#the writing was excellent *chef’s kiss*
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odairiver · 9 hours ago
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#i watched kandi play through one and a half chapters just now#and my god they did their HOMEWORK#the setting is so familiar#the accents are what i hear every day#the voice acting and character writing are PHENOMENAL#and as short a peek as we've taken so far the worldbuilding is excellent and fleshed out#they REALLY set it in the South not just using southern gothic hallmarks as set dressing#this game is gorgeous#ps: the MUSICAL IDENTITY in this game is *chef's kiss* on point
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South of Midnight is an excellent game that tells a uniquely Black, Southern Gothic story.
It's excellent, and I'd recommend you support it in some way.
Also worth checking out this article.
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mythmerth · 2 days ago
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from my February and March readings, I’ve collected a few more merlin fic recs for the people…
ive been primarily rereading in March so I’d have to change up the style anyways xoxo here’s both!
For favorite long (80k+) fic I’m absolutely choosing The Scroll and the Sword by Elizabeth. The modern-with-magic and haters-to-maybe-you’re-not-bad-shit-I’m-in-love adventure of it all, I was thoroughly enjoying this one from start to finish. The plot hooks you, the romance gets you kicking and screaming, what else is needed ykwim. It also captures the brilliant merthur idiocy, really a gem!
For favorite mid length (30k-80k) fic I’m going with A Language With No Words by neptunesyellowsands! It’s a really great canon era post finale Arthur survives fic. The gradual acceptance of magic and grappling arthur does is just *chefs kiss*. It also has a sequel which was really great as well- just a really enjoyable series!
For favorite short fic (<30k) I’ll choose And He’s Still Left With His Hands by witchmd13! It was so beautifully written and I love the detail of focusing on hands in various scenarios throughout the story. It’s canon era, very soft and such a pleasant read plspsls check it out
since I’ve been rereading so much, I’m gonna do a shorter list of rapid fire novel reads and then another one of favorite rereads~
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At the end of the world by b92morgan was a unique take on omegaverse soulmatism with a lot of lore and plot to back it up. not really canon era, not really modern, somewhere in the middle!
If you like your ouchie fucked up fics, Shackled by Obsessionist may fit the bill. It’s canon era and painful and pay attention to the tags cause it definitely keeps getting worse before it gets better, but still a good read!
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Following the beast by Footloose is following the fucked up trend in a different way. you just don’t get this kind of fucked up BAMF merthur often, morality is a bit lost here. Modern era with lots going on, and watch the tags cause even though Arthur’s the actual antichrist and earns the title in every respect he still has quite the age gap with merlin
My way home is through you by evaelisaa and Leandra is another great modern-turned-canon era fic. I love the transformation merlin especially goes through as he realizes where he belongs. the first kiss scene gets me screaming every time
The Dragon Rises by Footloose is an all-time favorite. It scratches the canon era itch but technically isn’t. Unique plot, incredible lore, the merthur in it is pure excellence, I’d recommend it to damn near anyone
Though Love Like Light Can Flee by horsecrazy is a wonderful modern era read. like these idiots, absolutely incredible the way they dance around each other Ten Million stars out of five
that’s it for now! sorry for the format switch but I hope it still works <3 god I’ve been busy and offline and this has been in my drafts but tehe I’m still hereeee!
psa I’ve been getting the itch to write again and it’s been distracting me like crazy… if I posted snippets of original work would that be welcome? 👀 let me know! I love to do more writing too but it slows down my reading… hmmm…
see you later for next months lists!!!
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shoujoaccent · 2 years ago
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I can really write an essay about gojo’s past arc because it’s really at the point where I need to be asked specific questions so I’m not rambling on forever
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kenobiwaned · 2 days ago
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This is incredible! I can't believe that it only took you a week! I would have spent at least a month agonizing over it.
"My children provide pyres for funerals to protect the dead to this day," you say. "To ensure there is nothing left for him to take."
That's such an incredible piece of lorebuilding, and it fits in so well with the established canon and it's totally heartbreaking.
"Of course you loved your other children, the many who were thrown into the meatgrinder, but Mairon had instructed you to bind Maeglin's heart to your own and you'd thrown yourself into the task. Finally, a son you who you wouldn't outlive."
Yesss!!!! This is exactly what I have always thought! How utterly strange and wonderful it would be for Adar to raise an elven child after years of being father to the Uruks who he is consistently outliving. I actually made a point in the fic that I'm writing!
But then he loses Lomion too, and that must have been crushing after finally getting used to the idea of having a child who wasn't going to die. Ugh, and Sauron knowing exactly how to break Maeglin, understanding that what was needed was genuine sincerity. I know that in canon, it's pretty up in the air about where Sauron was at the point of Gondolin's fall but this feels exactly how he would have gone about it if he were there.
"You nod. "After he escaped, the sign for Feanor evolved into the insult 'star-plucker', since Morgoth blamed Feanor for the stars going out." You sign that with a snap and a flick of your wrist."
This is so funny? Like, I know that Maedhros and Maglor loved their father. They never would have sworn the oath if they hadn't, but also there has got to be a powerful resentment mixed in there, even without the burning of one of the twins (which I know is only semi-canon). I can see why both of them would laugh at this. I live for the weird kinship that Maedhros and Adar may have experienced at Angband. Also, the epithet of "star-plucker" forshadowing everything with the Silmarils? *chef's kiss*
"sent to torture the elves for your masters. look at you, wicked thing.  what benefit did you even get from this?  a good elf would have died. you must have wanted this." 
Ugh. Shades of Celebrimbor being held captive by Sauron in Eregion. So very in-character for him to take insecurities and turn them against them. At least Celebrimbor had a little practice standing up to this kind of reverse psychology (I feel like oath-bound Curufin indulged in this parenting tactic a lot and that Celebrimbor would have had to have learned to stand up to it) but Adar is SO vulnerable to this kind of manipulation.
"When you wake up, your children tell you that your hand will never be the same again. that you all have been summoned to Mairon's side. That you have the crown. "
This is such a brillant explanation for how Adar's hand was damaged. And the way that you wrote the fragmented memories was so excellently crafted and heartbreaking.
Overall! This was amazing and I loved every moment of reading it!
@malkaleh an angry pile of seaweed stopped playing on the beach and....
This, then, is Maglor son of Fëonor: tall and immovable and fragile as a pillar of stone stood out in rough waters: the last remnants of a cliff worn to a cave worn to arch worn to spire that knows that it too will crumble at last- but before that it will stand, and it will not bow. This is Maglor, whom Adar's child calls Atya: this being with a young face worn by years of sorrow, silver threads shot through dull, coal black hair and smelling faintly of seaweed, and of salt spray.
...Adar is reasonably sure that's Cirdan's tunic that Maglor Fëanorion is wearing. It is too clean, to whole, for a wanderer, and too large for the elf's slender frame besides. It is Cirdan who has brought him thus far into the Halls, who sent for Adar to come forth and has bidden Maglor wait until the shipwright returned from speaking with Elrond and Celebrimbor, ascertaining if they wish the kinslayer to be admitted or no. Adar suspects Lord Cirdan asked Adar to stand guard much like men use their great dogs to protect more docile livestock. To scent for danger, and if danger there be- slay it before it can harm his children. Well, that Adar will gladly do. He plants himself before the door that leads to elves' quarters; he folds his arms, and he sharply stares down Maglor's queer, eldritch gaze.
At length, the Fëonorian speaks. "Tell me of them. My Elrond. Tyleprinquar, my brother's son. Tell me of them."
It is a quiet voice, a voice that rasps with grief and over use, a voice that humms with power and snakes out like tendrils, grasping at Adar's own tongue and coaxing it to life, to tell Lord Mauklaure of the gentle warmth of Elrond's smiles, the endless movement of Celebrimbor's fingers-
Adar jerks his head in defiance. "No," he growls, bearing his teeth; Maglor hisses. Actually hisses, full throated and deliberate like an angered swan issuing half a challenge, half a warning. The tree-light in his eyes scorches into cold and endless burning.
Adar is neither cowed or impressed. "What right have you to either of them?" He asks coldly. "The youngling you abandoned to strangers? Your nephew, who rejected his sire and you and your litter-mates rejected him in turn? They are both risen far above thee, cursed son of a curséd father : if they ever had need of thee it was long before now- when Elrond might have kept one father, though the other slayed himself; when the Song of Maglor Prince of the Gap might have torn treachery in Eregion out by the root ere it sought to seed. You are come too late."
