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loveandmurders · 9 months ago

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The Sun of Ambrose II (Sinclair daughter!reader)

Hello everyone, this is the second part of a new Sinclair!daughter AU in which the reader is Bo's daughter and she has been taken away and adopted by a new family.

This is the direct continuation of this.

Hope you'll enjoy! <3

Warnings : No proof reading, angst, mentions of a boy groping, touching and wanting to rape reader, killer!reader, violence, blood, anger, manipulation.

Your grandfather and grandmother were killers.

Your father and uncles were killers.

Even if you didn’t know about all of this yet, it was written in your blood, in your DNA. You were born to be a killer too. You were born with this rage and with this skill. You were born to be something else than just normal.

You weren’t a lost little girl anymore.

You were 16.

You were doing your best to have the life your adoptive parents wanted you to have; you were good at school, you had friends, you were going out to parties. You were mute so things could sometimes be a bit difficult, but you were enjoying watching people in silence. You knew everyone’s secrets and dramas. You knew people’s weaknesses and desires.

So you knew when John came to greet you one morning, he didn’t have good intentions towards you.

“Hello sweetheart. It’s been a little while since I've noticed you. We’re in the same maths class by the way. You remember me?” he said and you nodded to let him know you did remember him. He brightly smiled “Awesome. So, my friends are organising a party on Friday night and I’d love you to come with me” he offered.

You licked your lips and leaned into your seat, wondering what to do. He was towering over you and everything in his gestures showed he was acting like a predator. He probably thought that since you were mute, you would be a very easy prey.

You weren’t too happy to put yourself into danger, but at the same time you were bored out of your mind and your parents would be happy if you would go out with a boy. It would be another proof that you were settling in your life and that everything was going alright. And as long as you were wearing your sun necklace, you weren’t afraid for yourself.

You finally nodded again and his smile turned into a smirk.

“Brillant, girl. See you on Friday’s night. I’ll come get you at your place” he said before leaving.

He really wasn’t interested in you in a good way.

You neither.

Your mother was really excited for you so she helped you get ready for what she was calling a “date”. You dolled up like you were supposed to before leaving the house without feeling anything. Your parents reminded you to be careful.

Little did they know that at the instant you got into John’s car, he placed his hand on your thigh and groped you. You softly pushed him and gestured for him to drive to the party, which he finally did.

You were annoyed.

Once at the party, he quickly greeted the people he knew, keeping you by his side like you keep a pet. You hated it. You started to get angry. It was a quiet anger you knew a little too well. You did everything to keep it manageable inside your heart. You couldn’t have a crisis here, in front of those people you were going to school with. You didn’t want your parents to get you to the doctors again.

You kept a smile on your face, even when he rushed you upstairs and found the closest empty bedroom he could. He hushed you inside, before locking the door behind you two.

“Ah finally alone, baby” he mused

You knew what his intentions toward you were but you weren’t afraid, you were oddly calm as you watched his every move. The fact that someone would want to hurt you and use you was making you burn with anger now. You had never felt so full of rage, and yet it was the cold madness of a killer that was taking possession of you. You knew what was going to happen, but you also knew you weren’t the prey.

Your father and uncles started to teach you how to take care of yourself, how to kill, even if they never said it was for killing. It was always to protect yourself from “the bad people of this hostile world”. You had continued to learn how to fight without your parents knowing.

And even if you had never shed blood before, you were ready. The rage was too strong to make it stay inside of you. You smiled as the boy came closer to you, clearly not realising he was the mouse, and not the cat. He touched you and you let him do it, at first.

“I knew you were going to be a good girl” he murmured to you and you hummed in answer. You gently grabbed him by the hair before your grip tightened and without a warning shot you moved to the side and brutally led his head against the wall. You hit him hard and he got disoriented. You continued to hit him over and over again.

You killed him.

You killed him violently. And you felt good, oh so good. For the first time in years, the anger quieted down and you felt like you could finally breathe.

You cleaned up the crime scene, your bloody hands and face, and his body before leaving it where it was. Your black dress was hiding the blood stains littering it but you knew you would need to burn it down once you would be back home. You went downstairs to dance with the others, as if nothing had happened.

The body was found only when everyone thought it was time to go to sleep.

Of course the police interrogated you, but they couldn’t believe that such an innocent looking girl, who went through so much in her life already and was hence very soft, could have killed someone with such hatred. Your parents were so relieved nothing happened to you, not realising you were the danger.

No one even found out who killed John.

And you found this very exciting.

So you continued to kill.

You realised you were very good at it, as if it was a gift running through your veins. Whenever you felt anger, you left your house at night for a “little walk”. You would easily find a new prey; anyone was good enough for it. It was also why the police couldn’t find you: there was no link between your victims, not even their profile. You killed for the sake of it, for the well being it finally gave you. You were known as the “serial killer of the shadows”. Your parents always worried when you were wandering around at night, not realising you were the danger prowling around the city.

Killing wasn’t the only joy in your life, even if it was getting a big part of it. Around the same time you murdered John, you asked your parents to take up art classes. You wanted to do sculptures, to build things with your hands. You enjoyed doing pottery a lot. It was appeasing you because you could just focus on your hands and on your art. You were very good at it, mostly because you watched Vincent making art a lot so his gestures were written inside your brain.

You started to work on wax as well. You asked your parents to buy you the materials and they agreed. They were happy you were expressing yourself through art. It was certain you were doing better now. They had no idea that you simply still wanted to be Sinclairs’ heir. You wanted to find them again one day, and to prove to them that you were the only daughter they needed. You wanted to come back home more than anything. You knew your "real" father would understand your anger. You weren’t too sure if he and your uncles were killing the tourists, but you were certain they wouldn’t judge you for your night activities. You would be free in Ambrose… You just needed to find your way back to it.

And one day, it happened.

“So, Y/N, where would you like to go during the holidays this summer?” your adoptive father asked you as you were all having dinner in the living room. You had meant to talk to them about your biological family for a quite a while now and it felt like the perfect moment.

“I want to go in the South of the country” you replied and your parents were surprised you seemed so determined about it

“Why there?” you mother hummed

“Because I come from there… I want to find where I come from. I want to find what happened to my mother… I mean I want to know if she was right about my father”, you explained

“I’m not certain this is a good idea, hon” your mother instantly replied and you pouted, disappointed but ready to fight for it

“Why not?”

“We… We haven’t told you about all the stories we heard about your family. Your mother had the time to say quite a lot about them and the fact you weren’t even officially existing for the State is proving a lot. You were a child so you probably don’t remember or didn’t understand what was going on…” she babbled

“What you mother means is that they are dangerous people and we can’t just go find him” your father added

“This is unfair. I need to know my past. If you were at my place, wouldn’t you want to know the truth?”

The discussion stopped there for the moment but a few days later, your parents offered you a deal. The plan was you would all go to the South of the country for some holidays. You would try to find the region where you came from, but you wouldn’t try to find your father. You agreed.

The problem was you didn’t know exactly where Ambrose was, but you had found your uncle Lester’s town on a map. At least you thought you remembered it was. Your mother and you found somewhere nice with a cute little hotel around the area you wanted. You hope to find your way back home… and to find your family again. You had changed quite a lot and you weren’t too sure your family would recognise you. However, you were still wearing your sun necklace.

You thought the day of the trip would never come, as you were so excited about it. You could feel in your bones that you were finally coming back home, so many years after having left it. Your parents were a little bit on edge, but they loved you too much to cancel the holidays. Your mother had a very bad feeling about all of it.

However, once on the roads, you couldn’t help but panic when the car went by on the dusty roads without going by the advertisements for the House of Wax. You remembered them by heart as you saw them quite a lot when you were in Lester’s truck. You worried you would come by close to Ambrose but not close enough. You worried you wouldn’t find your family. You worried everything was lost forever. Your adoptive parents noticed how you looked around and they asked you if you were alright.

“I come from here” you admitted to them as you signed. They exchanged a very concerned look at those words.

“Are you sure? You recognised this place? Your mother asked you in a soothing manner

“Not really, but the roads were the same when I was a child. It’s not here, but it must be in this area. My family is so close by now” you replied

“Hon… We are your family” your mother frowned

“You know what I mean… I want to see them, I want to see my dad again” you shyly signed, knowing your adoptive parents wouldn’t be happy about it. They did exchange another look, full of concern.

“We already talked about it… We want you to be safe and… your biological father didn’t seem like a good person. We don’t want you to meet up with him… and certainly not like that” your mother continued as your father stopped the car and parked.

“You don’t know him, we don’t know if my mother said the truth. He never hurt me when I was a child” you said

“You didn't know him either. What your mother did…” she trailed off

“But now we’re here, we can have a look around” your father offered to your mother’s dismay.

They argued in whispers until you left the car.

You recognised the violent heat of the sun hitting you, you recognised how silent the road was, you recognised how easy it was to get lost and in need of help here. You had to be close to Ambrose, you could feel it in your heart.

“Let's get back in the car, honey. We’ll go to the hotel we booked and we’ll talk some more about all of this. It’s understandable you want to find your father, even just out of curiosity… But you cannot just come over like that. You don’t know how he would react, what he became after you left… We need to respect a process” your mother rationalised and you were forced to agree with her.

