#rewritten and posted anew

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literally ran to your inbox when i saw your writing event post. may i request hoshi with autumn by niki because i like pain and can not get this song out of head for days now

omg, a fellow niki lover <3333 jen, you always have had such wonderful taste. i love the way her songs allow me to bleed.

ᴅɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴇᴀɴ ꜰʀᴇᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴍᴇ?

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pairing: kwon soonyoung x reader (not endgame) genre: angst, break-up word count: ~1k warnings: heartbreak, death imagery (don't we love angst and more angst and a dash of even more crushing angst?), barely there plot but fuck it, we ball.

olive's notes: a very interesting exercise for me! tbh, as a niki fan, i love to cast her songs as potential fic ideas, and when i hear autumn, my gut reaction is woozi, so to think about hoshi instead was a welcome challenge. hopefully i did it justice <3.

Read

You stare at those four letters, that single word, the broken sentence fragment not even deserving of punctuation until the blue light of your phone burns the impression of it into your retina in a persistence that lasts longer than your last conversation with him, just days before.

Read.

Not even four letters he had deigned to type out — some semblance of a response to your longing that you'd attempted to sever with a knife that, rusted through, meant you had to saw at that place where you deemed your attachment thinnest over and over: a back and forth motion, a seasickened sort of nausea that left you emptier than perhaps the hacking would have resulted in, had the cut been clean. But no; to all that you had spilled before him in your text (written and rewritten, drafted and thrown out, wept over, then created anew), all he could offer you — all he would give you, now — was silence. A read receipt. All your feelings still spilling out of you, pooling in shallow oceans, sales tax. Your anger, change. A transaction in the deficit. A run-up tab, a thousand I-owe-you's coalescing in just four letters, not even the ellipses of thought.

Read.

But did he?

When you fell for Hoshi all those months ago, it certainly hadn't been for his careful trepidation, or some thoughtful penchant for contemplation. It was for the lack of it, really. The way he so effortlessly swept you up — took your wary hands, and with a smile that seemed to embody the whole of him, coaxed the laughter out of you, and then following, the vulnerable, sticky truth. He liked it — liked you — he always pressed for more.

And so you'd give, and he would take. Then he'd offer, and you'd come closer to receive. Close enough to memorize the lines in his face, intimate enough to carve the worst of you into his bones.

And then work came between you, as it was wont to do. You were seeing each other in secret, of course (could you imagine what they'd say, if all the world knew?), but then people grew suspicious, an accounting of his every move including too many reports of you. So space was needed, but Soonyoung was apologetic, and you were hopeful you'd pull through.

"I love you," you'd whisper in the late night phone calls when he'd still be in his sweats and running choreography that was perfect as is.

(It wasn't right, he'd always claim. And he'd do it again and again, critiquing it over and over. Sharper. More focused. Harder. More precise. Another replay of the same, small moment. A circle that he could never claim was finished, an ideal he could never move past. It would be perfect. It had to be right. It wasn't enough if it were half-performed, it would never signify.)

"You love me?" he'd laughing, reply. Joking self deprecation, it had began, then a spiral towards something doubtful and unsure. A while yet and it began to hollow and turn cold.

"You love me?" he'd once said. "Not if I love you more."

And what if he'd stopped all together? A train crash or a too-long sustained whimper, it's silence a death.

Could you love him still, if this feeling is just aching? Could you love him if your phone calls were never picked up and only once, returned? Could you love him if you begged to hear from him and he'd go for weeks at a time without giving you a word? Could you love him if — at midnight — you texted him that it felt as though with each passing day he was loving you less, and every moment your breath was hitched in anticipation waiting for him to come home an agony of only half-living and drowning in your own insecurities and sorrow.

Could you love him if you sent it, and waited all that early morning for his reply, only for him to read it 4 hours later and not even reply?

"I'm so lucky I met you," Soonyoung had once said to you, with flowers in his hands, a bouquet of bleeding colors, a display near blinding when you looked at it head on. The assortment was so fresh, their fragrance assaulted your every sense, and the reminder of him lingered long after he was gone.

The aroma was gone, now. The savor expired, the petals wilted and sagged. You were perhaps due another fresh delivery, and maybe he'd bring it to you — every new batch of flowers less ceremonious than the last, with fewer words of endearment, rarely an explanation for all he'd done in between the death of the old set, and the replacement with something new.

Excuses rarely beget the same of their kind, and thinness only ever tried to be better, still.

. . .

He was typing.

Maybe that read receipt was still burned into your retinas. Maybe despite this offer of something, you were through.

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Tony Stark Pairings Masterlist

a master’s treat. a pet’s game (ao3) - meowrails tony/stephen E, 7k

Summary: Stephen grows ears and a tail, and gives himself a magically induced heat.

Tony sees a long night ahead of them.

And The World Moves On… It Has To (ao3) - Teamironmanforever natasha/tony T, 157k

Summary: This fic is set Five Years after the events of Civil War.

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The New Avengers, headed by Tony Stark, have finally established themselves in the world, working closely alongside the UN to maintain public trust. The team has managed to create a close-knit bond, working together to forget the past. However, when Thanos comes to threaten the earth, the Avengers will be forced to face some old ghosts when Steve Rogers and his team of renegades are called in to work with Tony’s team.

The two teams will be forced to face their pasts to work together to save Earth.

Anew. (ao3) - IViv tony/stephen M, 130k

Summary: In death, there was no glory, no redemption, no salvation.

Only darkness and ice—or that was what Tony thought. He closed his eyes in a Siberian bunker and opened them again on his 41st birthday, with War Machine flying into the distance.

Asgard’s Throne (ao3) - The_Winter_Writer tony/thor N/R, 3k

Summary: There was a first time for everything. Tony had fantasized about this, imagined it when Thor had first started courting him, but he’d never believed he would find himself seated on Asgard’s throne in such a way.

darkness will be rewritten (ao3) - princessironspider natasha/tony N/R, 109k

Summary: Peter is Tony’s biological child.

Natasha Romanoff has been married to Tony Stark secretly for years.

What would the movies be like if this were the case?

Debts (ao3) - d_aia tony/t’challa M, 59k

Summary: In which Tony saves T'Chaka, T'Challa is grateful, and they both are all the better for it.

Falling Into You (ao3) - sabrecmc steve/tony M, 53k

Summary: Tony and Steve end up as fuck buddies after the events of The Winter Soldier until Steve calls it off. When Loki’s spell wipes all of Steve’s memories since the last time Loki was in town, Tony decides it will be so much easier to just not tell Steve they had something of a relationship. Spoiler: It isn’t.

Or, how Steve fell in love with Tony and forgot about it, and how Tony fell in love with Steve and realized it.

Five Times Bruce Knew Exactly What to Say (ao3) - storiesfortravellers bruce/steve/tony T, 6k

Summary: “When Steve was a kid, he hated being rescued….”

Eventual Steve/Bruce/Tony.

five times pepper potts took care of tony stark (and one time tony stark took care of her) (ao3) - zauberer_sirin pepper/tony T, 5k

Summary: In Pepper’s defense she really did try to keep things professional.

Have I Changed? (ao3) - katling tony/stephen T, 141k

Summary: I liked you more before you met the Avengers.

It’s an offhand comment that Tony wasn’t sure he was actually meant to hear. But he did and he doesn’t know what it means. Lucky for him, Rhodey’s got an answer for him.

How Big, How Blue, How Beautiful (ao3) - Takara_Phoenix loki/tony E, 105k

Summary: Post Civil War, Tony has to build a new team of Avengers.

Aside from new recruits, there are also two well-known Avengers that return to Earth – with a ship full of refugees. New and more functional Avengers rise from the ashes of the old and new alliances, new friendships and even new relationships are formed.

Though the biggest wild-card proves to be Loki, not entirely unexpected.

However Sweetly It May Storm (ao3) - KimchiKitty7 bucky/steve/tony E, 30k

Summary: After Civil War, Tony Stark is trying to pull his life together and deal with the betrayal and abandonment of his team. One night he goes upstairs to find Steve Rogers in his penthouse, and is ready to try his hand at throwing him out the window. But things aren’t always what they seem. Can they get it right this time?

love is like a stubborn youth (ao3) - owlvsdove pepper/tony T, 9k

Summary: The long-winded story of the meeting, hiring, working relationship, courting, and comedy goldmine that is Tony Stark’s relationship with Pepper Potts.

