#starlight library fanfics

[moonlight-records]

Because I Liked A Boy | LN4 (PSDE)

pairing: reader x LN4

summary: You were known as the one who tamed Mr. Playboy of the paddock and for a moment, you thought you had. Then everything goes sideways and suddenly you regret what you've done all because you liked a boy.

warning: angst. so much angst. break-up, player!lando, OOC Oscar?? it's based off the song, sorry not sorry

a/n: welcome to the playlist series, deluxe edition! i put my stim playlist on shuffle and picked the first 12 songs that was played (last two songs are bonus songs!). yes the titles are the songs, whoops

wc: 1.9K

song 1 out 12: because i liked a boy by Sabrina Carpenter

You and Lando had “broken up” right before Baku. Aka, Lando had dumped you right before Singapore which was horrible because he had given you tickets to the race. He let you keep the tickets, thank god, but you would’ve easily sold them if your flight was refundable but the asshole had done it quite literally 24 hours after they hit the non-refundable mark so you decided to go.

That was the first mistake you made. The news broke right after qualifiers when Lando was spotted with another girl at a club.Then the rumors spread that night about how Lando and this girl were a thing first. That you were nothing more but a psycho. Obsessed. A “proud mistress.” A homewrecker. A slut. You decided that it wasn’t worth the energy because you knew the truth and that things would blow over within a week or two.

That was mistake number two because by the second week (and the first week into summer break),  you were still getting hate and death threats directed at you or about you and it was too late to attempt to clear your name. You were thankful for the handful of fans who defended you and found it really odd Lando decided to just let himself be seen with another girl instead of announcing his split beforehand since clearly this girl came after you but there was nothing to do now to change the public’s view of you.

Clearly, it showed that Lando really did not care for you as much as you thought so you decided to do yourself the favor and just disappear. You deactivated all your socials and only told your close friends you were going on a social media detox. Your family were going on a mini vacation when in reality you found yourself waltzing into

Plopping down on the couch, you run your fingers through your hair before letting your head hang. Your fingernails dig into your scalp and suddenly your sweats are wet from the tears falling onto them before dragging your hands down and silently crying into a mix of  your hands and hair. You tried to figure out what had happened.

What has gone wrong?

You swore that you and Lando were happy. Sure, the long distance at times was rough and the time zones felt killer but you had held strong. You were convinced that you two could make it to the postseason and the few month or two that you two had together would help immensely. Still, you had been warned to keep him at a distance. That Lando was nothing more but a player and a heartthrob that moved on when he was bored but you swore that you were the one and for a bit, you were fooled into believing it along with everyone else.

It was almost a year. A fucking year basically you spent with Lando before he decided to dump you. A year of fucked up sleep schedules and sleepless nights. A year of traveling to go see these races. A year of meeting his friends and slowly being integrated into his world just for it to come crashing down. God, how stupid were you? You had poured so much energy into this boy just to be the one that got hurt in the end. What you would’ve give to punch him in his stupid fa—

“Here.”

You look up to be greeted with a carton of ice cream. You take the carton without a second thought, top flung off, and spoon diving in. You grunts slightly as you struggle but you manage to be victorious as you get a spoonful. The couch shifts next to you and tears immediately swell again when there’s a gentle comforting hand rubbing soothing circles on your back.

“…I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” you mumble while shaking your head before shoving another mouthful of ice-cream into your mouth, “you tried to warn me. I didn’t listen. This is the consequence of my action.” You laugh bitterly, “God maybe I really am nothing more than a naive hopeless romantic who can’t pick a good guy to save my own life.”

“Don’t say that, y/n.” You can hear the frown as you look over, “you aren’t naive. You see the good in everyone and I admire that about you greatly. You saw the best in him,” gently brushing some hair out of your face. “But he’s never going to change unless he wants to. Sadly, he doesn’t and you got burned in the end because he’s too busy being a player.”

Wrapping his arm around your shoulder, he pulls you into his side. “You’re too good for him.” Pressing a gentle kiss to your temple, “Now. Do you want a trashy movie or trashy TV?”

“Trashy TV. Maybe that new mom documentary about those Mormon moms from tiktok?”

You snicker slightly at the . “The what documentary?”

“Do you seriously not keep up with these things?”

“No.”

“We really have to change that.”

Summer break had come and gone. You had done a lot of crying and snacking but you had also done a lot of healing. You think you’ve done a lot of healing anyway but today would be the deciding factor.

Your stomach twisted and turned as you watched the destination time get lower and lower the closer you arrived to the Austin track. You glance out the window anxious before looking back at your phone. When you arrive, you thank the driver as you climb out, holding your purse just a bit tighter before making your way to one of the back entrances you knew existed. Nobody in the media knew about it so you got into the paddock undetected from the media as you started your journey to a certain garage.

You’re so close to your destination before you’re finally spotted. “Y/N?”

You freeze hearing the familiar British accent behind you. His voice sounded surprised. You should just keep walking, you’re so close to your destination but your body betrays you as you turn. You study those stormy green eyes that seem to grow a bit colder seeing you here. You ball your hands into fists, nails digging into your pal to keep from crying. He didn’t deserve that from you.

You silently stare at Lando, who was in his cream sweatshirt from his new academic merch drop and some joggers along with that stupidly beautiful mullet. God, you swore that Aphrodite herself had hand sculptured Lando which would explain why you could not find it in you to hate his looks. Instead, you clear your throat, “can I help you?”

Lando decides to save both of you the trouble and cuts right through the bullshit. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m here to support my friend.”

“Friend? Seriously?” Lando looks around then back at you, “last time I checked we weren’t even acquaintances. Hell, are we talking again?”

Anger simmered in your stomach but you kept it at bay, “Why would you think I was talking about you?”

Lando seemed a bit surprised by that, “Well, you aren’t really close with anyone else here,” he let out a small chuckle. “The boys might’ve liked you but I’ve known them longer.”

“Well, maybe some of them weren’t happy with how you let things end. I mean, with your new fling starting rumors about me being a homewrecker and such even though when all that went down we’d already broke up. Yet you didn’t have the balls to say that to the media, did you?”

Lando grits his teeth, “I never told her to—”

“Doesn’t matter,” you cut in. “You let the rumors spread. You let the fire grow. You never denied the rumors or told her it was wrong. You didn’t even tell the media we broke up before that night. Now I’m just the homewrecking slut when she came into the picture after me. Seemed like she was doing a lot of projecting and yet, here we are.”

You cross your arms over your chest staring the Brit down. Silence falls upon the two of you and you’re ready to leave before an arm is slung over your shoulder startling you and Lando. “There you are.”

“Oscar!” You exclaim and smile, “hey.”

“What the fuck are you doing?” Lando interjects.

“Excuse me?” Oscar asks, “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Spare me, Oscar. Why the hell are you inviting Y/N knowing damn well we broke up just a little over a month ago.”

You can feel your heart twist as Lando speaks. His words were like a knife that would stop at nothing until you were nothing more than a shell of yourself wallowing in pain occasionally through the numbness.

“Well, Y/N and I are friends and I invited her as my guest this weekend so…” he lets his words trail off for a moment.

“When did you and Y/N become friends?”

“When you decided to treat her like trash and tossed her to the side for some random girl probably after you just for your fame and money.”

The silence that followed Oscar’s comment was suffocating. Your jaw was opened a little while you stared at the Aussie in pure awe while Lando’s jaw had dropped to the floor. He quickly regained some of his composure, still unsure how to respond to his teammate and friend (maybe?) remark but Oscar wasn’t done.

“I mean, come on. Y/N is great. Everyone loves her. Everyone looked forward to seeing her. She stayed up countless nights for you. Rearranged her schedules to visit. Hell, she didn’t know anything about F1 until you and worked her ass off to learn your profession. What’s the thank you gave her for almost a year of your life? Some random girl at the club? Seriously?” Oscar shakes his head, “Mate, I love you but I’m not gonna side with you. You fucked up. You picked a girl who’s known to be a celebrity hopper over someone who gave you everything and you want me to side with you and the celebrity hopper? Who has to slander other girls and put them down so nobody focuses on how fast she moves on?? No thanks.”

You stare up at Oscar in awe for coming to your defense. You feel tears starting to swell because this has probably been the worst month in your life and here was Oscar, reminding you first hand that there were people in your corner. That there were people who saw you for you. Who knew the kind hearted person you were. The one who gave it their all until they couldn’t give anymore. The one who saw the good in everyone and loved way too much and never got the same energy in return. You avert your eyes quickly when Oscar’s gaze meets your and you clear your throat. “You should head back to your garage before they look for you. I’ll meet you there.”