A little voice inside your head wondered what would happen if your family didn’t recognise you? Would they kill you like they probably got rid of the tourists during your childhood?

And yet, you prayed for the car to stop working or for Lester’s truck to appear on the road. Unfortunately, you safely travelled to the hotel. You all ate at a restaurant before deciding to go to sleep and to talk about everything the day after. Your parents thought it was better to rest and have a good night sleep before doing anything. They might hope you would calm down as well.

You didn’t. You talked about finding your dad right at breakfast.

“I could find my father” you said

“It has been said that you didn’t know where you came from exactly and that you didn’t even know your father’s name.” your mother said “Did you lie about all of this? Did you try to protect him somehow?” she continued and you hated to be trapped in your own lie

“I didn’t know back then. But when I saw the roads, I remembered” you replied

“Makes sense,” your father nodded and gently smiled at you.

“I don’t like this,” your mother whined. She had always been very protective of you and she felt something was off.

“Look, darling, we’re going to find a solution for everyone to be happy.” your father continued to smile “The two of you are going to have a nice day out together and I’m going to look for your biological father. If you can just show me on the maps where he used to live… And if I can find him, I’ll talk with him and make sure he is good enough to meet with you. How does it sound?” he offered

“It’s rushed! He was a violent man, how do you know he won’t hurt you, hurt her?” your mother continued

“If you don’t have news after an hour, you’ll call the police. Y/N needs to realise who her father is to move on in her life. That’s normal. Everyone needs to know and understand where they come from. And even if it’s rushed, even if it doesn’t sound like a good plan, she needs it now. We have to try.” your father replied.

“This is too risky. We can ask for the administration to help us with this… Especially if he is a bad man. It’s indeed important but we need to take our time.” your mother argued back so you started to cry.

It was always your most efficient weapon.

It was settled then.

Your adoptive father would look for Bo Sinclair.

Part III

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7ndipity · 1 year ago

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Let Me Love You

Jungkook x Plus Size Reader

Summary: When your friend Jungkook confesses his feelings, you ghost him, despite your own feelings for him, fearing that the relationship will end in disaster. Can he convince you otherwise?

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: Angsty, mentions of anxiety and body insecurities, swearing, suggestive, only partially proofread

A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this! I wanted to post this last night, but I was super tired and fell asleep(I’m still sick lol). Also, part of this is based on a dream I had and couldn’t get out of my head, so sorry if it feels a little random.

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The noise and lights of the party had been almost overwhelming, even around the pool, where some of you had separated off, a few even deciding to brave the cold water to swim.

“Wanna take a dip?” He’d asked as you sat tucked off to the side together, letting your feet hang over the water, leaning in close to hear each other.

“I don’t have a suit.” You’d replied.

“You won’t hear me complaining.” He’d smirked, making you roll your eyes before quickly dropping your attention to the drink in your hand, trying to hide the growing heat in your cheeks.

Jungkook had always been a notorious flirt, especially when it came to you, never missing an opportunity to make some sly comment that would have your face burning, much to his amusement, though you doubted he realized the full effect his words had on you. You’d never shared your feelings for him or your long standing crush, knowing he wouldn’t be into a plus size person like you, and had just focused on maintaining your friendship instead.

“Well, I’m going in.” His voice pulled you out of your thoughts, glancing up just in time to see him yank his jacket off and slip in, allowing the water to come up over his head for a moment before resurfacing with a gasp, shaking his head at you like a dog.

“You’re insane.” You commented, laughing.

“You love it.” He said, catching hold of your arm to help pull him out of the water.

“You’re getting me wet!” You squealed, trying to skooch away from him, but he trailed after you, making you both laugh until you were stuck in the corner.

Jungkook’s laughter trailed off, expression suddenly turning serious as he looked up at you. “I wanna try something.” He said.

“What is it?” You asked warily.

Rather than answering, he braced his hands on either side of you, boosting himself up and pressing his mouth briefly to yours.

You froze, staring at him wide-eyed as he pulled away and sank back down.

“What was-?”

“I like you, y/n,” He said quickly. “I want to be with you.”

“I-I-” Your head felt like it was spinning as you stared at him, nearly nodding before reality suddenly began to seep back in, filling your veins like cement.

“I-I’m, I can’t, I’m sorry.” You were scrambling to your feet before you had fully gotten the words out, leaving him staring after you in confusion as you pushed your way through the crowd to escape.

That’d been three days ago, and since then, you hadn’t spoken more than a handful of words to him.

You knew dodging his calls and texts was far from a proper solution to your current predicament, but you couldn’t come up with any better ideas, mind still in absolute chaos at the sudden revelation.

Despite your efforts to push it away, memories of the night kept playing on loop in your head, the way he’d looked at you, the feel of his lips on yours.

You couldn’t believe it, the guy of your dreams told you he was into you, and you ran away. Brillant.

You shook your head, slowly dragging yourself out of bed and making your way to the kitchen in search of coffee.

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to be with him, you did, more than you cared to admit to even yourself, but in the back of your mind, there were those same nagging voices that had held you back from confessing in the first place. As a bigger person, you’d experienced more than your share of mistreatment and let downs connecting to your size, only further feeding into your insecurities that you weren’t good enough. And although Jungkook had never given you a reason to feel that way with him, you still couldn’t shake that deep seeded fear that, if you said yes to him, one day he would wake up and realize that his feelings had changed, that the attraction he thought was there wasn’t really, not in the way he originally believed, and you would end up losing one of the most important people in your life. You couldn’t handle that, you couldn’t afford to lose him, it would kill you.

You were shook out of your thoughts by an insistent knock on your front door.

“Who is it?” You called, cautiously making your way over, glancing at the clock and noting that it was only 7:30 in the morning.

“Y/n?” Your stomach dropped at the sound of Jungkook’s voice.

You briefly considered not answering, but you knew from previous experience that he would wait on the other side of that door for as long as necessary just to see you, having stayed with you through more than one meltdown in the past.

Taking a deep breath, you opened the door. “What do you want, Kookie?” You asked quietly, looking up at him. He looked almost as tired as you felt, faint shadows visible under his eyes.

“Can I talk to you for a minute, please?” He asked, keeping his voice soft, but you could see the tension in his eyes.

You nodded, not trusting your voice, stepping back to let him in.

He made his way to the living room out of habit, with you following behind, before finally turning to face you. You spotted your reflection in the mirror over his shoulder, showing you how small and nervous you looked, like a cornered animal.

“You’ve been avoiding me.” He said simply. It wasn’t a question, but there was clearly one attached to the statement.

“I was just giving some time.” You said lamely, wincing at the feeble excuse.

“Time for what?”

“To make up for my stupid mistake at the party.”

“You mean when you ran out?” He asked. “That was my fault, I shouldn’t have dumped everything on you so suddenly like that.”

“It’s more than that.” You said, fiddling with the hem of your shirt.

“What is it?” He studied you for a moment before asking quietly. “Do you… not like me that way?”

“No!” You said quickly. “I do, fuck I do, but that’s the problem.”

“You’ve lost me.” He said.

“Koo, it’s just-” You sighed, struggling with your words. “It just doesn't make any sense, we’re too… different”

“No, we aren’t,” He argued. “You’ve said it yourself, if anything, we're too alike.”

“I meant, because I’m…” Your words died off.

“Because you’re bigger?” He finished, understanding crossing his expression before shifting to sadness as he saw your eyes drop. He knew about your struggles with your self image, but he’d never thought they’d be an issue between the two of you. He was always trying to compliment you and let you know how amazing he thought you were.

“Y/n, you know I love you for you right?” He said gently.

“But what if that’s not enough?” You asked “What if you just think you want me? What if you get tired of not being able to do cute coupley things with me because I’m too heavy? What if-?”

Jungkook suddenly moved forward, causing you to backpedal until you were pinned between him and the wall.

“Look at me.” He breathed, staring down at you, completely serious. “There is no universe where I wouldn’t find you fucking gorgeous, you hear me? I have always, and will always love and want you, and nothing will ever change that. Even when we’re super old and gray and wrinkly, I will still be fucking awestruck by you.”

You let out a weak laugh at that, despite the tears gathering in your eyes.

“So, will you let me love you?” He asked, looking at you tenderly.

You nodded. “Yes.”

He smashed his mouth to yours, holding onto you for dear life as he tilted his head to the side, deepening the kiss as he traced the shape of your lips with his, causing you to let out a tiny whine.

Wanting to further prove his point, his hands slipped down to the back of your thighs, catching behind your knees and hoisting you up so you were held up by him. You let out a squeak of shock, wrapping your arms and legs around him for support.

“See?” He asked, grinning at you proudly. “Don’t you dare say that you're too heavy for me.”

“You’re insane.” You laughed, shaking your head at him.

“You love it.” He grinned, letting you pull him back in for another kiss.

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madthetruemad · 1 year ago

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Infinity

Yandere ! Gojo Satoru x Female ! Reader

Part 2 | my childhood friend

Warnings | Gojo is kind of clingy, y/n is shy and has a stutter (at first), grammatical errors, etc.

Notes | this fic will be using she/her pronouns for y/n. Also this is a reincarnation fic, so Gojo's name will not be "Satoru" in this part. And please let me know if you want to be in a taglist for this series !! ^-^

Summary | And I'd choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I'd find you and I'd choose you.