Natural Talent (ao3) - 27dragons, tisfan bucky/tony E, 47k

Summary: Bucky is Boss of the Commando territory, carved out of Hydra’s territory with blood, tears, and sweat - mostly his own. He has a reputation in other territories for being hard and ruthless, but his own people know him as a generous, considerate leader. He protects his land and his people, but otherwise keeps his head down. He has no intention of getting embroiled in any of the other territories’ disputes. That is, until Bucky finds himself in possession of a beautiful companion and learns that the man is far more than he appears.

one hell of a show (ao3) - MillyVeil pepper/tony E, 44k

Summary: Tony gets kidnapped for ransom and Clint gets nabbed with him. It’s rough for them both.

Perfect Soldier (ao3) - orphan_account steve/tony, bucky/steve/tony E, 5k

Summary: Immediately after Captain America: The Winter Soldier, Steve enlists Tony to help him fuck a mind-wiped and perfectly compliant Bucky Barnes.

Sharpen Your Teeth (ao3) - STARSdidathing loki/tony M, 369k

Summary: A betrayed Tony Stark leaves the Avengers. He’s angry and bitter but he’s not about to stop being a hero. The problem is that not everyone is happy with his decision.

spit your tongue out (ao3) - deathsweetqueen tony/sam E, 5k

Summary: Sam is the last to come out of the Quinjet when it lands, and he looks just as handsome as he was the last time Tony saw him, a little thinner, a little wearier, more lines in his face that comes from exile.

His lungs are in his throat the entire time, and when Sam finally looks at him, his face hollowed out, he’s absolutely terrified of what he might say.

Sam doesn’t say anything.

stress relief (ao3) - romanoff steve/tony E, 84k

Summary: They don’t love each other. They barely even like each other.

The Guardians (ao3) - GremlinSR peter quill/tony M, 35k

Summary: Tony is pulled out of his funk after the Civil War by actual space aliens when they come to warn him of an impending attack. Now he’s building a new team, going on adventures with his new space friends, and generally just moving on.

When Team Cap comes back, they’ll find things are different than how they left them.

A salty ‘Tony doesn’t need the team back’ post Civil War fic.

Wrecking Balls (ao3) - Bourneblack bucky/tony E, 87k

Summary: Bucky Barnes is trying to make enough money as an escort to take care of his sister after she loses an arm in the war, and Tony just wants to feel a semblance of control after aliens try to attack New York. They happen to find each other and strike up a mutually beneficial arrangement (sugar, sugar), but is their chance meeting really just coincidence?

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Color Casting

The weavings of creation are ever endless threads, sewn and knotted in empty space and over themselves time and time again. Mortals grasp what has already been woven into existence, whether by almighty gods or in strict matters or science and math discovered and rewritten by every new life. Existence, a thing of compressed designs of colors.

Those colors can be held and understood by those among the stars. Vibrant and shining, ready to be knitted by less all knowing hands. Reaching fingers plucking at and spinning the refractions from simple quartz. Veins that thrum with unyielding cosmic force, feeling from their true lives the hues and their momentary and fleeting meanings. Coloring the tapestries of existence again. Creation in their palms, embroidery mastered by many. Through cards or dreams, or growing flowers beneath one's feet, creation is repeated. Colors cast with emotion.

Emotion guides even the infinite, the sentiments assigned to the shades mark anew in their wake. Painting vistas in forms of craft and hexes. Threading shimmering beams from stars unseen, what red marks rage and blue marks calm, or for those that were never human, some meanings removed from their mortal culture. All knowing is impossible in the subjective hands of art, but that leaves for only more room to weave. And there are always undying hands reaching to thread a new set of creation.

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Omg im actually putting up a second post, thats crazy for me i was almost 1000% sure id like immediately give up. Anyways this tidbit was just a really obtuse way of saying magic is cast with colors and the emotions associated with them and how that changes from individual to individual yada yada. This magic system is heavily up to change but i wanted to just put it out there so yeah :) thx for reading, pretty cool if you did that

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Tips for Tumblr

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@mimbotomy tagged me in a fun tag game for fanfic writers, so here's my answers!!!!

How many works do you have on AO3? I have 62 total works, and I am so disappointed in a lot of them 😅

What's your total AO3 word count? 339,839 words!

What fandoms do you write for? Lately I've been working a lot on fics with AC: Odyssey, Monsterverse, and VicTORIous. However, I did recently do a fic for Mean Girls (2024) and I used to write a lot for BNHA/MHA, when I was very big on that fandom, but all those fics are really bad and cringe so I try to pretend they don't exist. I also have some batfamily fics, and a few for Dynasty. A few oneshots here and there with that fic being my only work in the fandom. And how could I forget, Horizon!

What are your top 5 fics by kudos? Confidence - What a Hero Needs - this annoys me so much, it was my first fic, EVER. I wrote it 4 years ago, and it's still my most popular, I've written much better stuff. I've even REWRITTEN THIS ONE AND THE OG IS STILL MORE POPULARR GKHDGHJHWJHK Apects Unknown - or are they? - a fun batfamily and wonderbat based fic off of my own mini-universe. Very cute, and very proud of this fic Perseverance - What a Hero Needs - the immediate follow up to Confidence. Again, I've written a lot better stuff "What? I like hero merch!" - My favorite crack fic I've written. Also BNHA/MHA based, but this was just fun and cute Among (Us) the Villains - yet another BNHA/MHA fic, but this time it's based about Izuku being friends with the LoV. And gaming with them. Made around the time of Among Us, hence the title

Do you respond to comments? I try, especially once I post something new. But honestly, a lot of my responses end up being just hearts or "thank you's" and it personally makes me feel like I'm being disingenuine when i respond with them too much

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I suppose Kumandra's Heart? But that was more sad than angst, I think?

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Pretty Girls, my Mean Girls (2024) fic!!!! I love this one so much, it's one of the few I go back and reread often! Basically a rewrite of the movie to be a lot gayer.

Do you get hate on fics? Oh yeah, there was this one marvel fic I did, and this one commenter was really mad that I wasn't going exactly as canon dictated. Because of course

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? I have a few fics with smut, and it's mainly kink-based. Definitely love involved too, but very kink-based.

Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? Yes! I enjoy it a lot! My craziest one would probably have to be the one I'm currently writing, combining the Assassin's Creed universe and Legendary's Monsterverse. It's called Ancients Risen Anew, and based on Kassandra joining MONARCH after the G-Day event in 2014!

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not to my knowledge! I made all my fics available only to registered users for the purpose of keeping them as safe as I can while still sharing them.

Have you ever had a fic translated? Nope! Would love to see it happen though!

Have you ever co-written a fic before? Nope! It sounds interesting to do though!

What's your all time favorite ship? I would have to say Jade West/Tori Vega. The good old classic gay couple from Nickelodeon, as much as we hate how that era of TV was behind the scenes. A close second would probably be Aloy/Seyka, from Horizon. I just love them so much, they're my little blorbos (i think i used that term right :D)

What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I have a few, but I'll talk about Cascade for now. It's the marvel fic I mentioned earlier, and I kinda lost all interest in marvel recently. The last media I saw was The Marvels, and I enjoyed it a lot, but I kinda got oversaturated with too much Marvel stuff, and not enough of it was as amazing like Shang-Chi was to make me wanna stay interested. Will definitely watch the stuff I'm interested in though (anything with Kate Bishop and Yelena)

What are your writing strengths? Hmmmm, tough one. I would say lore. I love writing lore and explaining lore. I am also very good at writing outlines.

What are your writing weaknesses? Fight scenes. Especially fast paced ones. I love the choreography in movies, but how am I supposed to translate the fast-paced combat into writing in a way that feels natural????

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I have done this for a short story! Please go check it out, its non-fandom related so it didn't get traction, but oh my god i did so much research for it and I love it. It's called Children of Níðhǫggr!

