What’s your total AO3 word count?

57,976, which is strange cuz last time I calculated it it was over 90k?? I could've calculated wrong tho i am so tired rn lol.

How many fandoms have you written for, and what are they?

I suppose 5 if you want to count all the zelda games as separate. But it's all Zelda.

Top five fics by kudos:

Time turns to milk: 80 kudos Oh good grief. The first fic I ever posted on AO3. I will say, the humor in my food fics were top tier, very good and very funny. But I hope to never think about that time in my life because I am quite embarrassed on how I acted during it. But the fic itself is pretty funny, and despite my old writing, it holds up relatively well lol. I still die over the interaction between Wild and Twi towards the middle. You know, don't cry over spilled milk ;)

Love at twilight: 75 kudos! Very happy that that fic has gotten so much love! <3 It's def the most self indulgent thing I've ever done and I'm very proud of the writing and the story thus far. I hope you guys continue to enjoy it! :))

Bottle Time: 44 kudos I keep forgetting that this was a fic I wrote haha. Every time I see it, I keep thinking that it's that stupid tilk fic I wrote ^^; This fic has all the old writing styles I used to write, and I def can do better now. It's apparent that I've improved a lot and It's nice to see that I am much more confident in my writing ability! Goes to show that if you practice, you'll get better! Now I do wish that I could like... idk.... fix all of it KJDSLFKH

The Great fairy: 18 kudos this is the first fanfiction I've ever written. Ever. I remember writing it and being terrified at sharing it cuz I was self conscious of my writing. It's amazing how we all start somewhere. I quite like this piece! I don't remember the writing quality, but I do remember how I characterized the LU boys and the headcanons I had were stuff that I was proud of! I was going to continue with it but never did. But yeah, I like it even tho it's old :)

Skumpkin: 17 kudos Oh gosh, the next food fic. Again, the writing is old and I don't like it but at the same time the humor was just.. top tier. The stupid arguments and bickering between the chain was so fun to write and is still fun to read. I think I like this one better than the tilk fic, idk, it's very funny to me and very silly.

Do you respond to comments?

I try to respond to all of them! If there's not much to say then I won't but I read and appreciate all of your comments! But on AO3 I try to respond to all of them!

What’s the fic with the angstiest ending you’ve ever written?

Uh, idk. I can't really pick one. I'd say that the "dangers in the shadows" Ended on a crazy cliff hanger, but I never finished that fic, I'm so sorry aklsjdfhlakhjsf. Bottle time was kinda angsty too, and the ending of the last chapter of Love at Twilight wasn't the happiest note lol. Rusl and Link are just a wee bit traumatized.

Do you write crossovers?

Uh, I suppose not on AO3, but does strangers across eras and Lbl count as crossovers? Cuz I have written fics for those! Mostly for febuwhump and whumptober!

Have you ever gotten hate on a fic?

No. I've definitely had strange comments but they've mostly been critiques and not hate. I've trying to take constructive criticism well for years now so pls don't take any of that the wrong way. Criticism is very important if you're wanting to improve! I'm just... a lil sensitive and am trying to get over it lol. But yeah, no hate! AO3 I feel like has a different vibe in regards of comments compared to tumblr lol.

Do you write smut?

No <3 and probably never will. I don't want to and do not trust myself to do it without it sounding super omega cringy

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

no, and I really hope not.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

nope!

What’s your all-time favorite ship?

MIDLINK IT'S MIDLINK IT WILL FOREVER BE MIDLINK I HAVE AN ENTIRE FIC ALL ABOUT THEM IT'S MIDLINK

What’s a wip that you want to finish, but don’t think you ever will?

I mentioned it before but the dangers in the shadows. I had a cool direction going with it and exploring a headcanon I have of Wind. But I am not involved with LU anymore and I don't have the motivation to revisit it unfortunately.

What are your writing strengths?

Um, I say dialogue? Sometimes? I think I can make it sound pretty natural. It's still hard for me tho lol. But I have the most fun writing dialogue and people tend to point it out the most :>

What are your writing weaknesses?

Characterization, like sticking true to what a character will do in a situation. But the biggest thing for me is action and descriptions. I don't know many words and cannot write out elegant sentences lol. And gosh dang action is so hard for me to do without putting in choppy sentences with a million commas! If you read the first chapter for Kotg, you'll notice a couple of those. I'm trying ashlfjhs

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fics?

It's a vibe! I love it! If I knew Italian the Mario fandom would not be able to handle my power. I wish I was multilingual fr

What was the first fandom you ever wrote for?

Linked Universe lol.

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written so far?

Definitely Love at Twilight. I'm really proud of how it's coming along and even tho the writing is a little flawed, I'm still proud of it! If you've read my old draft for the first chapter of it, you'll see the major improvement from the new and refined chapter! I love this fic very very much!

Not gonna tag anyone, I'm too tired. But feel free to join in! I've invited you! This was fun!

Ao3 tag game!

THANKS @ragecndybars FOR THE TAG I APPRECIATE IT

*cracks knuckles* lets do this

How many works do you have on AO3?

24 works! I would have never expected to have that many 5 years ago, hahaha

What's your total AO3 word count?

186,291! oh wow, almost 200k!! (unsurprisingly PT minato takes up over a third of that LMAO)

How many fandoms have you written for, and what are they?

10 fandoms! I'm counting Persona 3, 4, and 5 and separate, but I'm grouping all the Zelda fandoms together since it's all Linked Universe fic.

Here's the breakdown!

The Legend of Zelda & Related Fandoms (6)

Persona 5 (5)

Persona 3 (5)

SPY x FAMILY (Anime) (3)

Wizard101 (Video Game) (3)

SPY x FAMILY (Manga) (3)

Runescape (Video Games) (3)

Pirate101 (Video Game) (3)

Persona 4 (2)

The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild/Tears of the Kingdom (2)

Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood & Manga (1)

Star Wars - All Media Types (1)

The Legend of Zelda: Hyrule Warriors (1)

Top five fics by kudos:

The Ghost of Mementos/Stygian Ringlet (Persona3/5) - to the surprise of absolutely no one, since this is currently my longest fic. I'm very happy with Stygian Ringlet being the top because I love my boys :)

True Crime Special on the Midnight Channel (Persona 4/5) - my Ren has a TV Dungeon fic! also very proud of the dungeon concept for this one, I really need to finish the last two chapters

Dark Clouds on the Horizon (Linked Universe/TOTK) - I feel like this one got a lot of momentum partially because it was directly in the wake of TOTK's release, but I'm happy with how it turned out :)

Strangers Are Just Friends You Haven't Met (Persona 3/SPY x FAMILY) - this was a collab series with mewrose and a few others in the marigolds discord! we were throwing ideas at the wall to see what stuck and I really had a lot of fun with Shinjiro-related prompts, because I LOVE him and hitting him with the isekai baseball bat into a universe with Anya brings me great joy

Salt Tears and Raindrops (Linked Universe/TOTK) - directly related to Dark Clouds, and I'm glad people enjoyed good ol' fashioned angst >:) (I do need to post more of my wips, I do have a couple more roleswap AU wips that I want to post)

Do you respond to comments?