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year 1102 AD

GOJO SHIRO was at the tender age of twelve when he regained his past life's memories, and with a sudden burst of excitement he realized that he was indeed living a new life as a reincarnation of his former self. With such news, he immediately set off with such knowledge and past experiences. He knew things as such a young age that baffled many adults. Which was to no surprise to the young Gojo. Though, truthfully, he had no intention of revealing how he had such vast knowledge and instead would give the simple answer of "I like to study when I'm not training." Which was believable to most adults with in the Gojo clan because they would take notice how the young future head of the clan would wander straight towards the clan's sacred library.

Little did they know, however, was that he was actually researching the l/n clan and trying to see if y/n even existed in this time period. And, much to his dismay, he would find that after his first death the l/n clan would have fallen from grace. (Which was very much deserved, mind you.) But now he had no way of finding her, of find y/n, or knowing if was even born yet or even if she would have the last name l/n or the first name y/n.

Because look at Gojo.

Sure, he still has the six eyes. His powerful cursed techniques that he will be expected to hone as he ages. Yet he has a different first name. So the same could be expected of y/n if she got reincarnated as well. But he knew that once he saw her, he would know that it was her. Without a doubt. Mainly because he wholeheartedly believed that when one is reincarnated, their personality stays the same. Their soul never changes. I mean, the only thing about him that changed was his first name for goodness sake! So the same could easily be said about his y/n. Easily.

However ...

"Oh! How frustrating!"

It was still very frustrating.

He slammed the book shut and pushed it aside. His gaze settling onto the nearest wall.

It was clear to him that searching through books on whereabouts of the l/n clan were no longer going to work. If he wanted to find his cute little maid, then he was going to have to leave the Gojo Estate. Simple, right? So, that was exactly what he set out to do. And much to his surprise, no one really stopped him. Probably because he was already at such a high position within the clan as the next head and all.

And thats how he found himself wandering the streets. Many people bustled around him but didn't dare to step in his path for it was easily known as to who he was and how much power he had.

Well, that was until he felt a small tug on his sleeve.

Rolling his eyes, he couldn't believe someone had the audacity to bother him, especially considering how he was busy looking for y/n. Not that whoever was pulling at him to get his attention needed to know that.

"What."

Though the moment that the word left his mouth, his whole body froze up when he had turned to look at the person who was bothering him. His brillant blue eyes fixated on the slightly smaller girl before him.

She looked exactly the same as before.

"Uhm- i- i- I'm so sorry, Lord Gojo! But- but you- i-," she stuttered over her words like a fool. She shut her eyes as she tried to find the right words she wanted to say, "its just.. us kids were going to play a game and- and we were wondering if you want to play with us. We- we know you probably have better things to do.. but but we j- just .. just wanted to be friends since- since w-we saw you pass by and and we never see you out from the estate walls, so..."

She blabbered on. To anyone else, they may have tried to cut her off or shut her up. But to Gojo? He was on cloud nine. In his past life, he only got to see her when she was a teenager, and that was only for a year before her life was taken from him. But now? Now he has a chance to get to know her as a child. They can grow up together, learn about each other at the same pace without someone threatening them. It made a smile stretching across his lips.

"Sure," he said suddenly, "I'll come play with you all. But...only on one condition."

She brightened at first when he agreed to come play but instantly deflated at the condition. He wasn't going to ask for money was he?! Her dirt smudged face and tattered clothes were proof enough of her wealth. So, she really did hope he didn't ask for anything too grand.

"Mmhmm, want to hear the condition?"

She shakily nodded and he basked in her shyness and fear. He found it was really fun to tease her! And he planned on teasing her a lot in the near future.

Booping her on the nose with an index finger, he grinned, "well, its actually two conditions. But don't worry, its within your power to fulfill them easily."

Rubbing her nose, she silently urged him to continue.

"First, I want you to call me Shiro. No more of that lame Lord Gojo crap. And second .. what's your name? You want me to come play with you, but don't offer an introduction? Honestly, I'm hurt."

He faked a pout while laying a hand on his chest. His heart beating rapidly against his palm and he silently hoped she wasn't able to hear it.

She bowed suddenly, "r- right! I'm s- sorry Lord- uhm- I mean! I'm sorry Shiro!"

She straightened back up as a blush coated her (color) cheeks. Her hand shakily jutting out as her feet moved from side to side in a nervous manner.

"I'm y/n and- and I was wondering if you like to come and play with me and my friends.."

His heart did a backflip and he internally swooned. So cute!

He immediately snatched her hand into his own despite her hand being slightly dirty than his clean, pristine one.

"I would love to!"

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skvaderarts · 2 months ago

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I bet Viktor's birthday gets overshadowed during the holidays every year, so hear's a fic about a time that didn't happen. Happy Birthday, Viktor!

Seasonally Affected: AO3 Link

Summary: Word Count 5K

Upon returning to the lab after a few days off for the holidays, Jayce realizes that Viktor never left and missed the festivities. Horrified by this revelation, he resolves to give him a taste of the holiday he spent alone for the sake of progressing their shared dream of bringing Hextech to the masses. And there's only one way he knows how to do that: A birthday celebration he'll never forget.

Set later the same year that they met, I thought it would be fun to explore a time when they were still figuring everything out and developing some of the bad and good habits they would carry with them over the years. This is actually my first Arcane fic so hello Jayvik community!

Seasonally Affected

Note: A quick thank you to Moss (WickedCrescent) on Bluesky for giving me the inspiration for this. I didn’t think my first-ever Arcane fanfic would be a Christmas/birthday one-shot, but here we are! Sorry it’s arriving after the holiday. Happy birthday, Viktor!

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The roads that led to upper Piltover had glazed over days ago, ice and snow settling into the cobbled streets and blanketing every surface available with a sturdy coating of sparkling white. Everything was frosted over from the highest windows to the roofs at the lower edges of the district. A chill clung to the wind. Just cold enough to cause anyone who ventured outside to second guess their reasons for doing so, but not to stop them entirely.

Cold had been a touchy subject for Jayce for years now. Ever since that day in the snowy mountains with his mother, he’d quaked just that little bit harder in the face of winter’s grip. But, in that same breath, he acknowledged the formative effect that it had on his life. What it had nearly taken from him it had returned in different ways.

The chill of cold air made his skin tingle all the more, but it also reminded him of the day he’d witnessed magic with his very own eyes. The day he’d received a tantalizing glimpse into the Arcane. The day an unknown stranger possessing power and gifts too vast for his mind to comprehend had materialized from the storm itself and whisked his mother and him to safety. Not a single word had been exchanged between them, and yet, he’d given the young boy everything. The rune that he now wore around his wrist serving as his compass, his life’s motivation and calling, and more recently, someone he dared call a friend. And a friend who shared that same passion for the potential good their shared dream could do.

He wouldn’t complain about the cold. Not now. Not when it had brought such warmth into his life.

Slipping through the front door of the main building to the campus, he was greeted with an array of holiday decorations. Brillant silvers and blues, reds and golds adorned the walls, windows, and even the ceiling as banners draped down from above and helped contribute a festive flare to the already ornate building. He had to be one of the only people there, especially at such a late hour. They’d officially closed the place to the public over the holiday, so people would start to filter back in during the next day or so. It was open to faculty, but few were taking up the opportunity to work over the holidays.

Most people were at home with their friends and families, spending time with their loved ones. Opening gifts with their children and making treasured memories to look back on later. Something he’d just done himself, actually. But before he settled in for more holiday fun, there was something he needed to take care of. Something that had been bugging him ever since he’d left two days prior. He would grab a few things and then return home to run a few experiments in his downtime between the seasons' festivities. Nothing too illegal and certainly not dangerous. Then his mind could relax.

Maybe. Probably not.

The office they currently shared was temporary. Renovations were underway to provide something more… reinforced for some of their more delicate experiments. So in the meantime, they’d been focusing on medium-scale projects and prototypes and getting their ideas down on paper. Having a concrete base to work with. Something that sounded dull on paper but they both genuinely enjoyed it. The room might be small, but it worked, and that was all that mattered for their purposes.

That being said, the building had a nice view of the city and the bay. Of the Undercity. The place where his office mate hailed from. The place that drove him towards their shared dream of progress and helping the downtrodden. A place so inhospitable to outsiders that he’d stuck out like a sore thumb the one time he’d ventured down there. They’d needed materials from there since his last trip, but he’d been talked out of going himself. His partner insisted he go instead. That he knew the place better. And he believed him but he just…

He hoped they could do something to help sooner rather than later. If the little taste of the place he’d received during his singular trip below was any inkling of the general quality of life down there, then it was a land rife with a need for the benefits of Hextech.

Everything seemed to keep pulling him in a thousand different directions, so many of which seemed to be headed way from what they hoped to accomplish together. He felt more popular than ever these days. Ever since the Distinguished Innovators Competition a few months back, they’d been inundated with requests for meetings and offers for deals of various sorts with seemingly every person who was of even marginal importance in Piltover. Well, Jayce had been, to be more specific. He’d observed that the general public was as eager to recognize the existence of his newfound partner as said partner was about speaking publicly again. Jayce had barely kept it together, but at least he’d been able to speak…

For all his strengths, he’d found Viktor’s one weakness. Public speaking.

