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moonlight-records · 2 months ago
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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
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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.”
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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.
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sauronxgaladriel · 6 months ago
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Haladriel Library
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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
The Trials of Mairon by EllieCarina
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
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myteavsricochet · 5 months ago
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Firstprince fanfics, part. 7
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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?
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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
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7-wonders · 1 year ago
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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
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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
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larz-barz · 1 year ago
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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
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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🥺💕💕
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mikathemonster · 10 days ago
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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 :)
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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!
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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 !
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moonsinkfoxgirl · 7 months ago
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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
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kujo1597 · 2 years ago
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Business Kimber!
I finally properly started to work on “Like a Phoenix.” It’s a series of fanfics going into everybody’s lives as they retire from performing on stage for a variety of reasons. The first fanfic in the series will be called “It All Falls Apart” and be about Jem and The Holograms stepping off the stage. It starts with Kimber telling Jerrica that she’s ready to step into her role as part-owner of Starlight Music and help ease some of Jerrica’s burden by working in the office.
Naturally some yelling was involved as Kimber mentioned that she was woefully unprepared to take care of Starlight Music when the majority of the responsibility for it fell onto her shoulders. So she studied business and promises to do better. Of course she studied from old library books that were written before the personal computer was so widespread.
I dunno, the Kimber we see on the show is quite young. I truly feel that she’ll really mature as she gets older and realize just how much pressure Jerrica is under and try to help alleviate some of that. Although the stress of business does wear Kimber out a little. She’s actually very great at marketing by the way. Another thing about Kimber as she gets older is that she’s keenly aware of the public’s perception of her and acts accordingly. And turned out those skills were transferrable.
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supercantaloupe · 2 years ago
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tagged by @malcolm-f-tucker, ty! my fic writing output comes from a varied and bizarre set of source materials...we both will just have to deal with that i guess
Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written fewer than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway!
le finestre son questa - don giovanni - 1.3k - mar 2 23
Your lady had a difficult evening: you’re not sure what happened, exactly, but you helped her dress for a masquerade before she left, and she returned hours later looking more frustrated and tired than she had when she’d left.
2. (currently still untitled. sorry) - don giovanni - 3.7k - feb 28 23
He wakes to the sound of steady beeping and the vague humming of electronics and machinery. Then, bright fluorescent lights, which he squints against the moment he tries to crack his eyes open. Then, the pain.
3. e buonnotte a tutti - don giovanni - 13k - feb 11 23
“Saint Anthony’s? Really?”
“Yes, really. Punch it into the GPS already.” Giovanni sinks a little lower into the passenger seat and fumbles with his dress shirt buttons.
4. 25th annual solesian national spelling bee - fantasy high - 26k - last updated dec 25 22
“Adaine, I swear to the gods, open this door at once.” The elder Abernant sister pounds her fist on the locked door to the library.
5. deh vieni a consolar il pianto mio - don giovanni - 3k - oct 24 22
The dining room is a mess, with bits of food and shattered porcelain strewn about the floor, and the faint haze of smoke hanging in the air.
6. skeleton in the closet - oklahoma! - 9.4k - may 22 22
“Beth, stay on the path. And stop swingin’ the dinner pail like that.” Clara scolds her little sister, who, from a few paces ahead, turns to give her a scowl.
7. starlight - oklahoma! - 34k - last updated may 13 22
Crickets chirp in the cool night outside. Laurey sits on her bed, trying to enjoy a quiet night in for herself.
8. dance you all over the meadow - oklahoma! - 945 - may 7 22
“Slow down, you’ll trip.” Laurey’s grip on Curly’s arm tightens, and she feels his on her shoulder tense. “What are you in such a hurry fer?”
9. l'astuto cacciator - giulio cesare - 2k - feb 27 22
“Enough financials for now,” Cleopatra orders, waving a hand to her attendants. Papyrus records of tax and grain are swept clean from the table and swiftly replaced with platters of fresh dates, olives, and figs for the queen and her advisors. “Tell me of the Romans.”
10. awake in a lonely room - oklahoma! - 1k - oct 10 21
Old Eighty is hitched to the fence in the front yard. Her eyes are sleepy and bored. 
tagging: @tragedyposting @kingfisherkink @grasslandgirl @pearlandbrine @druid-for-hire @leporellian and @theresa-of-liechtenstein...regrettably i'm not sure who else among my mutuals writes fic at all so i may have to leave it there short of 10 ;;
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searchingforserendipity25 · 2 years ago
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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
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roman-is-writing · 1 year ago
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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!
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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.
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moonlight-records · 11 months ago
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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!
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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.
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mindofmim · 2 years ago
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About the Blogger tag game
Thank you @ash-mcj for the tag
Favourite Colour: Green (like th colour of spring grass and new growth)
Favourite Food: my mother Shepard pie that she makes with ground turkey cause she know I don't like the taste of meat.
Sweet/Spicy/Savoury: savory, definitely savory. I can't get enough of that salt taste lol
Last thing googled: Darren pot hole tumblr joke post. (We hit a pot hole and I wanted to show that one to my mom but couldn't find it on Tumblr, luckily Google rescued me)
Currently reading: so many teen wolf fanfics. Just finished rereading The Hollow Moon, I've also got Fractured Starlight up, but I think I'm actively working my way through the shorter stories in my Marked For Later list.
Last TV series watched: Naked and Afraid
Last movie watched: 8mile
Song stuck in my head: What Does The Fox Say (my mother was singing it all last night and the earworm still hasn't left me)
Something I want: more yarn. I am obsessed at the moment. Cureent fixation is crochet.
Dream trip: I'd love to find all the oldest and all the biggest libraries in the world and then visit all of them.
Currently working on: I am ignoring the 20 something WIPs in my writing folder and crocheting a sweater vest for my mother
Time: 0436 (4:36 am)
I love these, though I'm never sure who to tag. So if you see this and I have tagged you but you want to do it, then consider yourself ghost tagged.
@sterekxhale @rocketdockit @divinemove-sterek
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asleepinglaurel · 11 months ago
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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
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lestatslestits · 2 years ago
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summer, winter, spring, fall :)
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Summer: How do you know when you need a break from writing?
Honestly, it’s usually just the typical physical signs. My hand or eyes hurt, or I’m falling asleep and typing nonsense. Which I have been known to do (One time I woke up and I had a list of minor annoyances like “dog eared library books” and “really bad elevator music” and it took me a while to figure out WHAT that was about but I finally figured out that I had been brainstorming a Good Omens one-shot about Crowley’s horrible attempts at evil).
Winter: Have you ever written a story based on a holiday? If yes, which holiday was it for and what was it like?
I wrote a Christmas themed Wind in the Willows fic once! I wrote it because it was Christmas Eve and I was having an especially rough year and I was trying to cheer myself up. It semi-worked, so. Nice.
Spring: Have you ever scrapped (a huge chunk of) a story to start over? Why did the change come about?
I mostly write one-shots, so I guess it depends on what constitutes a “huge chunk” in that case. In my most recent fic, I rewrote a decent chunk of the second snippet because the scene wasn’t working for me.
Fall: Have you ever completely abandoned a WIP? What led to that decision.
I abandoned a multi-chapter WIP that I posted the beginning of, because I realized it was going to get dark/sad in a way that wouldn’t have been good for my mental health at the time. I’ve also inadvertently abandoned some WIPs because my hyperfixation calmed down and I was like. “What do I do with this information extremely intricately thought out gay fanfic about *checks notes* the trains from the Andrew Lloyd Webber musical Starlight Express?”
Thank you!!
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kato1313 · 4 years ago
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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!
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