#very fair lol very fair indeed
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Lalapril Day 26
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Ayi aisi raat hai jo bahut khushnaseeb hai, Chahe jise door se duniya, woh mere kareeb hai. Kitna kuch kehna hai phir bhi hai dil mein sawaal kahin... Sapnon mein jo roz kaha hai woh phir se kahoon, ya nahin? Ankhon mein teri, Ajab si ajab si adaayen hain. Hoo, Ankhon mein teri, Ajab si ajab si adaayen hain.
This night is very lucky. The one whom the whole world desires is close to me. I have so much to say and yet I questionâŠ. Should I voice what Iâve so often repeated in my heart? Thereâs something special in your eyes Oh, Thereâs something special in your eyes
#aisling surrow#my oc#my wol#ffxiv wol#ffxiv oc#ffxiv gposers#ffxiv lalafell#lalafell#gposers#urianger#urianger augurelt#urianger x wol#wolianger#lalapril#lalapril 2024#translation available since on storm people didn't know what toofan meant lol#very fair lol very fair indeed#anyway this is one of my favorite MUSICAL numbers so it counts
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Well.
#(I'm back)#It was. Uhm. A chapter#First of all: I'm ENDLESSLY GRATEFUL to the person who sent me the translation basically as soon as the chapter came out.#I even did like 90% of typesetting but didn't finish it because I had to go out#(aka with my friends were literally knocking out at my room and I couldn't make it any more late lol)#Mixed feelings about it? Mostly because there's so much exposition... I'll need to reread it another three times before it sinks in#The color page is AMAZING 10000000000000/10 I love my sskks so much they're so cute I love them so much they're so cute.#Easily the best part of the chapter.#The color page was? Very very pretty too? Like a lot more than usual if you ask me! I can't wait for the volume cover đ„șđ„ș#It should come out soon shouldn't it? Usually color spreads / pages open the volume...#Akutagawa fake dying again is funny. Like it isssss but also. Idk it's a little lame how we're changing the pov from ss/kk again :/#I can't even tell if I'm being biased or if it's an actual storytelling critique. I don't care right now I just want to see Akutagawaâ#being cool rather than. You know. Dead on the ground.#That said! It's also very funny and touches my sense of humor precisely.#Like yeah Akutagawa being like the second strongest pm member and overall one of the most powerful ability user in the worldâ#that everyone fears (and I know he is! He is indeed for real!)#And yet he always ends up face to the ground đđđ Like if we don't count the ss/kk fights he literally only ever won against Hawthorne.#And even then he failed to kill him and Mitchell. It's so funny to me. I love him. He's so pathetic#âWow! Akutagawa is so cool and invincible now!â *ends up biting the dust not even two chapters later*#It's okay because I love him. He's very very powerful and he's also very very pathetic I love that for him#That said :/ I don't really care about Fukuzawa :/ Idk :/ Like :/#Don't get me wrong I LOVE Fukuzawa (I don't. I'm mostly neutral towards him) but this is the ss/kk moment man :/ Whatchu doin#That's about it. Let's see what the next chapter brings!#Everything accounted for I'm glad there wasn't like. A ss/kk kiss or any other big big ss/kk moment#(although Atsushi admiring Akutagawa and thinking about his eyes has its fair share of neatness to it!!)#Because with everything going on this evening I really would have been let down to miss it#But I keep hope for the next chapters!! Please...#random rambles#Had tons of fun typesetting! Even though I don't think there's a point in posting it now. But would love to do it again in the future!#bsd spoilers
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from the little of the tag i've skimmed it doesnt seem like the shipping scene is very robust here. most art also seems to be of the non-human variety. i suppose i must fulfil my duty as The One Guyâą
#wiiild text#again im VERY NEW to the fandom so i could very well be mistaken on any/all of this#and dear lord in heaven do not take this as me blaming anyone for anything. this is just standard small fandom stuff yknow.#not accusing anyone (in general or specific) of âdoing things the wrong wayâ; thatd be really silly to apply to a fandom#just...remarking that i'm probably going to have to do the work myself to see the things i want to see. which i'm very used to lol#from what i can tell there doesnt even seem to be an âofficialïżœïżœïżœ ship name for rat and mole and.....#i mean im just gunna call it molerat#most content i see of them is just pointing at the canon and saying how gay they are. which is fair; because they indeed are. incredibly so#but most of it seems to stick so closely to canon + nothing else. which isnt a bad thing! its just...theres so much more there could be!!#and its more or less a desert for anything besides molerat; besides the one chief/lesser wease.l/cheryl??? w/e her name is kiss#like where the HELL is the chief wease.l/mole??? /rat??? where the HELL is toad???#where the HELL IS BADGER#where is the art of lesser wease.l fawning over chief like the big loser (affectionate) he is???#where is the ZEST#i guess think of this as my mission statement. granted i dont pull a toad and drop this blog in a week lmao
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Honestly kind of crrrrrazy but when I posted ITNL chapter 15 I was at 359 kudos and now I'm at 442 kudos
Like I did my whole big re-edit of everything prior in hopes of this arc gaining ITNL more readers (& thus I wanted the earlier stuff to be Better) but man it's kind of wild seeing that actually happen
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#speculation nation#itnl shit#though to b fair a LOTTTT of this was from that fanart#which yeah the inspiration came from chapter 15 so u could say chapter 15 was the push#but really. wouldnt have happened this fast without that fanart.#442 still isnt a ton but i feel like it's finally starting to gain some traction#i dont write for popularity but feeling like my work is being appreciated is a very strong motivator#and i still REALLY want ITNL to overtake Sentido in kudos#felt like a tall dream before. but now we r at 442 vs 856#still got a ways to go but it's feeling like i might actually get there#ESPECIALLY considering that wolfwood is coming in soon#so. i will indeed. be working on it đ«Ąđ«Ąđ«Ąđ«Ąđ«Ą#i had a similar experience with discacc ngl. thats how it is with longfic sometimes#you spend months and months just building and building and gaining attention#and one day you look up and youve got 1387 kudos and ur like. ok Wow#also yes i know the exact numbers. ever since i started posting on ao3 i take screenshots of my stats page every time i post an update#bc i like to see how much it changes between each one. and it's nice to b able to go 'wow! ive gained 200 hits in 24 hours!' etc etc#i swear i dont write for popularity alone but i just love looking at my stats page.......#monkey brain loves numbers go up. lol
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4 Ă 10^5 mol. Na2CO3 (sodium carbonate) is needed to neutralize 0.8 mL of H2SO4 (sulfuric acid).
Hizashi: what's your favorite colour
Shouta: stop asking me stupid questions. Ask me something logical and mature
Hizashi: how many moles of sodium carbonate are needed to neutralize 0.8ml of sulfuric acid at STP
Shouta: ny favorite colour is yellow.
#just didnt want to leave a problem unsolved lol#teach i answered the question#fair tho#very logical question indeed.#i can provide the work if needed lol#anyways have a good day
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You might be thinking, Tee, in your 2023 AO3 wrap up post, you said you wrote a ridiculous amount of HP fic this year - but what about reading? Well, thanks for asking, imaginary audience â as a matter of fact, I did indeed read a lot of Drarry fics this year. A fucking horrendous number of Drarry fics, in fact.
Below the cut are some of my favourites that were published in 2023, arranged by word count.
But first, a note: there is truly an overwhelming amount of talent in this fandom and this list only scratches the surface. These fics all gave me something that I was looking for and were my favourites for a number of different reasons. I hope you can find something new to love here (or reconnect with an old favourite), and that you enjoy these stories as much as I did!
If thereâs a fic from 2023 that isnât here but you really enjoyed, chuck it in the replies section so we can all see it!