“You sure?” Oscar asks.

“Yeah!”

Oscar nods, “Okay,” he glances at Lando but doesn’t bother saying goodbye. They’d see each other soon enough.

You watch Oscar leave before turning to look at Lando, unsure what to say. It seems he was in the same boat as you both stood there awkwardly.

“Well.” You start finally.

“I didn’t mean—”

“Save it.” You hold a hand up, looking away from him, “please. I don’t. The damage has been done, Lando. It’s over. You’ve already told me who I am from your actions. Just…have a good weekend,” You turn and head to Oscar’s garage without a second glance back at the man who was once your everything.

[sauronxgaladriel]

Haladriel Library

Saurondriel/Haladriel Fanfic Recommendations. Some of these stories could fit into multiple categories. If you have any more recommendations feel free to add them!

Marriage

Shadow-Bride by eye_of_a_cat

Bridesprice by FormerlyIR (Irony_Rocks), Irony_Rocks 

Poison & Wine by Coraleeveritas

Galadriel takes longer to discover Sauron's identity

no matter how many skies have fallen by stitchingatthecircuitboard

A man is a god in ruins by eye_of_a_cat

Queen of the Southlands by FormerlyIR

Galadriel Says Yes

The House That Fire Built by Ready_For_The_Laughing_Gas

dig up the bones (but leave the soul alone) by Wyrd_Syster

Gilded by eye_of_a_cat

And white winter, on its knees by eye_of_a_cat

Mortal Laws by Helholden

A Portion of Thyself by Frotu

Reforged in the Making by FormerlyIR (Irony_Rocks)

Fabricated by Frotu

Canon Divergence/Reimagining of S1 and onwards

I could be your king by cliffdiving

The Tides of Fate by fireheart321

In Case of Defeat, Break Glass by eastwynds

that i may rise and stand, o'erthrow me by mortaltemples

Five times Halbrand's secret got revealed by eye_of_a_cat

Across That Fine Line by MyrsineMezzo

Instruments of Salvation by Scriberated

a fair form by properhaunt

Autocorrelation by EisforEverything

The Return of the Queen by Nenya Business (Cec_Jo)

A Feast of Starlight by TheLightofArwyn

Supernatural Creature AU

should have known better by Nenya Business (Cec_Jo) (Witch/Demon AU)

Wild Magic by Scriberated (Witch/God)

Storm Tides & Weaving Threads by elssiie (Siren AU)

just a taste by stardustspell (Vampire AU)

Haladriel meet before TROP

Spark, Ignite, Burn by cliffdiving

our souls were made from the stars by silverwing12 (Deleted)

Necessity's Bargain by Scriberated

Though the Gods and the Years Relent, Shall Be by Helholden

determination is the cure (for longing) by downtheroadandupthehill

where the spirit meets the bones by kangaroopaws

people throw rocks at things that shine by ophidion

Pick a star, and follow it home by CloudlySkies124

Hades Persephone Vibes

Beasts of the Hill and Serpents of the Den by Helholden

a dust like thine by mortaltemples

One-Shots

Unsired by shady-swan-jones (sweetleaf), sweetleaf 

the light of his eyes by eastwynds

now dark, now glittering by mortaltemples

In the Shadow of Your Heart by mzladybird

i cannot heave my heart into my mouth by fallofrain

this love is glowing in the dark by Orcas86

we could just kiss, like real people do by justatinycollector 

a millstone around my neck by mortaltemples

the nameless by bimmyou

next time by you_wear_fine_things_well

ouroboros by Amuria

Pregnancy/Parenthood

Light and Power by chronicallyexhaustedwriter

shining like a fiery beacon by ophidion

A Blessing of Eru by Scriberated

mitosis by Orcas86

Darkness Bound by no_more_doubt

Smut

A Stressed Tiding by FormerlyIR (Irony_Rocks), Irony_Rocks

this love is glowing in the dark by Orcas86

Buried in Bone by Invisible_Hand

Riptide by makeshiftdraco

Perfection by Nenya Business (Cec_Jo)

like magnets work, only drawn to thee by audreystark

To Follow the Light by Thrill_of_hope

A Moment of Honesty by Draconic_Grace

Dream Within a Dream by Nenya Business (Cec_Jo)

bind yourself to me by Nenya Business (Cec_Jo)

Dream Within a Dream by Nenya Business (Cec_Jo)

Lady of the Seas by eye_of_a_cat

Dark/Dead Dove

all your pain will end here by poeticmemory

Land of Enchantment by EisforEverything

perle by emphemeron

Glanduin Kiss by Anonymous

The Cost of Victory by EisforEverything

what you and i have wrought by thefudge

what heart's ease by fallofrain

Sauron as Annatar

hold her head above the water by Orcas86

next time by you_wear_fine_things_well

the light of his eyes by eastwynds 

Contaminate by Frotu

[myteavsricochet]

Firstprince fanfics, part. 7

1 2 3 4 5 6

headlines

He’s barely finished reading the headline when he’s exiting out of the browser and dialing a number he’s all but given up on calling. Panic curdles low in his gut as the call rings out; rings and rings and rings just as it always has, no answer waiting for him on the other end. He drops the phone when it goes to voicemail, backing up against his headboard and clutching at the fabric of his shirt over his heart.

How did they get them?

How did this happen?

--

Or, Alex keeps emailing Henry after their breakup at Kensington Palace.

Additional Tags: Angst, Exes to Lovers, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, henry turns alex away at KP, Forced coming out, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort

let them say what they want (we won't hear it)

Henry's hand twitches restlessly on top of the table, and he presses his fingers firmly into the fabric. He sees Alex look in his direction via his peripheral vision, frown pulling down the corners of his lips.

Alex reaches for his hand.

And Henry doesn't mean to do it—it's entirely a reflex that has been hammered into the fabric of his DNA for years and is apparently reborn in the presence of the royal vultures circling around him, ready at a moment’s notice to swoop down and devour him whole.

He yanks his hand away.

---

Or, Henry struggles around his family after being outed

Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Post-Canon, Canon - Book, Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor Needs a Hug, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Light Angst, Happy Ending

Sunless Dusting Libraries

Henry should leave, he should wait until everyone is asleep and then silently leave, without a trace. As if he never existed in Alex's life, as if he never touched Alex's body, as if he never wanted only exist in his heart and mind.

Because that is what Alex deserves. Alex deserves someone who can love him out and proud, someone who is not shamed for his existence, someone as bright as him, not the pale starlight gleam Henry is.

But lying there on the pile of mattresses they piled together and called a bed- Henry can not even find it in himself to breathe, let alone get up and go. Betrayed by his own existence, once again.

OR

What-If taken by a depressive episode, Henry can not leave the lake house

never been kissed

It’s not that Alex hasn’t thought about kissing Henry before. Alex is bi, Henry is beautiful, and you don’t get through six years of almost dangerously codependent friendship without wondering once or twice what it might be to fall into one another’s bed. But the friendship is more important than anything else, so those thoughts fell to the wayside in favor of cultivating it.

But right now, in this moment, the friendship could catapult itself off the goddamned Grand Canyon and Alex wouldn’t notice because he’s just kissed Henry for the first time and they’re pulling apart when all he wants to do is dive back in. There’s laughter filling the air, crashing against the pound of his heartbeat in his ears, and he forces a smile, slapping Henry on the shoulder as Henry’s gaze slides over the crowd of onlookers, a wobbly smile forming on his lips.

His warm, soft lips. That Alex just kissed. 

Additional Tags: Fluff, Feelings Realization Alternate Universe, Roommates, Idiots in Love

take a little rest (while we wait for daddy)

“Lie down on this pillow, papa," she said, patting the pillow.

Alex obediently follows his daughter and lies down.

“Take a little rest while we wait for Daddy, Papa.”

Alex closes his eyes. Maria is caressing his curls and has started to sing the lullaby Henry always sings to her—to them whenever they can’t sleep.

The lullaby Henry sang to them was the same lullaby his father, Arthur, sang to him when he was a kid. And that is when the realization hits Alex: Maria is doing the same thing Henry does to him whenever he is stressed and needs rest. Their daughter is copying Henry.

Alex is so touched and smiles.

“Papa, stop smiling and sleep,” she reprimands him.

“Okay, I’m sorry, princess.”