First fandom you wrote for? Boku no Hero Academia / My Hero Academia. Please, end me

Favorite fic you've written? How the fuck am I supposed to choose just one?!??!?! I'll limit myself to five, to keep this short, lol Ink & Sparks - which is my favorite Jade West/Tori Vega fic. I rewrote it several times, and the version linked is the best one I've done. Please check it out, I love it so much! There's More To Life Than Surviving! - Honestly, this one is a contender for top fic. A crack fic, but for Ninjago! Loved it a lot The Titan of the Pearl - A very nice fic I wrote combining the Pirates of the Caribbean and Godzilla. Because I can Kumandra's Heart - A slight ending rewrite of Raya, the Last Dragon, which is my personal favorite Disney Princess movie Pretty Girls - the Mean Girls (2024) fic I mentioned earlier. I love this one so much, and like I said, I keep going back to reread it, that's how much I enjoy it Going to tag @aeide, @hartlesshart, @foibles-fables, and @spectres-n-knights for this! And if anyone else wants to, please go ahead!

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Howzer + Aurelia Ch. 40 - Future Gazing While in Waiting

Even as a cocky young shiny, there were a few people who saw the integrity and depth beneath Howzer's facade. Aurelia was one of them, but life tore them apart. However, when they found themselves reunited on Ryloth, with drastically different circumstances, they have to learn anew how to navigate a changing world and their undeniable feelings for one another.

Master List of Chapters

Content/Trigger Warnings for Entire Work (individual chapter posts not labeled): wartime peril, injury, and death (chapters 12-14); pregnancy, birthing trauma, and infant loss (chapters 31-38); sexual assault up to kissing (chapter 19); relationship passion up to making out and heavy petting; sexual relationship alluded to but not described (no smut, sorry) ;)

Word Count: 300

40. Future Gazing While in Waiting

Author's Note: Whew, y'all. This is only my second full-length fanfic, and I really intended to just drop it as soon as they got together, skipping from his arrest to the part where they were reunited. But... I don't really know how to explain it... the stories seem to take on a life of their own, playing out in my mind. I mull it over, testing the options, and one always seems to rise above the others. Sometimes I try something and it doesn't fit, so it's discarded and rewritten. The angst and struggle of Aurelia's life after his arrest isn't something I normally like to even think about, let alone write. But for some reason it just felt right. I apologize if you started reading with expectations of a playful, romantic, fun ride... I hope there was a lot of that for you, and that the relative sobriety of the ending (for now) doesn't diminish that in the slightest. 

I do plan to continue the story, and I'm considering writing some lighthearted fluff as they readjust to life together on Coruscant, but I'm trying to keep the whole thing as canon-compliant as possible, meshing it as seamlessly as I can with The Bad Batch. So, most likely, it will have to be put on hold until season three comes out and we get a [hopefully happy] ending for our favorite clones. 

I can't express how much your votes and comments mean... I write for myself, honestly, but it brings immense joy to hear that others enjoy it as well!! I also am always wanting to improve, and constructive criticism is always welcome. I know we all have different preferences and styles, but I'm open to any and all feedback as I continue to enjoy this fantastic world of fanfic writing. :)  

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Feel free to tag a friend who loves Howzer or comment to be added to the tag list! <3

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MHA fic that i might write?

okay, so, im sure everyone on my blog at this point is aware how much i dont finish things, but i have been hit with a particularly vicious bout of inspiration backed by hyper fixation.

this fic has dad!for-one, white-haired!deku, fem!deku, bkdk, forced-manifested-quirk!deku, the works.

ill go ahead and post the summary, and then a bit of the prologue (warning, much will probably be rewritten before its actually posted on ao3)

SUMMARY

Midoriya Izuku was a mouse of a girl who spent the majority of her life doing one of three things — writing in her “Heroes Notes for the Future” notebooks, worshiping All Might, or following around Kacchan. Bakugo Katsuki was as bold as his quirk — he was loud and abrasive and wherever he went, eyes followed; he was entirely convinced of his own superiority, and there were only two others that could hold a candle, in his mind — Izu-kun, his other half and future hero partner, and All Might, his eternal rival for Izu-kun's affections.

Katsuki was present at Izuku's birth, and they had seemingly never parted. After that fateful day, their “first meeting," it seemed likely that they would be a part of each other's lives forever, and they were perfectly content with this fate.

When Midoriya Izuku is four, she watches a video of pro-hero All Might making his grand return to Japan in the form of a near-miraculous performance amidst a factory disaster and knows in her heart that she was meant to save. When Bakugo Katsuki is four, he watches a video of pro-hero All Might tell the world “I am here,” after saving every civilian in a hopeless situation and knows in his heart that he was meant to win. When Izu-kun is four, she tells her best friend that she will be a hero. When Kacchan is four, he tells his other half that they’d be heroes together. When a pair of blank-canvas children are four years old, they take fate’s weave into their own little hands and set to work.

When Midoriya Izuku is six, she is diagnosed as quirkless, and her world comes crashing down. When Bakugo Katsuki is six, his future hero partner is diagnosed as quirkless, and his heart is taken over by a raging fire fueled by the injustice his best friend faces. When Izu-kun is six, her other half tells her that they would tear down the world and rebuild it anew if they had to. When Kacchan is six, he tells his other half that she would be an empress. When the future Wonder Duo is six years old, they are filled with sparking conviction, and it catches on their infantile souls, and everything goes ablaze as twin stars are born, sharing one heart.

When Izuku is fourteen, she is told to kill herself. When Katsuki is fourteen, the only thing staying his yet unstained hands are the crystal tears dribbling over his fingers as they hold together the shattered remains of the only thing in the world that mattered. When Izu-kun is fourteen, she is attacked by a villain. When Kacchan is fourteen, All Might succeeds in saving his soulmate where he fails. When the Queen of Hope is fourteen years old, she is told her dreams are unreachable and she touches them anyway. When the King of Triumph is fourteen years old, he finds salvation in the first steps of a baby hero.

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Final post + New Blog

Hello hello! It's been a couple o' months since I posted. Last time, I mentioned I wasn't sure if I was comfortable with continuing the blog and I'm here to give an update on that.

Over the past few months, I have found myself to have moved on from the character Dr Jack Bright and have been solely focusing and working on my rewritten version of him which I have named Dr Abirt Kravitz.

In addition to that, I have made a new blog with Abirt instead. It's called @seven-pink-glasses.

With this, I want to officially end that-funky-family and start anew.

I want to thank everyone that's been fucking around with me in this blog. It was fun but yea, I'm just moving on.

See yall's over at Abirt's?

-@atinyladybug-daydreams

Link to Abirt's Blog:

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₊ ˙ ⊹ . 𝓑𝒆𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒓𝒔. NEUVILLETTE. WRIOTHESLEY ₊ ˙ ⊹ .

ৎ୭ — · · 1.8k ノ afab gn reader — inappriopriate use of work desk and work chair. semi public space — their office. no one is getting caught. petnames — love, beloved, darling. rewritten old post ノ sumeru version here!

₊ ˙ ⊹ . NEUVILLETTE ノ

“Monsieur Neuvillette, if someone walks in…” You try to negotiate weakly, but his eyes are closed and lips parted, his hands resting on your hips, guiding your movements. He’s sitting on his chair in his office; you’re in his lap, riding him.

How did this happen? You cannot think of it anymore, mind hazy and compliant ideas flowing out of your mind in the rhythm of his pelvis colliding with yours. In the middle of the day, to perform such activities is beyond improper — who would even think of assuming that the Iudex is busy urging you to continue impaling yourself on his leaky cock?

Not even an hour has passed since you entered your workplace, and he already has you on top of him, bouncing on his thighs, moaning into his shoulder, trying not to get too loud.

He’s not helping, not one bit, whispering obscene words into your ear, his grip tight, his girth stretching you so wonderfully, his breath shaky and hot, his chest pressed against your back.

You’re slipping away from the realm of consciousness at the sensation of him so deep inside of you, rubbing confessions of love against your inner walls with each languid roll to match your weakening moves. You don’t care about the consequences, the potential gossip, or the risk of getting caught.

It doesn’t matter anymore. He is now busy with you, and you let him do it all simply because his touch is addicting and his shaft is hitting places that make your brain fuzzy.

Surely, there must be a way to ensure your privacy in his office, at least to a sufficient extent. His grunts are so manly, just a tone lower than his usual whispers, and his lips leave a burning trace on your neck. He must feel rather confident in this situation.

“They will not see. I don’t want to risk showing you to anyone else,” he explains softly, his warm breath fanning your skin and his fingers gripping your waist. “I have the most beautiful darling in the world in my office, and I am lucky enough to enjoy you. I want to do it at my own pace, without distractions.”