"And who art thou, to determine that? " Maglor replies, just as coldly. "Think you that I sent my children from me because I wished it? The Valar were come to Middle Earth. Better my little stars be amongst those the gods favoured, than those they despised and might brush away at any moment. As for my nephew...I thought, more than once, of seeking Ost-in-Edhil, for more than once I heard that the Lord Celebrimbor welcomed all, and was loved by all, and that kinslayers and the survivors of kinslayers, and dwarves, and men, all lived in peace together . Tell me," Maglor's eyes pierce Adar's own gaze, and his voice is bitter now with self-loathing. "Do you think that would have held if I, too, had been welcomed there? Kinslayer and traitor; murderer, thief, and stealer of children am I: if Lord Celebrimbor welcomed me, how think you that Þauron would have used it, once he decided he wanted the city for himself? How think you that any who envied Eregion's splendour and wealth and thought to tear it apart for their own purposes, would have been able to use it? I would have been a rod to beat him with, any time Gil-galad and he had a disagreement."
"You think you endanger them," Adar says, lip curling. "That is your justification for staying away. Justify your presence, then. Since you say yourself, it can only bring harm-"
The door behind him opens. Cirdan reappears- and with him, Gil-galad. Maglor's eyes narrow, just for a moment. And then, in one fluid moment, he drops to his knee. "High King. "
He does not bow his head. He does not speak further. Gil-galad looks down at him, lips thin with displeasure. "Maglor Fëanorion. For the love I bear those who still, it seems, love you, you have my leave to remain in Lindon. You do not have leave to depart and we will discuss, later, the very narrow limits under which your presence will be suffered."
Now Maglor dips his head. "The High King is gracious. I am at his disposal."
He rises. Gil-galad looks to Adar. "Take him to Elrond and Celebrimbor, please, they're waiting for him. If he distresses them in any way by all means feel free to drag him back out again by his hair." The King stalks away. Maglor graces Adar with a sardonic smile. As they head in the opposite direction to the King, the Fëonorian says:
"If you do decide to seize me be the hair, warn me first. I cannot promise not to startle and do you harm."
"You might attempt it," Adar returns.
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Given the way Elrond launches himself into Maglor's arms the moment he sees him, Adar begrudgingly honours Celebrimbor's request for privacy, and joins Galadriel, Celeborn, and Finrod, who are discussing this development with varying levels of unease. Galadriel, it seems, has never forgiven Maglor for how she found Elrond after the young Peredhel had tried to leave Gil-galad's camp and work his way back to the Fëanorians. Celeborn's thoughts are with Elwing, his kinswoman. Finrod considered Maglor a friend, and grieves that his friend chose not to surrender to the Valar when he was given the chance, certain that something could have been worked out...
Adar thinks Maglor and Maehdros had the right of it, so far as trusting to the Valars' mercy goes, but he keeps that to himself.
The hours pass. At length, Maglor reappears- a silent, solitary silhouette stood in the margins of the doorframe, body turned to the side so as not to look out into the little garden where Galadriel, Celeborn, and Finrod went purposely to avoid him.
...Adar refuses to acknowledge any sort of feeling of gratitude for the gesture.
"They are sleeping," Maglor says quietly as Adar comes to him. "Elrond and Tylepë both, I-"
He seems softer, than before, his angles less sharp, his bearing less fey. And then, completely to Adar's suprise, Maglor Fëanorion drops to his knees and bows his head. His dark hair falls, brushing Adar's boots. "My thanks," he says softly. "My endless gratitude, Lord Adar, for protecting my children. For saving my children, where I failed." He rises again, exhaling softly, and drags a hand through his hair. "I must go to the King," he says. "Elrond and Celebrimbor are sleeping...my thanks, Lord Adar. I will leave you peace." He bows. He smiles. And he turns and slips away.
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ikkaku-of-heart · 2 years ago
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Thinking about goddess!Ikkaku again. Just imagining my goddess of Light and Guidance being protected by shadows sent by her nightmare god big brother. I love their dynamic. @medicus-mortem they are just so good!
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mejcinta · 6 months ago
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esouliie · 11 months ago
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everything comes out, teenage petulance ⋆⟡˖
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– synopsis | someone from wanda’s past interrupts your saturday morning and you’re not happy about it. wanda, however…
– warnings | angst, hurt/comfort, age gap couple, reader is younger & inexperienced and with that comes✨ emotional immaturity✨ but wanda is *chefs kiss* at giving reassurance :3
– notes | not proof read but the writing is rough!!! but but but i tried to write the inexperienced reader in an age gap relationship with the concept of conflicting emotional maturity… and i hate it lol, the dialogue sucks ass :/ i wish i could write reader with better petulant teenager energy!
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You woke up to the smell of fresh coffee and the soft hum of Wanda moving about the kitchen. Saturdays with her are your favorite, a break from the routine of the week. The sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. Wanda's voice floated in from the other room.
"Good morning, sleepyhead," her tone gentle and affectionate. "I've made us some coffee."
You stretched and yawned, making your way to the kitchen where Wanda stood by the counter, her eyes twinkling as she hands you a mug. You took a sip, savoring the rich flavor of your favourite Colombian blend, overloaded with the insurmountable amount of sugar and cream she put in. Usually, she complains about how you take your coffee - constantly complaining how your daily sugar intake was enough to knock out an elephant - but she knew you wouldn’t drink coffee any other way.
And you needed coffee.
"Thanks, Wands," you mumbled as you smiled up at her, noticing her nose scrunch as she mimicked your smile. She's a few years older than you, and she wore it with pride. She was confident in herself, there was never a time she felt insecure about her age, and the most emotionally intelligent person you’ve ever met. In the beginning of your relationship, all of your “arguments” ended with healthy communication from Wanda’s side whereas you’d close up like a clam, refusing to talk or fight or even run away. You’d just switch off. And so, her maturity and confidence used to make you feel a bit self-conscious. But every day was better, because you have an excellent teacher who loves you endlessly.
You and all your emotional problems.
"Ready for our walk?" she asked, reaching for the leash. "Lucky's been waiting all week."
You nodded eagerly. "Absolutely. Let's go."
You both had been watching Lucky for the past couple weeks. Your bestfriend - Kate Bishop - had recently gone to Russia to visit her girlfriend’s parents. You were all for it, an exciting buzz had followed you the whole upcoming week. Wanda was a bit unsure at first, having never owned a dog, she wasn’t sure how to take care of it, but you reassured you had enough experience for the both of you.
The park was just a short walk from your house, and as you stepped outside, the crisp morning air filled your lungs. Lucky, the exuberant golden retriever, darted ahead, his tail wagging furiously, but never too far away from you both. The park was alive with people and their pets, the sound of laughter and conversation mingling with birdsong. Children ran across the grass, their gleeful shouts echoing through the trees.
Wanda took your hand, her fingers warm against yours. "It's such a beautiful day," she said, her eyes scanning the park. "Perfect for a walk."
This week had been especially busy for both of you. Wanda had been tirelessly working as the director of her own gallery, a lifelong dream that she had finally realised after months of dedication and effort. Meanwhile, you were preparing for your finals, which meant spending countless hours holed up in the library or Wanda's home office. As a result, the past few days you had seen very little of each other, making the rare moments like this morning even more precious.
You hummed in agreement and squeeze her hand, feeling a rush of affection for the blonde. “Here! You take this!” She offered, handing you Lucky’s ball in exchange for his lead.
Just then, before you could run off to play fetch, someone called out, "Wanda!" Her grip on your hand immediately loosened, and she dropped it, stepping a few steps away. You turned to see an older man - his mousy brown hair styled neatly with a suit jacket over his arm - approaching with a skip in his step.
There was no ring on his finger.
"Wanda, is that really you?" he asked, a broad smile spreading across his face , showing a bit too much teeth for you, as he hugged her warmly. You almost rolled your eyes as they rocked side to side in their embrace, shared laughter floating between them.
As fucking if.
“Vis! It’s been ages.” Wanda is the first to pull away, and yet her arms are still wrapped around his biceps. Your eye twitched as you notice her brush her fingers along the stretched fabric.
You stood there awkwardly. The pair fell into easy conversation as if they were ex lovers or something, and you waited for an introduction that never came. Their voices became a distant murmur as you drifted away from the conversation, your attention returning to Lucky, who was no longer by your side, and who was dangerously close to the pond, trying to reach the ducks with his snout.