đž AITA for being "obsessed" with my childhood nemesis? â @rainstormradish (4k, M) đž
Alrakis I [24M] attended a small boarding school in the UK. There was a boy in my year, a couple of months younger than me, and he became my nemesis after we developed an intense rivalry. My friend [25F] told me recently that our dynamic was "weird back then" and that "itâs even weirder" that I still think about him today. She argued that I talk about him all the time, but I believe the amount I talk about him is reasonable. AITA?
prongymcprongface i completely get what you mean. i had a nemesis (like a school one, separate to my other nemesis) and we had a dynamic super similar to what you are describing. having a nemesis is a very cool and normal thing dw about it. NTA
In which Draco asks the internet if he's being reasonable. Only one commenter is sympathetic. They start talking.
Read for: unique fic idea with a cool layout, humour, boys being idiots
đ» Snug â @moonflower-rose (6k, E) đ»
Potter can't keep his hands off himself. Draco can't look away.
Read for: Draco being Obsessed with Harry(âs cock), Humorous Writing Style
đȘ» Birds Behaving Badly â @peachpety (10k, E) đȘ»
For eight years, Draco has been content living a quiet life of anonymity in Brighton, dodging pesky seagulls and enjoying the ephemeral boys of summer. And if these summer blokes just happen to resemble Harry Potter, itâs a mere coincidenceâdespite what his friends say.
But when a repeat one-night stand challenges him to face his desires, Draco thinks heâs finally over his years-long crush.
A seagull named Kevin thinks otherwise.
For: Unleashed!Fest 2023
Read for: hidden/mistaken identity, summer vibes, Kevin the seagull
đž Under the Confetti Mist â @azalealarae (12k, E) đž
Harry and Draco stay up late working on a Potions assignment in the poorly ventilated eighth-year common room, unaware that disinhibition is a side effect of the elixirâs vapor.
Read for: Sex Pollen, Drarry as Potions partners
đ» Hellos, goodbyes, a thousand midnights â newskyillusion (13k, M) đ»
The world, as Harry knew it, has ended.
At least he has a garden.
OR
Harry and Draco live through the apocalypse
For: Drarry Letâs Play Fest 2023
Read for: body horror, cosy vibes (just trust me, lol), Harry gardening, Powerful Harry, Harry and Draco relying on each other.
đȘ» Amorous As This Lovely Green â @annanother-thing (14k, E) đȘ»
Harry hates being a celebrity. Draco cannot find a single model that fits his vision for his latest line. They both make the debatable choice of trusting one PA extraordinaire/best friend, Pansy Parkinson.
For: Harry/Draco Career Fair 2023
Read for: Harry modelling lingerie, Hot Harry
đž Help! I'm a Hopeless Romantic! â @peachydreamxx (14k, M) đž
Draco turns from the bar, eyes latching onto Harry. He surveys him, one brow lifting, and Harry, like a deer in headlights, throws his hand up with the worldâs most awkward wave. Draco just weaves out of sight, and Harryâs face burns as Ron pats him on the shoulder, then steals a chip. âHe gave you a look, didnât he?â
~ how to get over your crush
~ places that sell cake after 11pm near me
~ how to tell if someone is playing hard to get
A year in the life of Harry's shared moments, and private thoughts
For: Wheel of Drarry Mini-Exchange Secret Santa 2023
Read for: Harryâs Google Searches, Humour
đ» Cool About It â @oflights (M, 16k) đ»
Harry is so excited for his first date with Draco. But what follows isn't so much a date as it is an all-night odyssey including a malevolent lift, a Gringotts heist, a Sleeping Curse, a trip to the kebab shop, a lack of dancing, a Muggle drug, a rooftop pool party, a black eye and, eventually, a sunrise over a Quidditch stadium.
Read for: Humour, idiots in love, first dates
đȘ» The Eighth Sin â @thehoneybeet (16k, E) đȘ»
When Draco is sentenced to five years of house arrest, without magic, alone, the only person to visit him is Potter. But Dracoâs beginning to doubt whether Potter is really there at all.
For: HD Wireless 2023
Read for: dreamy/sad vibes, caring Harry, a beautiful exploration of a relationship
đž Whatâs Mine is Yours â @fluxweeed (17k, E) đž
Harry loses something important. Malfoy helps him get it back.
Read for: smut so hot itâll light you on fire
đ» O Come, All Ye Faithful â toomuchplor (19k, E) đ»
Aunt Petunia died, that was what began everything.
Or rather, Aunt Petunia was dying. In the act of dying.
In which Draco finds faith in the church, and Harry finds faith in Draco.
Read for: Vicar Draco, Harryâs Vicar Kink, Beautiful Writing, Dracoâs Hard Sanctified Cock
đȘ» The Boys of Summer â @saxamophone (19k, E) đȘ»
It's summer, and they're spending it at a lake, far away from everything. Thereâs swimming and a floating dock, cracked and warm in the sun. Fizzy drinks and fireflies. Sticky strawberry ice lollies and beach towels tangled under them.
Harryâs golden skin and love for The Grateful Dead and Fleetwood Mac.
Draco Malfoy is doomed, but what else is new?
For: HD Wireless 2023
Read for: delicious pining, summer vibes, beautiful romance, nostalgic vibes
đž Nature pricks them on to ramp and rage â @goblinmatriarch (E, 21k) đž
Lord Draco Malfoy may be a young man spending time in Dumbledoreâs summer court, but that does not mean he needs to succumb to its licentious frivolity. He carries the burden of his lineage, the shadow of rumours, and the dignity of his betrothal to a good match. He is certainly not fool enough to be distracted by the dark curls and ready grin of the courtâs stableboy, who seems to have taken up with every courtier who looks his way.
For: HP Bodice Ripper Fest 2023
Read for: Historical AU done right, Draco in a codpiece, more riding euphemisms than you can count
đ» True Love Gave To Me â @epitomereally (23k, E) đ»
Itâs the first of December, and all Draco wants to do is make Christmas lovely for Scorpius. But then Harry Potter shows up, asking him to save the world, and it turns out theyâve almost saved the world a couple of times before. One-hundred and forty-four times, to be exact.
Or: what happens after the time loop?
For: H/D Erised 2023
Read for: time loop shenanigans, cosy vibes, adorable Scorpius (and his geese)
đȘ» Nothing But You On My Mind â @moonflower-rose (29k, M) đȘ»
Potter has been in Australia on an internship for almost a year, and Draco cannot wait for him to get back home. They'll finally have a chance to talk about their feelings for each other. What could possibly go wrong?
Loads, as it turns out.
For: HD Wireless 2023
Read for: Angst, Draco/Ron/Hermione Friendship, idiots in love
đž who will receive you in love's offices â @jtimu (30k, E) đž
A year in the life of Draco Malfoy, increasingly derailed by Harry Potter.
In the aftermath of it all, Draco opened an antiques shop. Sort of. Mostly, though, what he did was repair work. People brought him their grandparentsâ charmed silverware or a pocketwatch which was meant to show the stars at your birth but now only held the time, and he would fix them. It was quiet work, a little lonely, but for the repeated intrusions of one Harry J Potter.
Read for: brilliant deep dive into magical theory, smarty pants Draco, enemies to friends to lovers (emphasis on the middle step), poetry references by the bucketful, a version of Draco that lives rent free in my mind
đ» Half Sick of Shadows â @starquestingfordrarry (39k, E) đ»
Harry and Draco have been sleeping together for months, and it's fine. It's enough for Harry.
But when things finally start to feel like the more Harry's been hoping for, a strange tapestry project has him worrying he won't ever get the chance.
Or: the one with sheep, dragons, and a whole lot of weaving metaphors.