They’d gotten a few words out of him, but they’d had to turn up the microphone initially to be able to hear him. The sudden volume adjustment had startled him more, stunning him for a moment before he’d shaken off the nerves and finished his portion of the speech. He’d then handed the microphone back to Jayce with grace and proceeded to conceal his eternal screaming for the rest of the presentation, something he’d done an admirable job at. From a distance, at least.

Jayce hoped that he’d be able to help him with that in the coming year. He was just better at explaining certain things than he was, and his contributions wouldn’t be ignored. Not if he had anything to say about it. He might’ve come up with the concept of Hextech, but it wouldn’t exist without both of them. They were its parents in a sense. Jayce had been stumped for a while before Viktor had come along, and he’d cracked it so fast. Almost as though it were something they’d been destined to create together. Something they needed to bring to fruition with their combined passion for innovation and prosperity. A sense of responsibility for others so tangible that they could not deny it. They had the answers within their grasp. Now they only needed to work out the details.

Approaching the door Jayce unlocked it and pushed it open. It took his eyes a moment to adjust to the dim light as he stepped in and closed the door, but as soon as they did, the first thing he noticed was the chalkboard. It spanned the back wall on one side of the room. The side of the room that had ended up being Viktor’s.

It was full. Spiraling lines and complex diagrams. Algorithms and equations that would stump some of the greatest mathematicians of their time containing symbols both conventional and magical that would cause the average bystander to blank. Several sections were circled in different colors of chalk with lines denoting their importance. A few were linked together by rows of lines in an attempt to reconcile what importance they might have to the system as it stood as a whole. It was as intriguing to behold as it had to be time-consuming to work out.

It seemed that the same thing that had been keeping him up at night had been on Viktor’s mind, too.

Turning to face the built-in desk at the far side of the room, Jayce was greeted with a sight he half expected to see after being greeted by that chalkboard but still slightly hoped he wouldn’t. Viktor was slumped over the desk, still working something out and seemingly just out of it enough to have not noticed that he’d entered the room. Initially. He straightened up the instant that he started to make his way over to that side of the room, taking the arm he’d been sleeping on and using it to prop himself up before rubbing his face with both of his hands and then running them back through his hair, visibly trying to shake off his lack of sleep. He’d probably just dozed off not that long ago.

“Jayce. I didn’t notice you came in. Your holiday was pleasant, I presume?”

He certainly sounded like a man who’d been asleep at his desk, that was for certain. Slightly groggy but otherwise himself. Perhaps that was because he always seemed to be that way these days; costing on an insufficient amount of sleep. Wiling away the hours working on some new advancement. And it showed. The breakneck pace that Hextech was advancing at was something that no one person could ever hope to achieve alone. Not with any sense of realism. But together they’d made great progress. Jayce just couldn't hope but notice that a good portion of that progress came at the expense of his partner’s sleep. No matter how early he came in Viktor always beat him there. And he was starting to come to the sobering realization that was because he never went home.

Even over the holidays.

“It’s been great so far. You should swing by. I’m sure my mom would love to see you.” Jayce responded, not immediately leading into the elephant in the room. He would ask him about the equation later unless he went there first. But the offer was genuine, just like everything else about him. About both of them. He’d love to talk him into coming over and spending a little time away from it all, even if it was something they both loved so dearly. “You… haven’t been here the entire time, have you?”

He shrugged nonchalantly, adjusting his neck by tilting it from side to side. He blinked slowly, struggling to keep his eyes open. “There was so much to be done.”

It was the truth, plain and simple. And yet.

“It’s late. Maybe get some rest and come back tomorrow?” Jayce said with a pleasant air that disguised his growing concern for his friend’s lack of meaningful sleep. He leaned against the desk next to him, putting a supportive hand on his shoulder as he spoke just that little bit softer. “The deadline for the reports is still a while off. We have plenty of time. And I know that chair has to feel harder than the floor right about now.”

“It has for a while now, yes,” Viktor admitted, splitting his attention between trying to speak with him and trying to recall what he’d been working on before he’d dozed off. He wasn’t going to argue against that point. Sometimes it felt like he entered a sort of fugue state sometimes when he started crunching numbers. Time just stopped becoming a factor, even if he could feel the passage of time taking its toll nonetheless. He didn’t budge though. Didn’t move to stand. Didn’t even consider grabbing his cane and doing something about that. Continuing to play catch up with himself. On some subconscious level, they both knew he needed to walk away from this for a while and revisit it with a fresh mind, the the itch to keep going and ignore the consequences of pushing his upper limits was there. He was so close to figuring this out. Just a little more time…

Something occurred to Jayce at that moment. Dawning on him out of the blue as he realized he was losing the battle he’d barely started to get Viktor to just go home for a few hours and get some rest.

“Wait… Isn’t your birthday tomorrow? I remember prying that out of you a while back. Right after the holiday, right?”

Probably something else about him that was overshadowed by something bigger.

Viktor stopped writing and looked up, a mixture of confusion with a twinge of annoyance on his face. He seemed to wonder where the question had suddenly come from but didn’t say as much, instead focusing on his work again. “What day is it?”

Jayce gave him a strange look. Had he really been here so long that he’d forgotten the date? Did he even know what day of the week it was? How long had he been there before the winter recess had even begun? “Um, the 28th. For a few more hours, at least.”

“Oh. I didn’t realize that. I think I’ve been sitting here a little longer than I expected.” He ran his palms down his face again, inhaling deeply at the sensation his tired eyelids felt as he did so. They tingled, bordering on sore. “The formulation still needs so much work…”

“It looks fantastic so far. And you can tell me all about it. First thing tomorrow.”

Viktor sighed. He didn’t give him a yes or a no. Instead, he slowly pulled himself to his feet, grasping his cane as he let out a tired sigh. It wasn’t directed at Jayce. He genuinely just needed to sleep. Jayce was right about that. No matter how many times he stared at the blueprints he’d been working on they weren’t going to make more sense. He needed to reset. Then they could work on this together. Something to look forward to.

Little did Viktor know that Jayce wouldn’t actually be leaving. At least, not for long. Jayce had something in mind. He just needed him to leave first.

“Great, I’ll lock up behind you. What I came here for can wait a few more hours.” Jayce wasn’t a gifted liar by any means, but perhaps if he just remained calm that wouldn’t matter.

Nodding in agreement the pair headed to the door. Jayce waited for Viktor to grab his own coat, never having taken his own off before exiting the room and locking everything up behind them. They were probably the only ones here, and now the building would go quiet. Just for a little while.

Making their way down the floors that let out to the main street, Jayce resolved to walk Viktor home. He didn’t need to ask. It was just one of those things that his partner sometimes let him do. It wasn’t any hardship on his part. Viktor didn’t live far from the lab, and Jayce didn’t live far from him. On the same block, in fact. Call it convenience or happenstance, either explanation applied. And yet they never met up outside of office hours. Work-life balance was a fine art and they were both failing at it, it seemed.

They continued along together, chatting quietly more in an effort to stay awake than anything else. Although he was nowhere near the level of sleep-deprived that Viktor was, Jayce still had to admit to being a little tired himself. It had been a long but enjoyable day, and with what he had planned taken into consideration he got the impression that tomorrow would be another flavor of the same. He hoped.

It didn’t take them long to reach Viktor’s residence. Both of their personal residences resided within an area filled with lush green gardens and trees, the leaves of which were mostly gone save for a few evergreens. Typical of that region of Piltover, and yet so extravagant in comparison to some other parts of time if only for how established they were. How settled the whole place felt. It was quiet as the snow began to fall again, soon to cover their tracks. They needed to go their separate ways. The sun had already set and Jayce was running out of time.

“Goodnight, Jayce.” He’d beaten him to the punch this time around. Perhaps he was just too tired for a long goodbye. He hoped the walkover had drained him enough to make him go straight to bed and not sit up for another hour or two fiddling with something where he’d inevitably doze off in an uncomfortable position, but he’d done all he could for now. Viktor could take care of himself. He just hoped he chose to this time around instead of pushing himself too hard. A bad habit they both shared.

Goodnight, Viktor.” He didn’t know why they lingered there after saying their goodbyes, but they did. Even if only for a minute standing several yards apart at different elevations all together, Jayce on the street level and Viktor above him in a rare case of being taller than him. It was the front stoop doing all the legwork, but still. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had to look up at his shorter companion.

The tired man gave him a small, tired smile accompanied by a single wave before going through the door and closing it behind himself. It clicked behind him and then everything was silent again, save for a gust of wind through the trees that settled as soon as it started. Jayce stood there for a moment, contemplating his next move as he gripped his coat just a little tighter. He would walk to the end of the street, just in case. And then he would go from there.

His first stop as soon as he left Viktor’s potential line of sight was the markets. What few were still open would suffice. For what he had planned he didn’t need to be anything complicated-

Yes, it did.

Jayce wasn’t a man to do things by half measures, at least not intentionally. He liked to think so, anyway. And this was something it shouldn’t be hard to get right. At least on paper. He didn’t know how Viktor would react to being surprised since he’d never attempted to surprise him before, but he hoped he liked it. He really did.