“Lucky! Leave the ducks alone!” You called, grabbing his lead from Wanda’s, albeit loose grip, hurrying over towards the dog who was either ignoring you or hyper-fixated on reaching those ducks.
You’re not sure what happened next. You either spooked Lucky out of his trance or he really was being an ass today, but as soon as you got close enough to clip his lead to his collar, he spun on his back legs, knocking into you and zooming away. You stumbled, your balance slipping as you flailed to stay upright. With a yelp, you tumbled down, your body hitting the muddy bank. Your leg splashed into the water, soaking your entire leg. Wet and cold, you scrambled to stand up but a sharp pain shooting through your ankle had you sinking back on to the bank, before you managed to pick yourself up on your good leg. Tears from the pain and embarrassment blurred your vision as you looked down at the state of you. Your pretty dress Wanda had picked out for you this morning was coated in mud and all sorts of dirt. You watched in grimace as pond water dripped out of your shoe as you moved away from the scene of the crime.
Remembering you weren’t alone, and your girlfriend had probably seen the dog wipe you out, you searched for Wanda, only to find her still with her “old friend.” In fact, they seem to have moved over towards a spare bench as you noticed how close they were sat next to each other. Turned towards one another, their arms were basically brushing. Wanda had laughed at something Vis had said as she threw her head back, almost falling backwards until he grabbed onto her, pulling her closer towards him.
The sight made your stomach churn. Anger swirled in a violent revenge inside, and yet, it was sadness that slipped down your face. You felt a burning sensation in your chest and a lump forming in your throat.
All you wanted to do was go home.
A mother and her young daughter who had watched you fall made their way over to you, the question already posed in the way she looked at you. “Are you alright?”
Your teary eyes shifted back to the bench. Still lost in conversation, you watched and waited, wondering what it was they were talking about, wondering if she had even noticed you’re hurt.
But it’s clear she hadn’t seen you fall… or maybe she just forgot you were even here.
“I’m fine.” You replied, but your eyes deceived you.
The woman followed your gaze, “Oh! Are they your parents?”
You scoffed but there wasn’t any bite to it, and fresh tears rolled off your face, “No.”
You began to hobble forward, in search of Lucky but the stranger was one step ahead of you. She grabbed onto your arm, claiming you shouldn’t put your weight on your injured ankle, as she sent her daughter ahead looking for Lucky. She found him in no time, on the other side of the pond, no longer trying to reach the ducks but sat watching them.
You called for him, and without a fuss, he came. You clipped him to his lead, as he stared up at you curiously. He seemed to sense your distress and was suddenly still, looking up at you with a sorrowful expression, as if he understood the part he had played in this. Before you could return to full height, he leaned his head into yours. His actions saying a thousand words, and you couldn’t help but smile at the pup, giving him a little scratch. “It’s okay, bud. I know you didn’t mean to.”
Meeting the concerned mother’s gaze, you pointed towards Wanda, “I’m just gonna…” You trailed off but she understood, turning away with a genuine “get well soon”, instructions to ice your ankle as soon as you get home, and her daughter in hand. With that, she turned in the opposite direction, heading back towards where you fell.
You walked in the other direction, deciding to go around Wanda. You didn’t want to see her right now. Noticing the park exit in sight, Lucky dragged on his lead, trying to turn back the way you came.
“No, Lucky. We’re going home.” You ushered him through the gates, “She can stay here with him.”
A shout caught your attention. Behind you, Wanda was walking - almost running - towards you. The man was nowhere in sight. “Y/N! Where did you go? Why are you leaving?” You noticed a tinge of frustration in her voice, but that was dropped as soon as she took in your soaked state. “What happened?”
“Oh so you did remember I was here.” With that, you turned and walked away as fast as your ankle would let you.
“What-?” You heard Wanda struggle for words behind you before she caught up, her hand grabbing your cold, still - damp arm. “What do you mean? What happened?”
“You would know if you weren’t so impressed by your boyfriend back there.” You spat, shrugging off any hold she had on you.
She grabbed your arm again, firmer this time. “He’s not my boyfriend. His name’s Vision. We went to school together. I haven’t seen him in years.”
Her tone remained the same soft melody, despite the obvious frustration earlier.
You remained silent, scoffing in reply, as you tried to walk away, but she stopped you again, turning you around to face her.
Her warm hands held your cheeks, forcing you to make eye contact. “Hey, what’s really wrong?”
Her gaze softened, concern evident, and you felt tears pooling again as you fought within yourself, torn between letting go of your anger or clinging to it like petulant teenager.
“Don’t shut me out. Tell me what’s wrong.”
“You forgot about me,” you whispered, your voice trembling as tears streamed down your face. She wiped at them and a hum encouraged you to continue.
“You dropped my hand, and was talking to that guy so much, you didn’t even know I was still there. Lucky was acting up, so I went to get him, and I fell in the pond. My ankle really hurts, I think I sprained it, and I’ve ruined my dress and—” A sharp sob cut you off as your emotions overwhelmed.
Sensing your distress, Wanda pulled you into her arms. “It’s okay, baby,” she consoled softly, her voice remaining gentle and soothing.
Being in Wanda's arms usually helped you calm down. The warmth of her embrace and the gentle rise and fall of her chest as she breathed steadily would bring you a sense of peace. You would listen to her heartbeat, syncing your breath to its comforting rhythm, as her presence soothe your worries away.
However your anger surged, unable to latch onto a single thing as it flailed wildly. You pushed back against her chest, but she didn’t let go. "No, don't baby me! You forgot about me! I fell into a pond, and you weren't even there to help. A stranger did, Wanda. A fucking stranger cared more about me than my own girlfriend because she was too busy with some fucking guy!"
Her grip tightened slightly as she whispered, a juxtaposed effort to your loud volume, “I know, and I’m so sorry.” But you were too upset to care, your hurt and frustration drowning out her words of apology. You tried to close down on yourself, shielding away from the pain.
“Wanda, let go of me,” you said, hands pushing against her as your voice trembled with the effort to hold back the flood of emotions.
“No,” Wanda replied firmly, her eyes searching yours. “Tell me how you feel.”
“I already told you! ” Her persistence had you shouting again, the walls you were trying to build around your heart crumbled. Tears welled up in your eyes as your throat closed up as you started to sob uncontrollably. Frantic images of Wanda on the bench with the man flashed through your mind, tormenting you. You wiped at your face desperately, but the tears kept coming, a torrent of pain, betrayal and immeasurable grief.
“You acted like I didn’t exist,” you choked out between sobs. “It was like you were ashamed of me.”
Wanda’s eyes widened, not expecting that to be your response. “I’m not ashamed of you.” She said, her voice cracking with emotion. “I don’t know why I dropped your hand or why I didn’t introduce you as my girlfriend. It was a mistake and I’m so sorry.” Her own tears began to pool, her sorrow evident.
“I could never be ashamed of you, Y/N.”
She pulled you into a tight embrace, tears falling on top of your head as she whispered a few more apologies, and a promise to do better, to never make you feel invisible again or doubt her love for you.
“I want to go home.” You whispered, with a defeated energy.
Wanda remained unconvinced, though she understood your struggle. She had been tirelessly encouraging you to be more open about your feelings, and she had seen you make significant progress. However, she knew that progress wasn’t linear. Despite your improvements since you first started dating, she anticipated the occasional bad day. Recognising that this conversation wasn't suited for a public setting, Wanda shifted the focus. “I think Lucky does too,” she said softly, nodding towards the enthusiastic dog at your side.
You followed her gaze to Lucky, who was wagging his tail so energetically - despite the tense conversation he had just been present in- it seemed he might take off at any moment. “Okay, boy. Let’s go,” you said, giving him the command he was eagerly awaiting.
As the golden retriever began to trot down the street, you turned to the older woman. “I’m sorry, Wands.” The weight of those few words lingered in the air, before you felt a gentle squeeze on your hand as Wanda had intertwined her fingers with yours, her grip reassuring and steadfast. “I know. I’m sorry too.”
She didn't let go the entire way, and once again, her presence was a silent promise of growth, support and understanding as you made your way home together.
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fanaticsnail · 1 year ago
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Kiss their cheek
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Word Count: 220-650 for each character
Sanji, Zoro, Luffy, Law, Kid
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Synopsis: It was a simple reaction, an impulse you felt organic and out of your control. Their cheek was right there, and the swell in your chest and spike of adrenaline prompted you to lunge forward and capture their cheek beneath your lips. How do they react to such a soft touch? Do they shy away, or do they respond in kind?