Your heart skips a beat at his praise, and you feel your cheeks getting warm, cunt clenching around his delicious girth at the thought of being complimented like that. Seeing how Neuvillette takes you so lewdly, the sounds of your bodies filling the beautiful room lit with the early noon sunbeams.

“Ngh—! I beg you, Neuvi—” you sigh, burying your face in the crook of his neck, feeling his heartbeat pulsing on your skin, your arms wrapped around his torso.

His fingers trace circles on your lower back, his hips lifting up just an inch above the seat to meet yours, the poor chair under you both creaking with every thrust as his cock reaches your dewy depths. He’s not going rough, but rather slow and passionate, making you melt under his touches, your drenched pussy twitching around him, welcoming him each time anew.

Perhaps unnecessary to add — quite obvious, if you reevaluate his personality — but he’s not the kind of man who takes you quickly. He prefers to take his time and savour every moment, making sure that you know what you mean to him. Not a hopeless romantic, not in this meaning, but his love language is on a whole different level than of any mortal, making you cry tears of ecstasy and pleasure every time he claims you in a similar manner.

“Good… You’re so delectable and outstanding,” he murmurs, sounding so tender, a distinct contrast to his previous rhythm, the change of pace unexpected but welcomed. “I will let you come soon, alright? Will you cum for me, beloved?”

He asks so kindly, like a gentleman brushing his lips along the shell of your ear. The combination of his sweet pleas — nothing that could even be called a dirty talk — and the endearments he uses to address you send shivers down your spine, making your toes curl in a rush of affection.

“Yes, I will. Of course, I will,” you answer, grinding against him harder, trying to find the perfect angle to reach the vertiginous peak of delirium.

“My pretty, pretty darling,” he continues, and his words alone send you over the edge.

You arch your back, moaning his name, riding out your orgasm on his shaft, trembling in his arms. His hands move down your waist and grab your ass, digging into the supple flesh. He keeps you pressed tightly to his hips, the tip of his cock nuzzling against your womb. Just once, a shy kiss to bring you to the finale as your fluttering walls squeeze his whole girth in spasms.

The warmth spreading from his groin and the pressure building announce the impending release, following not long after you. Neuvillette bites his lip, stifling a loud groan, whilst burying his face into your chest, like he’s seeking a safe embrace during the moments of the highest sensitivity. His hips stutter with spurts of hot, creamy cum spilling inside your pussy, filling you to the brim, dripping down his length as he tries to push into you for the last few times.

“Ohh, monsieur—” you weep, such a saccharine sound reaching his ears, when you try to lift yourself off his lap, too weak to actually do this and giving up to sink into his arm once again.

“Yes, my love? Are my words that much of a blessing?” his voice is ragged, a wee decoloured from the perfect tone, but smiling nevertheless.

₊ ˙ ⊹ . WRIOTHESLEY ノ

You accidentally yelp, the sound immediately causing the crumpled tie to be put into your mouth with force. But are you really sorry for breaking the promise of being silent? If disobeying only results in you being pounded faster and deeper by Wriothesley, the Duke of the Fortress of Meropide, where are the bad consequences?

Isn’t that exactly what you wanted to achieve, anyway?

“Shh, little thing,” he mutters, his voice a low whisper, a dangerous growl that sends shivers down your spine. “I told you not to be too loud. I would hate if anyone interrupted our little meeting.”

He doesn’t have to look at you to know that his words have their effect on you. He can feel you twitch around his length, squeezing him so tightly he needs to exhale deeply to control himself from cumming immediately after. The friction is so delicious whilst his cock pounds against your fluttering walls, sinking into the warm tightness.

The sounds of your sweet, debauched sobs are muffled by the fabric he shoved between your salivating lips, so there’s not much you can do about the overwhelming pressure building up from your underbelly. The very confirmation of your state are your juices creaming his balls and creating a wet patch on his thighs.

The Duke is a man of honour, more or less, and his promises are true. He told you not to moan, not to scream, not to beg for more, and here he is — pushing his whole girth into your needy hole in a punishing rhythm, pounding into you with all the force he has.

But, again, are you sorry? Not even one bit, especially when his pelvis hits the curve of your ass, the impact sending sparks of pleasure through your whole body.

However, knowing that he may leave you unsatisfied is enough not to tease him any more and to obey the only rule he has set for you from now on.

It’s difficult to imagine what it must have felt like to see you bent over his desk, picking up stamped documents, the perfect angle and curvature of your silhouette accentuated with the dimmed light. And now you are paying the price — the sweet, sweet consequence of your sultry subconcious teasing.

He’s been stressed, dissatisfied. On edge for a while, ever since that previous issue in the Fortress, and seeing the work piling up in the corner of his office wasn’t helping. Thankfully, at the very moment he has you flat on his working space, his cock buried deep in your hole, his heavy balls slapping against your ass, and everything is so much better. Well, nearing painful, the pleasure so intense, and yet, his strong, rough hands gripping your hips and forcing your body to meet his are the best feeling you could ever hope for.

Driven by lust, fucking you like his life depends on it, his veiny shaft hits spots that make your eyes roll back in ecstasy. He’s not a gentle lover. No, not even a bit. His breathing is ragged, his usually spiky hair now sticking to his sweaty forehead, his collar shirt soaked around his neck.

Alas, who can blame him? He’s been deprived of his daily dose of intimacy and finally getting what he desires. The sound of his hefty erection ramming into you fills the room, his shuddering thighs slamming against your own in a feral dance. One slip up, one tiny mistake, and he will leave you without a satisfying ending; thus, you try your best to stay silent, his orders still echoing in your head.

“Yes, lovely, just like that,” his praises are whispered right into your ear, his lips brushing against your feverish skin, the heat radiating from your bodies.

Wriothesley adores this sight.

The taste of your lips, the scent of your arousal, the vice grip of your pussy swallowing his cock, the damp sounds of your juices mixing with his precum…

It seems so trivial, as if your fucked-out brain is mocking you for even thinking about this. But all you can hear is his soft moans and curses under his breath, and all you can feel is him sinking into your warmth over and over again, splitting you open.

A broken man with his own morals, and he has his own way of expressing affection. Sometimes, it’s sweet and tender lovemaking, and sometimes, it’s rough fucking on his desk, and sometimes he will simply eat you out in the dark corner of the Fortress. Regardless, it always ends with your breathless voice telling him how amazing he was, and then the soft giggles once the adrenaline and the heat die down.

“Endure it just a little bit longer,” he purrs, and his voice sounds so raspy, his accent stronger, his words laced with addictive affection.

That little game of being quiet or getting caught by the people passing by — well, he didn’t lie about it, did he?

[another-dra-anew]

NOT BESTIES -(This post is under construction! Shoot an ask to @another-dra-anew if you’d like to read the old version)-

Can I read the old version please? I'm new and I'm trying to binge it but I can't unless either the construction finishes or you let me read the old version so please? Also good job so far.

Sorry for late response, I was looking for this in the wrong archive and was so confused why I couldn't find it </3. And thank you so much for the kind words!!! I hope you enjoy, have fun with the binge reading!!

Note: The prologue gets restructured a bit, in the original version of beta, the Fight! post includes Maeda hitting Higa in response to Higa hitting Kobashikawa, instead of Tsurugi defusing the situation. That context should help you understand this post + the rest of the rewritten posts!

Additionally, using this as a chance to update on prologue rewrite progress: My current hope is to finish Chapter Three by the end of 2024, at which point I think I'll go on hiatus to work on outlining Chapter Four, and I'll work on that + finishing prologue rewrites! I included what I have for the rewritten version of the Not Besties post under the cut, but I digress; here's the original version! (It doesn't have a narration, interestingly)

~*~

Maeda - ...

Maeda - I mean, he had it coming...

~*~

Maeda, narrating - Why... the fuck did I just do that?

Kobashikawa - Oh…

Kobashikawa - I feel fine, thank you!

Kobashikawa - Admittedly, I am a bit shaken up, but Higa isn’t the first person who’s gotten violent due to me being mute…

Kobashikawa - I’m just happy to see he’s the only one here who seems to have those feelings regarding me

Maeda - …

Maeda - I mean, he had it coming.

Maki - Dude.

Uehara - That was sick!