Yes! I almost always do because I really appreciate them and its my way of saying thanks for the comment! If I don't comment it's because I lost track of it or because I can't think of a response.

What's the fic with the angstiest ending you've ever written?

Probably Salt Tears and Raindrops. I was in a Mood and decided to go for the tried-and-true method of putting fictional characters I like through the emotional wringer. That's how I got the rough draft for this fic :)

Do you write crossovers?

*looks at my persona fics and recent LU fics*

...I think it's safe to say most of my fics these days fall under crossovers lmao

Have you ever gotten hate on a fic?

I wouldn't say I have? One or two comments that came off as rude, but no actual hate, thankfully. If I did, I forgot about it. I've been blessed by wonderfully nice readers <3

Do you write smut?

Nope. I don't read it, so I wouldn't know how to write it anyway.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of? I sure hope not.

I have seen a couple short fics slightly imitate Ghost of Mementos though, which I thought was really sweet that they liked it enough to inspire their own writing.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope, but I'd definitely be open to it!

What’s your all-time favorite ship?

RYOMINA. Hands down. I love them so much, I am so mentally unwell about these two

What’s a WIP that you want to finish, but don’t think you ever will?

My two Runescape fics, Whispers in the Temple and Welcome to the Jungle. I absolutely loved going hogwild with rewriting old quests in Runescape, but I psyched myself out of Welcome to the Jungle because I got overly anxious about accidentally doing bad representation.

(in hindsight, it probably wouldn't have been as big a deal as I thought; it's hard to make it worse considering how bad Legend's Quest was with the british-african stereotypes. that quest DID NOT age well.)

I also want to finish Snake in the Grass; that was my first attempt at a genuine mystery plot and I really liked playing with Warriors in that fic in the context of the gang trying to figure out who the heck is trying to murder him.

What are your writing strengths?

I feel like I'm pretty good at dialogue! I try to make sure it matches the character's speech patterns and personality. Really well-written dialogue can tell you who's speaking without actually telling who it is. (For example, the way I write them: Minato speaks as few words as possible and has very little filter with his observations when he does share them, and Shinjiro is pretty rough around the edges, with shortened words and the occasional swear. Warriors is good with words and wit, but he has a certain military-esque directness and doesn't dance around the topic.)

I do try hard to keep the plot clear and understandable over everything else, so probably that as well.

Also, now that I think about it, maybe fight sequences? I don't do them much, but I do enjoy the challenge of making a clear sequence of what happens in a fight and trying to make it understandable. Fight sequences are easy to skip or gloss over, but I think of them like their own miniature plot. What happens? What surprises are there? What are their movesets? How do they get the upper hand? (and of course, what looks cool as fuck)

What are your writing weaknesses?

Time management. I tend to over-proofread since I beta my own work, and often I'll go back to tweak stuff if I had additional thoughts to add to it, or extra insight. Lately, it takes longer to write chapters than I'd like.

Also, dialogue-heavy scenes often get very chaotic in my WIPs because of the way I rough out fics. I'll throw together a bunch of dialogue bits I think would be cool to include, and sometimes they'll clash or get really messy, especially if there's lots of characters (looking at the latest two chapters of Stygian Ringlet)

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fics?

I think it's cool! It adds flavor to fics. If it's more than one short phrase though, or if it's story important, then I do prefer that there is a translation in the author's notes. I haven't done any non-English dialogue in fics, save for one memorable adventure into trying to figure out how Latin grammar structure works for a character that didn't speak English.

What was the first fandom you ever wrote for?

Wizard101 and Pirate101. I was obsessed with those two for YEARS. I really, really liked pirate stories in high school, and having a cast of crewmates that accompany you throughout the game really inspired me to write my first fic featuring my OC. (I was also into One Piece at the time, but I never wrote for it.)

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written so far?

Stygian Ringlet. It's really dear to my heart. I have poured so much love and effort into that fic, and the reception on it has completely blown me away.

THANKS FOR THE TAG!! Uhhhmmm for tags I'm going to go with @skyward-floored, @catreginae and @breannasfluff (but only if you want to!! no obligation of course)

and of course any other writers that want to do it as well!! go forth

#tag game #long post #yipee #smiles writes

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captainderyn · 5 years ago

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A Simple Cup of Tea

It’s about time Terrance and Idan got the official “how they met” fic :’)

Idan of course, belongs to the lovely @lumielles

Read on AO3

“It’s no trouble.” Satele’s tone most certainly suggested that it was in fact trouble, though whether it was Idan’s trouble or a different kind, he wasn’t sure. “You see, the Council made a last minute, unanimous decision.”

From the way some of the other Jedi’s expressions twitched, they were having great fun with that decision. Suspicion rose like a grey cloud in Idan’s mind.

“We are granting you a padawan.” Satele’s words dropped like a cinder block between the Council and Idan.

In fact, a weight seemed to fall across the room like a blanket, something heavy and loaded.

He couldn’t seem to find the words that he wanted. There was hardly any way that he could be qualified to train anyone, let alone one of the young, impressionable minds of the Jedi. But he couldn’t simply deny the will of the Council. They stared at him expectantly, eyes boring into him, practically daring him to say no.

Under their expectant looks, he cleared his throat and said, “That is...such an honor. I don’t know where to begin. Who, may I ask, is my padawan?”

The doors to the Council chambers banged open, and Satele sighed, long and deep. “Ah...Terrance. How good of you to make a good first impression.”

The padawan that Idan had been watching earlier was practically being frog marched in by his Master. The red hue in the Master’s face had turned slightly purple, making his cybernetics stand out brilliantly. Had Terrance not suddenly tore himself away with a strong jolt of anger in the Force, Idan was convinced he would’ve gone limp and boneless rather than move another step.