As always, shopping for anything during the holidays took twice as long as he assumed it would, but the hardest part was getting everything back to the lab without his arms giving up the ghost. He resolved to make two trips; one for decorations and one to find something, anything to give him that he might like.

“But what could that even be” He wondered to himself as he looked around, hoping that something might catch his eye at one of the last stalls that were still open at such an advanced hour. And surprisingly enough, something managed to.

A diminutive little cactus.

It was a prickly little thing, indelicate but with an undeniable sense of interest and nuance. Ever so slightly lopsided, perhaps a result of unideal growing conditions that had rendered it undesirable to others who might have picked it. Nothing that couldn’t be helped along a better path if given a chance. Still a unique and beautiful thing, especially if someone was willing to put in the work to nurture it a little. And yet somehow still blooming in the dead of winter. At night, no less.

It reminded him of someone.

It was perfect.

Jayce returned to the office, just a little too excited before remembering that he still had to decorate. House Talis red and gold were too festive to pass up for something like this. He didn’t even think about it at the time. He just picked the colors and went from there. And as the first and second hours flew by and in a haze of movement he gradually slowed down. The need to sleep, even if only for a little while, became too powerful to ignore. All the hard parts were done. He’d tackled them first. He just had a handful of little touches to add here and there and it would be as close to perfect as it could be given what he had on hand.

Opting to take a break for a little while, he sat down in his own chair at the desk opposite to Viktor’s and before long he dozed off. When he awoke he immediately noticed the passage of time. It was faint, but he could see the morning light reflecting off the waters of the bay, far off in the distance. It had been a few hours at least. He had a few things to see to before the sun reached any higher in the sky.

Dragging himself to his feet he opted to fix something to drink. It was cold out still. The perfect weather for Sweetmilk. He knew his friend loved the stuff, so he made sure to top off the supplies required to make it wherever it dwindled. Now if he could just remember how much sugar he was supposed to put in it. Was it two scoops? Two scoops. Surely. That was something he would normally remember, but it seemed that his inadequate sleeping hours had put him in something of a haze. He’d shake it off eventually. He had a long day ahead of him.

With the drinks prepared but still too hot to drink, he sat both mugs down on the desk and then sat down himself, right where he’d been a few short minutes earlier.

Perhaps he could rest his eyes for a few more minutes. And maybe a few dozen more after that. Dawn had barely broken, after all. There was no way that-

Suddenly the click of something beyond the door became perceptible. It was faint, but he knew that sound anywhere. As if the essence of one of the crystals they’d been working on had been suffused into his very veins, he found himself wide awake. He sidestepped the chair as he stood to avoid getting tangled in it before going to adjust the lights. Well, to light a few additional candles that he’d procured to make the room less dark on such a gloomy day, but the point still stood.

Moments later the door unlocked and Viktor entered their shared space, immediately doing a noticeable doubletake at the state of the lab. From the ceiling above them to the surface of their long, shared desk, no surface had been left untouched. Jayce had evidently found notable satisfaction in placing things here and there to spruce up the place. But the most notable feature by far was the tree he’d taken the time to set up.

It was taller than Jayce was, something that had made maneuvering it into place something of a challenge, but when had he ever backed down from one of those anyway?

Viktor walked around the space silently taking in everything, his expression hard to read. He seemed genuinely baffled that his companion had gone to such lengths. What had possessed him to do such a thing so suddenly?

“Jayce where did the tree-”

“Surprise!” He interrupted, approaching him and handing him one of the two mugs he’d prepared as the shorter of the two shrugged out of this winter coat, draping it over the back of his chair. He turned around, a certain glimmer of curiosity in his eyes. Or perhaps it was the decorations. Who was to say? He didn’t look annoyed or dissatisfied, and that was a good start as far as Jayce was concerned.

“Happy birthday! I figured since you missed all the celebrations by being here we couldn’t miss today, too.”

Viktor stared at him incredulously, accepting the mug. The warmth was pleasant to his cold hands in the same way that the warmth of the room itself was pleasant to behold. Or perhaps that was an effect of standing near Jayce. He did exude a certain comforting warmth. Like a walking blanket.

“It’s not a big deal, Jayce. You didn’t have to go to such trouble.”

“I know you think that, but I thought,” He wasn’t sure quite how to express what was on his mind, so he decided to just spit it out. “I feel like our lives have changed so much in the last couple of months. That we’ve really gotten to know each other. We both work so hard on our shared dream- you especially lately. I just wanted to make sure you knew I didn’t forget about you despite everything else that’s been taking up our time.”

Viktor tilted his head slightly to one side. It was barely perceptible, just like the humbled little smile that crossed his face before he decided to indulge in his drink. Once he was done, he looked up again, as amused as he was oddly touched by the gesture. Never once in a million years had he expected someone to do something this kind for him. This thoughtful. Jayce was something special. Truly.

Setting his now empty mug down, Jayce walked over with a small box, offering to hold the cup for his lab partner as he regarded the bow with a look of disbelief. He looked like it was the first time he’d ever been given. Maybe it was. “I don’t know if they bother with this sort of thing where you’re from, but still. Maybe we can make it our yearly tradition?”

If not somewhat reluctantly, he took the box, lifting the decorated lid and beholding the tiny potted plant within. It was a showy thing, the kind of box that opened on all four sides when you removed the lid, falling open in his hand. A sparkle of something so pure in his eyes that it rendered him breathless for an instant. It reminded Jayce of the night they’d had their breakthrough with Hextech, the two of them drifting joyfully among their possibilities that were not fathomable when the two of them faced them together.

He’d picked the right gift. He could tell.

Stepping away to set the delicate little thing down in front of the window that sat at the heart of their space, Viktor then retreated to his coat and seemed to search for something before withdrawing the scarf that he’d worn over that day. A new one, by the looks of it. Or, at least one Jayce had never seen before. He leaned his cane against the desk for a moment and then folded the garment carefully before extending his hand to Jayce.

“Here. Maybe your neck won’t be as cold.” He said, gently placing the now folded garment into Jayce’s hand. Jayce, understandably, was surprised by the gesture. He’d seemed to like that scarf quite a bit and it was very nicely made. Knitted delicately in shades that matched both of their clothing due to their propensity to wear matching colors. It was such a rarity that Viktor bought new things for himself like this…

“Viktor I-” He started to protest but then thought better of himself. Why had he ever thought that this would be a one-sided exchange? That wasn’t how it worked with Viktor and it never would be. Returning kindness with kindness was simply who they were. It was why they were here. What brought them together and kept them close. “Thank you, Viktor.”

Nodding, Viktor’s eyes had drifted over towards the end of his own desk, noticing for the first time that Jayce had seemingly brought them breakfast. Lunch? Food. The name of the meal didn’t matter when you worked hours this atypical. But the sentiment did and he appreciated the gesture. “Thank you, Jayce.”

He tried to shrug it off as being no big deal but the flush in his face and the pleased look on his face told on him more than he realized. A look that was replaced a moment later by a yawn. Perhaps drinking a hot drink in a cozy room on a snowy day was not a good way to stay awake, after all. He blinked, his eyes watering slightly as he tried to play off his tiredness despite the rate at which it was catching up with him. Maybe it was time to sit down for a moment and just rest. Something that he did without giving it much thought.

“Eh. Maybe you should get some sleep?” He looked almost too happy to have the chance to throw that one back at him so soon. Still, the statement was genuine and held truth. They were like the sun and the moon fighting the tide. Two forces forever in flux but balanced all the same. They’d get back on the same schedule with one another. Eventually. “I have plenty to do to keep myself busy.”

The taller of the two shook his head and settled into his desk chair, leaning his arm against the desk and his head against his arm. He closed his eyes and let out a yawn, nodding. “I need maybe thirty minutes and then I’ll be right with you.”

Viktor didn’t confirm or disapprove of his request in any way. He would let thirty minutes turn into sixty and then sixty into one hundred and twenty with no intention of waking him from his slumber. Maybe they both needed more sleep while they could get it.

He would let him sleep in. He’d more than earned it through sentimentality alone. Maybe by then Viktor’s own work would make sense to him again.

Jayce never explained where all the scarves came from as the years passed, and the collection of strange cactuses and succulents that seemed to gradually spring up from nowhere grew ever larger in what little window space they had at the lab until one day Viktor finally took them home with him; only to come back the next day and find a new one on his desk with no explanation. A leafy green thing with thick spines and colored tips. Hardy and resilient but never lacking in beauty. Jayce was sure he’d seen him smile as he held the pot up, placing it in the window where it stood the best chance of survival.

That thing never managed to die.

He had such a way with plants.

Maybe one of these days he’d get him to come over for the holidays, after all.

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Well, THIS got tooth rottingly sentimental, didn’t it lol? I really hope it was decent. I’ve never written anything Arcane-related before so phew! Writing dialogue between these two is a fun challenge. I have more in store since I keep receiving requests. I have two AUs that I’m cooking up, so check out my Tumblr and my Bluesky if you want more in-depth info on that. The links are in my bio. Until then, I hope you enjoyed this! Let me know if it was any good. You have a great holiday season, everyone! Thanks again for reading! Have a great day.

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stormxpadme · 6 months ago

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There's a bit of fanfiction negativity in the tags :(. Looking for something to cheer me up, what's your personal scogan fanfic favorites?