Notes: I have hit a follower milestone and I am freaking out about it. I don't normally post about the follower count, but this is simply too incredible to not mark the occasion for. To distract myself from the sheer number of you that found my writing good enough to follow, I have a little drabble for you to enjoy for my favorites. To quote the goodest and bestest boy there ever was: “Thank you for loving me.” I love you all too. Art is not done by me, found on Pinterest
Themes: cheek kisses, feelings, monster trio, supernova trio, crewmate!reader, unrequited love, confessions of love, no prior romantic relationship, gn!reader, pure fluff, A little OOC while I'm still learning about a couple of the blorbos.
Tag List: @sordidmusings @since-im-already-here @feral-artistry @writingmysanity @gingernut1314 @i-am-vita @cinnbar-bun
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Blackleg Sanji
“Dinner was beautiful as always, Sanji,” you cooed at him, swooping forward and collecting his smooth cheek beneath your lips in a small kiss, “Well done, Chef.” Holding his cheek in contact with your lips for a few moments longer before pulling away with a broad smile. 
“You’re most welcome, love,” he returned your affectionate demonstration, his lips finding your cheek and grazing your flesh with his lips. 
Both of you reacted as if this touch was not uncommon, not something out of the ordinary in the slightest. This was the first time you had given him this small gesture, demonstrating your appreciation for his hard work with something as simple as a small kiss. 
The fact that this kiss was so freely given to him had Sanji’s heart catch in his throat, his pulse rapidly beating and elevating the flow of his adrenaline through his veins. His family of origin comes from a culture that kisses on the cheeks to greet and farewell friends, acquaintances and even enemies. Why did this kiss feel so perfect against his skin? 
He would do anything to feel your lips on him again, often giving you preferential treatment in the hopes your lips would find his skin once more. Should he gather up the courage to turn his head, claiming your lips within his own, would you turn away? He hoped you wouldn’t. 
Roronoa Zoro
His mind could not comprehend the moment that just befell him. 
It was a simple night of comradery and relaxation. The air felt alight with joyful merriment: Brook playing music, Sanji ensuring each of you had an adequate meal. It felt light: nothing plaguing, hunting, seeking, nor fighting. It was simple, and that is what it felt. 
It being a simple and small kiss against his right cheek.
“You are an excellent first-mate, Zoro,” you laughed up at him, taking his hand and giving it a gentle squeeze, “A noble knight and fearless protector.”
Zoro’s head couldn’t produce a single thought to form a string of a sentence. He had not felt this way, the ignition of a small swell of passion to not involve swordsmanship, ever before. 
In all the realms of intimacy and subtle touches, Zoro was inexperienced in receiving and reciprocating. Zoro was, for lack of a better word, a virgin to such an expression of unbridled affection. 
“Th-Thanks, I guess?” he grunted, his brows arching at you. You giggled, patting him on the shoulder and offering him a warm smile. 
“You’re welcome, soldier,” you cooed up at him before turning on your heel, following the gentle rise in rhythm with your hips, dancing along to Brook’s playing. He followed your movement with a keen eye, more enthusiastic about your gentle sway and soft laughter than he was moments prior. 
Monkey D Luffy
“Oh, Captain!” you smiled at him, hooking your arm over his shoulder and drawing him close to your face, “Your cheeks are so cute. I could just-,” you halted your words, lunging forward and peppering his tanned cheeks with several fluttered kisses, humming throughout each press. 
“Oi, oi, Docinho,” he chuckled, swatting at your hands and writhing within your arms, “Stop that. I am a hardened criminal. I am a captain! You’re not meant to think I’m cute, you’re meant to dote on me and offer me tribute of your loyalty!” You giggled, allowing him to swipe your body away from his. 
His eyes darted away from yours, his lips curved in a soft pout with his brows furrowing in a deep frown. For a moment, you thought you truly offended him by your lips finding his skin. Your eyes widened, your hands shaking defensively to desperately retract your affectionate touch.
“I’m sorry, Captain. I didn’t mean to-,” you were silenced by several inexperienced kisses littering your cheeks, nose and forehead. The cheeky chuckle that followed each of the small pecks only prompted your mind to chase your heart with its rapidity. He placed his hands over your shoulders, laughing whole-heartedly at your frazzlement. 
“If this is the way you’re offering me tribute as a wonderful captain,” he hummed thoughtfully, “Perhaps I’m not so bad at the job after all.” 
Trafalgar D Water-Law
“You work too hard,” you sigh against his cheek, pulling away from his cool flesh and raking your eyes over his face, “You deserve to take a break some time.” You watched the small hue of pink rise to dust over his cheeks, his hair at the nape of his neck standing alert and rigid. 
Unsure what exactly prompted you to seek out your captain’s cheek with your lips, you were regretting the small brush of your lips over his smooth skin the instant you drew yourself away. Watching as Law inhaled a deep breath through his nose, he exhaled a lengthy breath through his lips: following the small gesture with a soft hum. 
“Just know that you’re appreciated, Sir,” you reiterated your stance, ensuring you held your eyes against his to reinforce your seriousness, “I-... We appreciate you, Captain. We love you, and want to help you achieve your goals. Just-... Just know that, okay?” 
Yellow eyes followed your exit, watching every step that you took and hearing the hollow floor ricochet the reverberating tap of your boot heel. His haunted gaze held firm to your retreat, silence growing heavy at the closure of his office door. 
He could not stop thinking about the kiss all day. The way your lips felt against his cheek, the way he felt the small elevation of your smile - the way his heart swelled in his chest, and the way his breath caught in his throat. He wanted to know what it meant. He needed to know if you were being friendly and supportive, or if you wanted more. 
Lips over his cheek, the catching over the words “I appreciate you” with your reassurances that he is loved and worthy of devotion, inhibited him from welcoming slumber for several days. In the hopes of providing him encouragement and loyalty to soothe his rapidly sporadic mind, you aided in him in only finding restlessness. 
Growling at his own racing emotions, he hastily drew up the transponder snail and dialed your personal shell. He awaited the annoying hum, the crackle of the receiver halting as you picked up the call. 
“C-Captain?” your groggy voice called over the snail, “Cap, it’s nearly five in the morning. I clocked off the overnight shift and only just got to sleep-.”
“-Do you love me?” he quickly spurted the words before he could stop them. 
Your mind did not have the capacity to mask your words, given your groggy sleep deprivation. Yawning your answer into the transponder, Law’s heart raced at hearing your words.
“Of course I love you. We all love you,” you confirmed, rolling your neck and taking a moment to collect yourself, “You’re my captain. I pledged my allegiance to follow you, sir. What are you calling me at-?”
“-No,” Law’s voice crackled over the receiver, his tone immediately waking you of your prior tired state, “I need to know what it meant. I need to know what it meant. Why did you kiss me?”
“What?” you began, shaking your head and brows beginning to knit in confusion, “I don’t understand what you’re-.”
“-Why would you kiss me knowing your lips would haunt me? Knowing that that kiss you gave would scorch and mark my heart?” his voice rose as his temper boiled over the edge. “You know I closed myself off to this bullshit. You know what giving me a small amount of your affection would do to me. Why would you-?”
“-Because I love you, Law,” you uttered in a low voice. You flung your legs over the bed, feet finding your sleep shoes beneath your mattress. Your confession hung heavy in the air, your heart and mind fully awake and comprehending your every waking minute. Silence was heavy and swollen with tension, your mind racing over all the possible retorts Law could throw at you. 
Dismissal, execution, exile, abandonment: these were the responses you deduced to be the most appropriate response. In its stead, you were greeted with a small huffed chuckle and a low rumbled retort.
“Come to my office,” he hummed into the receiver, “Show me more. I-I-...” the transponder crackled as Law found his words, “...-I need more.”
Eustass Kid
“In some cultures, it’s seen as a sign of respect,” you nodded your head, bowing your down to him, “It’s an extension of submission and admission to serve beneath a mighty ruler. Hands are the most common to touch, but kissing a cheek is the most intimate expression of-.”
“-Fine, you can kiss me,” the gruff rumble of Eustass Kid’s voice dismissively crackled. He rolled his eyes, turning his cheek away from you to hide the bite of his lip to stifle his rising blush. 