#my writing #swtor #swtor fanfic #jedi #jedi ocs #oc: Terrance #other people's ocs: Idan #JediDad and Padason #i give up with this formatting RIP #tumblr wouldn't let me post the full thing without making it weird #I love these two so much #like GOSH we did good Lu #even if Terrance is saltier than pure Himalayan salt here #Idan he grows to love you I promise

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thesacredtwink · 3 years ago

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So apparently by going camping for a weekend I missed a lot.

First things first, I saw the art for Gerudo Twilight and I adore it. He looks so genuinely uncomfortable.

Secondly, your fic is so good! I am very excited to see where the rest of it goes.

Thirdly, I adore the idea of sand seals domesticating themselves the way cats did because they decided they liked this one man. You know Twilight is going to spend as much time hiding with the sand seals and claiming he's overseeing the domestication project but he's lying.

And lastly, I realized at one point when I was camping that the Gerudo have their own language. A language that Twilight does not speak. Do with this what you will.

And, I'll be honest, I have know Idea what else I might have missed, so, yeah.

-Attllhak

@attllhak

Hi! Welcome back! I hope the camping trip was fun!

Yeah, just a bit lol. Mostly memes about the LU update last Friday, which was. A doozy.

OH GOSH RIGHT?!?! The gerudo twilight art is just *chef's kiss* his feet don't touch the ground its amazing.

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I'm so glad you are liking it! There are more then a few of the ideas we have bounced back and fourth in the fic and I can't wait to see what you think of the rest of it!

Twilight is going to spend so much time with the seals it's probably silly. It becomes a common sight to walk past the seals and see him (and the singular goat) sitting with them. No one questions this. If he wants to hold meetings in the animal pen, then that's where the meeting will be. Sometimes, it is good to be the king.

Oh OH THE LANGUAGE BARRIER

I had not thought about that at ALL. I think Twi would do his best to learn the language. He might not know how to King, but he is pretty certain that it's bad form for a king to not speak the same language as the people they are ruling. He def needs an interpreter though in the early years.

(lsnfksnckdnfidnfid, he practices his conjugations with the sand seals. They might not have been the best ones to ask for help from though)

#gerudo!twilight #linked universe #gerudo twilight au #gerudo twilight #@attllhak #yes welcome back from your trip!!! i hope it was a good one #there was quite a bit if chaos while you were gone a d i honestly dont know how much you missed #but uh if you havent seen the latest lu update #be sitting down when you read it #nick speask

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lu-undy · 3 years ago

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Alright, another (very) spicy Sniper/Spy short!

Kids, stay out of this!

For the old folks, a friend (Dell, thank you!) gave me an idea that I turned into a short. What if Sniper asked Spy to try a vibrating toy. What if the Frenchman does not really warm up to the idea, but he nonetheless accepts, Sniper can be so convincing... :) And What if Spy ends up enjoying it more than he expected? Well, here it is!

"Spook? You wanted to see me? Oh, he's in the shower…"

Sniper entered the suite and went straight to the sofa, where he took a seat. He removed his glasses and hat, put them on the coffee table along with the small box he had brought, and leaned back. A few minutes later, the noise of the shower stopped and it pulled Sniper out of his daydream.

“Oh, mon amour, you came early this evening.” Spy peeked out of the shower, his hair still wet. He was only wearing a tanktop and a pair of shorts. Of course, regardless of the season, the French had to wear his satin gown on top of it all. Sniper always thought that he looked like a peacock when he walked with it and it flew after him, given the blue color with emerald green sheen.

“Disappointed?”

“On the contrary…” The Frenchman took a seat next to his lover and they hugged dearly, exchanging the usual greeting kisses.

“Mmh, you smell good, eh?”

“Well, as you see, I am freshly out of the shower.”

“Love it, and love ya.”

“Merci. But tell me, why did you come so early? We just finished dinner and I just came out of the shower. You usually take longer to join me here.” Spy asked.

“Yeah, well, I just… I mean it’s Friday and uh…”

“Oh, I see.” Spy smiled. “You are in the mood?” The Frenchman raised a malicious eyebrow.

“Kinda, but above all, I brought somethin’ here, and wanted you to try it.” Sniper nodded in the direction of the coffee table.

“Oh, what is this?” Spy took the box in his hands.

“Go on, open it.”

“Is it for me?”

“Yeah. For us, I mean. We can both use it but I want you to give it a go first.”

“You have my full curiosity, Mundy.” Spy opened the box on his lap, between the panes of his open, satin gown. “Oh, is it what I think it is?” Lucien raised an unconvinced eyebrow.

“Yup.”

“Mundy, as much as I love you and I love how we decide to spend our intimate time and explore it, this might be… complicated.” Lucien watched the small plastic object. He then extracted a remote from the box.

“Why? I mean, I promise I’ll prepare you right and all, like I always do.”

“I know, I trust you for that.” Lucien lowered his eyes.

“Then why? I know you like tyin’ me up and doin’ all sorts of things on me, have me, y’know, feel good a few times in a row and all. I just wanna try to do it on you.” I promise I’ll make you feel good and you don’t like it, I’ll be happy to be the only one usin’ it.”

“Have you ever used one of these before?” Lucien asked.

“Not really. I heard of them and got one, just for us to try. Wasn’t expensive either, so if it turns out it’s a lot of faff for nothin’, I’ll be happy to chuck it in the bin m’self.”

Lucien sighed.

“What is it, gorgeous?” Mundy gently asked, as he took his lover’s hand in his own.

“I… I am not sure you can ever achieve this.” Lucien answered, looking away.

“What? I’m not gonna be able to throw it away? Nah, I promise I will.”

“Non, you misunderstood me. Have you ever wondered why I like making you reach your peak a few times in a row?”

“I don’t know, guess it’s a kink of yours or somethin’.”

“Maybe, but why do you think it is so.” Lucien asked, raising his eyes to Mundy.

“I don’t know, never really wondered about it.”

“It is because I do not think I can do it myself anymore.” Lucein wrapped his arms around himself and looked away.

Mundy wrapped his arms around him and pulled him closer.

“Hey, why d’you say that?”

“I used to be able to, when I was younger and now…”

“Are you sure you can’t do it?”