The last thing Alex remembers before sleep takes him is Maria’s little hand caressing his hair and a kiss on his cheek.

----

or

Maria, Alex and Henry's 4-year-old daughter asks Alex to take a rest while they wait for Henry to come home

Bloom

It wasn’t that Alex hadn’t considered it in the year and half they’d been dating. It was more that he didn’t consciously consider it until the thought crossed his mind too many times to ignore.

Or

Alex wants to try bottoming.

Additional Tags: Smut, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Masturbation, Nervousness, Humor, Kissing, Neck Kissing, Fluff and Smut, Love Bites, Post-Coital Cuddling, Cuddling & Snuggling

it's so easy to take care of you

Alex goes out for a night on the town with friends and comes back drunk. Henry takes care of him. That's it, that's the fic

Additional Tags: Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Found Family, No Angst, Alcohol

Somehow It Was Like You Were the First to Listen to Everything We Said

Alex trails off as Nora leans over to whisper something in June’s ear that causes her to laugh and fully turn her attention to Nora.

Pez, upon hearing the laughter of his goddess, also turns to be included in their conversation. Bea takes this time to pick up her phone and look through her notifications, then notes that most of their drinks are empty so she offers to get them refills.

He has, once again, successfully lost his audience.

It shouldn’t hurt so much, not anymore. Alex is pretty used to this.

They’ve never cut him off or spoken over him, it’s more subtle. It’s getting up for a bathroom break or whispering to each other or tilting phone screens to share a meme while he’s talking and should, theoretically, have their undivided attention. It’s always something.

It shouldn’t hurt.

He’s used to it.

It’s not personal, they say.

But it only happens to him.

—

Alex is used to being tuned out by his friends. Then, there’s Henry, all blue eyes and attentive. Alex sort of loves him

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Non-Famous, Friends to Lovers, Alex Claremont-Diaz Needs a Hug, Alex Claremont-Diaz Has a Crush on Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor Loves Alex Claremont-Diaz, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Love Confessions, Getting Together, Tooth-Rotting Fluff

deep in the dreaming of you

Alex isn’t sleeping after a recent breakup. Henry tries to be the supportive best friend, because he knows all too well what it’s like to lose sleep over pining for someone.

.

Or, Alex is pining. Henry is just very wrong about whom.

Additional Tags: roommates au, Friends to Lovers, they date other people for the first 2.5 seconds only, Jealousy, Misunderstandings, Mutual Pining, Getting Together, Explicit Sexual Content, Henry Pov

Fox Mount

Alex Claremont-Diaz, is a successful lawyer, and a great dad. He's been divorced for five years, he's also been single for five years. He was fine with that, there's more important things than his love or sex life. He's completely fine with that taking a backseat, until he stumbles onto his babysitter Henry's OnlyFans account, and everything changes.

Additional Tags: Divorced Alex Claremont-Diaz, Divorced Dad Alex, Babysitter Henry, Henry has an OnlyFans, Age Difference, Alex Drinks too much, Gay Disaster Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Alex is too hard on himself, girl dad alex, Blow Jobs, Masturbation, First Time Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Breeding Kink, Alex likes being called 'daddy'

half asleep (takin' your time)

There was a pleasant haze around the edge of Henry’s vision that made everything feel warm and syrupy. Alex kissed his way down his neck and Henry arched into it, lost in the feeling of having Alex wrapped around him so completely. He skimmed his hand up the length of Alex’s back, tangling his fingers in the soft curls at the nape of his neck.

“Love you,” Alex murmured into his shoulder. Henry tightened his grip and nodded while Alex continued to move inside him.

“You too,” he sighed. “Love you.” He let his eyes flutter shut as he rolled his hips against Alex’s, too tired to do much more but too blissed out to want to stop.

-

or, very sleepy-turned-frantic sex

Additional Tags: Sleepy Sex, very very mild somnophilia, but like consensual, Desperation, Anal Fingering, also blink and you miss it cock warming, Masturbation, Established Relationship, Dirty Talk

pieces of you

5 times Alex saw himself in his daughter and 1 time he saw Henry.

I Don’t Want You Like A Best friend (Be My Lover)

Henry’s expression shifted from amusement to astonishment. “Rock, paper and scissors?” he repeats, his voice a blend of disbelief and curiosity as he tries to grasp the sudden, surreal turn in their conversation. He splutters. Eyes wide, he stares.

The haze of medication is unmistakable in Alex’s suggestion. He nodded, his movements languid and carefree, a clear sign of his interesting state. “Yeah,” he agrees, his voice carrying a detached calm. “Let’s play rock, paper and scissors, but if we both choose the same move, we have to kiss.”

Let it be reiterated: Alex is high as a kite.

An eerie silence descends. Henry blinks. His mouth falls slightly open as he stares at Alex in disbelief. Eyes wide. “Christ,” he murmurs softly, his voice a mix of exasperation and wonder. “What?”

A certain realisation. An appendectomy. A game of "Rock, Paper and Scissors". What can possibly go wrong?

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Roommates/Housemates, Social Media, Hospitals, Medicinal Drug Use, Fluff, Angst with a Happy Ending, Appendicitis, Crack Treated Seriously, Fluff and Humor, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Sickfic, Sick Character

sign your name across my heart (& my yearbook?)

Henry has a hopelessly hopeful crush on Alex Claremont-Diaz.

It takes a yearbook signature for him to realize that the feeling is mutual.

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - High School, Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor Needs a Hug, Fluff, Confessions, Pining, Humor, Crushes

Kennsington

PS, if this is Kensington… I still love you.

Additional Tags: POV Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Alex doesn’t storm the castle, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending

sunburst

Alex doesn’t know if it's his tone, or something in the air, or the fact Alex is calling him when he’s just right up stairs, but he can tell Henry feels something is wrong immediately.

“Alex, what's wrong?”

He cringes, whether at himself or the pain, he’s not sure. “Okay, so don’t get mad.”

“Alex–”

“I need you to come outside.”

He can literally hear Henry’s blood pressure rise. “Why?”

“Okay, so like, I broke my arm.”

“What?!”

or; alex breaks his arm on a trampoline

Additional Tags: Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Kid Fic, Broken Bones, domestic dads firstprince, Trampolines, Alex Claremont-Diaz Being an Idiot, Stubborn Alex Claremont-Diaz

pull me out of the fire, from my lowest take me higher

Henry can’t bring himself to feel shameful about staring when Alex heaves himself up off of the ground, muscles taut and chest heaving as the crowd goes wild around him, chanting Alex’s name and cheering. He shrinks against the noise and the movement but it does him no use to try to hide, every inch of his body prickling with anticipation.

And Alex looks obscene, a filthy grin stretching his lips with his chin jutted into the air and his fist held high in the middle of the ring above his motionless opponent, the blood from his nose staining his flushed skin and a bit of his teeth, his half-lidded eyes locked in on Henry like a fixation: the predator and his prey.

+

Henry finds unexpected solace in the thrill of an underground haven, where status—and who he shares a bed with—doesn't really seem to matter. But the deeper he goes, the harder it is to pull away, and Henry's shocked to discover so much of himself where he'd least expected to find it.

He's not the one inside the ring, but he's only just finding out what it truly means to fight.

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Henry is still the prince, and Alex's family is still in politics but Ellen is not the president, PWAP (Porn with Accidental Plot), Alex is a boxer, Hurt/Comfort, Sexual Tension, Some angst, Character Development, Henry introspection, Protective Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor

[7-wonders]

I know you’re going through a lot of big changes right now, but I’d just like to say that your Calliope fanfic has now made me realize how beautiful (both inside and out) Calliope is, and I respectfully ask that you inject some Morpheus/reader/Calliope hc’s directly into my veins-

Hi I'm starting to feel a bit better and ready to gift you some hc's!! Let me know if you want to see more of this throuple 🤗 Read To the world we dream about here

Okay, first and foremost Morpheus and Calliope have come to an understanding that, while they both could have done more to help Orpheus, at the end of the day, his choices were his own. If they can't stop resenting each other for the death of their son/reconcile those feelings, there is no hope for any sort of relationship. So, for the sake of these headcanons and the continuity from my previous fic, they've worked through these issues.