Hatano - Higa was being kinda mean…

Ōtori - Kinda? Tsurugi just said that shit could count as a fucking hate crime!

Tsurugi - Speaking of, shouldn’t we be focusing on Kobashikawa?

Inori - Shit, you’re right.

Maeda, narrating - Tsurugi and Inori seem to be taking care of Kobashikawa, but he’s not the only one who got hit..

Mekaru - Higa does suck, but I feel like we should check on him too, just be sure that he isn’t dead…

Ōtori - Would that be such a bad thing?

Iranami - I’m honestly surprised that the SHSL soccer player got taken down that easily.

Yamaguchi - Maeda, you’re like freaky strong!

Yamaguchi - Just what life have you lived to get you there…

Tomori - Maeda, don’t answer that, Yamaguchi isn’t entitled to any of your personal life, you’ll just make him worse.

Maeda - Yeah, that’s probably for the best…

/A faint snapping rings throughout the room. It’s from Kobashikawa, who’s now being helped to his feet by Tsurugi. Ōtori walks over to help steady his friend and act as translator

Kobashikawa - Sorry to interrupt…

Kobashikawa - I just wanted to thank you for doing something about Higa.

Maeda - Of course, he was being a dick, and I just didn’t have the self control to not do anything about it.

Kobashikawa - By doing something about it, you showed care for others, not a lack of self control.

Maeda - Thank you.. I don’t quite know what to say.

Kurokawa - In that case: good job on getting back up again Kobashikawa!

Hatano - Yeah, Higa seemed to really pack a punch, but you look like you’re doing fine!

~*~

Maeda, narrating - and with that, everyone dispersed into conversation, bar Higa, who still lied alone on the floor.

Maeda - Did… did I make the right choice?

Here's an excerpt from what I have rewritten for this post, this aligns more with where we are in the rewritten prologue plotline!

~*~

Maeda, narrating - I don’t think I want to talk with anyone else…

Maeda - Looking around, it seems like everyone’s on the same page.

Maeda - …But… the one thing is, I don’t understand just what we’re waiting for.

Maeda - Maybe it’s because they’ve all been outside of the room, and once I leave, I’ll know too… but while I’m waiting, I’m really curious. What do they know that I don’t?

~*~

Tomori - …Is everyone ready to go?

Taira - It seems like it, yes.

Kobashikawa - Do we have… any plan of attack, or…?

Tsurugi - …

Uehara - Fuck around, find out?

Hatano - …

Hatano - Well, that’s… great…

Maeda - …I’m sorry, what’s going on?

Tsurugi - Oh! That’s right, Maeda…

Tsurugi - Uhm… don’t worry, there’s not like… wolves, or trained assassins outside…

Kurokawa - There’s lions, though, so that’s a problem…

Tsurugi - …And tigers.

Kurokawa - …Oh! Yes, right. The tigers. The totally real tigers.

Kurokawa - And, of course, we have to tell you about the bears. Can’t forget the bears…

Kurokawa - …

Maeda - …?

Tsurugi - …Oh my!

Kurokawa - There we are. Hehe~

Kurokawa - Just joking,though- there’s like… totally nothing out there.

Maki - Which… that’s part of the issue.

Yamaguchi - Oh yeah, dude! It’s a total ghost town out there-

Yamaguchi - We all woke up in different rooms- well, not really. We all woke up with two of us together, and some of us weren’t actually in rooms, but in, like, hallways, but-

Inori - There isn’t anyone else in the school. All we know is that we were going to orientation, and then we woke up here.

[bhaalbabebardlock]

~Daisies on my Nightstand~

~Chapter 119- Hellfire~

I don't ever post the full chapters to Tumblr but this one is so short, I figured I might as well. It is of course already on AO3

Astarion's POV.

*Less than one hour after she disappeared*

First things first. Deal with this mess.

Secondly, find out where the hell she went. Who does she think she is?

*9 hours after she disappeared*

Third- deal with the idiots that have somehow managed to find their way to knocking on your door. Inconvenient timing. Or convenient, you're unsure. If you can't take your anger out on her then the two of them will suffice. For now.

***

“Coming here was a mistake, cleric. You and the damned druid. She isn't here to protect you. She left.” He snarled the words out at her, the malice and disdain he felt dripping out of every word.

“Where is she? Where is Gale? What did you do, Astarion?”

“Gale. I hardly did a thing. She's the one who murdered-”

He clutched at his chest, tearing his shirt open as pain tore through every inch of his body. He fell to his knees on the ground, gasping for air. It felt like the hells themselves were tearing under his skin, ripping apart every cell he had and restructuring them anew. Every molecule of his very being was being cleaved, burned, rewritten.

“Fucking Selûnite, what are you doing to me?” His shout echoed off the walls of the large room, making her stumble back from him even further than she already was.

“I'm not doing anything!”

He screamed something, he wasn't sure. Maybe this is death. Maybe this is what I asked for. The agony felt never ending, a ceaseless inferno igniting his flesh again and again.

Until it wasn't.

Until it was quiet.

He took gulping breaths of air, feeling like he couldn't breathe- like he needed to breathe, his lungs burning. He froze as his brow furrowed in confusion. I don't need to breathe. He raised his hands slowly, watching the tremble in his normally steady fingers.

His eyes widened, a startled noise falling from his mouth.

A red flush on his arms.

The pulse in his wrist thrumming softly.

What happened to me?

***

[xanother]

Hello! This blog is an AU version of Xehanort written post-kh3. This blog is a sideblog to @blindwielder and is attached the that very same AU. You do not need to be writing with that Riku to have Xehanort be a certified Bastard Man to your character, but there are likely still going to be references to things that occur with that Riku.

Heyo. This is Sparks. I'm a 25+ y/o who works full time M-F and I enjoy RPing from time to time.

I don't send in passwords - sorry!

Because I work M-F I can be pretty sparse when it comes to being on the dash. I try to limit how much time I'm there. I do tend to put up inbox calls so please take advantage of them if you'd like asks. I try to avoid reblogging too many asks or memes myself mostly because it can easily be overwhelming.

This blog is OC friendly in that I, Sparks, enjoy OCs. Xehanort is another matter. He will treat them just as poorly as any canon character.

This AU is a spoiler to KH3. Please read with care.

Xehanort is a bastard man and none of that will be sugarcoated here. He has done awful things and he will continue to do awful things. This blog does not exist to redeem him. This blog exists to write a bastard man who is willing to do anything he needs to in order to accomplish his goals, and torturing children is on that list.

Please assume that triggering topics can come up. Child abuse, mental and emotional and physical abuse, gaslighting, manipulation, and an utter lack of regard towards the well-being of anyone else are all par for the coarse. Anything more explicit, such as blood or gore or usage of common triggering items like blades or needles, will be tagged. Absolutely nothing sexual will occur here.

AU information will be below the cut due to spoilers.

In this AU, Riku - and potentially others - die and are not saved by Sora. Xehanort is not defeated, but his plan doesn't succeed either. Instead Xehanort takes what remains of Riku's heart and flees to Quadratum.

His current goal is to use Riku as a vessel in order to gain more time to start anew, and in order to not have Riku fight back as a vessel Xehanort has rewritten his memories so that Riku believes himself to be Xehanort's child, and is also in the process of shattering Riku's will so that nothing remains once his heart is taken.

[i-did-not-mean-to]

Open letter to the Tolkien-fandom in general, and the Silmarillion-fandom in particular,

I, Fëanáro Curufinwë, firstborn son to Finwë and Míriel Þerindë, demand humbly petition to be treated better by you!

As all the others whom you extol to Tirion and back, I have languished in Mandos for long ages, and I cannot comprehend why I am the one who’s consistently treated like a villainous scoundrel.

May I remind you that my sons—whom I love very much—have perpetrated the most heinous crimes and yet, they seem to have found forgiveness in your eyes? The only twins I’ve ever thrown into a forest were my own and both came back alive and laughing; besides, I have never stolen babies from their cradle or driven young women into the cold, lethal arms of the ocean!

Moreover, even Morgoth—foe of foes—is granted mellifluous, romantic epics while I am always either abusing my wife, my siblings, or my children.

In your retellings and variations of the official accounts, I am also invariably dying, and everyone seems relieved my demise has differing effects—most of them insulting—on my immediate family and friends, depending on the writer and their mood.