Affectionate touches was not something Kid, nor his crew, were very experienced in receiving. When he offered you the chance of joining his crew to achieve his goals, Eustass Kid did not expect you to dote and coddle each of his crewmen into submission beneath your affectionate touches. As the last member of his crew to be a recipient of your gentle touch, he truly did not comprehend why his heart was beating with anxious rapidity. 
“Only if you’re sure-,” you began, halted by a harsh bark from your captain.
“-I said it was fine, didn’t I?” his gruff voice cut through the air. While his head was still turned from you, he stretched out his right hand to await a small touch from your lips. 
But his cheek was right there. You couldn’t help but spring at the opportunity to rise up to Eustass Kid’s seated position on the wooden bench aboard the deck. He was ripe for doting and peppering a flurry of kisses all over his face, but you held yourself back from such an expression of unbridled affection. You opted to start slow.
Gently touching his shoulders, you stooped down and pressed a sweet and intentional kiss atop the apple of his cheek. You felt his breath catch in his throat, an unintentional whimper halting in his nose at the soft expression of your admiration.
As you pulled away from him, your upper left arm was caught by the wide and firm grasp of the captain of the Victoria-Punk. His face was still turned away from you, but the crimson hue of his pale face gave away the elevation of his heartbeat. 
“I’m sorry, Captain. I should’ve just gone for the hand-,” you began, attempting to tug away from his grip and apologize properly to him. 
“C-Can I-...” he grunted out a gruff cough, continuing to hold his face away from yours, “...Can I have another one?”
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ohsotwistedideas · 7 months ago
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a pocketful of recommendations! 。・:*˚:✧。
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a/n : hi !! as a fellow reader, i thought i would finally make a list full of recommendations. it's what these writers deserve <3 these are some of my favourite works, which include fluff, smut and angst!
this is an 18+ blog, mdni please!
aaron hotchner :
anything by @ssahotchnerr and @hotchfiles (absolutely love the way they write him)
all of @solardrop's works!! they're excellent <3 as well as @kimstills's fics: blame ; crazy ; savor (some favourites!)
@cerisereids series we can't be friends (wait for your love) chef's kiss truly!!
@basketonthedoorstepofthefbi: this two-part story, that i cannot stop thinking about and constantly reread <3<3<3<3 (to be fair all of jamie's works are a must-read)
@louvaine: midnights
@lauriegraham01: close to you
@honeypiehotchner: juno ; sleepy
@hotchscoffeecup : two part series : stuck + unstuck !!
@boneblushed: ignorance by infatuation
@moonlightspencie: solace
@hotchner-edu: eyes don't lie
@cxrrodedcoffin: don't call me kid
@mariasont: marked territory
spencer reid :
anything by @nereidprinc3ss, she just gets him!!
@street-smarts00: weirdest place
@raekensluver: second to none
this cute drabble by @street-smarts00.
@parfaitblogs: false god
@dr-spencer-reids-queen: love drunk
the behind closed doors series by @incognit0slut !!
@cerisereids: please don't have somebody waiting on you + all of her other works, they're excellent <3
@pathologicalreid writes him so well !! red flags is a favourite of mine!
@avis-writeshq: off my face
stiles stilinski :
@murdrdocs: torn at the seams
@itsjustrosee: worried sick
the don't tell scotty series by @strangerstilinski <3 also recommend all of her other works !!
steve harrington :
anything by @forevermoreharrington !! <3
rafe cameron :
i am a sucker (and truther) for soft! rafe <3
@forevermoreharrington: dancing with our hands tied; i think you're everything i've wanted
one of the best fics i've read is only on wattpad: old money.
others :
@luveline writes for most of the aforementioned characters (and more) and i cannot recommend her writing enough, an absolute joy to read her works!!
@mariasont has a really fun series with reader x aaron and x reid !!
I will be updating this list! <3 happy reading!!
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autumn2may · 2 years ago
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apparently i'm a genasi blood hunter
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finally completed my dnd quiz! featuring a mix and match of 30 races and 14 classes, discover who you would be in the forgotten realms! i'd be a satyr artificer :)
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miley1442111 · 9 months ago
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hiii!! i was wondering if you would maybe wanna write a Chef Luca x reader that takes place at the Ever funeral (they met there) and they get to tell everyone that they are engaged? that would be very cute i think
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time after time- chef luca
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a/n: thank you so much for requesting, I loved this idea and maybe got a little carried away... :)
summary: a look in at your life with luca
pairings: chef luca x fem! reader
warnings: kissing, cursing, smut (18+) (piv, oral (f reciving), fighting, anxiety, brief mention of vomit, reader gets hurt, blood, talk of injuries and stitches (i think that's it??)
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As you walked into the Ever funeral, you couldn’t help but feel the nostalgia hit you like a wave. This was where you’d learnt to cook, where you met some of your best life-long friends, and of course, Luca. As you looked at the halls you’d known so well, you couldn’t help but think about your time there, and how it had impacted you, in every way. 
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Your first day…
You walked in ten minutes early. You were supposed to be twenty minutes early, if you hadn’t had to stop and vomit before you left your new apartment. Chicago was growing on you, though you were surprised at how cold it truly got there, since you’d been living in Spain for the past couple of years. You walked through the halls, everything new, as you greeted fellow students/ chefs. Everyone knew who you were, you were supposed to be a rising star in the food world, winning the ‘Rising Chef Award’ that year for your work in Azurmendi restaurant, a michelin star restaurant in Spain. You were supposed to be the best, so when people found out you weren’t, they would have a fucking field day. 
Carmen Berzatto was quiet, but he was the person you clicked with the most. Clearly the mentally disturbed got along well, that's what you two said anyways. 
Luca was a fucking prick. He was the cockiest of cocky pieces of shit, he was acting like he owned the place, and better yet, he was fucking stunningly gorgeous. You turned to your new friend, Gilian as she swooned over the British accent, tattoos, and built arms. 
The day went by smoothly, hitting it off with other chefs in the group, but never really getting close enough to Luca to really see anything other than his cocky smirks and party-boy aura. You loved Ever already, and you were excelling. You got put with Gillian as your partner, and Carm was put with Luca, and though they both tried to switch, no one would take the other, so they were forced to deal with it. 
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Your first week…
Luca and Carmen were a match made in hell. They politely threw digs at each other right under Chef Andrea’s nose, and when they were caught, she was too fond of the both of them to actually punish them. You’d learnt that Carm had a great way of getting people to do the things he wanted them to, aka, screaming at the top of his lungs, and Luca was slower than Carm, which meant they were both equally as insufferable as each other. Like you said, match made in hell. 
You stayed late one night, trying to perfect a recipe you were supposed to send back to Azurmendi. It was beating your ass, every single time it just felt wrong. Like something was missing. 
You watched in horror as Luca walked into the kitchen, his apron on and a bowl of pastry dough in his hands. 
God, this was going to be a long night. 
“What are you making?” He asked, kneading the dough. 
“Just something for Azurmendi,” you mumbled, not exactly wanting this conversation to progress. Some of the girls had been complaining about his ‘asshole behaviour’ but what they really meant was that he was handsome and didn’t want to go out with them. 
“Can I see?’ he asked, and you nodded slowly, moving out of the way of the dish to let him try it. 
It was a deconstructed caramelised banana pudding with raspberry compote that was still missing something. He walked around the counter, his eyes on you the whole time as you absorbed yourself in the plate. It looked beautiful, but did it taste good? You’d tried a hundred and one things with it, strawberry compote, vanilla sauces, mango, everything. This was your last resort. 
He looked at the plater, moving it around to get different angles. It was a stunning presentation, he couldn’t lie. “What does it taste like?”
You shrugged. He chuckled. 
“What?” he chuckled. “Are you messing with me?”
You shook your head. “I don’t like bananas, or raspberries,” you shrugged. “You taste it and tell me.” 
He was in shock when you handed him a spoon. “You’re sure?” and you nodded.
He dug in, tasting the banana pudding, with the caramel, and the raspberry compote and… it was delicious. Probably the best thing he’d ever eaten, and from the prettiest girl he’d ever seen. See, you wouldn’t know this until years later but since the first day, he’d been looking at you. He’d wanted nothing more than to even be friends with you, he didn’t even know he;d one day become your boyfriend, then your fiancé, and soon, your husband. “That’s fucking brilliant.”
You smiled softly. “You sure?”
“Best thing I’ve ever eaten, hands down,” he nodded, taking another spoon. 
You chuckled. “You’re just saying that.”