For: H/D Career Fair 2023
Read for: Alvin the ram, Harry carving wooden dildos, magical tapestries, atmospheric vibes, an artfully created world
đȘ» Now I Know In Part â @dodgerkedavra (39k, E) đȘ»
Harry Potter is the savior of the Wizarding World. Draco Malfoy is a reformed Death Eater turned Ministry Curse-Breaker. Five years after the War, they're brought together by another mysterious curse.
Only this time, Harry's the one who needs saving.
More specifically, he needs Draco.
They have one month to break the curse, and the clock is ticking.
Read for: Draco taking care of Harry, Cottagecore vibes, bucketfuls of sweetness, great smut
đž Nothing Gold Can Stay â @moonflower-rose (40k, E) đž
One summer evening, Harry Potter vanished in the middle of dinner with his friends. Four days later he came back. Sort of.
Draco Malfoy is on the case.
For: H/D Erised 2023
Read for: Alternate Universes, Married Draco/Harry, Non-Painful Angst
đ»Sharper than a Sea Serpent's Tooth â @goblinmatriarch (40k, T)
Draco expects his research trip to Crete to focus on the ecology of ward design, with perhaps some cheeky visits to the elusive sea serpents and the odd sleepy beach day. Instead, he encounters a Past he's spent over a decade trying to outrun, and a familiar scowl under glasses and a scar. Featuring just so much imagining being on a hot, sunny beach for your winter pleasure.
For: H/D Erised 2023
Read for: Magical Creatures, Greek Mythology, International Location (Crete), Atmospheric Writing
đȘ» LA, Who Am I To Love You? â @epitomereally (42k, E) đȘ»
Harryâs summer in LA is not going as expected. Pansy Parkinson keeps inviting him to parties in the Hollywood Hills and harassing him to finally go to the physical therapist, Blaise Zabini keeps slipping new strains of his companyâs magical weed into Harryâs pockets in hopes of an endorsement, and Draco Malfoy keeps having sex with everyone but Harry.
For: HD Wireless 2023
Read for: Werewolf Harry, Incubus Draco, Acquaintances to Friends to Lovers, Interesting Location (LA)
đž A Pulled Down Shade â fast_brother (43k, M) đž
Harry does not like Draco Malfoy, not even one bit. Never did and never will. That is, until he finds himself married to him.
For: HP Soulmates Fest 2023
Read for: HUGE Grounds for Divorce vibes! Angst, Harry working through trauma, Harry fighting for Draco
đ» The Waiting â @oknowkiss (43k, E) đ»
Itâs been almost ten years since Draco Malfoy disappeared during a routine Curse Breaker training exercise. Harry, his partner in more ways than one, is determined to figure out why. As the past resurfaces and the present fades into confusion, Harry discovers the only thing more unreliable than memory is love.
For: HD Wireless 2023
Read for: Curse Breaker Partners, Angst, Secret Relationship
đȘ» The Unplottable Time Conundrum â @writcraft (45k, E) đȘ»
When the past starts bleeding into the present at Grimmauld Place, an old academic article pulls Draco Malfoy out of his life of luxury. Haunted by the memory of a fleeting post-war kiss and thrust into the ghostly spaces inhabited by Unspeakable Harry Potter, Dracoâs easy life is about to get a whole lot more complicated.
For: H/D Erised 2023
Read for: House Magic, The Order of the Pheonix, Haunted House vibes, Drarry in their 30s
đž Our Objective Remains Unchanged â @citrusses (46k, E) đž
Harry Potter, returning member of the Oxford University Boat Club, has two goals for the spring of 2005: beat Cambridge, and beat Draco Malfoy. Perhaps not in that order.
Read for: Muggle AU, Sports AU, Competitiveness, Damn good writing
đ» Everybody Hates a Tourist â @wolfpants (51k, E) đ»
On a stag do in sunny Brighton with the Gryffindor lads, the last person Harry expects to run into is Draco Malfoy. After a glimpse of Malfoyâs Muggle life in Britainâs gay capital, Harryâs curiosity gets the better of him and he finds himself returning to the seaside again and again, drawn to the city, drawn to this new version of Malfoy that Harry barely recognises from school.
Meanwhile, Dracoâs just trying to live his big and best queer life: working for the weekend, chasing hot men, getting lost in Brighton's nightlife, and making friends with the neighbourhood cats. Why does his former school rival and crush have to show up and spoil everything?
For: HD Wireless 2023
Read for: beautiful relationship building, Harry finding himself, Draco living his best life. I wonât lie, Iâd read the back of a cereal box if wolfpants wrote it â do yourself a favour if you havenât already
đȘ» from love, obviously â bizarrestars (52k, M) đȘ»
"I just mean, doing the right thing because it's right is better than doing it becauseâŠ"
"What?" Draco challenges, amused. "Better to do it because it's right as opposed to doing it because it's not wrong? Please enlighten me on what the difference is."
"You're the difference," is Harry's answer.
(Or: Draco Malfoy comes up with a plan, drinks a lot of tea, and fails to fix a clock. Somewhere along the way, Harry Potter falls in love with him, which wasn't a part of the plan at all.)
Read for: Unhinged Draco, Harry being resigned to Dracoâs antics, Weasley family feels, fast pacing
đž Terrible People â @getawayfox and @wolfpants (52k, E) đž
What happens when Harry and Draco end up on the same Muggle gay cruise? They certainly didn't plan for it to happen (but their friends might have). They're stuck with each other for a week, they might as well make the most of it, right?
Featuring a holiday-long game of Truth or Dare, a very ill-judged FWB proposition, decades-long pining, lots of gin, and a small pair of green swimming trunks.
Read for: Gorgeous Art , RomCom vibes, Gay Cruise, Friends with Benefits to Lovers
đ» Nights With You â @the-sinking-ship (58k, E) đ»
Draco is mortified when moments prior to departing for the most anticipated destination wedding of the year, he is cruelly dumped. But when he learns that Harry Potter has, at long last, split with his horrible boyfriend, Draco is certain his luck has changed. Never a man to squander an opportunity for revenge (and what would probably be a spectacular shag), Draco vows to make Potter his for the weekend.
Now all Draco has to do is convince him.
Read for: Fake dating, mild size kink, international location (Italy), mildly unhinged Draco, hot Harry
Note: This is the fic that made me set up a Doc for everything Iâd read to make sure I wouldnât lose it to the wide realm of the internet.
đȘ» Rookie Moves â peu_a_peu (75k, E) đȘ»
Aurors Potter and Malfoy crack the case.
Read for: Humour, Enemies to Coworkers to Lovers, Unhinged Draco
đž How To Train Your Malfoy â @fencer-x (93k E) đž
Good manners dictate that, when oneâs best friend Apparates onto oneâs doorstep holding the unconscious, haggard body of the schoolyard bully and begging for sanctuary, one ought to invite the two of them in for a cup of tea. Harry Potter sometimes wishes he werenât so polite.
For: H/D Erised 2023
Read for: Dragon Animagus Draco, Harry taking care of Draco, brilliant writing, a funny as fuck premise â I wanted Draco to stay in his unhinged dragon form forever
đ» Symptom of Your Touch â NoxNoir (115k, E) đ»
St. Mungo's Healer Draco Malfoy is used to being pushed to his limits when providing aide to the ailing, but when an unexpected encounter with an out of character Harry Potter throws his life out of balance one night, he is forced to ask himself how far he's willing to push his own levels of discomfort to be of aid to a man in need of help that only he can provide.
Read for: Draco taking care of Harry, Pining, Unrequited love, buckets of sexual tension
đȘ» Recursion â Tessa Crowley (132k, E) đȘ»
A process is recursive when it defines or contains itself; e.g., the Fibonacci sequence, which determines the next number as the sum of the previous two.