(I do think that, had things gone differently and pride not gotten in the way, they would have been able to have these discussions like calm, rational adults)

ANYWAYS

You all come to the realization that you care for each other romantically on your own, and it makes things extremely awkward for a good moment

For you especially, where monogamy is likely all you grew up with/all you know

Morpheus and Calliope are no strangers to the idea of sharing or having multiple partners: many gods and goddesses and mythical creatures happily participate in it

Also they may or may not have had a third in their bed a few times who knows

But they're as aware that you're a mortal as you are, and just sort of automatically assume that you wouldn't be interested in both of them

They're each prepared to fight each other for your affection, even as they ignore the return of feelings for each other that they thought long gone

All in all, there's a lot of angst for everyone before you all remember that you have two hands each

Speaking of hands, Calliope loves holding yours!

She's usually always touching you in some way, whether that be her hand holding yours or your arms linked together, a hand on your lower back or your bodies pressed together when you're sitting next to each other

Physical touch is not one of Morpheus's love languages, so his touches are softer and more fleeting

A hand brushing against yours

The brief press of lips to your forehead

Though his touches are nothing like Calliope's, they're just as sweet and appreciated

PET. NAMES. So many pet names!

Calliope calls you things like treasure, sweetest, sweetheart, lovely

Morpheus enjoys calling you beloved, my heart, dearest, starlight

Calliope and Morpheus have their own names for each other, old endearments in languages you could never begin to understand

It's rather sweet, actually

When you sleep or rest in bed with both of your lovers, it's usually you or Calliope in the middle

(Morpheus feels too trapped)

The three of you spend a lot of time together, but most of the time it's in the Dreaming, which is most convenient for all parties when two of the three are important cosmic beings

Lots of long walks in Fiddler's Green or quiet evenings spent curled up in a secluded corner of the library

Calliope tries to visit you in the Waking when she can, but Morphues is reluctant to leave his realm (which you completely understand)

There's lots of one-on-one time too, with you and Calliope, you and Morpheus, or Morpheus and Calliope

It helps to strengthen your individual relationships, and make you better partners overall

They find your human quirks and traits extremely endearing, though Calliope has more experience with them than Morpheus

Honestly, having a human partner is the best thing that could have happened to Morpheus and Calliope in regard to their healing

They were both forced to deal with the absolute worst of humanity for a very long time and now, through you, they get to see the weird and wonderful parts of humanity

You're a breath of fresh air, and every time they watch you hold the door open for strangers, or someone randomly compliments your smile, they understand why you still have such hope for your species

It's usually said that to capture the affection/attention of a deity is not something that anybody wants, that it will only bring ruin to the human unlucky enough to be in that position

When it's two of them? Destruction is all but assured

You say bring it on

If you're to meet your end while experiencing the greatest loves you've ever known and ever will, then in your mind, that's a good way to go

Calliope and Morpheus are very much the possessive, passionate creatures that one would think, and they refuse to let any harm come to you

They'll go up against anyone, anything, to keep you safe, be it Hell or the Fates themselves

[aemcroberts]

🌌 "In the end, even the deepest roots can find the light." 🌙

🚨 This is it, stargazers and cosmic dreamers—the final bloom of Makai Tree: Roots of Destiny has arrived. The last two chapters are here to wreck your heart, mend it again, and leave you sobbing into your starlight tea. 🌟

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✨ Chapter 26: The Dawn of Forever – Ail and An’s fate. The Makai Tree’s final bloom. Usagi and Mamoru’s love story, stitched back together like a constellation reborn. It’s the ending you didn’t know you needed, with enough cosmic plant metaphors to keep your heart rooted for days. 🌳💖

And guess what? The complete ebook of Makai Tree: Roots of Destiny is ready for you! Filled with all the drama, dreamy vibes, and yes—adorable art to cherish forever. Download it for free and let it bloom in your library. 📚✨

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This is the ending of an era, but like all great roots, it’s just the start of something new. Thank you for growing with me through this cosmic, emotional, snarky plant adventure. Let’s bloom again soon. 💫

https://archiveofourown.org/works/60909607/chapters/155588884

[larz-barz]

BasilMilo fanfic request at your service

I think i already requested something similar to this to cloudy but I'm about to draw this anyway sooooo

Fantasy purple streak au (magic instead of demons) where it starts raining glowing stars (kinda like warm, glowy hail that melts when it touches the floor) and basil opens a clear umbrella and they walk to the library (?) While watching the stars fall around them

Here's the inspo pic

heheheeh this is so cute omg🥺💕

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Walking through the stars

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Basil and Milo are walking to the library. He has his arm wrapped around her waist protectively as they walk.

Glowing stars start falling around them.

Milo’s eyes shone in wonder and Basil looked down at her lovingly.

He pulled out a clear umbrella and opened it above them.

She looked up at him and smiled softly and lovingly, and he returned the smile.

Both of them blush shyly. “Th-the stars really are beautiful aren’t they..?” Milo asked softly and Basil gently rubbed his thumb on her waist.

“Not as beautiful as you..” *He says shyly and presses a soft kiss on her forehead, she blushes and her eyes sparkle even brighter.

She nuzzles into his protective hold on her as they walk.

As the stars hit the ground they melt into small puddles of golden light.

Milo and Basil watch the beautiful sight as the surrounding landscape is bathed in a gentle glow from the sunset and stars gently falling down around them.

Milo gently reached out from under the umbrella to catch one of the stars.

She uses starlight magic so the stars don’t affect her. The star actually glows brighter upon landing in her small hand.

“The gold really brings out your eyes..” Basil says and Milo smiles shyly at him, blush forming on her cheeks once more.

“Yours too..” She smiles, holding the star up a bit so the glow would reflect into his heterochromatic eyes.

He blushes and smiles, continuing to hold her close to him as they continue to walk to the library.

They arrive after a few minutes. “Hm.. It’s still going..” Milo says with a soft smile as the stars paint a soft glow on her and Basil as the sun lowers in the purple sky.

Basil presses a gentle kiss to her temple then he closes the umbrella and opens the door for Milo to go in first.

~the end~

hehehe this was so fun to writeee!!! basilmilo is one of my main comfort shipss🥺💕💕

[mikathemonster]

Fanfiction Author Interview Game!

I was roped into this by the ever-so-lovely @loopyloo2610 and I simply had to join in on the fun :)

How many works do you have on Tumblr? 12. Which I'll admit, is less than I thought, but ultimately a cozy number.

What's your total Tumblr word count? 68,556 words. For only having twelve fics, this actually is a lot better than I thought!

Your top 5 stories by notes:

Kinktober with Fíli (745 notes) Honestly, it makes sense that my most popular work is a smut one-shot.

Candlelit Treasures with Kíli (516 notes) Yet again, another smut fic. These actually might be my only two... I don't know how to feel about my smut one-shots being my most popular.

Under My Skin with Kìli (501 notes) My first ever long fic! It's not as bad as I remember, which is surprising.

Traced Feelings with Kíli (382 notes) A very cute and sweet fic.

Getting Handsy with Kíli (245 notes) If I'm being so honest, I barely remember writing this one. It's over two years old, isn't that crazy?

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I don't tend to respond to comments if they seem like completed thoughts/sentences, but I do love responding to answer questions or exclamations!

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending? Definitely "wishes on starlight", I feel like it's soft but sad.

What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending? Honestly, one of my first fics I ever wrote (kisses and fireworks) is just such a feel-good fic to me. I love her with my whole heart, and I love her ending too.

Do you write crossovers? Only if the content I'm writing for exists within the same world!

Have you ever received hate on a fic? To my knowledge, no? Honestly though, I'm my own worst critic.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? I do indeed. One-shots seem to be my drink of choice.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? I don't think so?

Have you ever had a fic translated? No, but that sounds like fun!

Have you ever co-written a fic before? I have not.

What's your all-time favorite ship? As of late, I've been watching DanDaDan and I'm obsessed at how adorable Momo and Okarun are.

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will? I really do want to finish it, so I'm not saying this to manifest it never happening, but there's a certain smut fic with Fíli that's been in the drafts for over a year now...

What are your writing strengths? I really don't know, if I'm being honest. That's probably a question for my beta reader Lucinda! She's amazing.

What are your writing weaknesses? Honestly, I tend to reuse words too repetitively in paragraphs. That's the mistake I notice the most that Lucinda corrects for me. She's such a doll, my fics would be nothing without her.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? I love reading it, but I don't think I've ever written it!

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to? I've actually been rewatching all of the Twilight films lately and I don't know why but writing for Jacob is calling to me... I don't know if I ever will, though!

What's your favorite fic you've written? It's really hard to say, I don't think I have a favorite!

This was so fun! I encourage any fanfic writer to participate in this, but I'd especially love to see it done by @shiinata-library and @scyllas-revenge !