Few and far in-between are the versions in which I am kept alive—unfortunately, this usually implies that someone else (like Ñolo who is then deplored bitterly) must die in my stead, which I find particularly unfair. I am either the unmourned or the aggrieved party, which sounds like a cruel jest.

You also appear to delight in imagining my torture slow mending in Mandos—I’d like to know why?

In truth, I’d love to believe that you merely imagine me as a tragic character, but I fail to feel the warm sympathy and the desire to comfort me in the way you treat me.

Consequently, I ask you very earnestly: Do I not deserve a happy end as well?

May not I also be made anew and be rewritten with a little more compassion?

I have seen the tales of my oldest son and his infamous, devious, seductive cousin, and I am likewise aware of how Turcafinwë—the rogue—has amassed fans and followers despite his condemnable behaviour.

Furthermore, the enemy and his terrible lieutenant, the self-satisfied Valar, and even Arafin’s ridiculous son (and Thingol! Elu Thingol—hmmm, I’d rather not expand on dead progeny and cursed stones at the present moment…But what about that Túrin who wed his own sister? Or Irissë’s maladapted son, the sneaky traitor?) have been habitually depicted in scenarios ranging from poetic to downright bawdy—thus, I shall refuse any attempt at convincing me that it’s the severity of my crimes that bars me from being shown in a positive, affectionate light. I see through your lies and cheap subterfuges easily!

Eru be my witness, even Indis’ sons have people lavishing praise and adoration upon their unworthy unnoteworthy ancillary heads—let me assure you, I am still the fairest and most impressive of my people!

Either way, I shall be standing here (right here!)—as soon as I’ve freshened up somewhat—to welcome the good people and brave writers stepping forth from the ranks of defamatory equivocators and literary cowards to give me what is due kindly bestow their gifts upon one humbled by his long absence and sincere penitence.

Fëanáro (etc)

Note by the editor (me): I decline all responsibility for this missive.

Nonetheless, I'd encourage you to be gentler with Fëanor (and maybe give his half-brothers some love?)

Ps: Here is your call-out post @ettelene; look what you've done!!!!!🥺💔

@i-did-not-mean-to commissioned me to draw Feanor being sad about people saying mean things about him on the internet, with an optional Nolo trying to comfort him. Now, Nolo is smart enough to not try to get to close to angy Feanor, so he tries talking him out of it instead. It works Extras:

And to IDNMT: Thank you so much for your support and kindness, not only for me, but for so many other people. You are amazing.

[anakinisvaderisanakin]

My entry for Rebels-week: Discourse, Ahsoka vs Vader.

I’ve seen quite a few posts online questioning why could seemingly Ahsoka (almost) go toe to toe with Vader in Twilight of the Apprentice; and I figured I’d break down why I believe she succeeded as far as she did. I have three main arguments, although they interlock and are valid contributors to one final conclusion.

One - Ahsoka was trained by Anakin. Vader is Anakin.

Despite the fact that as Vader, he has adapted new saber techniques, new practices, and relies much less on just raw Force power and more on physical brute prowess; he is still the man that trained Ahsoka as a padawan. She has learnt everything from him, and the signature moves Vader has maintained from his days as her master she inevitably would be familiar with.

Ahsoka would know how to counteract these moves; and how to sneak past Vader’s aggressive offenses. While he is a tad more restrained as Vader; Anakin still does fight with an overtly aggressive lenience. If we as an audience can still recognize certain moves of Vader's from his Jedi days, it goes without saying that Ahsoka would have no problem picking up on the same thing and deducing beforehand what move to make next as a counter attack. Add to that the fact that Dave Filoni himself did point out that Anakin trained Ahsoka specifically to be able to take on enemies much stronger and larger than her - a description Vader fits perfectly.

Pretty ironic.

Two - Ahsoka is powerful.

We may have not been tuned in to see Ahsoka hone her skills with the Force between her appearance in Rebels and her self titled book; but it is clear she has definitely grown. The Siege of Mandalore arc already gives us clues to her skill as a duelist when she actually beats Maul. Filoni pointed out that Ahsoka is an OP of the SWR universe; and that using her in the show too much would have lowered the stakes all around. He mentioned that only Vader (or the Emperor) would pose a threat to her - something I can definitely buy into - and thus, not only because of their history, but because of their powers with the Force; the two had to fight each other if we were to receive any duel worth writing home about.

Ahsoka’s appearances in Rebels are kept to a bare minimum, as are Vader’s. When Ahsoka leaves the show, so does Vader. Because neither Kanan nor Ezra stand a chance against Vader; we have seen him very nearly kill them both in Siege of Lothal; we know he could easily pick them off, especially in one-on-one combat. Vader is too powerful for our remaining heroes where the Force is concerned; and using him as a villain is pointless when we know he would win - or have to be severely downgraded in a manner that might break, or at the very least bend pre-established canon.

Hence; we know Ahsoka is the only Force wielder within the show’s direct vicinity who can take Vader on in a battle with any hopes of lasting a good amount of time, and even she would not have survived had Ezra not found a way to save her.

Three - the final argument, and my favourite.

Vader struggles briefly against Ahsoka because he still cares for her, deep down. This is the same reason he didn’t obliterate Luke in Empire; although of course Luke means much more to him in the end. Vader even asks Ahsoka, just as he later does Luke, to join him. He professes himself that they “need not be adversaries,” suggesting he would rather see her turn to the Dark Side as his apprentice, in favour of downright executing her. He will kill her if need be, as we see, but he doesn’t miss the opportunity to attempt to sway her beforehand.

Ahsoka was Anakin’s padawan, as close to his heart as any blood related little sister would be. I would argue she is the closest thing to Luke, and Padmé, in terms of Anakin's attachment. Indeed, there is the attachment to Obi-Wan; but him and Anakin clearly harboured a sort of brotherly rivalry - which in Anakin, as he fell to the Dark Side, would develop into full on resentment.

This did not happen where Ahsoka is concerned; Anakin is indeed still bitter towards her, but instead of obsessively hunting her to kill her as he does Obi-Wan; he offers her to join him, and does promise her mercy if she helps him in his quest. This speaks of how important Ahsoka is to Vader, even now.

Neither can we forget the evidence supporting this final point; that Vader actually hesitates when Ahsoka professes she “won't leave you this time”. You see it in his eyes; you can tell he's taken aback and rattled. You can tell it raises painful memories; and that Vader for a moment allows himself to open up to his past, and the pain he struggled with when Ahsoka first left the Jedi Order, as well as her almost callously brushing him off when they finally did have a chance to catch up in favour of rushing off to Mandalore.

Meanwhile Ahsoka blames herself, and believes she should have stayed for Anakin’s sake; she too doubts and second guesses her own decision as we see in Shroud of Darkness. We, the audience, know that the vision she is shown is likely very close to - if not spot on - how Vader is feeling towards what he views as her betrayal.

Final thoughts.

In conclusion; while I don't believe Vader was truly struggling against Ahsoka in terms of sheer skill and power, it is evident that he underestimates her. He knows only the saber duelist he trained during The Clone Wars, and has as little of an idea regarding how much she has grown as we do. He knows she's skilled, more so than his Inquisitors, which I would presume to be another reason why he requests of her to join him.

But he doesn't know how skilled she is now. On top of that, Ahsoka is clearly more defensive than anything throughout their duel; her only real attempt at a strike is when she splits open Vader's mask. She knows she's outmatched, and she's trying to stall Vader in order for Ezra and the crew to escape. She is only keeping Vader busy; because she's the only one who stands a fighting chance. And Vader is surprised she can stay on her feet as long as she does.

When she finally does land a blow; he's visibly shocked. And when she addresses that she won’t abandon him, and clearly shows that she is not afraid of him or of dying by his hand - Vader is overcome by a sliver of his old love for her, which is what reinvigorates his urge to kill her and sees him victorious in the end. If he was merely testing her limits before, he's not taking any risks now and he bests her.

Ahsoka is Anakin's apprentice, who has become an extremely talented duelist in her own right. But she is also one of the people Anakin loved the most. 

These things combined make her a fierce adversary for Vader; and it is all of that old attachment that links her to Vader's past which has him somewhat faltering during their final battle. This is why he goes from willing to spare her if she complies; to vowing to kill her when she refuses. If he cannot convince her to side with him and justify the lingering remnants of their old bond by making her useful; it has to die with her - as does every other remainder of who Vader really is.