“The last time I managed, I was still with Jérémy’s mother. She… liked employing such, ahem, objects with me.”

“Look, I’ve got an idea.” Mundy said and Lucien raised his eyes to him again. The Aussie lovingly held his chin. “You give me a chance, just once. If it doesn’t work, then you use it on me and I won’t ask you about it ever again. I don’t want you to feel bad about yourself or anythin’, but I’m also sure you can do it but you just never tried for�� thirty odd-years. What d’you say?”

Lucien looked left and right, taking a second to ponder, before he nodded weakly.

“Alright, Lu’, thanks, darl’, you’re the best.” Mundy pushed his lips against Lucien.

“Go to bed and get off your clothes, I need to take a quick shower and I’ll come to you, yeah?”

“Fine.” Lucien nodded. “But please, be quick.”

“Don’t worry.” Mundy took Lucien’s hand and gently guided it to his own crotch. “Can’t wait…” He winked and added a little peck on his lover’s lip before leaving to the bathroom.

Lucien raised his hand and put it on his cheek, where Mundy’s lips were a second ago. His eyes lingered on the bathroom door until he released his breath with a smile.

A few minutes later, Mundy exited the shower and found his lover lazily lying on his stomach. Lucien was reading a magazine that he had splayed on his pillow. The box that Mundy had brought was on his night table.

“Alright, c’mere, you pretty thing…” Mundy lay on top of his lover, kissing his back and his shoulders.

“You are out of the shower already?”

“Yup, want me to go abck in there?” The Aussie chuckled.

“Non, of course not.”

“C’mere then.” Mundy had him roll to face himand started kissing him with an open mouth. He wasted no time to add the French to the kiss and that told Lucien just how eager the otherwise patient marksman was.

Lucien melted between the licks and the bites along his ears, his neck and his chest. In no time, both were breathing heavily and exchanging moans.

“Gosh, you feel so good…”

“Oh - and you are decidedly fast tonight.” Lucien opened his eyes when he felt Mundy fist lazily stroking both of their masculinities against each other.

“Been wantin’ you all day long today - God, you’re hot…”

“So have I.” Lucien added and Mundy dived down to lock his lips with his lover, brushing his tongue over them before he hugged Lucien’s with it. It pulled a moan out of the Frenchman’s body and he arched his back, letting Mundy slide a hand behind his back fefor it slid down to knead his tender flesh.

“Alright, darl’...” Mundy whispered in Lucien’s ear. He grabbed the bottle on the night table and spread some of its content on his fingers. “C’mere, sweet thing…”

Lucien rolled on his side and Mundy lay on his side too, facing him and holding him close. His hand slithered down until he found his lover’s entrance.

“Gimme yer lips… Mmh, there we go…”

“Mmh?”

“Shh.. You’re doin’ good, don’t worry, darl’, I got you, it’s like always.”

Lucien hooked his leg over Mundy’s to give him better access and let his lover do the work. Mundy went slowly and carefully, keeping his lover’s lips and tongue busy while his fingers gently massaged Lucien open.

“There we go, it doesn’t hurt, does it?”

“N-non.”

“Don’t be so anxious, so far it’s business as usual.” Mundy added a few pecks on Lucien’s cheek and down in his neck.

“I know, I just… can’t help it, I apologise.” Lucein was holding on to his lover’s chest dearly.

“Ssh, don’t say nonsense.” Mundy whispered “You’re gonna love it, and if you don’t I’ll chuck it away and we can do somethin’ else, eh?”

“Merci… I think I am ready.”

“You sure?”

“Oui, thank you.”

Mundy pressed his lips against Lucien before he rolled on his side and grabbed the little plastic object. “Take it in your hand.”

“Shouldn’t it go in-?”

“I know, I know, but first, hold it in your hand.” Mundy insisted and Lucien obeyed. “now, here’s the remote. You press on the button.”

Lucien did as he was told.

“Ooh! That took me by surprise.” The Frenchman said as the toy started vibrating in the palm of his hand. “It feels like a tickle in my hand, and it is not too noisy.”

“See? it’s gentle and we’ll go gentle. If it’s too much, you tell me and we stop it, ok?”

“Oui.”

“Wanna put it in yourself?”

“Oui, please.”

“Alright, you do it and you start it all yourself.” Mundy gave Lucien the remote.

“Non, please.” He gave it back. “I want you to be in charge.” he raised lovestruck eyes to the Aussie, who answered with an equally soft smile.

“Alright, you tell me when you’re ready and I can start.”

Lucien nodded. He took a few seconds to make sure it was correctly inserted before he rolled on his stomach and lay there, on the bed, as if he was waiting for a back massage.

“I am ready.”

“You sure?”

“Oui, go ahead.”

“I’ll start with the slowest settin’.” Mundy pushed the button and a gentle buzz filled the room. “Here.” The Aussie started rubbing Lucien’s back as the Frenchman focused on his breath, with his eyes closed. “How’s it feel?”

“Not too bad so far.”

“Good, you tell me when you want me to stop.”

"Mundy?"

“Yeah?”

“Can you push it a notch faster please?” Lucien asked and Mundy’s eyebrows jumped.

“You sure?”

“Oui, please, I want to feel it harder.”

“Alright.”

The buzz went slightly louder and higher in pitch.

“Oh, mon Dieu…” Lucien pushed his thighs slightly more open and grabbed the pillow under his head.

“Everythin’ alright?”

“O-oui, I… Hah… I didn’t think it would… work this well…”

Mundy smiled as Lucien gritted his teeth and frowned.

“Turn on your back, darl’, show me how good you feel.”

Lucien obeyed and it took him a second to adjust to being on his back now, but as soon as he did, the toy in him was pressed on his sweet spot again and the Frenchman moaned.

“Ooh, look at you leakin’...” Mundy wiped the threed of obscene wetness at the end of Lucien’s more-than-pink extremity. “Can’t let it go to waste.”

“Wha-Mundy?!”

The Aussie went on his belly, between Lucien’s open thighs and started licking at his lover’s member.

“M-Mundy, please, be gentle, please…!” Lucien took two fistfuls of his lover’s hair and pulled on it to push him away. He moved his legs but each time it hit a different angle inside him, his thighs would shake.

“Aha, look who’s beggin’ now, eh? And the more you pull my hair the more I wanna keep goin’...!”

“P-please, hah… I-I can’t help it, it’s-it’s intense, Mundy, I-...”