But not all recursive processes are mathematical. Recursion can happen in a temporal context when, for instance, the powerful magical force that is true love drags you back in time so it can create itself, endangering the fate of the Wizarding Worldânot to mention the very fabric of space and timeâalong the way.
Read for: Canon Retelling/Divergence, time travel, Slytherin Harry, a truly insane amount of physics/magical theory/intelligence. This fic was too smart for me in the best way. If you liked Chaos Theory read this â itâs even better!
đž Cut From the Sky â @mallstars (150k, E) đž
"I'm stuck in a time loop, reliving November 2nd. This is the 111th time I've lived through today."
Draco stilled. His moody eyes, the tension in his hands where he gripped onto his umbrella, the careful mask of blankness flickering over his face â everything about him was so difficult and so very dear to Harry.
"Ah," said Draco, "and?"
Note: no rec list for this year could be considered complete without including this one.
Read for: Harry at his most loveable, a relationship story told a hundred different ways, atmospheric worldbuilding, Trans representation.
đ» In the Blood â BiscuitBrunch (225k, E) đ»
Harry Potter thinks Draco Malfoy is a slimy git of a defense lawyer, who couldn't care less about doing the right thing.
Draco Malfoy thinks Harry Potter is a filthy pig of an Auror, who couldn't care less about doing the right thing.
They fight, fuck, fall in love, and fight some more.
When they're on the brink of getting their shit together and starting a family, a blood curse surfaces that threatens the lives of Draco and their unborn child.
Read for: badass lawyer Draco, deep exploration of a relationship, working through trauma, slice of life, mpreg
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hey lovely, don't wanna bother u bc you specifically put ceo but those harry pics are making me think dad's friend! harry. like maybe he is married or not. just... dirty thoughts. he is looking very very dilfy.
ACTUALLY UR CORRECT because it does also give that vibeâŠ. So I got a bit out of hand and made it filthy.
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Warnings- age gap, daddy kink, teasing, bratty y/n, name calling/ degrading⊠itâs dirty but if u want more Iâll definitely continue lol
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It was always the things she shouldnât want. Chocolate after midnight, peeking in on Christmas gifts, looking over someoneâs shoulder as they texted. Y/N knew she had a taste for things that should not be- but she had definitely taken the cake when it came to the man sitting next to her at the dinner table.
In all fairness, she hadnât been the only one looking. It was his gaze on her legs that she noticed the first night they were introduced that she had her interest peaked, but it had been nearly impossible for her to leave it alone. Not when he was such a staple in the family dinners they had, the parties her parents threw, hell- he had even joined them at the very lake house they were at now. It was indeed Harryâs lake house that he had offered up for them to use for their annual summer vacation, her father gratefully taking the opportunity. He was just blind to the reason why.
Fucking your fatherâs best friend was probably one of the worst things you could do, but when they looked like Harry? She doubted many people could blame her. Sheâd always been into older men and seeing one as successful and charming as the man to her left, it wasnât hard to give into the temptation. There was guilt there, of course. There was always the knowledge that this wasnât exactly right and it would hurt feelings. But she wanted to be selfish for once.
The first time theyâd said it was one and done. Get it out of their system. The second time theyâd called it a mistake. The third theyâd blamed alcohol and a wedding. By the forth theyâd stopped making excuses. Now she knew the manâs tattoos, knew the spot on his neck he liked to be kissed, she knew his favorite position to fuck her in and that he had the most talented tongue she had ever experienced. She was becoming an expert in all things Harry right under the nose of her parents, who saw him as their great friend.
Her fingers ran over his thigh as he spoke, calm as ever while he sipped his bourbon. He didnât spare her a glance as they trailed to the inner thigh, her other hand bringing the wine glass to her mouth and her tongue being greeted by the tart bite of the notes in the blend. Harry had gotten this with her in mind, she was positive. Not too sweet.
They were talking about something she, quite frankly, didnât give a fuck about. They were in two different businesses but somehow found some way to talk about stocks or something like that. Y/N didnât particularly care as long as Harry kept giving her cute little gifts like the diamond tennis bracelet heâd brought her when they first arrived and he snuck her into his bedroom.
They werenât alone on this vacation- their little friend group of a few men and their wives and grown kids were at the table too, but her focus was on Harry. His rolled up sleeves and hair freshly cut, cropped close tot he sides and growing a bit longer at the top. A perfect amount to run her fingers through.
She knew she was getting into trouble when her fingers brushed his semi hard prick laying under his trousers, a smirk kicking up the side of her mouth. He gripped his glass a bit tighter, eyes cutting to the side discreetly to give her a look. Y/N didnât move her hand, instead running her fingertips over the bulge and pretending to be engaged in the conversation.
Of course she was going to pay for this. But the rush made her even more wet. Doing this in front of people, being bratty because she wanted his dick inside of her two fucking hours ago and this dinner was dragging on, she was aiming for him to give in. Her ass would be sore tomorrow but she would love each stinging slap and yank of her hair.
âCut it out.â He mumbled, hiding his lips with the glass. The words were quiet enough, just for them. The conversation continued around them and no one was the wiser, oblivious to the hand palming over the older manâs cock under the tablecloth.
âMake me, Daddy.â Her soft whisper purred, eyes glittering with mischief. Sheâd signed her own punishment papers there, watching his own gaze darken before shooting back the rest of the drink that was meant to be sipped and savored. Giddiness shot ip her spine as he ripped her hand off, stretching slightly in his chair before saying he needed to call it a night. There was the unspoken promise that laid under his words, the secret message in his tone that meant for her to follow.
It didnât take her long to scurry up the stairs and find the master bedroom, slipping inside the dimly lit room- only to be grabbed roughly from behind, a gasp leaving her lips as she was pressed against the door. The click of the lock was quiet, his labored breathing against her ear making her grin widely as his cock pressed into her ass. âYou just had to be a fucking brat, didnât you?â He growled, wrapping her hair around his fist and tugging back so she arched into him. âGagging for it that much, touching me right in front of your family?â Lips ghosted her neck, making her shudder as the sting in her scalp made her whimper. This was exactly what she wanted, what she deserved. âDirty whore. Fucking cockslut.â
The degrading words were spit in a way that would make the normal girl want to tear up, but Y/N knew she was exactly what he described. She was a cockslut just for him. âWhat are you going to do about it, Daddy?â The slightly delirious giggle left her as if she wasnât about to be fucked brainless, but she loved every fucking second of this. Harry didnât treat her like a little girl. He treated her like a woman, gave her the things she needed. He fucked like a real man should, something she knew no one else could replicate for her. âAre you going to fuck me with them just a few doors down? Donât think youâre going to make me scream loud enough to get caughtâŠâ her mouth dropped as she felt his teeth graze her throat, wishing he could bite down. Not here, not when she had to wear her summer dresses and tank tops.