Yeah, I saw that, both in the scogan and scogean tag, with posts even including the character name tags. Like. Not cool, people. Way to make authors feel shitty who have been guarding the ship lighthouse for the last 20 years. Claiming in the most popular tags, there's only like 1 good fic among more than 1500? Wow, okay. So I was very happy to receive your ask. Let's counter that negativity with some awesome scogan reads!

Damaged by scottxlogan

Can't do any scogan rec list without including the leading authority on the subject. @scottxlogan is the author who pulled me into this ship years ago, not to mention they're a great friend, unbelievably talented writer and artist, and they deserve all the love. Damaged is surely one of their most ambitious projects and deserves every single view, kudos and review out there. Set in the DOFP finale verse that is no doubt the author's specialty, the story comes with an alluring, intricated plot that leaves you on the edge of your seat along with all the feels.

Submission by scottxlogan

I'm also including a newer work by the same author in case you just want to get a feel for how wonderfully she writes these guys, not to mention the shameless steamy goodness that are the author's smut scenes. scottxlogan is an expert at reversing common fandom tropes believably, and this will leave you longing for more of these power exchanges easily.

he carries the reminders by Wolfsheart

@mischief-and-tea-by-the-sea is another great friend and author I would trust even with my biggest squicks (not that she writes those anyway :D). She's not only technically brillant and very well-versed in the lore which makes every pairing she writes a great read (check out her Tony/Emma, too!), but she'll also never fail to make you laugh or put those hearts in your eyes. And don't miss all those pop culture references that even put Peter Parker to shame! She also gives us scogan fans exactly what we need with stories like this one, combining our fav hurt/comfort tropes with a healthy dose of canon fix it.

I loved you since I knew you by strangenewwords

@strangenewwords is a fairly new and dearly beloved addition to our group at @scoganbingo events, but she's already made a huge impact with her delicious smut and angst stories that hit you right in the feels. Technically also brillant, the linked story is definitely one you don't want to get spoilered for beforehand because the ending will leave you in absolute awe and tears. The author doesn't shy away from including the darkest sides of Scott's past but handles every subject with the necessary care and respect, and as I said ... You don't want to miss out on all that delicious smut!

The Day Before the Soldiers Came by Cerylid

Cery is offering a much-needed fixit for the team dynamics between the X-Men and Logan before X2 with this story. It comes with a lot of humor but also far more feels than you expect. The texting is hilarious but it's the quiet tones that get to you.

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Speaking of fix-its, since that negativity in the tags kinda got to me, too, I might just throw in one of my own works here too since I also got lots of Scogan stuff out there.

My spirit's sleeping somewhere cold

is basically my go-to X3 fix-it. You look for something to make that movie right, you got it all right there. Along with a bit of horror (we are talking about resurrection, after all) comes a dramatic rescue mission in a mental limbo, and you get an Avenger and Emma Frost guest-starring. There's a couple of follow up chapters that explore both scogan and Tony/Emma a bit further, and we even get a Laura version in old movieverse along the line, and of course all the nasty nasty smut you guys are here for.

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So, that's it from the top of my hat. All these accounts have even more great stories to check out, and there's lots of other scogan authors out there with great stories to enjoy. So don't let anyone tell you, there's no quality scogan stuff on AO3.

#sometimes stormy gets asked things #greyskulls #scogan #scott summers #wolverine #fic rec #fic recs #cyclops #scott x logan #cyclops x wolverine #if people are interested #i can look up some scogean too #i feel pretty much alone with my works in that section often #but there a few gems

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choconat67 · 9 months ago

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I wanted to do the city at night, but I decided on something different, we can see the RRBs in the background flying through the city and the girls being higher up in the sky.

-Ohh, there go the boys!- the bubuja's voice sounded happy while in the distance above the city lights the three trails of red, blue and green that flew over the sea of lights. Buttercup had her arms crossed over her chest and laughed. "Don't shout or they'll know we're up here."

Her brother looked at her bewildered. "Why wouldn't they know?"

-Don't pay attention Bubbles- Blossom smiled at her sister -She just doesn't want to accept that she lost that food fight with Butch and the others- in a mocking tone of the redhead, it bothered her endangered sister a little, who acted "indignant."

-It's not true! - She looked away - That guy has the stomach of a hyena, if Brick didn't avoid it he would probably try to eat buildings or something stupid - Buttercup said looking at the clouds below them.

The laughter of her sisters, the space behind them and the clouds beneath them made the city look so small, but despite the bright city lights it was good to see the three contrails travel at night over Townsville, Blossom knew that they They deserved this, a chance at life, the chance to live and not just survive.

-Come on girls, remember that we have a meeting! - Blossom's leader's voice caught the attention of her sisters and they followed her back to her place.

Oh I like it and in my ppg universe the fact that the boys got stronger and are trying to live more normally and the girls at this point are already good friends with the boys in different ways, remember that the two AUs are related to each other, and I intend for them to coexist at some point or meet, this AU and the Fallen Heroes one:3

Queria hacer la ciudad de noche, pero me decidi por algo diferente, podemos ver a los RRB al fondo volando por la ciudad y laa chicas estando mas arriba en el cielo.

-Ohh alli van los chicos!- la voz de buebuja sonaba alegre mientras a la distancia sobre las luces de la ciudad las tres estelas de color Rojo, azul y verde que volaban sobre el mar de luces. Buttercup tenía los brazos cruzados sobre su pecho y soltó una risa -No grites o sabrán que estamos aquí arriba-

Su herman la miró desconcertada -Por qué no lo sabrían?-

-No hagas caso Bubbles- Blossom sonrió a su hermana -Solo no quiere aceptar que perdió esa guerra de comida con Butch y los demas- en tono burlon de la pelirroja molesto un poco a su hermana peligra quien actuó "indignada".

-No es cierto!- ella miró a otro lado- ese bastando tiene el estómago de una hiena, si brick no lo evitará probablemente trataría de comer edificios o alguna tonteria- dijo Buttercup mirando las nubes bajo ellas.

Las risas de sus hermanas, el espacio detrás de ellas y las nubes bajo ellas hacían ver la ciudad tan pequeña, pero a pesar de las brillantes luces de la ciudad era bueno ver las tres estelas viajar por la noche sobre Townsville, Blossom sabía que ellos merecían esto, una oportunidad de vida, la oportunidad de vivir y no sólo sobrevivir.

-Vamos chicas, recuerden que tenemos una reunion!- la voz de líder de Blossom capto la atención de sus hermanas quieres la siguieron de regresó a su lugar.

Oh me gusta y en mi universo ppg el hecho que los chicos se reforzaron y están tratando de vivir más normalmente y las chicas a este punto ya son buenas amigas de los chicos en diferentes formas, recuerden que los dos AU están relacionados entre sí, y tengo la intención de que convivan en algún momento o se conozcan, este AU y el de Fallen Heroes:3

#powerpuff girls #ppg fanart #natsuki67 #las chicas super poderosas #my art style #fanart #rowdyruff boys #powerpuff girls fanart #powerpuffgirls #ppg #ppgfallenheroes #powerpuff girls blossom #powerpuff girls bubbles #powerpuff girls buttercup #rowdyruff boys brick #rowdyruff boomer #rowdyruff butch #choconat67

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leilohsstupidgaystuff · 5 months ago

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Hello or welcome back to my weekly Cherik fanfiction, I liked and maybe you will to.

Again by ikeracity (They're brillant, check them out) "Love Medly" (13,204 words /1 chapter). The story is about Cherik being best friends at uni and living together in an apartment with Azazel and Kitty. Both have been falling for eachother, but haven't told the other and when Erik befriends with Magda, Charles thinks they're together and gets jealous. He's also involved in an accident which makes things alot more complicated, because it has a tempory impact on his telepathy.

I really liked it, because I could relax, while reading it, because it doesn't contain alot of angst and sad stuff, without being all super happy, and I also just like Magda in a story being friends with Erik. It's really well written and you just get pulled into the story. So go check it out.

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#erik lehnsherr #charles xavier #cherik #magneto #x men #marvel #professor x #xmen #x men fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfiction recommendation #fanfic

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mademoiselle-cookie · 6 months ago

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on a rating of 1-10 how would you rate mtp volume 7

Honestly, I don't know. My expectations from this manga already plummeted so I don't have a reference abt how I would note them. Like, it's supposed to be a manga about Moriarty, most famous enemy of Sherlock Holmes, most famous detective in the world. So it's supposed to be smart, you should expect it to be smart. And it's not.

So maybe a 3?

We had twice a supposedly brillant plan being stupid if you think abt it for more than two seconds, hypocrisy, William and his friends being artificially ridiculously OP and cool, all the non-Moriarty and co characters being incredibly stupid

But above all, the author's sexism and his treatment of the sex workers. I'll talk more abt this in my next review but it's not possible anymore. Women only exist as object, and mostly to be tortured and badly treated. There's no talk abt how being a woman is hard, especially at this time, and you barely hear them at all (with the only exception being Irene, and she became a man *facepalm*)

The only really positive thing I have to say abt this volume is this:

Yes, Watson is bit unhinged too

#sherlock holmes #moriarty the patriot #yuukoku no moriarty #rant #moriarty the patriot critical

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emilyflorencescdblog · 1 month ago

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The best is yet to come As the clock struck eight on New Year’s Eve, I found myself surrounded by the infectious laughter of my friends. We had transformed my living room into a cozy celebration hub, complete with a nice backdrop for selfies and a table laden with snacks and champagne. I had slipped into my new rhinestone black dress, paired with matching pantyhose and heels, feeling effortlessly beautiful as we toasted to the year gone by. The air buzzed with excitement as we recounted our favorite memories, each story punctuated by the clink of glasses and bursts of laughter.