[moonsinkfoxgirl]

numbers that are 1 less than a prime number

1. who is/are your comfort character(s)?

not sure about characters exactly, but when it's late at night and I need some immediate wholesome comfort and cuddling my gf doesn't seem like an option I will reread that one Heartcatch! Precure Tsubomi/Erika fic that Pike wrote in 2019 (same applies to a couple bookmarked fanfics but this one is always the first that comes to mind)

2. lighter or matches?

I shall follow the train my gf created and say that matches smell better but convenience often has priority

4. which cryptyd being do you believe in?

MEGOPHIAS MEGOPHIAS

6. why did you do that?

so Lilly doesn't dump me >.> (JK at this point the sea serpent lore is dear to my heart for its own sake as well)

10. would you slaughter the rich?

if they try to defend their privilege with violence as they have always done in history then there will eventually be no way around it; I will be unlikely to participate directly though, I'm not cut out for that

12. what kind of day is it?

already answered^^ (cozy and rainy)

16. can you drive?

nope

18. what hair products do you use?

already answered too^^ (cheap storebrand)

22. what type of person are you?

there are enough 'types' the human experience can be classified into to fill a small library, how is anybody supposed to answer this question without it being more specific?

28. do you wear a mask?

already answered three^^ (I try)

30. is there dishes in your room?

already answered four^^ (yes)

36. how many times have you changed your url?

already answered five^^ (once)

40. did you have any snacks today?

not yet but I need to remember to grab one or two more Kinder Pingui before I leave, gf has gotten some of the real good stuff cheaply ^_^

42. an app you frequently use besides this godforsaken site?

already answered six^^ (mihon.app, followers and mutuals feel free to DM me for set-up help)

also fun math situation, apparently there is a significant overlap between prime numbers -1 and multiples of six apparently, very interesting 🤔

46. favorite holiday film?

The Last Unicorn (1982) counts as a christmas film according to my brother's gf, so probably that; if that doesn't count or sthg then probably that one My Little Pony episode where Starlight learns about the meaning of Hearthswarming Eve via popular old charles dickens copying technique

[roman-is-writing]

Veil of Dreams - The Lady of Tales | 1

Summary: The Lady of Tales, also known as Isolde Storyborne, was a librarian in her former life who would tell countless stories to anyone who could listen. This led her to be drawn into the dream realm by a mysterious force. Dream was intrigued by her unique ability to traverse and shape dreams and asked her to be a part of his realm, where her presence could create a delicate balance, influencing and manifesting stories and dreams. This eventually blossomed into a deeper connection. (Dream x Reader)

Characters & Pairing: Dream X Female OC, other The Sandman Characters.

Note: This is my first time ever writing fanfiction on Tumblr, despite reading fanfic since the age of 11. I hope you enjoy it!

Chapter 1: The Librarian's Lullaby

In the quiet town of Eldermoore, nestled between rolling hills and whispering forests, there lived a woman named Isolde Storyborne. As the head librarian of a quiet town's library, she has always been a keeper of stories and would spend her days surrounded by dusty tomes and the hushed whispers of pages turning.

Tucked away on the corner of Elm Street, the library held a special place in the hearts of the townsfolk, and at its centre stood Isolde, a woman with kind eyes that seemed to hold the glimmer of worlds unseen. To the townsfolk, she possessed an innate gift—the ability to breathe life into words, to make stories dance off the pages and into the minds of listeners. Transporting them to daydreams, far-off lands and magical realms.

On cool afternoons, when the sun's golden rays painted patterns on the library floor, Isolde would gather children and adults alike around her. Seated in a circle, they would listen with bated breath as she wove tapestries of adventure, of dragons and daring quests, of love and loss. Her voice, like a soothing lullaby, transported them to realms where anything was possible.

In the quiet corners of the library, the shelves were lined with her favourites as weathered tomes and beautifully illustrated volumes stood side by side, bearing the weight of countless tales. Isolde knew each book intimately, like an old friend with whom she had shared secrets and dreams.

However, it wasn't just the books that held the stories. Isolde herself was a living story, her laughter a melody that echoed through the stacks, her wisdom a beacon that guided those lost in the pages. Her connection to stories was more than a profession; it was a way of life. As she turned the pages of history, she felt as though she had walked through the ages, glimpsing the past through the eyes of those who had lived it.

As the sun dipped below the horizon and the first stars blinked into existence, Isolde would often find herself lingering in the library. The quiet solitude was her refuge, a space where she could lose herself in tales both written and whispered by the wind. In those moments, it was as if the library walls expanded, embracing her in a cocoon of stories.

On the other hand, in the realm of the dreamers, where the boundaries between imagination and reality blurred, Dream of the Endless stirred from his contemplation. His eyes, pools of starlight, were drawn to a delicate thread that shimmered with an enchanting resonance—a line that connected him to a new dreamer, one whose connection with stories was unlike any he had encountered before. As Isolde's voice reached its crescendo in the library, her words brushed against the tendrils of dreams that spiralled through the cosmos. Each word was a brushstroke, each sentence a melody that resonated with the essence of creation, so the boundaries of the library seemed to soften, and a bridge formed between the world of stories and the ethereal realm of dreams.

Thus, on a particular evening, Isolde sat by a small window, the soft light of a lamp illuminating the pages of an ancient tome that she was particularly engrossed in. The pages crinkled softly beneath her fingertips as she read a tale of ancient gods and mythical creatures. Her voice, a gentle current in the sea of silence, carried the words of a forgotten legend to her ears and beyond.

Unbeknownst to Isolde, her storytelling had attracted more than just the ears of the few patrons who remained in the library as it had a way of reaching far beyond the library's walls. The presence of Morpheus, ancient and ephemeral, lingered in the shadows. Drawn by the lilting notes of her voice, he liked to observe her from a distance, a silent witness to the magic that unfolded within those hallowed halls.

However, on this faithful night, as Isolde's voice wove its tapestry, a delicate breeze stirred the pages of the book and caressed her cheek, the words coming alive in a way that transcended the ink. Isolde's surroundings seemed blurred, reality giving way and replaced by a dreamscape that defied logic and reason. She felt weightless, suspended between reality and something else entirely as colours shifted like watercolour strokes on canvas, and the very air hummed with the energy of stories untold.

She blinked. Before her stood a figure, tall and enigmatic, his eyes a celestial mosaic reflecting the galaxies of dreams. Isolde recognized him instantly from one of her books — a being of dreams, Dream the Endless himself.

"Welcome, Isolde Storyborne," his voice resonated like the gentle ebb and flow of tides, soothing yet profound.

She stared, her voice momentarily stolen by awe. "Dream? You're… you're Dream?"

"In the realm of dreams, I am known as Morpheus," he acknowledged with a faint smile as Isolde's heart raced, a symphony of emotions swirling within her. "I don't understand. How did I get here?"

"Your words, your stories—they somehow managed to reach beyond the mundane and beckoned you to the realm of dreams," Morpheus explained. "Your connection with stories is unparalleled, a thread that weaves through time and imagination."

Isolde glanced around the dream realm, absorbing its surreal beauty. "So, I'm really here? This isn't just a dream?"

"In a manner of speaking, you are here," Morpheus confirmed. "Your presence has become vital to the delicate balance of the dream realm." At this, Isolde's brows furrowed with curiosity. "What do you mean? What's my role here?"

Morpheus gestured to the ever-shifting landscape. "Your stories, your dreams—they have a profound impact here. Your unique connection has started to influence the very fabric of this realm, shaping dreams and tales alike."

A realization blossomed within Isolde's mind. "I'm a part of the stories?"

"In a sense," Morpheus agreed. "Your role here is both creation and curator, a keeper of tales that shape the dreamscape."

Isolde's heart swelled with wonder and a touch of trepidation. "Why me? Why was I chosen for this?"

Morpheus regarded her with his starlit eyes. "Chosen is a complex word. Your affinity for stories created a bond between your world and this one. By time, your presence became integral to the balance."

Isolde hesitated, her gaze locking onto Morpheus's. "What do you want from me?"

Morpheus extended a hand toward her, an invitation laden with promise. "Stay. Embrace your role as the Lady of Tales and let your connection with stories bring harmony to the Dreaming."

As Isolde met his gaze, the threads of fate seemed to intertwine, binding her past to this ethereal present. The promise of stories untold and dreams uncharted beckoned her, and with a mix of trepidation and exhilaration, she placed her hand in his. A spark of connection passed between them, a bridge between worlds, setting the stage for an extraordinary journey that would bind them in ways neither could have foreseen.