“No, trust me, I’m not,” he said, shovelling another spoon into his mouth. “You mind if I finish this?” He asked, mouth full of the dessert. Usually stuff like that would make you gag, but Luca made it funny. You found yourself laughing. “Luca,” he smiled, holding out his hand for you to take once he’d finished his meal. 
“Y/n,” you smiled. 
“You’re really impressive, I’ve seen your stuff. I’d love to pick your brain about Azumendi, if you wouldn’t mind me geeking out about you for a few hours?” He smiled. He was pretty charismatic, and pretty well… pretty. 
“Sure,” you nodded. “When are you free?”
“Saturday night? I know this great restaurant nearby,” He smiled. 
“I’m free Saturday night,” you nodded. “Sounds like a plan.”
“Sounds like a date to me!” Chef Andrea called from behind you two as she walked in. You two jumped apart, despite being pretty far apart to begin with. 
“I-um-you didn’t- it doesn't have to be-” you stumbled over your words as Luca watched with a crooked smile on his face. 
“It's a date,” he cut you off. “Unless you don’t want it to be.” 
You nodded. “Then I think it’s a date,” you smiled. 
Luca was sure to thank Andrea the next day. 
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Saturday night…
You got out of your chef white’s the second you got home and straight into getting ready for the date that was forty-five minutes away. You did your makeup, got dressed, then waited by the door for Luca. 
The doorbell rang and there he was, pink shirt, black slacks and that same Luca smile. He looked you up and down and smiled. “God you’re fucking gorgeous.”
You felt yourself heat up at his comment. “You don’t look too bad yourself.”
He smiled wider and off you went to Lorenzo’s, an Italian spot near Ever. 
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The night went off perfectly, he was sweet, funny, and he actually listened to you as you geeked out about food and restaurants and everything in between. Luca was great. 
When he dropped you back off at your apartment, you were laughing so hard you almost fell over, he caught you by the waist, pulling you into his as he chuckled. 
You didn’t realise how close he was until you noticed his breath on your cheek. Soon, the laughing was softened to sweet smiles, and he cupped your cheek and kissed you softly, much softer than you'd imagined. His lips were sweet, still tasting of the berry dessert you’d shared after your delicious meal. You pull back, a shocked smile on your face.
“I really like you,” he admitted, blushing. “And I really want to take you out again.”
You smiled. “I’d really like that.”
His face lit up. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” you nodded. He let go of you, watching as you unlocked your apartment door. 
“Bye,” he smiled. You couldn’t resist, you pressed your lips to his again as his hands circled your waist and yours went to mess up his hair. 
“Bye,” you called after you pulled away, turning to go inside. He looked so good like that, lips red, hair slightly tousled, shocked look on his face. It was nice. He was nice. 
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One month in… 
Luca watched you as you walked into the kitchen, talking with Chef Andrea as she asked about the dish you had made in Azurmendi. He thought you were gorgeous, his eyes were always drawn to you in every room. The past month had been full of dinner dates, getting lunch, and sometimes meeting up for breakfasts before work. He was falling in love with you, and he knew it. Everything about you made him want to know more, to spend more time with you, to be with you. Granted, he hadn’t asked you to be his girlfriend yet, but all that would change today. He’d decided that on your usual lunch break, he’d ask you to officially be his girlfriend. That was the right thing to do, right? 
“You good man?” Carmen asked, chewing much too loud in Luca’s opinion. 
“Fine,” he answered, finally out of his trance. 
Carmen stared at him for a moment. “You good?”
“Good Chef,” he nodded. 
“Cause it looks to me that you’re staring at Chef Y/n,” he observed. “And that means your head isn’t in the kitchen. Is your head not in the kitchen, Chef?”
“My head is as firmly in the kitchen as yours is up your ass Carm,” Luca retorted before leaving to grab his ingredients for the day. Carmen Berzatto was a dick, Luca had no idea what you saw in him as a friend. 
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You were cutting, the same as always. Then you felt the familiar nudge that CArm had been giving you in recent weeks, just a friendly tap on the back as he passed behind you. Then there was a knife in your hand. “Fuck!” More specifically, there was a huge gash in your hand. 
Everyone’s eyes shot up, all attention on you. No one moved as you grabbed your hand, blood gushing as your eyes welled up. You crouched down, holding your hand in pain. 
“Y/n-” Carm tried but Luca was quick to swoop in, kneeling beside you. 
“Are you alright? Come on, let’s go,” he held you as he led you out of the kitchen. He held you close, practically carrying you as he put you into his car, rushing you to A&E. 
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Some stitches, a lot of bandages, and a blood bag later (you’d lost a lot), you were discharged and exhausted. Chicago A&E wait times are no fucking joke. Luca drove you back to your apartment. 
“Anything I can do for you?” He asked, still worried about you. 
“Do you want to come up and we can get takeout? I need to thank you for taking care of me today,” you chuckled. He shook his head, a smile on his face.
“No need for thanking, I’m just glad that you’re ok,” he smiled. “But I will take you up on dinner, since we missed our lunch date today.”
You walked up, hand in hand (not your hurt one), and led him into your apartment. He’d never truly been inside, only getting glimpses, but he knew he’d love it. It was perfect, it was so you. Knick-knacks from you various hobbies and pictures from your life, even one of you as a kid. 
“Cute kid,” he smiled, picking up the photo. You laughed. “She’s cuter now.”
You rolled your eyes at his bad joke. “Shut up,” you chuckled. “What do you want for dinner?”
“Lorenzo’s?” He offered. 
“Wow,” you chuckled. “Call back to when we first started dating.”
He nodded. So you were dating, right? “Exactly.”
“Huh, look at that,” you smiled, trying to keep up the facade of not being very nervous about this. “It’s been exactly a month since.”
“Our one month anniversary,” he smiled and your heart melted. He also thought you were actually dating, even if he hadn’t specifically called you his girlfriend, and you hadn’t explicitly said he was your boyfriend. 
He was silent for a moment, so were you. Just looking at each other.
“That means I can call you my girlfriend, right?” He asked, a bashful smile on his lips. 
You smiled back. “Yes.” 
“Good,” he groaned, pulling your waist into his. “I’ve been wanting to call you that all month.”
You chuckled. “I’m glad.”
He smiled. “So you’re my girlfriend.”
“So you’re my boyfriend,” you chuckled and he pressed his lips to yours. 
“Have I ever told you how gorgeous you are?” he asked, pulling away. 
“I don’t think I deserve that title after crying today. I’m an ugly crier,” you chuckled. 
“You are not an ugly crier, plus it was Carmen’s fucking fault anyway,” he defended. 
You shrugged. “Things happen in the kitchen.”
“And that wouldn’t have happened if Carm was such a piece of shit,” he cursed, smiling at you. 
“Let’s just order dinner, yeah?” 
He pressed his lips to yours again. “Yeah.”
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Two months in…
You and Luca had both had a shit day, nothing had gone right in the kitchen, you’d burnt yourself, and Carmen was really getting on Luca’s nerves, to the point of a screaming match during lunch. 
He pushed you up against the counter as he pressed searing kisses to your lips and neck. You were boiling, despite the freezing kitchen.
“Luc,” you groaned. You and Luca hadn’t gone further than heavy making out, and something told you that Luca wasn’t slowing down this time. It was late, you were the only two still there, who could it hurt?
He pulled your t-shirt over your head pressing a kiss to your clavicle. “So gorgeous.”
“Luca, someone could come in,” You hissed as he pressed kisses down your torso. “Luca!”
He looked up from between your legs, eyes dark and hair messy, and a part of you just didn’t care. You wanted him. “Please baby.”
You nodded, a smile on your face. He pulled off your jeans and underwear in one fluid movement as you lay back. 
“So pretty baby,” he pressed kisses to the insides of your thighs as you started overthinking the entire situation. Someone could just come in, anyone, even Andrea, you had no fucking idea. Also, did Luca actually want to do this? Most guys didn’t like eating pussy, and you didn’t even know the last time you’d shaved. 
He finally pressed his tongue against your clit and your brain short- circuited. “Luca!” You moaned, putting a hand in his hair. “Fuck Luca, there!”
Luca added a finger, then two, until you were writhing on the table, fucking you past your first orgasm and into another one, as he moaned along like he was being pleasured by this.  He didn’t stop sucking and fucking your pussy with his tongue for a long time, despite how hard he was in his boxers, despite how much he wanted to fuck you. You tasted incredible, something he could only dream of recreating, oh, that was a good idea… Anyway, he fucked you through two orgasms, then stood back up. 