âNo. Iâm going to shut you up.â Y/N didnât have a chance to react before fingers were shoved into her mouth. The two long digits hooking over her teeth, prying her mouth open as she whined, feeling him grind his thickening cock over her ass. She had wanted this so badly, the neediness of her weepy pussy only reacting to him. Her own fingers never did it justice. Heâd ruined her in ways she hadnât expected to ever be ruined, but she wouldnât change it for the world. âYou arenât going to make a fucking sound unless you want your father to know how disgusting you are. Like to call me Daddy with my cock pounding your perfect little holes.â He hissed, breath washing over her ear as he pressed her further into the door. âSo youâre going to shut the fuck up and lift that pathetic excuse of a dress up so I can slip into the sloppy cunt and make sure you keep your hands to yourself tomorrow.â
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maejonesverstappen short n' sweet is officially yours now!!!
i feel extremely lucky that each time i write a new record i learn a little bit more about myself, and can create from that place. the making of short n' sweet was one of the most special, honest, up and down, stupid and fun experiences of my life.
i thought if something was funny enough to make me laugh then maybe it belonged in a song. happy or sad!
thank you to my brilliant talented friends, writers, producers, mixers, engineers, and creative minds that helped me bring this world and these songs to life. not a serious thought was thunk yet somehow they wefre..lol i love you and am so grateful.
i will keep this short n sweet buuuut more soon. go listen now and i hope you love it
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maxjonesverstappen yeah fuck me i guess..it's not like i sat with you for hours on the piano while jack was on the phone...
maejonesverstappen i love you đ maxjonesverstappen okay đđ love you too đ
user28 MAE WREN JONES!! YOU ARE INSANE!!
isabellaperez i need someone to inject this album into my veins
maejonesverstappen you're insane actually isabellaperez pot meet kettle
user67 this is insane. someone sedate me.
charles_leclerc so this is what you meant by 'no more depresso up in this bitch'?
maejonesverstappen exactly leclerc!! charles_leclerc to be fair, we do love a good sad song maejonesverstappen yes, mr. i helped write so long, london. we are well aware
user19 oh this album has versatility. i was expecting something like espresso to be the entire album noooo.
user27 the range singers have to go from a pop happy song to a sad depressing song will never fail to amaze me user03 for real!! i could never be a singer because i don't have that in me
rhysjones i don't think max will appreciate his wife posting the 5th picture...
alex_albon this is the man who admitted he would sleep with daniel if given the chance... i don't think he cares georgerussell he's too busy talking about retirement in press conferences to care maxverstappenjones1 i'm very secure in my marriage thank you very much maejonesverstappen i however live in fear he'll dump me for daniel and runaway with him
user75 bed chem is about max verstappen.
user47 you're so right bestie. the blue eyes line gave that shit away
schecoperez it's 6 in the morning. i should not have to deal with his screaming this early...
maejonesverstappen i'm very sorry but i warned you against staying with him. maxjonesverstappen1 i would take offense but it's very true schecoperez as the children say...this is my hell
danieljonesricciardo well that's one way to celebrate your anniversary...
maejonesricciardo don't be bitter because i did it before daphne could. danieljonesricciardo my wife released an album on my birthday!! maejonesricciardo tomato tomahto!
oscarpiastri something tells me these guys didn't listen to the full album
logansargeant i know way too much about their sex life baileywinters PINK FUZZY HANDCUFFS??? landonorris SHE'S INSANE!
user54 someone needs to study mae's brain under a microscope †by penelopetrevino, lewishamilton, jensonbutton and others
mickschumacher god bless his mother's genetics indeed
maejonesverstappen this is why you're my favorite mick mickschuamcher đ
victoriaverstappen it's certainly something... great album, ignoring the songs about my brother that is.
maejonesverstappen NO! VICTORIA LOOK AWAY! arthur_leclerc bit too late for that mae...
user43 i wonder how daphne's doing...is she clutching her pearls?
user30 is she flabbergasted? user90 PUH-LEASE mrs jones-ricciardo has no room to judge. she's written worse, possibly. user43 you're so right. how could i possibly forget about dress and the moaning user30 OH MY GOD?
kellypiquet amazing album đ«
maejonesverstappen thanks? btw max isn't in this post is that why you didn't like it? maxjonesverstappen1 mae, we've talked about this. pr is not happy when you pick fights with people. user13 oh the lore here goes so deep it's insane zoyatorres dear user13 you have no idea just how deep the lore goes here.
lewis hamilton if i hear another song about max emilian jones-verstappen's dick it will be too soon.
charles leclerc and somehow I'M the one with the long name
natalia ruiz you have three middle names. you DO have a long name charlie
mark webber it's too early for lewis to be talking about dicks
max jones-verstappen you're just jealous because you've never had a song written about you lewis
isabella perez đ€âïž that's not true jones-bitchstappen george russell ???
isabella perez according to my research, aka a tiktok deepdive with osc at 2 am, one nicki minaj wrote "you ain't fuck nicki, you fucked nicole body" about one sir lewis hamilton
nico rosberg so that is why he ended his career as one hit wonder xnda
lewis hamilton literally fuck you nico nico rosberg you've tried pierre gasly WHAT THE FUCK? lewis hamilton STOP TELLING PEOPLE I'VE TRIED SLEEPING WITH YOU! THAT'S NOT TRUE!
alex albon HE DATED NICKI MINAJ??
lando norris WHO DATED NICKI? alex albon LEWIS!!
lewis hamilton we were friends!
daphne jones-ricciardo weeeellllll lewis hamilton daphne, don't you dare daphne jones-ricciardo i didn't do anything! lewis hamilton YOU WERE ABOUT TOO!
logan sargeant LEWIS DATED NICKI?
freya vettel this is some wild lore we're uncovering here
ollie bearman i thought he was dating shakira?
dulce perez shakira might just be old news, who the fuck knows with lewis
lewis hamilton am i not allowed to have friends now?
george russell unless you're willing to publicly announce your friendship with nico rosberg again, we'll just assume every woman you talk to is your girlfriend bailey winters at least set some realistic standards george, that's never going to happen.
nico rosberg for the record, we are friends
sebastian vettel eh, are you though? fernando alonso stay out of it homewrecker sebastian vettel mark webber ass kisser jenson button you two belong in a retirement home mark webber why am i always getting dragged into shit?
rowan todd wait, lewis dated nicki?
carlos sainz nicki who? pierre gasly nicki minaj she sings that one song about snakes mae jones-verstappen well it's an innuendo for dicks but yes pierre gasly yeah, you would know all about innuendos wouldn't you? mae jones-verstappen this is why rowan's never written a song about you
rhys jones LEWIS DATED NICKI? WHEN?
isabella perez oh back in like 2018 lewis hamilton STOP SAYING THAT! I DIDN'T DATE HER!
zoya torres awfully defensive for someone who didn't date her
jenson button oh he totally dated her
lewis hamilton YOU'RE NOT HELPING? jenson button i'm supposed to help??
daniel jones-ricciardo caught them kissing in abu dhabi
lewis hamilton STOP!
george russell he's actually screaming from his drivers room. i can hear him.
george russell update: bono just went in there an asked what was wrong and he replied with, 'they're driving me insane bono!' george russell and now kimi is asking what's wrong with him. what do i tell him?? ollie bearman nothing, let him live in delusion that all of you are super cool and not at all dumbasses max jones-verstappen who lied and told him we were cool? ollie bearman the internet
lewis hamilton i hate all of you
isabella perez can't wait to force you to do media with charles. especially those stupid song challenges just to play a nicki song lewis hamilton oh my god, what the hell did i sign up for? carlos sainz your own personal hell
esteban ocon what the fuck is happening?
mick schumacher lore dump or whatever they call it these days
maxjonesverstappen1 and maejonesverstappen posted new stories
mae said this was very cutesy, very demure, whatever that means. ps i think she did in fact kidnap one of daph's cats this guy is literally so out of it that he didn't notice that i sent him an old picture and am literally standing right in front of him. ps yes he is literally asleep. pps this not very demure of him.