As midnight approached, we huddled together in my backyard wrapped in blankets to protect from the late night chill. The city was alive with anticipation, the streets twinkling like a sea of stars. When the countdown began, we held hands, shouting each number with giddy excitement. "Three… two… one!" Cheers erupted as fireworks lit up the sky, their brilliance mirrored in our wide, beaming smiles. In that moment, surrounded by love and joy, I couldn’t think of a better way to start the new year than with the incredible friends who make life brighter every single day. Happy New Year! --------------------------------------------- Lo mejor está por llegar

Cuando el reloj dio las ocho en la espera del Año Nuevo, me encontré rodeado por las risas contagiosas de mis amigas. Habíamos transformado mi sala de estar en un acogedor centro de celebración, con un bonito telón de fondo para selfies y una mesa llena de bocadillos y champán. Me había puesto mi nuevo vestido negro con diamantes, combinado con pantimedias y tacones a juego, sintiéndome hermosa sin esfuerzo mientras brindábamos por el año pasado. El aire vibraba de emoción mientras contábamos nuestros recuerdos favoritos, cada historia marcada por el tintineo de vasos y estallidos de risa.

A medida que se acercaba la medianoche, nos juntavamos en mi patio trasero envueltas en covijas para protegernos del frío. La ciudad estaba llena de anticipación, las calles brillaban como un mar de estrellas. Cuando comenzó la cuenta regresiva, nos tomamos de las manos y gritamos cada número con vertiginosa emoción. "¡Tres… dos… uno!" Los aplausos estallaron cuando los fuegos artificiales iluminaron el cielo, su brillo se reflejó en nuestras amplias y radiantes sonrisas. En ese momento, rodeada de amor y alegría, no se me ocurrió mejor manera de comenzar el nuevo año que con estas increíbles amigas que hacen la vida más brillante cada día.

¡Feliz año nuevo!

#CrossDress #CrossDresser #CrossDressing #BoyToGirl #MaleToFemale #MTF #CD #CDEmilyFlorence #EmilyFlorence

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streets-in-paradise · 10 months ago

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Work of Love - Sam Gamgee x (Fem) Hobbit!Reader

Lord of the Rings Oneshot

For @barclaysangel

Warnings: None, this is just fluff.

Summary: In an attempt to confess your feelings for him, you gift Sam the first finished proyect of your newest learned craft.

Note: Short cute piece written in a rush of inspiration in one sit directly inspired by a conversation with my friend. Also, i remembered crochet is Middle Earth accurate because the first Hobbit film said so lol

Learning all the uses a hobbit lass of good family could need wasn't an exahusting task, but your mother wasn't always a patient teacher. Her fast knitting could be hard to follow and that made lessons turn out a little boring. She was brillant at her craft and admiring her beautifull pieces tended to make you feel frustrated with your own slow progress. Noticing and understanding your feelings, at some point she switched tecniques and help you try some crochet points. There was a considerable improvement in your confidence with the needle, but to her the problem was somewhere else.

Distractions, your head was always on some cloud and she could tell you would rather be at Bag End hearing the ramblings of crazy old Bilbo Baggins than focusing on your lesson. Ever since you started frequenting his nephew through persistent invites on his part you were acting different. Some would imagine that the tales had gone to your head, but she suspected of something else.

A crush, perhaps in the lad whose fate was inheriting the great riches of Mr Baggins. After all, Frodo was a polite and good looking young hobbit that seemed to have gained great interest in you lately considering the frecuency of his invitations. Clues on her perspective made it a logical assumption to make, but it was far from the truth.Despite Frodo was always pleased with your company, he didn't want it merely for himself. One way or another, you would always end up involved with his gardener. At first, producing encounters through his iniciative, but very soon on your own liking.

Sam was lovely, of delightfull manners and handsome looks. Ignoring the way his face would transform whenever you were near was impossible and it even earned you both some subtle teasing from Bilbo himself. The lad had the tendency of respectfully shying away from crossing glances and you could swear you saw him blush to an innocently delivered compliment you once gave him. The way in which Frodo, his best friend, would always insist on finding new settlings for you to spend time together was suspicious enough for you to consider an implicit motivation.

Tenderness have won you over despite Sam never did any autentical attempts of pursuing you, but you were considering he could be crushing on you as you were already on him. His attitude during the great birthday party of Bilbo seemed to confirm your suspects. Long before the generous party host dissapeared in front of everyone, when many hobbits were still dancing and you were among them, Sam was sitting at the table showing his back to the crew. Despite you attempted smiling from afar, he wasn't approaching, yet right after you danced with Frodo he practically threw his friend in your direction with complicit laughing.

Guided by her teasings on wrong assumptions, and hoping to help you concentrate, your mother ended up suggesting you to show affection towards your crush giving him the first finished work you could accomplish. Motivation worked wonders as you secretly imagined the reaction of Sam to the atentive gesture. For said reason, you picked the project with care. It had to be something easy that could provide him a sort of use. A piece he wouldn't mistake for a simple mathom meant to circulate through the Shire, but a simple show of your intense affection towards him.

The outcome was reflection of work made with love: a circular doily with neat patterns you were quite proud of. Knowing he would be occupied with the matters of his inheritance, you didn't wait untill Frodo would invite you to his home under some circunstantial excuse. You didn't want that either, since you didn't want to feed the hopes of your mother thinking you were going to charm the heir and new owner of Bag End. Instead, you pretended to pass by cassually and stopping on your way to somewhere else, peeking at the garden with the hope of finding Sam.

It was a beautifull morning, the sun was shinning bright and you didn't expected your crush would be hidding from you while trimming the verge ... or at least pretending to do so.

" Good morning, Sam! " You saluted after approaching untill being right behind him. " Are you alright? "

He turned back nervously, refusing to engage in eye contact while attempting to respond.

" Miss (y/n)! It's great to see you, ... If you excuse me I will go to the house and tell Mr Frodo of your presence. "

You couldn't help chuclking a bit, aware of his confussion.

" You don't have to, I came to see you. "

The clarification made him even more nervous, but in a different way. It was as if an incredible surprise would have left him incapable of coherent responses.

" Me? Why would I be given such honor? "

More sweet confussion in his eyes, and you wished you could have kissed him.

" Because I'm passing by to give you a present. "

He abandoned his working tool fearing he may have dropped it otherwise.

" I was not aware of being held in such high regard by you."

You started twirling a strand of hair with your index finger.

" Of course you are! You are my favorite part of visiting Bag End! Not like I don't appreciate the friendship of Frodo, but I like you the most. "

He couldn't get himself to believe your words.

" Me, miss? " He repeated, as if he tried to convince himself out loud. " How can I be ..., when there are other aspects from this home that are trully wonderfull? "

" I think you are wonderfull, Sam. " You sweetly confessed, then revealed your gift. " And I wanted to show you my affection with this. "

As you handled it to him your eyes meet and he didn't back away from your smile.

" It's self made, the first good result of my lessons."

Sam accepted it as if it would be the most precious thing in the whole Shire.

" I'll treasure it, have no doubt..."

He interrumpted himself, getting nervous all over again once he realized he had nothing close that he could give you in return.

" I'm afraid I have no inmediate means to retribute you, since your kindness has taken me by surprise I couldn't think of anything and it would be extremely rude to offer you flowers from Mr Frodo's garden without his consent to cut some ... "

Before he could keep overworrying, you made your intentions clear by cutting him off with a kiss on the cheek.

" I like you, knowing if you like me back is all the retribution I need."

Your call for honesty was answered with a confession he delivered without thinking.

" You are the most beautifull girl I have ever seen."

#lotr #lord of the rings #samwise gamgee #sam gamgee #sam gamgee x reader #samwise gamgee x reader

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yallthemwitches · 4 months ago

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The Prize

Written for Day 17/18 of Kinktober: Jealousy and Quidditch Win, Its basically smut, because that's the reason for the season. ;)

Was kinda bummed that there hasn't been a whole lot of Jily Kinktober content then remembered I was also way behind on working on it. Cranked this one out as a lil' moral boost to keep at it.

AO3 Link to my Jily Kinktobers

“Fancy a dance, Evans?”

Lily looks up from her drink to find Sawyer Dawson, Ravenclaw seeker, leaning his whole body against the back end of the couch, firewhiskey sloshing in his glass. Behind him, a crowd of tipsy students sway to the music, the Ravenclaw common room cleared for the quidditch after party. The song is a sultry disco beat that begs for close quarters and everyone on the dance floor is abiding to the groove, grinding and pulsing in ways that would make anyone sober and in the light of day blush.

“Er–I actually just sat down with Marlene—maybe later?”

She nods over to Marlene who stares back at her in an expression of disbelief that edges into frustration. She ignores it.