To add the one thing I forgot - the way in which Vader does not brush Ahsoka off when she calls him Anakin. He startles, and instead of her receiving his usual “that name no longer holds any meaning for me,” tangent; he allows it. In that brief moment, he cannot deny that he is Anakin, and that Ahsoka and him have this deep connection. When he later states that she must die; he doesn’t say it as a threat or as a promise. It’s warning to her, that if she doesn’t leave now - he will not be held responsible for her fate. She can still flee and leave one last time, if she wishes to.

It is clear that Vader deep down doesn’t want to kill Ahsoka. Add to that, the fact that while she does engage in some defensive tactics; Ahsoka is actually the offensive combatant when they intially engage in battle. She attacks Vader first; which is another uncharacteristic mark of any duel Vader has taken part in. Usually, it’s Vader who’s on the offensive.

Thus, when Ahsoka calls Vader Anakin; it has meaning. She finally admits to herself what she has suspected and denied, but deep down knows, is true. Meanwhile, Vader for a fleeting moment acknowledges the same thing. He is Anakin; and besides Luke, Ahsoka is the only person who has ever managed to get such a reaction out of Vader. She came the closest, and that’s worthy of admiration.

[raksh-writes]

Oof, seems like I'm gonna have many rewriting sessions for this scene alone, huh

[muniimyg]

no give backs // kth

an accidental kiss between you and a friend causes a discovery of unacknowledged feelings and it all simply makes you want to cry. 

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pairing:

taehyung + oc 

au/genre:

friends to lovers

college au

fluff fluff flfuflflflsdfs

warnings:

explicit language

mentions of ill intentions of others / slight implied smut

repetition with oc’s angry feelings and somewhat of an inconsiderate taehyung

wc: 2.9k 

note: this one shot was originally posted by me (@/omot7) in 2020/2021. i have deactivated and began anew here. this one shot has been rewritten for various purposes. i welcome you to it’s remake. please let me know your thoughts and comments through reblogs, asks, or even msgs! i would love to hear it all ♡

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“Get out.”

You catch him before he can commit any more crimes. Taehyung is slightly bent over, lifting your bed covers, ready to settle in. He pauses, turns his body, and smiles at you. You greet him with an annoyed look to which he cutely drops your covers and puts his hands up in surrender. 

“Hello to you too, sags.”

“Get out,” you repeat. This time, the tone was a little drier. You wish he’d take the hint. You’re not in the mood for him today. You weren’t in the mood for him yesterday or the day before then. 

Then again, when are you ever in the mood?

“Still mad at me?”

“Yup.”

“But why?” he whines. “I’m so cute, I said sorry, and I’m so fucking cute..” he counts his reasons with his fingers, sending you a pouty face. You roll your eyes and push past him. He stumbles, pretending like the way you pushed him away had some sort of special strength involved. Taehyung scratches the back of his head stuck on what to do next. 

“I don’t like you very much right now.” 

He knew you were in a bad mood but he never realized how annoying you get when you overreact. There’s a smug look on his face that makes your blood boil and he’s very much aware but your frustration is only boosting his ego. 

Taehyung could never admit it out loud, but picking on you truly brought him joy. It made his day feel complete and quickly realized that it was no fun when he’d push you too far. But he had a lot of hope! He was a hopeful guy. 

Hopeful and just plain lucky. Taehyung is well aware of your bad habit of coming back to him.

“Oh, get over it!” he chuckles, following you around your room. You’re undressing your outerwear and crawling into bed. You slap his hand the moment it touches your covers. It’s silent as he stands beside your bed. 

“Do you know what your dining hall is serving for breakfast tomorrow? Nam Joon tried cooking earlier today and our stove isn’t functioning anymore! Can you believe that fucker—”

“Kim Taehyung!” you snap. This was entirely infuriating. How could he be so insensitive to you right now? It was all his fault. 

Does he not understand that? How disappointing this all was for you? You feel so used and underappreciated. Like you weren’t loved. 

“Yes, sags?” Taehyung’s tone lingers with innocence and it does everything but amuse you. Would you really confront him? Right here, right now? 

Is this anger getting out of hand? You feel so restricted. Like you’ve reached a certain limit and it was all thanks to him and his playful ways. If you’re going to burst, it might as well be now, right? The first thing to know about Taehyung is that he’s an easy-going guy. A lot of times that meant he came with no judgment. No strings, no feelings. 

Except for these feelings. 

You would hold him accountable for these ones. 

You huff, “you literally stole my first kiss, don’t text me these past few days, and the first thing you want to talk about is what you’ll be eating for breakfast tomorrow? Not to mention how you broke into my dorm. How’d you even get in?”

“Did you forget whose dating your DA?”

You bite your tongue. 

“I hate Yoongi sometimes,” you grumble. “But that’s not the point! Taehyung, I’m so mad at you.”

“And you shouldn’t be mad at me! You should actually be thanking me.. Who knows what loser would’ve kissed you instead of me? You’re so fucking welcome.” 

He can’t be serious. 

Is he insane? 

Your mouth drops open and you quickly begin to hit his chest and shoulders. “Taehyung, I will literally—“

“You’ll like, totally, literally, what? Why are you speaking like—”

“Like I’ve been kissed?”

“Like you’re dumb!” he deadpans. 

You’re not dumb. 

He knew that. You knew that. Everyone knew that. 

You’re a good student; too soft and kind for your own good. Having a friend like Taehyung helped balance your world. He was definitely a mix of trouble and more. From his party habits, the trail of broken hearts he seems to walk around with, and his challenging aura; he had a way with you. It was yin and yang, give and take, all or nothing with him. 

“___, it doesn’t have to be a big deal. You’re overreacting—”

“You know what?” you cut him off. “I am dumb. I’m friends with dumber people, though. Dumb people who are literal thieves!”

“Stop with the literally!” he groans, bringing his hands to cover his face. “I will literally get a headache!”

“And I’ll literally get herpes! You’ve kissed like fifty girls—”

“Yeah but like, on a slow night,” he interjects.

“Oh shut up, you slut. I’ll actually kill you right here, right now!” Before Taehyung knows it, you’re launching yourself to him and picking on his body. You’re poking, tickling, pushing, and soon your fist clench and begin to hit his chest. Heavily, you breathe his name again as his laughter calms from your little outburst.

It’s sudden but foreseen; you can’t help it but begin to sob.

Quickly, he holds your hands, putting them down. With his own, he begins to wipe the tears streaming down your face and lets you catch your breath. “I can’t believe a s-stupid fratboy stole my first k-kiss. I just wanted,” you pause. “I j-just wa-wanted to see your BioChem notes. I’m never skipping that class ever again! Doesn’t matter if I had a dentist appointment or anything. Never again!”

“Stupid fratboy? Is that what you think of me, ___? Your charming first kiss; a stupid fratboy? At least call me good-looking.” He teases as you push his hands away from you. 

You huff and close your eyes in frustration, taking a seat on the edge of your bed. 

Again, you’re in disbelief at how insane Kim Taehyung is. 

He can not be serious. 

Before you know it, tears threaten to arise and you take a deep breath again. Trying to control your emotional build-up, Taehyung laughs at the sight of your clenched fists and puffy cheeks. This time you look sad. He thinks it’s cute that you’re upset. 

Not that he liked seeing you cry or anything.. Just liked seeing you vulnerable. Probably one of the reasons why he kissed you out of nowhere. 

You two have been friends for almost three years and this is still his favourite part of your friendship. Whether if it was you excitedly, loudly, and hurriedly speaking about something good; he liked being around, or when you’re lost for words, frustrated with your own feelings, and fighting tears; he liked being again. It made him feel something knowing he’s the one that can calm your anger even if he’s the cause of it. It made him feel like something when you came to him happily. 

Whenever you’d draw near, he’d feel something deep down. 

His pleasure is cut short when a tear rolls down your cheek. You’re crying again in soft whimpers. 

“Okay, okay,” he panics, taking a seat next to you, moving closer. He takes his hands and places them on each side of your face. “I took your first kiss, but I’m not sorry. You were so pretty and your lips looked like a virgin. Also, your boobs were just right in my face. Kissing your lips would’ve been safer than your tits,” he attempts. You don’t let him in. He chases your eyes. “What do you want me to do about it, ___?”