[moonlight-records]

Take a break | LS2

pairing: logan sargent x reader

summary: its launch day for williams and your boyfriend so overwhelmed and tired you decide to give him a quick pick me up

warnings: smut: oral (f & m receiving), sorta sub!logan & dom!reader, no protection (wrap your willy sillies!), praise kink, breath play (didn't intend for that one), breeding kink, basically porn with a semi plot??

a/n: uh, haven't written smut in a long time let alone f/m smut so PLEASE be gentle with me here! also i'll admit, writing scene with eating out is NOT my strong suit but i'm trying to get better! again, no proofreading, we die like men!

wc: 2.8K

Launch days were something you weren’t particularly familiar with for a multitude of reasons. The first reason was you hadn’t been a long time fan of F1 as you had recently gotten into the sport a little into the 2023 season more as something to have on in the background. The second reason is because you were so new to this world of motorsports, you had no idea what the pre-season would entail. The third reason is because the only reason you got into the world of F1 was because of your boyfriend, Logan Sargent.

You happened to be on a trip with some friends in Miami even after hearing many horror stories about how Miami usually ruins friendships. That was not you and your friends though. Instead you and your friends had made a very important note to have dedicated alone time so you all didn’t end up kill each other and it was proving to be a great key to this vacation. During your shopping, you had bumped into someone and turned around to apologize the same time Logan did. The two of you laughed and went your separate ways. You had told your friends about the encounter and how you regretted not continuing the conversation but you were too embarrassed. They reassured you that they would find this mysterious blonde man for you.

None of you had to try very hard as you and your friends decided to go to a club Sunday night after the Grand Prix and it just happened to be the same one a lot of the drivers ended up going to. You ran into Logan again, literally, and this time you actually kept the conversation going. One thing lead to another (as well as finding out he was an F1 driver and causing you to go down this rabbit hole to understand his work more) and by summer break you had been on four dates before he officially asked you to be his partner. By winter break, you were comfortable enough for him to announce the relationship and even with the mixed reviews from fans neither of you let it affect your relationship. If anything, it made your relationships stronger. It helped that Alex and Lily were super supportive and helpful the moment you two went public.

Lily especially. She had been nothing but kind and supportive the moment you two went public. She went on about how sweet Logan is and how she was ecstatic for him to finally have met someone who wanted him for him and not because he was a famous world driver. She was also over the moon to have a WAG on the team (yes she even took the time to explain what was a WAG was to you) and that she finally had someone to sit with during races and chat with during events like this.

Which is how you found yourself sorta following Lily around like a lost puppy to really grasp the rope of things before the two of you found yourself huddled together as the launch happened. It was fun. There was a kid named William outside with a sign that said ‘My name is William too!’ They actually brought him in for the launch and even had him sit in the car. You smiled seeing the kid beam at the two of them and Logan happily chatting with him when he wasn’t pulled away to be in front of the camera.

After the launch, Alex and Logan were heading down to Central Park to continue filming so you and Lily decided to have a little afternoon together. You two went shopping, had lunch, and just explored as the two of you chatted about anything and everything. You guys were stopped a bit for pictures, which was expected with Lily, but you? That surprised you but also warmed your heart and you happily took the photos. Then you two arrived at the hotel and parted ways before the meet and greet where you’d probably be off to the side with her once again just watching and interacting with fans.

You were mindlessly flipping through channels on the TV when you heard a faint whirling noise before the door was opened. Looking over you saw your boyfriend and a smile tugged to your lips. Shifting, you sit next on the edge of the bed as Logan comes padding over. The smile turns into a small frown seeing the state of him. “You okay?” You ask. He grunts in response as he stands between your legs and you rub his arms soothingly.

“Come sit,” you gently pull Logan down next to you. Immediately, the American is pulling you into his lap and burying his face into your neck. Running your fingers through his hair, you kiss his temple gentle as he grumbles about how long days like this were and how tiring they were and he wanted nothing more than to stay here. You bit your lip gentle wanting to reassure him that it would be over soon but knew he had so much more socializing to do and he was near his wits end.

Then, an idea hit you.

“Tell me more,” you comment as you wiggle out of his lap and kneel behind him to give him a massage. You feel him relax under your touch and you smile gently as you continue. It’s a nice gesture but it’s mainly a distraction. When he’s relaxed enough you pull away as he continues to ramble as you slide off the bed and move to stand between his legs. Gently pushing him on the bed Logan’s let out a small huff of a laugh as he tosses an arm over his eyes. Perfect. Stripping out of your pants and panties, you crawl onto the bed and swat his arm away. The second his arm is to his side you’re swinging a leg over, trapping his head between his thighs and sitting down.

It takes a millisecond for Logan to realize what’s going on before you groan feeling his tongue on your clit. Your hands fly to his hair for purchase as he happily runs his tongue over your clit. Long slow strokes before short kitten licks. It sends a shiver of pleasure up your body as you buck your hips forward. His hands quickly find your thighs gripping tightly as he traps you. You tilt your head back groaning loudly as you roll your hips as you two find your rhythm quickly since Logan loves being between your thighs.

You let praises fall from your lips between the moans and gasps falling from your face. It should be illegal with how good Logan is from your clit to your cunt as he opens you up with his tongue. Even though you guys haven’t been together for long he had made it his mission to learn your body inside and out. How you liked him switching between slow licks and fast licks. How your eyes rolled when he teased your clit with circles before sucking. How your hips bucked when he slipped his tongue in and slowly fucked you open. How if he tilted his head back just enough he could get deeper brushing against your g-spot, causing you to throw your head back and let out the most delicious sounds. How if he switched the routine up it drove you mad and close to your orgasm which he was very much intending to do but that’s not on your agenda.

Your chest was heaving as you felt the familiar coil starting to form in your abdomen. You force yourself to let go of his hair to wedge your fingers under his and pries his hands off your thighs before you lift yourself up. Looking down, you wish you could take a picture but a mental one will do. Logan’s hair was wild against the sheets, eyes wide and pupils blown. His face was flushed a beautiful shade of pink and his mouth and chin was shiny with your juices. His fingers twitched in your hands as he stared up at you neither one daring to move as he whines. He became such a beautiful mess so quickly for you.

“Yes?”

“I need—” he gulps slightly.

“You need what?” You tease.

His mouth opens and then closes as he tries to find the words. You know exactly what he wants and you’re tempted to give it to him, “stay,” you command as your grip on his hands loosens so you can easily move off of him and slink off the bed and onto the floor.

“Sit up,” you say while stroking the inside of his thigh and he does looking down at you. Looking up at him, you wrap your lips around the tip of his cock and he groans tipping his head back slightly. You swirl your tongue around the tip before flattening your tongue along the underside of his cock. Hallowing your cheeks, you start to bob your head. You watch his hands start to go to your hair but stop knowing better than to touch without permission so he grabs the sheets as if it’s a life line. You place your hands on his thighs to steady yourself as you continue prepping yourself. He’s babbling above you begging for more. He’s not specific with what he wants but that’s typical for him.

When you’re relaxed you happily take him down your throat, nose against his navel, and Logan throws his head back letting out a moan. Internally, you smirk at how loud he was. Usually he tried to be reserved and letting himself be focused on your pleasure but today was about him. You pull off to the tip before going straight back down and he tenses to keep himself still knuckles white from how hard he was holding onto the sheets. You continue for a bit longer before you pull off with a pop before standing.

“Lay down,” you say gesturing to the pillows and Logan scrambles laying on his back as his head hits the pillow. You wince for him since he was so close to hitting the headboard but it was a miracle he didn’t. That would’ve been one way to kill the mood and end the day for sure. Getting onto the bed, you straddle your boyfriend who’s breathing heavily from anticipation. Smirking at the mess you’ve already made of him, you grab the base of his cock and line yourself up before sliding down.

In unison you both groan as you put your hands on his chest for leverage. Once you’re bottomed out you take a moment to adjust. You start to move your hips in small circles sucking your bottom lip between your teeth as Logan turns his head to the side, groaning again.

“Babe I—”

“Shhh, I know. It’s okay,” you murmur as you run your hands over his chest, “I got you. Just lay there and let me hear all your pretty noises. Can you do that for me?”

Logan whines in response again.

“Logan.”

“Yes,” he breaths out, “Yes I—I can do that.”

“Good boy.”