“I got an idea, don’t come until I come back, I’ll just be a second.” Mundy moved away and Lucien focused on the delicious vibrations, his eyes closed and he frowned again. “Here we go.”

“M-Mundy, what are you-orh! I-I can't do anything… I…”

Mundy chuckled as he finished tying Lucien’s wrists above his head together with one of his ties, as teh Frenchman sometimes did to him.

“You close?”

“O-oui… I… I am…” Lucien panted and looked for his breath. “May I… Please? Please I am so close, I can’t even move my legs or I might…”

“On my signal, youcome, ok?”

“Please, Mundy…!” Lucien begged and Mundy took his member as far as he could. The Frenchman gasped at the feeling of warmth and soon, tightness and wetness. “Please! Mundy?”

The Aussie sucked just a bit harder and Lucien’s reacted against his will, sweat rolling down his forehead.

“Ah! I am sorry! Hah! M-Mundy, I am so sorry!” He pleaded as his hips jerked on their own and Mundy suckled. The sound of Lucien’s own voice and of Mundy’s sucking drowned him and soon, he could only whimper weakly.

“There we go…” Mundy left his lover’s masculinity with a loud enough pop for Lucien’s eardrum to slap. “Now, you relex, baby, shhh, I’m here…” He put a hand on Lucien’s chest and felt his heart racing. “You’re alright.”

“Hah, I apologise, Mundy, I…”

“You did everythin’ perfectly and ou came on my signal, taht’s all I asked you, darl’, you were perfect.”

“Ah-!”

The overstimulation got to the Frenchman soon and he started sliding his legs on the bed, helpless, his hands still above his head, maintained by one of Mundy’s hands.

“It’s alright, that’s normal, love, enjoy it.” Mundy whispered down his lover’s ear. “Just breathe, ok?”

“Oui, oui…” Lucien calmed down and soon, the feeling passed.

“Now, let me have a taste at you…” Mundy lay next to his lover and bent to his chest. He wrapped his lips around Lucien’s nipples and suckled gently. The Frenchman started moaning again, his masculinity giving the occasional twitch. “Mmmh, you taste so good…” Mundy played with the other nipple between his fingers. “There we go, baby, how d’you feel?”

“G-good, better.” Lucien’s eyes were shut out of tiredness now. His hair stuck to his forehead.

“Then, let me just do somethin’... There.”

“Oh! Mundy!”

The toy whirred a notch faster and Lucien’s hips jerked. Soon his masculinity stood back up again.

“Mundy… Orh… This feels amazing!”

The Aussie let go of his lover’s tied wrists and Lucien left them above his head. He started rolling his hips, twisting them a bit to the left, a bit to the right and yelping whenever the new angle surprised him.

“Told you you’d like it, you needy thing…” Mundy whispered before moving between Lucien’s legs, he parted them wider and licked at what the Frenchman offered below his throbbing end.

“Oh! Mundy!”

The Aussie took them in his mouth and sucked, pushed the soft and tender flesh with his tongue. He could hear the deafened buzz inside his lover through the loud moaning of the Frenchman.

"How's it feel now?"

"I… I don't know if I will… go till the end but this… it feels… heavenly…"

"Aw" Mundy moved to whisperin Lucien's ear. "You gorgeous, little thing, focus on the feelin' right inside you and I'm sure you'll do it a second time in a row, no doubt about it."

"H-help me… please help me try…" Lucien pleaded and Mundy put his hand on the Frenchman's member. He stroked it and pumped in rhythm with Lucien's hips rolling.

"If only you could see yourself… You're beautiful when you're like that, covered in sweat and moanin', you look like you're about to cry of pleasure…"

"Non… It is not pleasure…”

Mundy’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. He grabbed the remote and turned the toy off. The buzzing sharply stopped and the only sound left was that of Lucien still breathing heavily. He opened his eyes little by little.

“What is it? Why did you stop?” He asked, his vision still blurry.

“You just said you weren’t about to cry out of pleasure but out of somethin’ else!” Mundy answered. “Why didn’t you say earlier if it hurt? Turn on your belly, I’ll remove it for you. I’m sorry, Lu’, I never meant for it to hurt.”

“It didn’t.” Lucien frowned.

“Then what the hell d’you mean?”

Lucien sighed.

“I am… I am just… anxious.”

“About what?”

Lucien pushed himself to sit up and Mundy wrapped his arms around him.

“I do not wish to disappoint you.” He admitted, ashamed.

“How could you disappoint me? Love, I told you, if it doesn’t work, it’s fine, I don’t care, I just wanna try and give back as much as you’re givin’ me. You make me feel so happy and I love it when you take care of me multiple times in a row, I really do. I just wanna make you feel the same, or at least try. I won’t think any less of you if you don’t do it. And even if you do and you don't like it, screw it all, I’ll never do it again to you, ever.”

“Do you really mean what you are saying?” Lucien raised his eyes to his lover.

“Course, I do.” Mundy pulled him in a hug and Lucien buried his head in his lover’s chest. “Love you more than anythin’ else…”

Lucien closed his eyes and basked in the comfort he himself didn’t know he had needed.

“There’s plenty of things you don’t like, right? Like uh, my cheap coffee, my shampoo, my cologne or however you pronounce that, my van… Have I ever forced you to drink my coffee or wash your hair with my stuff? Nah, never, and I’d never force you to use that thing I brought if you don’t like it, it’s the same, darl’.”

“You are wrong.” Lucien answered and pulled himself out of the embrace to look his lover in the eye.

“What?”

“I have grown to enjoy your bitter coffee, the smell of your shampoo and the narrowness of your van, because they are all parts of you and I would not suffer to live without any of them.”

Mundy smiled.

“You’re the best and sexiest liar I’ve ever met.” He answered.

“And I am so good at it that even when I am being sincere, you think it is still a lie.” Lucien answered.

“Nah, I’m just messin’ with ya.” Mundy pulled Lucien’s face to him and kissed both of his cheeks, one after the other. “I know you’re tellin’ the truth.”

“How so?”

“You got the eyes.”

“What eyes?” Lucien asked.

“The ‘I love you’ eyes.” Mundy answered. “The eyes that I’ve neer seen you look at anyone else with except me.” He grinned sweetly, stroking both of Lucien’s cheeks with his rough thumbs.

“I am sorry for my awkwardness.”