“Oh, yeah ok, brillant.” She watches as Sawyer’s eyes dip from her face all the way down her body, as though he is taking a mental scan. “I’ll check back in a bit. I’d really fancy some time with you this evening.”

She smiles in response because that seems like the polite thing to do and he disappears into the crowd. Joining a group of male quidditch players, Sawyer starts boasting about his potential dance, making many of the boys turn and look over with raised eyebrows. Embedded in the group, James’ eyes pierce through the crowd, watching her as he listens intently to Sawyer’s recount.

“Uh, What the fuck?”

She feels a hand on her and Marlene yanks her away from James’ stare. Twisting her body so that both shoulders are being grasped in exasperation.

“Sawyer Dawson, bloody Sawyer DAWSON, just asked you to essentially dry hump him on the dancefloor and you said no?--- are you completely nutter?”

Lily shrugs off her friend, taking a swig from her bottle.

“Dunno–wasn’t feeling up for it. “

“Lily—I mean honestly.”

“What? I didn’t turn him down.”

Marlene scoffs, eyes drifting over to the group of quidditch players who are now jeering and laughing amongst themselves.

“I mean, have you heard what Lilas said about him when she had her go? Said it was downright filthy . Like, he has stamina for days. I can’t believe you just turned that down...”

“Again I didn’t turn him down.” Lily sighs.

“Yeah, sure—because we all know what “maybe” means from you.”

It means no and both Marlene and Lily know that. She looks back over at the boys and sees Sawyer now talking loud with one of his teammates, clearly getting tipsier by the second, high off his win earlier on the pitch. Her eyes scan the rest of the boy’s faces, all varying shades of height, weight, hair color, but missing one particular combination.

“Alright Evans?”

Her head whips around. James stands behind the sofa, hand already tugging at the roots of his hair, his jaw tight.

“Aren’t you in enemy territory Potter?” He forces a smile, but something rumbles under the surface of his features.

“Could say the same for yourself,” his eyes shift around. His shoulders seem more tense than usual, like he’s bracing for something. “Hey, could I have a word?”

Marlene gives a warning glance at Lily who moves to stand up. In other times it would be absolutely insane for her to go with him, but they had a rapport now. She knew she would probably still get grilled by Marlene the second she returned, but James waits patiently as she finishes her drink and begins to walk towards the exit.

Out in the hall, his steps quicken and Lily struggles to keep up. Turning around one corner,

he walks up to a tapestry depicting a rushing waterfall and swishes his hand over it like he would through a running tap. The fabric gleams and trickles apart, thread by thread, until they can pass through to a small cave-like alcove, the tapestry becoming whole again behind them.

She lights her wand and sets it on a precarious curve of the cave and shadows dance around the walls as she watches James turn to face her, hands contracting at his sides.

“So, you and Sawyer?”

She hadn’t been imagining it before, he was tense. He looks at her with dark eyes, similar to the ones he gave back at the party.

“He asked me to dance and I told him maybe—”

“That’s not what he told me.”

She lifts an eyebrow, stepping towards him. The light of her wand tracing hard lines into his face.

“He told me it was a sure thing. That he would place money on shagging you tonight.”

A claw of anger sears her throat. It must have been what the boys had been laughing about in the corner, why James had been staring at her so intently. A part of her wants to lash out, but she knows there are better uses of this energy with him all alone like this.

“So what? He’s a tosser, but it wasn’t out of the realm of possibility.”

She’s winding him up and she knows it, but there is something about watching him pout and fume that makes her feel unstoppable. It is a great power to be able to knock golden boy, quidditch captain James Potter off balance. She has to make her jabs when she can.

“Evans–” he warns. Taking a step even closer. Standing so close, she tilts her head up to keep eye contact, her expression smug and cool despite her heart rate accelerating.

“I mean why not,” she murmurs out, taunting him, “From what I hear he’s a great shag. I’ve heard first hand that he’s filthy.”

“And that’s what you want? Filthy?” He leans his face down, breath against her face.

It takes everything she can not to crack and fall to pieces right there, to fall to her knees and beg, but she needs this—needs to be the one with the upper hand for once.

“Why? You offering?”

She knows it’s the bait he can’t refuse. They tip their faces together at the same time, mouths open and melding together. They coil together, hands pulling at clothing, removing any and all barriers as fast as humanly possible. Tongues twist together, trying to drink the other down until there is nothing left to take.

“Lily–” he whines into her mouth. She is on her tiptoes, threading one hand into his hair while the other is already pulling at his belt. He walks them backwards until her back hits the hard stone of the cave and he rucks up her thigh so that the bulge in his pants makes contact directly with her center.

“What Potter? You jealous to hear that maybe another bloke could shag me as good as you?”

Again, she is saying it purely to rile him up, get a fire burning in his eyes that she has learned will only lead to one thing when they are both alone and willing like this.

The hand that held her thigh against his hip moves to cup her ass while the other travels from her cheek downwards, etching a soft line from her lips down the sternum, dipping low until it ducks under the elastic of her panties.

“Take it back.”

His finger travels over her pubic bone to right where her folds are slick like warm oil. He hovers his finger just above her center, and she tries to push her hips upward to make contact but his other hand moves quickly to press her firmly back into the wall, leaving her writhing for his touch.

“Take it back or I walk away.” His eyes are wild, mouth slanted into a tight line, calling her bluff.

She tries again to buck her hips forward, but he leans against her, his erection hard against her leg. A moan escapes her mouth, and he smiles in triumph.

“What do you want, Evans?” His mouth is now against her ear, hovering just like his finger still at her center. The anticipation alone makes her want to sob.

“Touch me, please.”

“ Fuck yes.” His fingers plunge into her quick and sudden, filling her all the way to his knuckle. He releases her hips and she snaps up wildly, working with his hand to pulse in and out of her. His charade of dominance melts at the feel of her warm middle, now completely melting into her. Hoisting her up against the wall, he leans forward to suck her pebbled tit through her shirt, running his tongue around the fabric.

She keeps a steady grind into his hand as he continues his motions, the noise of their work echoing in the cavernous space.

“Lily—fuck—I could come just watching you ride my hand like this.”

From the feel of his erection against her leg, he is not exaggerating. She reaches a hand down, dipping under where she had loosened his belt to find his cock strained and weeping against the inside of his trousers. At the feel of her palm he lets out a low gasp, leaning into her shoulder as his face twists up in pleasure.

Her hips become more jagged against the wet fingers sliding inside of her. Reaching down, she presses to her clit, knowing that her climax is now in short order.

Lily come for me. Come on my hand, baby. I want to watch.”

He continues to mewl out demands as her breath becomes shallow. With one last curl of his fingers, the room spins and she feels all her nerves tumble apart. He holds her against his chest until she settles back down, hungry and clawing at his chest for more.

“James—I want to feel you now.” Her hand rubs on his cock and he gasps against her pressure point, arms tightening.

“How?”

“Hard and quick and filthy. ”

His breath goes ragged. “Ok– ah fuck Lily.”

Suddenly he is out of her, needing both hands to pick her up and carry her down to the stone floor. She pulls her top over her head and his eyes immediately zero in on her erect tits, stopping what he is doing to dip down and take one into his mouth again, now unguarded by fabric.

“Ever since last time I can’t stop thinking about you—about your lovely tits, about how good–how perfect you feel.”

He removes his mouth from her chest and lifts a thigh up to his shoulder while his other hand spreads her other leg out wide. He’s kneeling on the ground, using his strength to suspend her arse in the air to line up directly with his cock. Lily pulls up onto her forearms, folding herself like a book to watch as his tip starts to stretch into her. Everytime he always seems too big for her and every time he proves her wrong, being just the perfect size to fill her completely.

He pushes himself in until both of their pelvic bones are flush against each other and the final snap of his hips makes Lily wail, still getting used to just how deep he is able to go.

“You still want it rough?”

Her eyes are hyper fixated on their connection.

“Yes–use me.”

His vigor pitches her backwards against the floor, his pulse relentless as he snaps his hips into her. Holding her thigh against his chest, he looks down at her with a slack expression, completely overtaken by the baser need for pleasure. She holds onto his arms, feeling as his muscles contract from the effort of holding himself above her.

The sound of their bodies meeting is so carnal, she almost wants to blush hearing it. He leans down and drags his tongue against her neck, stopping to nip against skin.

He moans out her name in strings and syllables, his whimpering tone not matching the carnal press of his hips. His head leans against her now, losing control of himself as he edges towards release.

“Lily–I’m so sorry I can’t–”

His words go slack as she feels him shake above her, spilling into her with her name still on his breath.

In the aftermath they lay close together on the ground, using each other for warmth against the cold stone floor. Pressing kisses into her hair and cheek, she strokes lines into his chest, happy to find herself full of him again.

“You are so lovely. I don’t know what I did to deserve you—I feel like I won this evening and I didn’t even play.”

Lily smirks against his side, giving his chest a playful pinch.

“Do you always need to make things a competition?”

James rolls over back on top of her, hands pressed around her head. He lowers himself so their lips graze, taking her bottom lip between his. She can feel him getting hard again, and she gives an experimental buck upwards, eliciting a moan from his mouth.

“If you are the prize—then yes. Every time.”

#jily #jily kinktober #jily smut #james potter #lily evans #just crazy doing it for like 2k words #marauders era #jily fanfiction #yallthemwitches

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