You whined at the loss of contact as he unzipped his trousers, taking out his cock. God, he was big. Big, and fucking thick. “Luca I-”
“Are you on birth control?” He asked, spreading some of your slick over his cock and stroking himself.
You nodded. He smiled. 
“Good girl.”
And with that, he pushed into you in one painful thrust. You moaned into his mouth as he pressed his to yours in a searing kiss. He let you adjust, then slowly started moving.   
“Faster,” you begged. “Faster Luca.”
He was all too happy to oblige. 
And that’s how your first time fucking Luca was in the kitchen of Ever. 
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The big fight…
It had been a shit fucking week. Chicago was cold and damp, and your bike had gotten a flat on your way home from work. Shitty. On Monday, your trainee burnt you, then blamed you. On Tuesday, you didn’t even see Luca, he was too busy at Ever. On Wednesday, you smashed your phone screen. On Thursday, Luca’s mother called to say she was visiting next week, with absolutely no warning, so that meant you had to sort out your new apartment all night. 
Shitty. 
Luca barged in, angry from the week. All week he had been fucking up. Small mistake no one should be making, let alone him. Worst part? He hadn’t seen you all week. But there you were, sitting on the couch with a book, snuggled into a throw blanket. 
“Hey,” he called out. No reply. “Baby?” No reply. “Babe!”
No reply. “Fine, fucking be like that.”
Luca marched into the bathroom, his anger bubbling. 
You hadn’t even seen him enter, too engrossed in your novel and the music in your earphones to look up. After about an hour of reading, you left your cosy spot on the couch, retiring to the bedroom. And there he was, your Luca, lying in bed. 
“Hey,” you smiled, climbing into bed beside him. “I didn’t hear you come in.”
“Of course you didn’t,” he scoffed, pulling away from you. “You never fucking listen anyways.”
You were taken aback. Why the fuck was he being so pissy? “What?”
“It’d be great if you could even give me, your fucking boyfriend, a singular moment of your time, but I see that that’s too much to ask, so I’ll just go fuck myself.”
“Luca, what is wrong with you?” You huffed, confused at his words. 
“Maybe I’ve had a shitty week alright? And maybe I wanted to spend time with you but you were too busy with your book to even fucking see me!” 
You sighed. “Luc, I had headphones in, I couldn’t fucking hear you.”
“Oh yeah? And how many times have I asked you to turn down the volume or take one out so you can hear the world around you?” He asked condescendingly. 
“Baby, you’re not meant to be home until 11 most nights, not 7:30. I thought I had time!” 
“I sent you a text about it and all!”
“I wasn’t on my phone!” you defended. 
He sighed. “I’m not doing this right now,” and he walked out of your bedroom, and out of the apartment. 
And you were alone. What had just happened?
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Luca took a walk to clear his head, but he just felt worse. He was being a dick and he knew it, but he was just so stressed. Work was hard, and you were the only one who made him feel good enough. And recently, since you’d transferred to another restaurant he’d been wondering if he was good enough in the  kitchen, and for you. 
You were amazing, countless chef awards, you’re a beautiful, stunning woman, but you were also kind, patient, and funny. 
Was he enough for you?
 And that night, it had all just exploded. 
He walked back into the apartment to find you on the couch, eyes puffy and red-rimmed, nose running. He felt awful. 
“I’m so sorry baby,” he whispered, kneeling in front of you. “I’m such an arsehole.”
“Yeah you are,” you sniffled. “But so am I. I’m sorry about the headphones.”
He shook his head. “You have nothing to be sorry for. I was just stressed this week, and I’m just taking it out on you. “I’m sorry, and I love you.”
You both froze. In your year and a half of dating, neither of you had been brave enough to admit that you loved each other, obviously, you both knew and felt the love, but neither of you had been brave enough to do it. 
“Oh,” you said, and Luca looked up, a shocked look on his face. “I love you too,” you blurted out. 
He smiled. “Good, I'm glad.” 
You chuckled. “Me too.”
You both burst out laughing. 
“That was so diplomatic!” you giggled. 
“Who says ‘oh’ after someone says they love them?” Luca laughed, pulling you into his arms as you laughed. 
Your fight had been long forgotten in a matter of seconds. 
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“Thinking about things?” Luca squeezed your hand, bringing you back to reality. He smirked at you. 
“Maybe?” You smiled, holding him closer. “You?”
“Of course I am,” he whispered. “You looked so gorgeous on the counter-”
“Shut the fuck up!” You groaned. 
Andrea suddenly appeared in front of  you two, a bright smile on her face. “My two chefs!”
“Andrea!” You smiled, pulling her in for a hug. Andrea had always been one of your biggest supporters (well, her and Luca), always calling when she heard something new about your restaurant, and even coming to visit when she was in London. 
“How are you two?” She asked. You smiled at Luca, who smiled back. 
“We’re engaged,” you beamed, showing off the beautiful ring Luca had given to you, just a week ago. 
“Oh my god!” she squealed. “What wonderful news!”
“What’s the wonderful news?” Carmen butted in, a smile on his face. 
“We’re engaged,” Luca answered. 
“Shit, congratulations!” He smiled, pulling you both in for a hug. 
“Well, that is going to be one amazing wedding,” Andrea added. “Who’s your caterer?” She joked.
You both laughed. It felt good. It felt good to be this loved.
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grabyourpillow · 3 months ago
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My favorite Conclave fanfics (so far)
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in no particular order
Encounters with Turtles - MostRemote ( @mostremote )
Under the pontificate of Innocent XIV, Thomas Lawrence attempts to further social reform while navigating a web of personal struggles. Caught between his troubling feelings about Vincent and a crisis besetting Aldo, Thomas is forced to reckon with the boundaries of friendship, love, and sexuality.
Wonderfully written, very credible and sensible. Love the insight in how the reform process would actually go, how Vincent would try bringing about change, how queer people perceive their place in the church. Bellini is just mwah chef's kiss in this, I can actually hear Stanley Tucci. Ongoing
And This Shall Be A Sign Unto You - Roguekaiju ( @roguekaiju )
He had hoped to see how Vincent was handling the rush of a Vatican Christmas, had hoped to offer some encouraging words ahead of the next few busy days, to tell him, truthfully, that he was excelling.
Lovely lovely fic that feels intimate and warm. Explores the things that hold meaning to Vincent, as he accommodates his new life in the Vatican. There's baking. Complete
Canticle - Marie ( @dagensdatter )
“Do you know some people say you are as John the Baptist to him? Make straight the way of the Lord.”
I don't know how to describe this fic, other than it fulfilled all my wishes in terms of how Vincent and Thomas would navigate what it is between them after the conclave; and how Thomas examines his faith. The writing is incredible and gripping, and incredibly fine-tuned on all that is faith. Introspective. Utterly DEVASTATING, in a good way. Complete
Oh, Sister - Veganthranduil ( @veganthranduil )
The first year of Pope Innocent XIV’s papacy, through the eyes of Sister Agnes.
Brilliant brilliant fic, told though the unyielding, perceptive, hard-working eyes of sister Agnes. It brilliantly explores, the dynamics with Vincent, Lawrence and co intertwined with the daily life of the sisters and also how enforcing systemic change would actually work, with attempts and mishaps. It's so clever to go with Agnes's point of view and hardly anyone wrote it when it makes SO MUCH SENSE. My description doesn't do it justice so... just give it a shot. Complete
No Small Consolation - searchingforserendipity ( @searchingforserendipity25 )
“Do you think our saintly dead come to us to remind us of our tasks?”
He seemed surprised, to have said it at all. But that happened often, when people spoke to Vincent; all his life, it had been so.
Listen, i can't get enough of the scenes between Vincent and Lawrence, and there were so precious few in the movie. This fic feels seamlessly like one of them. Love it. Complete
the very hairs on your head are all numbered - Ruthvsreality
Pope Innocent XIV has long hair. For some reason unknown to him, this is an issue.