“Don’t be silly. You did nothin’ wrong, I get it, you’re nervous. Tell you what, if you want, we can start it again and I'll help ya. Or if you’re tired, we can stop here. what would you prefer?”

Lucien looked up at his lover and offered him his lips, which Mundy gladly took.

“Please take me again...”

“Course, sweetheart, anythin’ for you…” Mundy pushed Lucien to lie down with his kiss and without saying anything, he pressed the button on the remote a couple of times. Lucien closed his eyes and hissed. “Shhh, you’re fine, you’re fine, I’m here… Now, let me help, yeah?”

“Orh… Mundy, please, be gentle…”

“As gentle as you’re needy.” Mundy smiled and saw Lucien’s lips purse in an equally sweet smile even though his eyes were closed. “There we go, beautiful smile.” He lay again between Lucien’s open legs and savoured his lover’s sensitive bits while his hand stroked up and down. The wetness helped Mundy’s hand to slide more fluidly and soon the Frenchman rocked his hips in rhythm. His mouth fell open and he moaned out loud again, rales of lust, of a pleasure he ignored. Mundy moaned too, the vibrations of his voice helping.

“M-Mundy, I am so close but I-I can’t, I really cannot, Mundy, help me, arh…!”

Mundy raised his head and his lips let go of Lucein’s masculinity.

“Alright, here comes.” The Aussie sat on his lover’s pelvis and took him in.

“N-non, this does not… help… Ah! Please, Mundy, I am so close, I want to do it!”

That’s when Mundy noticed Lucien had been drooling.

“I need… something… in my mouth, please…”

“Alright, darl’, open up…” Mundy shifted and this time he was on his knees, straddling Lucien’s head. He guided his own member and as soon as Lucien’s lips made contact with it, the Frenchman raised his head off the bed and took as much as he could of it. Mundy gasped loudly and lowered his body more, to give Lucein what he needed. “gosh, you’re so needy, arh, y-eah, take it, baby, take it all you want…”

Mundy kept on wiping Lucien’s hair off of his face while the Frenchman was licking and sucking the Aussie’s masculinity with abandon. The wet noises slashed in the constant deafened buzz. Yet, Lucien wanted still more, he moaned pleadingly and Mundy lowered himself further, all the way to the hilt.

“That what you’ve been wantin…? Gosh, you’re a sight…” Mundy held Lucien’s head between his hands and Lucein weakly bobbed his head. Mundy understood and still holding his lover’s head, he let him lay it on the bed while he did the work with his hips. “Want it deep? Take it then, there we go…”

Lucien couldn’t moan anymore and he opened his eyes barely enough for Mundy to see that they were rolled up in pleasure.

“God, you’re gorgeous… Orh, and you’re suckin’ it, still, eh? Y’know what you deserve? Yeah, you do, I’m gonna give it to you, darl’, give it to you soon.”

“Mmmh…” Lucien thanked him. But Mundy noticed his slight frown.

“You’re sweatin’ an ocean and I can feel you spasmin’, you must be so close, aren’t you?”

“Mmh…!” Lucien agreed and the Aussie chuckled.

“Keep on suckin’, want it a bit deeper? I removed it so you can breathe a bit.”

Lucien raised his head and Mundy pushed his hips back to the hilt.The Frenchman rolled his eyes up in bliss again and Mundy pushed the button on the remote.

“Mmh! Mmmh! Hmmh!”

“I think I’m gonna come too, baby, you go ahead, let it come to you, don’t hold it back, come darl’, come!”

“Mmmmmh!”

“Aaargh!”

Both reached their peak, one down his lover’s throat and the other crying of pleasure. He could not believe it and his brain could not process it. He let the pleasure wash him inside out as he moaned, Mundy’s member deep inside him, he felt the heat, the weight of it, as well as the spasms. He missed the taste of his release as it went a bit too far for his mouth to take it. Lucien whined and cried.

“You did it! You did it, love, I told you!” Mundy gently withdrew and lay on his lover, kissing him with an open mouth. “See…? Mmmh… I told you, I told you you’d feel so bloody good, I told you you’d like it… I’m so happy for you, I’m so proud, c’mere…!” He hugged him dearly and kissed, relentlessly, again and again; for so long in fact that Lucien’s tired body gave up on kissing back.

“M-Mundy…? Hah, please? Please Mundy…”

“Yeah, yeah, of course, what is it, tell me.” Mundy wiped his lover’s tears off of his face and Lucien arched his eyebrows.

“More, please, the remote…”

“Sure thing, sweetheart.” Mundy pushed it up a notch higher and Lucien’s thighs and legs started spasming. “You’re here with me, nothin’s gonna get to you, love, I’m holdin’ you tight, if you wanna give me one more, you give it to me. I love you and you’re doin’ amazin’, you hear me? Amazin’, I’m telling you. Now, you breathe and let it come to you.”

“Mundy?” Lucien sniffled.

“It’s normal, it’s fine, if you wanna cry again, do it, go ahead, love, I’m so happy..”

“Mundy…?” Lucien curled up against his lover’s chest.

“Yeah, love, I’m right here and I’m squeezin’ you against me. Here, let me just-”

“Ah!”

“Yeah, I’ll help it out of you, yeah? Is that alright?” Mundy’s hand found Lucien’s fatigued masculinity and the Frenchman couldn’t but hold his breath and burst out in gasps.

“Oui, please… I’m so close, how…? How can this…? Arh, please, help me… Oui, like this, oui, oui…!”

Mundy stroked faster and quickly understood that Lucien’s hips were burnt out, he couldn’t roll them anymore, so the Aussie doubled his efforts.

“Oh….? Oh, Mundy…?” Lucien asked breathily.

“Yeah? It’s comin’? It’s comin’, isn’t it? You got it, love, get it out of you, get it out, baby…” Mundy coaxed his lover while Lucien dug his nails deeper and deeper in his lover’s chest, he curled up more, his abs contracting furiously in an attempt to push that wave of bliss out of his system. Lucien gritted his teeth until-

“MUNDY!”

He burst out sobbing, his body contracting erratically but barely anything splattered on his lover’s hand. Mundy stopped the toy from the remote but Lucien’s body continued to spasm past that for a few minutes. He was catching his breath heavily, his system was out.

Mundy sat up and untied his lover’s wrists. He then turned him on his side to remove the toy before he slid one arm below Lucien’s shoulders and the other under his knees.