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rhysjones be honest, did max flip out when he found out you were kissing jenna?
maejonesverstappen it was more of a 'do you really have to?' with a pout jennaortega it was actually a tantrum rhysjones oh i love you. please stick around to humble max jennaortega of course!
isabellaperez petition to have me star in your next music video?? i'll kiss you too
maxjonesverstappen1 back off perez, that's MY wife jennaortega he told me the same thing maxverstappen1 who invited you? jennaortega your wife did actually
user98 this music video altered my brain chemistry. i'm not even kidding
user41 you're so right for that. someone please get them to star in a movie as lesbian lovers user1 she has more chemistry with jenna then she did with barry. as if she would ever dump max for barry †by maxjonesverstappen1 user52 max being a barry hater is so funny to me but you go babe.
lilymhe can i be in your next video??
maejonesverstappen of course my love đ©đ»ââ€ïžâđâđ©đŒ alex_albon i thought you two would grow out of this maejonesverstappen1 wow alex being a homophobe in 2024, what would lewis think? alex_albon I'M NOT A HOMOPHOBE! i just don't want you stealing my girlfriend lilymhe and yet carmen and i never complain when we third wheel you and george alex_albon i-
user30 the chemistry was insane
user54 RIGHT? i need to see them act as love interests in a movie soon user97 max jones-verstappen would probably die user30 he just hates to see a girlboss (jenna) winning †liked by jennaortega user54 it's because he knows jenna could steal his wife if she wanted too †liked by jennaortega
maxjonesverstappen1 you look great and she's there
jennaortega jealousy is a disease, hope you never get well maxjonesverstappen1 i will not lose my wife to a pipsqueak user42 max is currently in the trenches. not only is this man struggling with a fuckass red bull but he's also on the verge of losing his wife
jensonbutton as the children say, i fear this ate
fernandoalo_oficial i don't think you're using that right lewishamilton he is, you're just annoying fernandoalo_oficial to quote jenson earlier, 'you belong in a retirement home' user27 man what the fuck goes on in their group chat? nicorosberg that's a question i keep asking myself every time i open it up. user50 NICO'S IN THE GROUP CHAT?
user34 they ate and left no crumbs y'all
user40 absolutely devoured the fucking plate user62 i blame mae jones-verstappen and daphne jones-ricciardo for my high expectations of music videos now
danieljonesricciardo okay, this one was insane. i love it
maejonesverstappen thank you kind sir danieljonesricciardo of course kind lady user56 if my relationship with my in-laws isn't like theirs i don't want it.
daphnejonesricciardo you're actually insane for this one
maejonesverstappen thanks i got it from my sister đ©· daphnejonesricciardo i hate you đ©·
nataliaruiz actually run away with me, we'll raise jules as our own
charles_leclerc what the hell did i do to deserve this? zoyatorres i don't think she needs to tell you what you did freyavettel yeah we were all there oscarpiastri i agree with whatever they say charles_leclerc all of you are banned from our house nataliaruiz no, you aren't, don't listen to a word he says.
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nataliaruiz i love you the way charlie loves max
maejonesverstappen which is a lot maxverstappenjones1 this is slander charles_leclerc oh so you don't love me? was that a lie? maxjonesverstappen1 oh my god, you're needier than my cats are charles_leclerc this is why you haven't won a race since spain... maxjonesverstappen1 THIS IS WHY I DON'T LOVE YOU!
user09 ferrari x red bull wags are my favorite
user42 personally i love nat and penny too but there's something special about THE lestappen wife and fiancée being besties user58 it's mae being besties with charles but natalia and max being enemies for me
nataliaruiz i might just fight someone with you over the cars
maejonesverstappen oh i am so in maxjonesverstappen1 mae, we've talked about this, you can't fight anyone charles_leclerc silvia said to take this down nataliaruiz silvia loves me, she did not say that
user57 serena and blair taking on f1 was not on my bingo card this year
rhysjones i've heard we're fighting salty spice??
redbullracing i'm sorry what? rhysjones for legal reasons this is a joke maxjonesverstappen1 i can't believe i have to deal with both of you rhysjones this is all because you chose to marry my sister
isabellaperez there are 206 bones in the human body...
oscarpiastri my sisters follow you on instagram... isabellaperez i regret nothing oscar
zoyatorres i thought we were blair and serena?
maejonesversttapen we're more like peyton and brooke zoyatorres you are so right, no man is worth it logansargeant ??? maxjonesverstappen1 YOU TOO?! zoyatorres she was mine first verstappen maxjonesverstappen1 *jones-verstappen please
user86 the matching bows!!!
user31 they're giving black swan and white swan user50 mae being the white swan has never made more sense to me
vancityreynolds i'll say this serena is much more annoying than the original
maejonesverstappen this is why hugh beat the shit out of you in your movie. vancityreynolds suck it vertically challenged!
user26 tall gf and short gf
maejonesverstappen i prefer the term snack sized maxjonesverstappen1 you're literally married to me. you're not natalia's girlfriend. maejonesverstappen never stop your husband from letting you find the love of your life victoriaverstappen oh she's so right maxjonesverstappen1 STAY OUT OF THIS VICTORIA? user26 damn men can't take a joke these days. so sensitive.. user31 it's because max is losing his wife to someone new everyday.
zoyatorres just so we're clear, i'm invited to this 'fighting of people?' there's someone at the top of my list.
maejonesverstappen of course, that's who we're getting first nataliaruiz absolutely kyle_kirwood room for one more? zoyatorres 100% percent! logansargeant please take this down. charles_leclerc please take this down. maxjonesverstappen1 i'm being told to ask for you to take this down. i actually couldn't care less but for legal purposes, please take this down. zoyatorres no â€ïž maejonesverstappen no â€ïž nataliaruiz no â€ïž kyle_kirwood i meant what i said, so no â€ïž
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đđđđđđđđđđđ đđđđ/đđđđđđđđ [Yandere Prince!Scaramouche/Reader]
A/n: After reading so many tyrant otome isekai manhwas, I thought I should give writing one a try... This story ended up being a bit more ârealâ(?) than OI. And I forgot the isekai part LOL. Love this fic a lot because the (L/n) family says the most banger lines. They spitting facts. Anyways, welcome to another throwaway-thursday, enjoy this one, @vennnnn-diagram because... lol.
Unreliable Synopsis: Exiled in Watatsumi island after publishing two anti-colonial novels outside their homeland, the famous reformist writer and physician (L/n) (Y/n) faces several familial deathsâ and it all leads back to one man...
Content Warnings/Tags: Yandere themes, mentions of miscarriage (note: this is because this is very loosely based on a real life hero's biography), "lovers" to enemies, angst, character deaths, church corruption, politics, etc. Prioritize your mental health. The fic is meant to be a bit dark. You can listen to this song for the vibes đ
"Are you going to Watatsumi Fair, Niwa?"
"Well, of course! The Lector works hard to make sure it's grander each year."
"Our Lector⊠I hope (L/n) is doing alright. It must be incredibly heartbreaking to lose a newborn son under three hoursâŠ"
"IndeedâŠ"
Itâs the 19th century and the streets chatter on about the upcoming festival. Seri, mitsuba, yomogi, and shisoâ murmurs of food and spices exchanged at the Watatsumi Fair circulated. However, these four wonderful things wouldn't be there without a certain exile transforming the island into a thriving island: Lector (Y/n) (L/n).
Prince Kunikuzushi's most esteemed ârivalâ.
You were an exemplary philosopher and ophthalmologist who published two novels abroad that reflected Inazuma's social issues and military abuses. Of course, you were born in a noble clan. Only the wealthy can study outside Ritou and attain higher education beyond the basic arithmetic and religion Inazuman Colonizers gatekept your people with. You were slaves.