The audacity this guy has makes you burn.

Your boobs? Your boobs were not in his face! His eyes were on it but what’s new?

You’ve always known Taehyung to be a little flirty. It would be a lie to say you haven’t flirted with him here and there; but for the most part, you cared for him as a friend. A good-looking, clingy, could-be-your-boyfriend-if-you-wished-hard-enough friend. Yet, none of that mattered compared to this disaster! This was your sacred first kiss that wasn’t supposed to be wasted on a harmless totally platonic friendship. 

Not Kim Taehyung. 

“Give it back!” You cry, turning your face away and wiping your own tears with your hands. “You ruined everything. My first kiss was supposed to—”

“Happen sometime in your childhood and teen years. ___, you’re literally in your twenties and have never been kissed—”

“Nothing is wrong with that!”

“Nothing is wrong with that. What is wrong is you wasting it on the wrong guy. If I wasn’t going to do it and word spread; you’d be the target of every stupid boy. Not just the frat ones.” Taehyung defends. “God, and here everyone is thinking you’re a hoe when you’re such a pussy. Crying over a first kiss? How will our baby ___ survive?”

“It was wasted. It was with you.”

“Is that how you really feel, ___?”

Although his dumb explanation is valid, it doesn’t process. You’re still in disbelief and completely consumed over the fact that your first kiss was stolen by your best friend instead of someone that was more of a boyfriend to you. Someone who thought you were pretty and made your stomach swirl; not the guy that calls you “saggytits.” 

Hence, sags. 

It’s no secret Taehyung has taken a shot at you (your boobs) here and there and leeches on you to eat at your dorm dining hall but come to think of it.. That’s not entirely the case. Taehyung just likes spending his morning with you. Something about how it gets him in a better mood. 

Also, it’s not like you never expected your first kiss to never happen.. You just never pushed it to occur. You didn’t want to lose yourself to sex and all that. Your parents would have never let you live if they found out you were kissing boys instead of studying or being the good girl they expected you to be. Also you just didn’t want to give in to the peer pressure growing up. Peer pressure is just as disappointing as men.

As time passed by, it became more and more important for you to guard it. You figured that if you waited this long for your first kiss; it might as well mean something. In all honesty, you don’t really expect it to be perfect. You didn’t expect a romantic moment where once your lips touch, rain pours and there are rose petals everywhere. You didn’t need all the clichés but you did need it to mean something with someone. 

Maybe with Park Jimin! He’s Taehyung’s extremely cute dancer friend that calls you “princess,” (which makes Taehyung want to throw up) and greets you with kisses on the cheeks. You’d be lying if you never wondered what it would be like if he missed your cheeks and found his way to your glossy lips. 

But that’s aside from the point. The point is: it might as well mean more than a moment of casual flirting over BioChem notes in your dorm with your ugly unmotorized lips. 

As the thoughts fill your mind, you pick up your textbook from your nightstand table beside you and begin to hit him with it. “I hate you! You ruined my life!” 

“Why’d you kiss back if you hated it so much?” Taehyung laughs, grasping your wrist and refraining you from hitting him. 

A little shocked, you quickly tell him: ���It was my first kiss, I didn’t know what to do—”

He cuts you off again but this time he pulls you in a little. 

“You push me away if you hate it.”

He inches closer. You stay still, beginning to lose yourself in his damn eyes again. You gulp at the closeness. 

“I kissed you, so what? I did you a favour. Don’t make it such a big deal.” Taehyung takes the textbook from you and places it back on nightstand. “And what’s with all this hitting? Don’t you think it was hard for me to do the charity work too?”

“C-charity work?” You gasp, shoving him and pinning him down on your bed. On top, you cross your arms and glare at him dirtily. 

A sparkle in his eye. 

There’s a freaking sparkle in his eyes. 

Then there’s an uncomfortable atmosphere that kicks in, causing you to get off of him and straighten your posture. Sitting up and further from him, he clears his throat as he sits up as well. Although you and Taehyung haven’t been friends for long, you two became close way too easy way too fast. Being friends with Taehyung over time has defiantly been a challenge. Physically, this was normal. Why was it suddenly feeling weird between you two? 

Breaking the silence, you begin again. “But.. You stole my first kiss. It was supposed to be—“

With a mocking voice, he teases you. “Be what? Special? Fireworks? With Jimin—“

“Stop mocking me! Firsts are important, Tae.. And you ruined it for me.” You say quietly folding. You feel so small, so hurt, and disappointed. 

You’re still so confused. 

How could he do this to you?

 “And yes. Maybe. If Jimin wanted to kiss me I would have let him. I know he would have at least asked and made it more romantic.” You pettily say. 

“Fuck you, ___,” he says with a slight tone in his voice. Now he’s getting worked up and for a moment you contemplate if you want to continue your whining. “What do you want me to do, ___? I already told you I’m not sorry.”

“And why not?”

“I liked kissing you.”

What. 

What. What. What. 

He catches your mouth slightly agape. “What do you want from me, ___?”

“I.. Uhmm.. I want,” you’re nervous. Taehyung has moved closer to you again, his hand is on top of yours again, and he’s.. He’s leaning in? Again?

“G-give it back.” You state with a serious face, but your stuttering words and unsure tone beg to differ. Taehyung stares at you blankly. 

“I’m afraid it’s a ‘no-give-back’ kind of thing, sags.”

“You took it!” you cry for the millionth time tonight. “Since you’re so smart taking it, you should be able to give it back!” 

“___, I don’t know how! Honestly, if I knew you were going to be such a bitch about this, I wouldn’t have—”

“Well, figure it out.. Oh wait!” you laugh evilly. “You can’t! And that’s exactly my point, Taehyung! You shouldn’t have! Don’t take things that aren’t for you, you idiot! God, you can be so inconsiderate sometimes—”

It feels like déjà vu. Taehyung is inches away from you, towering over and eyeing your lips. It feels hypnotizing; completely enchanting to be in this moment with him. You can’t help your heart from beating so fast. Unlike the first time, you felt this moment build up and you’ve never seen Taehyung like this.. So stern and attractive in a way that you want him.

He’s always just been a friend. 

What is he now?

Why are his eyes so pretty right now?

When did his bone structure look so flawless? And his cheeks.. Why are they so.. Cute? Why is he captivating you right now? What the hell is happening.. 

You should be immune to him. 

He’s just a friend. 

Taehyung is just a friend. 

He’s just a stupid fratboy.

“You want it back so bad? Here.” Taehyung doesn’t wait for your response.

 Before you know it, he’s crashing his lips onto yours. Almost immediately, your lips sync into his and you almost gasp when he slips his tongue in. Your eyes flutter close and you begin to lose yourself in the kiss. Within seconds, you already know the difference between the first kiss you two shared and this one. This one was hungry, passionate, and sweet. This one has meaning and although you aren’t sure of what exactly; maybe the beauty of it was just to let it be. It’s passionate in a way that isn’t overwhelming and it stimulates every part of your body, sending tingles all the way from your head to your toes. Goodness, could you melt into this. 

So you do.

“Mmph,” your lips are tingling and a little numb. He bites your bottom lip before he breaks the breathtaking kiss. Taehyung watches you quietly trying to catch your breath and he can’t help but get a little cocky look on his face.

God, how you want to smack that look off his face. He is such a pain. Momentarily, you forget you hate his guts right now because of how pink his looks look. So luscious. Did you do that? A part of your heart flutters.

“So?”

“Uhm.. Okay, yeah. I got it back. Thanks.. I guess.” You awkwardly say, shifting away from him. Taehyung laughs before playfully shoving your shoulder. You rub it, still astonished from the kiss.

“You’re not a bad kisser,” he admits, getting into your covers. “Maybe next time slow down with the tongue and take the shirt off. Been dying to see your saggy tits.” Taehyung laughs, lifting his hand out of the covers and tugging on your arm. 

You follow his lead, crawling into bed with him. Beside him, you make yourself comfortable in the midst of a confusing setting. He runs his fingers through your hair, completely aware of how much that bothered you. You push his hands away and tuck your hair behind your ears. 

“I.. N-no. There won’t be a next time, Taehyung.”

“We can discuss that over breakfast tomorrow, sugarlips.”