“C’mere…” Mundy lifted him off of the bed and carried him to the bathroom. “We both need a good wash and hot water…”

#tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #sniperspy #spice

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fandomscombine · 4 years ago

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Heartbroken Wingwoman

BG: You were hoping that your best friend, Cedric to ask you to the Yule Ball. Instead you were roped into helping him ask Cho out. It broke your heart, but at least this way while helping him out you could pretend that he was doing all the sweet things to you. On the other side of the picture, Harry was too heartbroken upon learning that Cho is going out with Cedric.

Angst. Cedric Diggory x Reader, Harry Potter x Reader (Platonic) [Or maybe more, if anyone is interested for a part 2]

WC:1383

a/n: We weren’t given names of Cedric’s friends so let’s pretend that one of them is called Lucas okay? Good!

I wanted to get all the angst fics out of the way before I post fluff pieces for the holidays.

Plus it is my first Cedric fic so feedback is really appreciated.

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>>JOIN MY WRITING CHALLENGE!<<

Seeing him pursue another girl hurt.

Let alone helping him pursue said girl.

That’s right you are helping your best friend ask out one of the most popular girls in Hogwarts, Cho Chang.

You didn’t want to be in this situation. (Who in their right mind would?) But if it means spending more time with him, you would again and again.

Cause who would fall for their childhood best friend who already have pictures and memories of each other in their diapers. (Oh right you would!) Sure, this situation you got yourself isn’t ideal. You had seriously thought it was you Cedric was referring to, but alas it was not.

At least in this way, when coming up with romantic ideas to woo Cho, you would pretend that he was doing them to you.

You were once again silently scolding yourself for going through this agreement. Sighing, you leaned back against the tree truck, pleading for the voice inside your head to shut up.

Peace and quiet only lasted for a moment. A thump had cut through your relaxation and the next think you knew, a weight could be felt in your lap.

Opening your eyes, ready to unleash your irritation on whoever disturbed you. ‘WHO THE FUCK DARES-‘ Oh boy, here we go again. The very problem you were trying to forget was now laying face up, directing his brilliant award-winning smile at you- everything seem to melt away, you could spend forever just having him stare back at you lovingly and that wouldn’t be even enough. Stupid Cedric Diggory and his ability to make you forget about everything.

Cedric was saying something, but whatever that may be, sounds like cotton. If was as if the rest of the world is in a distorted underwater chamber when you were gazing into his eyes ‘shesaidyes,y/n! Cho-‘

And just like that with one word, the spell is broken. You were cut off your dreamlike state, sent back into the painful reality.

‘hmmm? Sorry what?’

‘I said.’ Cedric rolled his eyes. But even your inattentiveness, did not put him off his cheery mood. In fact, Cedric was more than happy to say the words out loud again. ‘Cho said yes!! She’s gonna be my date to the Yule ball!’

‘That’s… great ced…. really great..’ You tried to mask your pain. Unfortunately, the deliver was no great and you’ve only manged to pull yourself together to give a crooked smile.

‘Wait there’s more!! We’re officially together!’ Fortunately, Cedric was too busy being head over heels for Cho, had failed to notice your odd reactions.

‘Seriously y/n you’re a life saver!’ Cedric kissed your cheek. ‘With all this love advice, I can’t believe how in the whole are you still single?!’ He was baffled by this conundrum. ‘You sure you don’t fancy anyone?’

‘Oh believe me he doesn’t see me that way.’

‘Well his lost then, to not see such a wonderful beautiful woman.’

How this boy ruins you, without realising that his efforts to cheer you up is bringing up down.

‘Oh and by the way, how you got someone to take you to the dance?’

‘No why?’ You run your fingers through the grass, praying that he would get the hint that a date to the yule ball is the last thing on your mind.

‘Perhaps I could set you up with someone, you know as to pay you back for all you’ve down for me.’ Cedric adjusted his seating so that now you were shoulder to shoulder. ‘I bet by now you’re tired to be pretending to be interested in me just so I could practice asking Cho out! Oh I know I’ll ask Lu—'

Immediately your hand covers his mouth. ‘NO!!! No!!! I would rather go alone or with a group of friends

Taking your hand away he asks ‘What why? Why what’s wrong with Lucas?’

You sighed. ‘He’s a really sweet guy Ced, but he’s just not my type—A FACT I told me like a billion times already, yet he still tries.’ Poking at his shoulder to further drive the point home.

Arms up in surrender, Cedric concedes. ‘This guy you like, must really got your heart then does he?’

‘Yeahh..’ Gosh how this by be the kindest and caring human being ever yet fails to see that he is hurting his best friend. ‘Anyway, I have to go…I’m gonna be late for Divination!’ Gathering your things, you ran as fast as you can before tears fall from your face.

Leaving behind a boy not only an oblivious state but also in a confused one mumbling to himself. ‘But you don’t take Divination.’

In your haste to escape what would have been embarrassing scene with Cedric, you hadn’t released that you were headed towards some in maximum velocity.

Coincidentally, that said person also had their mind elsewhere and hadn’t been looking at where they were going.

Resulting in both of you to fall over.

‘Owww!’ You clutch your forehead, already feeling a bump forming. Though as you left go, you were surprised to see your palm bloody. ‘fuc--’

‘OH MY GOSH Y/N!!!’ The string of swear words about to leave your mouth was cut off by the one and only Harry Potter. ‘I AM SO SORRY!!!! HERE LET ME FIX IT…’

Dropping his broom aside, he directed his wand at you. ‘Episkey’ You could feel the healing spell doing its work, the warm sensation no doubt be the cut on your head closing.

‘There you go! Good as new!’ Harry exclaimed, wiping away the blood off your forehead. He noticed your tear stains, but he thought that it was caused by the collision and bit by having your heartbroken. Nevertheless, he tried to lighten the mood by joking. ‘No need to worry about a scar.’

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. Did this boy really make a reference to himself?

Harry held out his hand to pull you up. ‘Thanks... for the patch up, though it is your fault. You did hit me with your broom.’

‘Yeah sorry about that….again.’

‘Why do you even have your broom with you? Isn’t Quidditch cancelled this year because of the Triwizard Tournament?’

‘well yea, but I thought I take it out for a ride to clear my head.’ He replied truthfully.

‘The tasks getting you in a snag then?’ You gotta hand it to him to still be working on figuring out what the second task is even Cedric had stopped. Everyone’s focused on the topic of dates or so you thought.

‘Dates actually.’