But these colonizers feared educated colonies would demand rights; hence, after publishing those eye-opening novels, you became Public Enemy #1. Charges against you were not absolved, but Inazumans could not execute you upon arrival. You were not a revolutionary, but a pacifist reformist. You made the government and clergy's behavior known worldwide, hence the military banished you to Watatsumiâ another Inazuman colony and barren land.Â
Assured that you've done nothing wrong, you stayed in Watatsumi. With nothing but your firm beliefs, your days of exile were your most productive. Using your skills as a physician and some wits on land surveying, you've improved Watatsumiâs quality of life in under 6 months.Â
You're far from home with little spare change, yet you provided medicina gratis. With you, youâve helped open the peopleâs eyes.Â
You lived under the scrutinizing eyes of the Queen, yet you erected streetlights in each dark street. With you, youâve helped the people see in this dark age.Â
And most importantly, you have established Watatsumi's first school.
With you, the people understood the truth of their situation: they had been living under a tyrantâs rule for the past few decades.
And all you asked in return was for the people to help you in your ventures to improve the island's agriculture and spices.
How can the people of Watatsumi not love you for this martyrdom?
â(L/n) is organizing a secret rebellion association planning to overthrow the governmentâ. That was the Queenâs grounds for exile, including false testimonial and documentary evidence. It was obvious that your books were in strong opposition to the current Inazuman Government.
Hence, Archbishop Sangonomiya Umiko was incredibly fond of you.
"I still believe I am innocent of the crime of rebellion, illegal association, and sedition. All I did was publish two novels!" You hummed. "When the Shogun calls for my executionâ and she willâ do immediately ask for my body. They will likely throw it wherever they please. Worse, Kunikuzushi might use me as his doormat."Â
The Archbishop laughed. "I can see that. His Highness does fit that character."
You and Umiko sat far from the festivities. Sangonomiya Umiko was neither friend nor foe. She is the current leader of Watatsumi Island, but she is restricted by the commands of the Queen and her children. Umiko cannot even preach about her true faith, hiding her birthright as the Divine Priestess and instead donning the title foreign title of Archbishop. Even with friendly demeanors, thereâs an unmistakable grim air on both your faces.
No passerby would mistake this meeting as a romantic date. You have a wonderful spouse waiting home, appearing as crest-fallen as you do now.Â
⊠But "Spouse" is a rather loose term. You and your partner were forbidden to have a wedding. Prince Kunikuzushi would not allow an exile to marry and no priest would disobey him. Hence, you and your lover decided to merely promise to the God you believe in that you'll remain loyal to one another. That faith and loyalty brought about a prematurely birthed childâ who only had three hours to live until his breath was cruelly stripped awayâŠ
And historians would attribute your sonâs death as a cause for your morbid obsession with your own future execution.
"Kunikuzushi is a personification of what's wrong with the Inazuman Empire," you said casually. "He will be the core of what causes the revolution, not I."
Umiko did not miss the way you addressed the Prince. You spoke without honorifics, an aspect in both Watatsumi and Inazuma's language that is evident in everyday conversations. Most revolutionists emphasize his high station with hatred. You emit those titles and call him by name.
As though it was a habit.
As though you were once friends and more.
"Lector (Y/n), do watch your tongue," she shook her head. "The walls have ears."
"And what if the walls have eyes and ears? They shall see and hear my innocence." You sipped your tea before you snapped your fingers with a grin. "Oh, and do me one last favor. When they'll let me face my executioners, armed with polished guns and a shoveled ground:"
"Only the guilty are shot in the back. Let me face the firing squad and spare my head so that I may die facing the heavens."
A glimpse of (h/c) hair ran past in the streets of Inazuma City, carrying a child in his arms. The child was injured but otherwise âfineââ as fine as children could be amidst the rains of ashy woods and turbulent fires. The city capital reeked of gunpowder and a nauseating metallic scent. The (h/c) haired man may not have any blood relations to the person whom theyâre protecting, nor does he know her name, but he held onto the 8-year-old dearly.Â
Despite the chaos that surrounded him, your older brother cannot help but think of one hopeful thought:
With the recent loss of (Y/n)âs son, maybe theyâd be willing to adopt this little girl as my new niece?Â
But all that ended abruptly when a loud voice resonated throughout the streets.
âDONâT LET A SINGLE ONE OF THEM ESCAPE. NO SURVIVORS!â
Prince Kunikuzushi stood proud in the middle of it all. With calm finesse, he ordered the generals to order their soldiers to kill without a hint of remorse. His eyes were dull. All he knew was that his mother wished for the death of revolutionaries hiding in the capital. Whether these rumors were falsehoods or not, the Queen did not care. Fear is the familyâs greatest weapon, bloodshed is nothing to them.
Death is nothing for a mother's puppet like him.
The Prince truly didn't have any care for this war. He's only following orders under the reward that he'll be able to have you. It was the Queen's promise, and she had always been relentless in any pursuit of honor and glory.
In return for his familial services, Queen Ei might consider his proposal. The royal family dreaded the death of their former matriarch, Makoto, and the prince showed no attraction to any of his valid consorts. Should he show loyalty to the end, the Queen will allow him to marry anyone to his liking.
That's why he's putting up with this.
He looked at the horizon, seeing nothing but fire instead of the deep ocean.
Why did Watatsumi have to be so far away?
Why did you have to be a sea away?
As fate would have it, a young soldier spotted the two. A hunt between two red-tagged innocent civilians and a greenhorn murderer commenced. Limping slightly, your brother attempted to push down restaurant chairs and other outside furniture in hopes heâd lose track of them.
The soldier did not know that the person he was tracking was your older brother.
Had he known, he wouldâve left him alone.
And as much as fortune favors the bold, it was not on your siblingâs side.
The soldier fired his first reckless shot and hit its target.
Your brother stumbled, holding his stomach. He gasped, coughing as he subconsciously let the child go. But he did not fear for his life, but hers. He knew that the child was asleep on a park bench when the horns rang for danger. She was homeless with nothing but bedclothes and a short makeshift blanket, and now sheâll be forced to witness a traumatizing scene.
Poor child⊠You must be frightenedâŠ
I hopeâŠ
Your brother remains adamant that the child must live, even as the barrel of the enemy's rifle is pointed at his chest. A look of stern determination, mixed with fear, can be seen in his eyes as he stands his ground despite the threat of death.
That (Y/n) will raise you rightâŠ
âS-Scaramoucheâs crown's resplendent band shows no natural light. The ocean's glimmer elucidates more hope than your vile scarlet battalions could ever hope for!!!â Your older brother yelled, weakly hiding the child behind him.
The soldier cocked the barrel against his forehead.
âThere is no emprise to plundering, to murder and genocideââ he continued, coughing blood at the corner of his lips. âYou will all be remembered in history as those who had foolishly paraded without genius. Death has a more ambrosial scent than a life of servitude under your heels.â
SHOT!!!
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âM-Mister?... M-Mister?! MISTER!!!â
The child screamed as your brother fell to the ground. With the remaining humanity the young soldier clung to, he turned a blind eye towards the little one crying silvery tears. Truth be told, the new soldier himself had forgotten what it was he was fighting for. What was the point in this death, this pain, if not to harm both sides? But a good soldier does not question his orders and he leaves the child without a word.
She did not know his name. She did not know his status as a (L/n). She did not know he was the older brother of the famous physician (Y/n) (L/n). She did not know he was a martyr way before his true death.
But she still held his corpse with abandon. His body heat was slowly growing cold. Though her stature was short and small, her tears were heavier than her heart could manage.
(L/n)s may meet horrid ends, but Fate grants you all one last wish.
You all have the privilege of dying whilst facing the heavens, and that is the final honor your brother can carry with him in his passing.Â
âMy dear, a letter arrived,â your spouse spoke. âIt came from your motherâŠâ
It was deep into the night and you had just fixed yourself up for bed, but youâre not one to turn down letters. Perhaps your old friend from Opera Epiclese had sent you a reply? Igniting the nearby lamp, you lovingly kissed their hand before taking the letter.