This is such a fun one. It's difficult to make a fun yet credible one in the Conclave universe and yet this fic manages it! It's an entirely plausible discussion that Vincent might be subjected to. made super fun because... Well. Ray. Bellini. Vs Vincent being just "???" Complete, very short
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extremelybabygirl · 5 months ago
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who would have thought high school frenemy would turn out to be my favorite and the BEST show in the entire gmm 2024 lineup! the way it exceeds my expectation! in every way possible!
it's a love story about two childhood friends
it's more romantic than most bls and it's not even a bl
good plot and storyline
characters with emotional depths and complex, no one-dimensional flat character
on-point dialogues that bring you to tears
phenomenal acting from the whole cast (especially nani. i don't think anyone else could play this role better!)
amazing chemistry between the main leads right off the bat
no overused cliche tropes often seen in most bls, no unnecessary filler, no product placement
relatively good pace (i don't need to watch it in x1.25 or x1.5 speed lol)
excellent soundtracks and song choices! the lyrics are so accurate you'd think they were written specifically for our characters! in each specific scene! whoever picked the music did the lord's work!
director is a queer woman who directed bls and gls
overall good directing, good acting, good editing, good plot, good writing, good soundtrack 10/10 chef's kiss
people who don't watch this show just because it's not a bl don't know what they're missing
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stillwanderingflame · 6 months ago
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The ability to be a chameleon, to figure out and match the "feel" of characters and a world you didn't create, is a learned skill.
Thank you, mylordshesacactus, for this truly excellent point.
I am aware I have died on this hill before but people who really strenuously argue that fanfic isn't "real writing" drive me insane. what do you meeeaaaaannn. besides the fact that any attempt to define "real art" vs "fake art" is inherently reactionary, it just doesn't make any sense. it's Writing. people Write it. what the fuck are you talking about.
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dekariosclan · 6 months ago
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*kneels at your feet* Oh great Gale-guru, knower of all things wonderful and Dekarios, I beseech thee—
Would you happen to have any good cozy and/or comfort fics or drabbles that you’d recommend? I’ve been having a weird time with work & personal life lately, and would love nothing more than some sweet scenarios with our bestest boi
May my cold, “dead” hands soon be able to shake yours in gratitude. 🔮
No kneeling required here! Especially when you bring me an ask that is the equivalent of Karlach asking Gale for book recommendations 🥰☝️☝️☝️ The joy! The excitement! Only instead of it being Gale poring through all the books in his tower, it’s me poring through my blog to highlight all the wonderful fics and writers. Happy to oblige!
@senualothbrok - Has an outstanding collection of Gale fics which I highly recommend checking out! Writes Gale x FemaleTav/Reader perfectly. For cute comfort, I recommend Content and Nocturnal Postulations.
@ceremorph0sis Wrote this adorably sweet one-shot, post-epilogue, featuring married Gale x FemaleTav.
@ode-to-fury Crafted this Pure Gale Fluff with post-epilogue FemaleTav x Gale. There’s even a cameo from everyone’s favorite Tressym!
@rosieofcorona Beautifully wrote this very very soft and sweet fic, All We Do Not Say, with an early romance Gale x FemaleTav.
@sorceresssundries Has written many excellent pieces, including some of the best poetry this side of the Chionthar. Here she gifted us with a joyfully teary wizard cuddling by the firelight. Gale x MaleTav’s first night in Waterdeep, post-wedding.
A03 writer Tal_Art details loving reassurances between married Gale x MaleTav despite (or because of?) a kitchen catastrophe in Cooking Time. As an added bonus, Tara has some Opinions.
@bakuliwrites Serves us smooches & cuddles in this Gale x gn!Reader fic, featuring Gale in everyone’s favorite outfit (ok, MY favorite) the purple jammies 💜🥹
@littleenglishfangirl Provides a happily married Gale x gn!Reader/Tav fic. Treats us to a description of Gale’s grey streaks which is just *chef’s kiss* perfection.
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As always I have to add the disclaimer that I am SURE that I missed other amazing writers because there are so many in this community so please, if anyone can think of others to add to this list I highly encourage you to do so!
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alisonwritesimagines · 3 months ago
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This Was the Very First Page, Not Where the Story Line Ends
Summary: You and Mihawk set sail to travel around the world.
Author’s Note: This imagine has dust cause that's how long I've been keeping it in my drafts.
Reader’s Pronouns: She/Her
Warnings: Fluff
Do not repost this anywhere!
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You slowly overcame your fear of the ocean when Mihawk took you to other islands that was only a day or two away. When Mihawk thought you were finally ready, he obtained a medium sized ship to take you out to see the world. You had left your position as a teacher at the school since you weren’t going to be home most of the time now.
“Did you tell your boys yet?” Makino asked you. You wanted to spend time with her before you left since she had been your closest friend for the longest time.
“I’ve written to Luffy since he is the only one who keeps in touch with me.”
“Are you sure you want to go out to the sea?”
“My boys are gone and I’ve fallen hard for Mihawk. I think it’s time for a new adventure.”
“What if Shanks comes back?”
“He’s already too late,” you tell her with a sad smile.
“Ready my love?” Mihawk asked as he walked over to you.
“I’m ready.”
“Have a safe adventure. We’ll always be here for you if you ever want to come back,” Makino tells you as she hugged you tightly.
“I’ll miss you,” you tell her with teary eyes.
“I’ll miss you too. I’m so happy for you for getting over your fear of the sea.”
“Thank you,” you say before pulling away from the hug. "I'll write to you!"
"You better," she says. You both laugh a little before you walked out with Mihawk.
You held Mihawk’s hand as he guided you over to his new ship. It was slightly bigger than his old one but still maintained it's minimal aesthetic.
"Are you nervous?" Mihawk asked you.
"A little," you admitted.
"I'll always protect you."
"I know," you say before giving him a quick kiss.
It took a week before Mihawk sailed you both to a restaurant called the Baratie that was a giant ship in the middle of the ocean. After docking, Mihawk led you inside the restaurant where he gave his name to a host.
You both sat at a table that was nicely set up. The restaurant itself was new to you as you had never experienced anything like it.
“This is really nice, Mihawk,” you complimented.
“Order whatever you want my love. You’ve been doing great for sailing out this far,” Mihawk praised.
“Okay."
As you two enjoyed your meals, you heard loud footsteps walking over to your table.
"Didn't expect you to come back here after what happened last time," you heard. You turned to see a chef with a beard and a wooden leg walk over to your table.
"I'm not here for a fight. I'm here to enjoy a meal with my significant other here before we continue sailing," Mihawk tells him.
"I see. Well, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Captain Zeff. Owner of the Baratie," the chef pirate introduced himself to you.
"It's lovely to meet you as well. Your food is excellent," I tell him.
"I'm glad a new palate likes it," he smiled.
"I feel like I've heard of this place before," you mention.
"Luffy has been here before," Mihawk points out to you.
"He has!" You say, now remembering.
"The young boy with the straw hat?" Zeff asked.
“You know Luffy?” You asked the captain.
"Curly hair. Currently worth thirty million berries?" Zeff asked.
"That's my son!" You say proudly, not caring about his bounty.
“Not the smartest pirate so far but he’s got a good heart. You did a good job in raising him on that,” Zeff tells you with a kind smile.
“I’m just glad he’s following his dreams,” you say.
"Took one of my chefs here. But they'll be good together. Especially with that crew of his," Zeff mentions to you.
"Who knows. Maybe his crew will surpass all of you pirates," you joked.
"I like you. Have a bottle of wine on the house. It'll go great with your meal," Zeff said.
"Oh no. We can't ask for that."
"I insist."
"Only if you're sure," you tell him.
"Let me grab that bottle," Zeff smiled before walking off.
"You truly do have a charm that makes everyone fall for you," Mihawk says.
"I'm just that loveable," you joked.
"And you're all mine," Mihawk smiles.
"All yours," you smile back.
Mihawk took you to a new place at an island with a village by the beach. You had enjoyed the travels as you got to see different places and learn of the different cultures. So when you and Mihawk were by the waters, he felt that the timing was perfect for what he wanted to ask you.
“I’d like for you to live with me,” Mihawk says.
“At your home?” You asked to confirm.
“Yes. I want to take care of you Y/n and I would like for us to have a future together,” Mihawk explains.
“I'd like that."
“Good. But before we go to our home, I have one important question.”
“What is it?”
Mihawk pulled out a ring from his jacket and got on one knee. Your eyes widen in shock as you stared at Mihawk.
“Will you do me the honors and become my wife?”
You felt like time froze around you.
“Of course I will,” you say nodding. Mihawk smiled softly as he stood up. Mihawk slipped the ring onto your finger before cupping your cheeks and kissing you.
"I need to tell my boys!" You tell him.
"And you will. Let's just enjoy this between us for now," Mihawk says.
"Okay," you nodded. You kissed him once more before leading him over to the inn you were both staying at for the night.
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