Raising your hips you sink back down and tilt your head back. It’s been a while since you two have actually had time to have sex and it felt like the first time all over again. Just with how well he filled you up and it felt like a punch to the gut (pun intended…maybe). You start out with this slow rhythm hearing how Logan groaned and moaned under you whining and asking for more.

You work yourself on his cock picking up the pace as you go. You lean back, gasping at the new angle as your hands find purchase on his thighs. “Oh fuck—” you manage out between the moans. “Yes, fuck yes baby so good.” You ramble on as his head tosses to the side, hands gripping the pillows, the sheets, anything that isn’t you.

“I—fuck babe—please—” Logan gasps.

“Please what?”

“Let me touch you. Fuck. Babe. Please. Please please please,” he begs, “need to touch you. Please, shit, babe you look so good riding me, please,” He begs, “been so good for you.”

“Such a good boy,” you purr out, “okay.”

His hands fly to your hips. His eyes trained on you. How your lips are parted. The slight sweat starting to form on your forehead as your hair sticks to it. How your eyes are fluttering close.

“Let me move. Please baby,” he begs, “you’ve done so much work,” he’s rambling, “wanna make you feel good. Please let me make you feel good. God fuck babe I wanna make you feel good.”

You’re lost in your own little world as Logan rambles on. You’re so close of finding that spot and you shift to lean forward, hands back on his chest. One hand fumbles but it covers Logan’s mouth as you continue, slamming your hips down on him. Your eyes go wide and you see stars when you find it, throwing your head back as you continue. “Fuck—oh right there. Shit—” you moan out as you fall into an endless cycle of moans, groans, and cursing. You can feel Logan’s lips against your hand still moving but between your own noises and the absolutely filthy obscene noises you two were making it was drowned out.

Your body is on fire. Your legs are straining and you’re getting tired but you continue. You feel the coil forming once again and your hand drops to Logan’s throat as you wrap your hand around, squeezing slightly. He lets out a strangled gasp mostly out of shock before he moans. “You—fuck—” you breath heavily, “yes move.”

Logan did not need to be told twice. Gripping your hips tight enough that will surely leave bruises, not that you really minded, he snapped his hips up when you came down. You screamed - you’re pretty sure you did but you can’t be quiet to sure with the stars you were seeing and everything else drowning out expect Logan’s voice. He’s thanking you over and over, telling you how amazing you are and how you treat him so so well. He matches your pace and you can’t even prepare yourself as your orgasm is ripped out of you.

You grip his throat tighter and he lets out another strangled groan. Your body shakes as you continue riding him babbling about how good he’s fucking you, how pretty he is like this, how only you get to see him like this, and how only you can make him feel this good. He’s trying to speak but it’s hard and you manage to loosen your grip. He gasps for air before the words are slipping past his lips.

“Please. Oh god please let me cum. Please I’m so—I’m so fucking close. Babe. I need—” he chokes on air as tears form, “god please.”

You feel limp. You’ve slowed your own pace down but he continues with the pace. You manage an ‘yes, you can cum’ through moans and whines. It takes three more thrust before Logan’s spilling into you, head thrown back and groaning loudly as his eyes roll in the back of his head slightly. He continues to fuck you through his own orgasm before he finally comes down.

You’re both shaking slightly at this point. You force yourself to pull off of him, feeling his cum ooze out of you as you end up collapsing on top of Logan as the two of you catch your breath. Moving his hands to your hips, he gently massages them as he kisses the top of your head. You let your eyes slip close as your breathing returns to normal smiling to yourself as you listen to his heartbeat. “Better?” You ask finally breaking the comfortable silence.

“Much better. Thank you babe, I really needed that,” he says and plants a soft kiss to your hair.

“Of course. You know all you have to do is ask.”

Logan huffs a laugh out which earns an eye roll out of you. You turn your head so you can look at him and he’s smiling at you, leaning down to kiss your nose as you wiggle it. “I know,” he says, “I’m…working on it.”

“I know, and I’m proud. But with a schedule like this you have to be more keen on making sure you’re okay. Really.”

“I know. I know,” he nods as he speaks, “now come on, we gotta get cleaned up so we can go to dinner.”

“Dinner?”

“Yeah,” Logan blinks, “the meet and greet starts at six. So I thought we could grab an early dinner at a little mom and pops diner I found. Come on,” he gently sits up with you still on his chest. You squeak when he’s got his arms under your ass and shifting before you two are standing legs instinctively wrapping around his waist with a grin, “I’m paying this time.”

“You paid last time!” You argue as he laughs taking you both to the bathroom to get clean before dinner.

[asleepinglaurel]

my current reads: Rereading Pjo while I wait for Son of Neptune to be available in my library

A wattpad fanfic about evil starlight and evil Trixie but they’re both traumatized and won’t say anything. Also they’re the queens by the whole time traveling-timeline altering thing

[kato1313]

Visit the library of a mysterious, handsome stranger. 3-Minute mini VISUAL STORY to help you set the dark academia mood for a productive 3-hour study, reading, writing, or relaxation session!

[searchingforserendipity25]

Share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people.

Thank you @sallysavestheday!

Project Requirements

Three baskets of marigold yellow spools, softness to the fourth degree.

Rivers and Estuaries

The one matter there were few debates about was the date.

Towards the next field

First things firstly: Maglor washes the walls.

Starlight, Devotion

Beshelar had heard rumours of it, of course, but he was no credulous fool to account them as more than nonsense to be disdained from his colleagues and forbidden from his recruits.

Small Comforts

Iroh brings a satchel with him between camps, during the Siege, a gift of home for Commander Lu Ten.

The Frewell Feast

Tar-Undómiel was wed, and her grandmother was all out of fruit wine.

The Straying

There was a time when you were not a friend of the dark places, and shied away from the groves where the high trees clustered together most thickly. 

Red-Handed

In time it happened that the Returned came again among their kin, unchanged but for the allegiances their past lives bound them to.

The Library

A fortnight before they were to be wed, Csethiro invited him for tea in the library of her new rooms, which they took across a small table carved in the elaborate gilt of an old-fashioned taste Maia had rarely seen at court.

A Careful Application of the Extraordinary 

The long sleeves rolled haphazardly with a flourish of rare showmanship, as per safety regulations - a flash of light, faint and lovely like falling stars.

Tagging whoever wants to participate: @mayfriend @melestasflight @thalion71 @songlordsbug @247reader @lesbianhaleth @kanafinwe-makalaure @jouissants @displayheartcode @aotearoa20

[wuxiaphoenix]

Worldbuilding: Some Writing References On The Little Ice Age

A reader asked for a list of what I was reading recently for an Idea. Specifically, someone dumped into a fantasy version of the 1600s near Korea. (The poor guy.) So I started pulling it together....

Er. It was a lot longer than I thought.

So. What I’ve read in the past or currently related to this includes....

Ancient Inventions, by Peter James. Ranges across the world and history up to the Middle Ages, never a lot of details but plenty of pics, and there’s bits on acupuncture, how old sewing is, and why before steam engines you wanted a waterwheel near a mine, if you could.

Several books by Conrad Totman: Early Modern Japan. Japan: An Environmental History. The Green Archipelago: Forestry in Preindustrial Japan. These books aim for an environmental slant, but they also end up covering a lot of daily life and political maneuvers because, guess what, what people do that way affects the environment! Also he is an excellent writer, with good flow.

The Culture of Civil War in Kyoto, by Mary Elizabeth Berry. Warning, this one can be a bit dark, a lot of people died in the Warring States Era, and the attitude of survivors of a whole century-plus of constant war was sometimes not healthy.

Samurai William: The Englishman Who Opened Japan, by Giles Milton. Focuses on our sailor, but gets into Japanese politics versus the rest of the world, and how that worked out for the English, Portuguese, and Dutch who wanted to trade. (The Dutch won for a lot of reasons, but mainly because they were smart enough to bring wanted products instead of broadcloth, and kept religion out of it.)

1493: Uncovering the New World Columbus Created, by Charles C. Mann. Have read from local libraries, sometime want to get a reference copy. Covers the ecological consequences of Columbus and everyone sailing after him, with consequences that rocked around the world as new plants, animals, and diseases spread.

A book on a Japanese diving village which I cannot find the name for, darn it. For all I know it was a very small press thing; it was in an EPA library, of all places. It was black-and-white photography of the people, what they did, and how they lived. Maybe 60-odd pages? If you ever read my fanfic “Shadows in Starlight” and wondered where I got the fishing village that saved Obi-Wan and Kenshin out of a scrape, it’s from this book, as well as the next one.