‘Dates?’

‘Yea… Don’t make fun of me but I haven’t gotten a date yet. Well you see I did went and asked Cho but turns out she’s going with-‘

‘Cedric.’

‘-Cedric yea.. How’d you know?’

Seeing that he had confessed about being rejected by Cho, you thought it was only fair to tell him your truth too.

‘I kinda was hoping he’d asked me really, but what ended up happening was me helping him ask her out.’

‘wow…..that’s gotta hurt y/n…..sorry!! That was insentive.’

‘Nah it’s fine, I’m getting used to rejection anyway.’

As you rounded the corner, out of his sight. Harry had came up with a brilliant idea.

‘Y/n! Y/n wait up!’

When he reached you, he through caution in the wind- what more can he lose? This close to the yule ball, almost everyone is paired up. Harry would rather go with someone he knew and was comfortable with, then some stranger just to satisfy the requirement of each champion needing a date.

‘I just had an idea, you don’t have to agree but since every champion requires a date.’

Your brows arch at the statement.

‘yes I know, it’s compulsory. I swear. But I just thought being that both the people we wanted to go with are each other’s dates, I was wondering that maybe…why don’t we go together…. To the yule ball…Be each other’s dates to the yule ball?’

‘hmmmmm.’ You weighed out his proposition. ‘yea..yea! Why should we let a good party go to waste just because of them?!?’

‘Brilliant!’ Harry was smiling, Proud that for once in the past 3 weeks, he didn’t choke while asking a girl out. ‘I’ll pick you up at 7pm outside the y/h/h common room.’

If the reception for this is well, I might do a part 2. tbh currenty I have 3 possibe endings, but still can’t choose wish. so comment which you’d like to see!

Can be with multiple ending.

1. You/cedric, Cho/harry

2. You/harry, Cho/cedric

3. Cho/cedric. More Angst, remains platonic, you/harry both heartbroken.

Taglist [All/General]: @gruffle1

#cedric diggory x reader #cedric diggory #cedric diggory imagine #harry potter #harry potter x reader #harry potter imagine #cho chang #fandomscombine writes #cedric diggory angst #cedric diggory imagines

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sheadre · 4 years ago

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Maybe Tonight (Wang Yibo x Reader) One-shot

A/N: Hello, dear readers! This is the little snippet I made into a small one-shot from the long one from before. I hope you’ll enjoy! Have a nice day!

Promotion was going smoothly and this was the last day of it. Everyone was already planning their next projects, Xuan Lu already left because of another drama she was playing the main role in. The cast convinced you and Yibo to go and enjoy the local festival. However, the second you arrived they scattered around and the two of you were left alone. You weren’t nervous around him anymore and you were happy that he considered you a good friend.

The lampions were lighting up the night and the warmth coming from the vendors’ machines where food was served warmed you up a little as you walked along the stands. You looked around excitedly and pointed at one of the games with sparkling eyes.

“Do you want to try that out? It looks fun!” you grinned at Yibo who gave you a half-smile and motioned for you to go ahead. He’s been quiet when he wasn’t talking about his projects or interests but you got used to it and didn’t read much into it like you did before. You challenged him in the games and failed almost at everything however, the bright smile he was giving you when you were pouting in defeat was worth it.

Then your eyes spotted a haunted house like attraction. You were curious because at festivals it wasn’t a thing especially because in China Halloween wasn’t celebrated.

“What are you looking at?” Yibo asked curious when he noticed your attention pointed at something to the side. His plump lips parted and his eyes were wide.

“There’s a haunted house like thing… I’m curious because it’s strange to have one at a festival” you shrugged. “Let’s check it out.”

“I… I don’t really like scary rides” he replied quietly. You chuckled at how much he was resembling a small child with the way he was standing there, his shoulders hunched down and a pout on his lips.

“I will be there, beside, I bet we will laugh at the horribly made puppets” you laughed as you imagined half-assedly made sock-puppets jumping out of walls. You extended a hand towards Yibo opening and closing your fist quickly as if encouraging him to hold it. You were half-expecting him to decline and tell you to go alone when his slender fingers made contact with your palm and latching onto your fingers tightly.

You quickly led him to the haunted house and asked for two tickets from the lady standing behind the ticket booth. The lady secured the two of you into the car and told you that it will only last for twenty minutes. Meanwhile, you felt Yibo’s grip on your hand – which he was holding throughout the whole process – tighten as the car rolled towards the entrance. There was recorded sounds coming from awful speakers which could be easily seen even in the dimly lit tunnel, puppets – which were made from the lowest budget materials – jumping out from the sides at the wrong time and the yeti was waving at you at the end instead of doing anything scary.

However, you were more preoccupied with Yibo, who was at first holding onto your arm and when the puppet with the googly eyes jumped out from behind the Styrofoam stone he almost jumped out of the car before wounding his arms around your torso and burying his face in the crook of your neck. You tried to soothe him and you betted the yeti was only waving at you because he felt bad for Yibo.

“It’s over, it’s over, okay?” you whispered to him and brushed his stray strands of hair away from his forehead. Gosh, his hair was so soft and silky and just brushing his skin was sending shivers down your spine. The tension has been building between you ever since the shooting of the drama. You wished that there could be anything more but then you quickly scolded yourself for dreaming about something like that. You would never stand a chance against any of the other actresses and singers. Yibo would never see you more than just a friend and you shouldn’t think more of it either. “We’re out, it’s over, Yibo. Everything’s gonna be fine.”

“Really?” he opened one of his eyes and looked around to see the familiar warm lights of the lampions. He sighed but didn’t let you go and buried his face in your neck again. “You’re mean…”

“Wha-What?” you gasped but a smile was already playing on your lips. “How so?”

“You said it’s gonna be fun but it was so scary!” he whined with pouty lips. “You have to make it up to me… dragging me into this nightmare!”

“And what exactly do you want me to do?” you asked trying to keep your laugh from escaping.

“Win the tiger for me” Yibo pointed at the stand across from you where people were playing some game. You couldn’t stop yourself from laughing before you got out of the car and pulled him with you. Maybe for one night, you will enjoy being so close to him. Maybe for one night, you could have your dreams come true. Maybe for one night, you don’t have to pretend or restrain yourself and laugh along with him genuinely.

#romance #haunted house #festival #wang yibo #王一博wangyibo #王一博uniq #reader #reader-insert #fanfiction

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