Fishing Villages in Tokugawa Japan, by Arne Kalland. Unfortunately, this one appears to be out of print. I hope my copy made it through the move. A lot of dry anthropological detail, but it covers how plain old ordinary fisherfolk lived in those times, including their farming and salt-making.

Everyday Life in Joseon Korea. Got this a couple months ago; it’s a translated collection of essays by Korean historians, and is Exactly What It Says On The Tin. It’s got a whole farming calendar, things people ate, how they traded, how they made salt, why you wanted to be a translator if you could, and a bunch of political shenanigans to boot.  

Ginseng and Borderland, by Seonmin Kim. Also a recent acquisition. Mostly about the Joseon Dynasty’s interactions with the Qing Empire, and how they leveraged being a dependent kingdom in a kind of political judo to keep Chinese armies off their border. So a little later than I’m aiming, but it does bring up “what the situation was in Ming before things got messy”. And it’s about ginseng, and the lengths people go to get it, and that is just plain interesting.

Side note here: If you study biogeography at all, there is an interesting biological hiccup in what species are where that no one’s quite pinned down the reason for yet. In short: there are a lot of species in Eastern Asia (including Japan) that have related species in the Southeastern U.S. For example, while crocodiles are across the globe, there are only two species of alligators: American and Chinese. There are three species of wisteria; Chinese, Japanese, and American. And depending who you ask, there are only two or three species of ginseng. Native to - have you guessed yet? - East Asia, historically Manchuria/Northern Korea... and the one in the Appalachians (also in Wisconsin). So if you’ve spent time in the Southeast, there’s... how to put it... a baseline familiarity about the environment over there.

Global Crisis: War, Climate Change, & Catastrophe in the Seventeenth Century by Geoffrey Parker. This one I’ve got now, and am making my way through.

Kindle samples I’ve read, and I want the whole book of, include:

Flowering Plums and Curio Cabinets, by Sunglim Kim. From the way the book’s presented on Amazon you’d think it was a dry academic analysis of art styles. For all I know what’s past the sample might have some of that, but the start, at least, has tons of bits of info on who was making art, why, where they lived, and what businesses and people could be found where in Hanseong (modern-day Seoul). So it’s potentially a treasure trove of details. Interesting.

A Global History of Ginseng: Imperialism, Modernity and Orientalism, by Heasim Sul. Again, ginseng and history.

Catholics and Anti-Catholicism in Chosŏn Korea by Don Baker and Franklin Rausch. So far an interesting look on the Confucian mindset, and what problems there were with it; some of which led to conversions to Catholicism in Joseon Korea. Only Confucianism was considered the basis of the state, and things got very messy.

The Gunpowder Age: China, Military Innovation, and the Rise of the West in World History, by Tonio Andrade. Covers gunpowder, how it developed, and why there was eventually a split between Europe and China in tech. The author thinks the main problem may have been the Qing Empire had too few enemies, until it suddenly had too many enemies. And thus lost the institutional military skills and know-how needed to keep militaries innovating.

Bringing Whales Ashore: Oceans and the Environment of Early Modern Japan, by Jakobina K. Arch. Where Conrad Totman covered “The Green Archipelago” of Early Modern Japan, and how it kept pressing against its ecological limits, this book wants to cover the “Aquamarine Archipelago” and explore how Japan exploited marine resources through the Tokugawa age on.

The Great East Asian War and the Birth of the Korean Nation by JaHyun Kim Haboush, William Haboush, and Jisoo Kim. Covers the Imjin War, the surprising amount of ordinary people rising in militias, and how that got people of the Joseon Dynasty to start thinking of themselves as a nation instead of just a kingdom.

And there’s at least a half-dozen more samples on Ming, Qing, and Joseon Korea I haven’t gotten to quite yet....

*Stares at list.*

...You know that face you make when you realize you could drop a thousand on Amazon, easy, and barely make a Wishlist dent? Yeah, I’m making that face.

(Especially if I got some of the DVDs I want for story research. Dr. Jin and Live Up To Your Name, to list two. Timetravel isekai! With doctors!)

So! Hope this might come in handy; either for direct research, or for people trying to get a handle on “what do I look for to research history beyond politics?”

[magicalgirlagency]

huh? did something come up about the Saban Moon pilot? isn't it considered lost media? (sorry if this question makes you uncomfortable btw, i'm just a bit out of the loop)

A youtuber named Ray Mona has recently uploaded a 2-parter documentary entitled "The Western World of Sailor Moon", and in the second part of the documentary, it's revealed that the pilot for Saban/ToonMakers' Sailor Moon has been found after all these years.

It turns out, that the pilot has been on the Library Of Congress this whole time. The documentary was solid and had good quality, but this revelation was pretty anti-climatic, if you ask me.

This rant of mine will be basically a more detailed version of my ramblings from my previous post's tags, so hold on tight, this'll be long.

When growing up, english dubs of anime were a major annoyance to me. I didn't knew why, but they always have rubbed me the wrong way.

I couldn't articulate on why I hated english dubs so much; it'd always boil down to "I don't like it", and that was it. But now, since I am an adult, I can express and criticize with much more ease.

Sure, Saban Moon isn't an eng dub, but it is an americanized material that derivates from a japanese one. And not only it's americanized, but also horribly disconnected from the source material. It's Sailor Moon only in the name.

It's like how FATE: The Winx Saga only has the names of the characters, but it's all so horrendously divorced from its series of origin and all feels so fanfic-y (and not the good kind of fanfic-y).

You see, the issue that I had with older eng dubs was that the West would purposedly erase japanese culture (like how in 4Kids' Pokémon, they would change onigiris/riceballs into jelly-filled doughnuts), and this would escalate into even dumber things (like how in 4Kids' One Piece, the marines' firearms would be replaced with water guns).

The eng dubs were racist and stupid. Basically, american television, designed to appease the sensitive masses. This description may seem harsh to some, but it's the truth! And Sailor Moon was no exception.

Specially when it came to LGBT+ representation. Like how Zoisite was changed into a woman to censor his relationship with Kunzite.

Or when Sailors Uranus and Neptune were made into cousins, and this has only made their relationship awfully incestuous and weird.

Or when they pulled a Zoisite yet again, but with Fish Eye instead when the Dream Arc was on (in the 90's, each of the Amazon Trio had specific target preferences for their victims, and Fish Eye would target men).

And there are rumors that the Stars Arc was left undone because the Sailor Starlights would've cracked some eggs in early years...

So yeah, not only older dubs were racist, but they were homophobic, too! Yep, typical american television!

And of course, SABAN had a hand in all of this. I mean, those are the folks behind that atrocious Pretty Cure dub! I mean, really! Glitter Force?! Even though the original title consists of english words?! BLERGH.

Yeah, yeah, I know that we would've gotten a wheelchair-user Mercury and a black Jupiter, but at what cost?! If it's from a frankensteined abomination of a show that erases the japanese heritage of the original, then I don't want it.

And I don't know if I should feel honored or offended that Sailor Moon almost shared a name with me... sure, "Victoria" sounded like a much better option than the obvious and spoiler-y "Serena", but still...

Saban Moon was also going to be a Space Opera of sorts, with the emphasis being put on the alien heritage of the characters, which it could've been great if it weren't for the fact that it's Saban Moon.

It was clear that they wanted to do their own thing, their own series with their own stories and their own characters, but they had to butcher pre-existing material for it.

Why couldn't they have done the Inspector Gadget approach? Inspector Gadget was created because DiC couldn't bring Lupin the Third to the West at the time... and it worked! People loved Inspector Gadget! It's a timely classic!

Anyways, I HATE english dubs. They deliberatedly lie to you about its content, and treat you like an idiot. The only eng dubbed anime that I've actually enjoyed was DragonBall Z. But other than that, "Subs, Not Dubs" is the only way for me.

[moonlight-records]

LOSCAR MASTERLIST

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*all fics can be found here on ao3!

PLAYLISTS (SMAU):

★ meddle about summary: The one where Carlos is scared to risk his friendship with Lando, Lando's trying to move on from his crush on Carlos, a blast from the past resurfaces and the grid is tired of these idiots and will do anything to get them together

VINYLS (Y/N):

n/a

ALBUMS (SERIES):

★ meddle about summary: The one where Carlos is scared to risk his friendship with Lando, Lando's trying to move on from his crush on Carlos, a blast from the past resurfaces and the grid is tired of these idiots and will do anything to get them together

CASSETTE TAPES (OC):

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