âThank you, love,â you cooed. âIâll surely be writing a letter back, so why donât you rest before me? I shall accompany you later.â
Leaving them with a blush, you shut the door behind you. Despite the struggles in your relationship, your love for your gorgeous spouse will never disappear over the unplanned loss of your first child.
Unlike KunikuzushiâsâŠ
You entered the living room and closed the door behind you. A wise decision, given the contents that were about to crush the little mental stability you had left.
âMy Dearest (Y/n), It is with a heavy heart and trembling hand that I take quill to convey news that no mother should ever have to write down. As I write these words, tears splotch the paper, and each stroke of the pen is a painful reminder of the sorrow that has befallen our clan. My dearest child, it grieves me beyond measure to inform you that your beloved older brother, (B/n), has departed from this world. The weight of this solemn news rests heavily upon my shoulders, and the burden is almost too much to bear. The tragedy unfolded in the heart of the capital, where (B/n), in an act of unparalleled heroics, sacrificed his own life to save that of a young girl during a merciless ambush. His valor shone through, but the cost is another pain you must bear after the death of your own child. Oh, my (Y/n), the pain is unbearable. I wish I could shield you from this heart-wrenching truth, but I believe in your resilience. The thought that you are in exile, far from my comforting embrace, only adds bitterness to my heart. The cruel hand of fate has robbed you of the chance to bid a final farewell to your dear brother, to stand beside his resting place and pay tribute to his funeral. The distance that separates Ritou and Watatsumi feels insurmountable, and I ache at the thought of your solitary grief. I hope your spouse shall accompany you in these troubled times. In these dark hours, know that you are not alone in grief. Though separated, we mourn the loss of a beloved son and brother, the heir of the (L/n) clan. May time and the tender embrace of cherished memories bring some measure of peace to your soul. With all the love a grieving heart can muster, Motherâ
As the ink on your mother's heartbreaking letter crumpled with sorrow in your heavy trembling grip, a weighted silence filled the room. The words she pennedâ each a painful jab to your psycheâ threatened to spill tears you've fought so desperately to hold back for weeks since you didnât want your spouse to worry.
Before you can succumb to weeping on the floor with a contorted expression and writhing body, the door opens, disrupting your peace.Â
Prince Kunikuzushi, adorned with his motherâs feather and opulent regalia, strode into your humble abode with an irritating aura of entitlement. His presence, a stark contrast to the mourning atmosphere, successfully transformed your grief into weaponized spite.
"Still holding another Watatsumi Fair, are we?" he sneered, disdain dripping in every word. The callousness in his eyes and âindifferenceâ to your mourning made the air all the more sharper.
âWhy are you here, Your Highness?â You spat out. âHad your clowâ soldiers failed to entertain you?â
âThey are nearly as boring as your spouse in bed.â He snarled. âAnd I wager that their lives last longer than they do.â
You bit your tongue. Your spouse had made an effort to teach you not to reply to any insult he had towards them, and you had done decently enough to honor their wishes by merely scowling at the royal instead of equipping any nearby blunt weapon.
âAllow me to ask again,â you forced yourself to be cordial. âWhat are you doing here, Kunikuzushi?â
The prince clicked his tongue.
âDo I not have the authority to visit you?â
âYou do,â you said. âBut you do not have the right to barge in as you please, much like how Lord Hiroshi shouldnât have decided to conquer my homeland Ritou and decide to claim it as Inazuman property for your motherâs ever-so-eternal happiness.â
âHe was only claiming what is rightfully ours.â
Prince Kunikuzushi looked over at your bedroom door. You took large steps forward, blocking his way. You wonât allow him to disturb your loverâs good nightâs rest.
He frowned.
"You should have been mine," he muttered softly.Â
You hated this about Kunikuzushi the most. He speaks with audacity that knows no bounds as he criticizes your spouse, but would sound the most pure when addressing his own emotions. âYou shouldâve said yes. You shouldâve ruled these nations with me, and more. But you threw it all away and for what? Fragile patriotism? You are defending an island that will suffer the same fate as your beloved Ritou.âÂ
In the eye of this tempest, your motherâs burning words fuels a fire that burns brighter than any royal decree.Â
"You speak of love and marriages," you seethed, voice cutting through the tension, "but you know nothing of the bonds that truly matter."
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As the realization dawns upon him, his arrogance wavered.Â
He had not realized early on that news about your brotherâs death had reached you already.
"An accident," he stammered, attempting to deflect blame. "If I knew, I would have spared him in that ambush. Iâm not an All-Knowing God, so itâs genuinely just an accident."
With a chilling calmness, you locked eyes with him. "That wasn't an accidentâ our previous affairs were an accident. What you've done was murder."Â
Your words hung in the air, leaving no room for denial.
âI love you,â the prince spoke in near-whisper. âYou know better than anyone that I would never do anything to hurt you this bad. You know that I am the voice that called for your exile instead of execution. I never wouldâve asked for his death.â
His claim was also true.Â
You knew you were the only person who he had fallen for his whole life. You knew because when you were studying abroad, you had strange chance encounters with him. You knew because he was mildly stalking you and wouldâve for a long time had you not offered a seat in the library. You knew because he had been a difficult person to court, always bottling his own emotions and lashing out in retorts you had dubbed âadorableâ at a time. You knew because he had told you himself years ago thatâŠ
"You are insufferable. And yet, I find myself inexplicably drawn to your company. It's horridly vexing. Your presence lingers in my thoughts long after you've departed, like an annoying insect. I must confess, despite my best efforts, I find myself rather fond of you tooâ ridiculously enough."
... But what you didnât know during your studies in Fontaine was that Kunikuzushi was the son of the Queen you despised and wrote articles against in editorial jobs to earn not only spare cash but the enlightenment of your people back home. What you didnât know was that the prince had been sent by his mother to monitor your actions.
What you did not know came to haunt you on your way back home.Â
So you rid yourself of these memories and cornered him into a wall, a hand just behind his head. The sound of your hand slamming made the intimidating prince flinch, and he trembled at the dullness of your eyes.
âAnd yet whose orders was it? Whose order was it to ensure there would be no survivors in that location? WHOSE WAS IT, KUNIKUZUSHI?! ANSWER ME!!!â
Your spouse called your name from the other room. â(Y/n), is everything alright?â
With their voice, your anger faded slightly, yet your breathing remains loud and manic. âIâm alright! Do not leave the room, dear!â
âScaramoucheâ took that as an opportunity to digress.
âI saved you from death before. Do not forget that.â His face hardened. âIn case you've forgotten, I'm no saint. Many people will want to seek me out and settle the grudges they've built against me, and what better way to avoid that than to route those future seeds of rebellion?âÂ
The prince took your hand off the wall.
âMother had enough, she sees no reason to hold back against those who rebel and she had filed an order to reopen your case. And if my blood and hers are the same, I guarantee you that she will only provide you with the worst defense attorney possible. You will surely receive the death sentence.â
He placed your hand on his chest, gripping it so desperately tight to the point of it hurting.
âSo choose me,â Kunikuzushi mumbled. âChoose me, and save yourself. Do not follow your brotherâs path. Choose me. Iâm your only option.â
And heavens above, does he take delight in that.
You met his gaze with a resolute determination.Â
"I appreciate your offer," you replied, your voice steady, "but I refuse. My brother's legacy, as tarnished as it may be, deserves justice, and so do I."
A flicker of frustration passed across Kunikuzushi's face.Â
"You're being naive," he retorted, the desperation in his voice taking a sharper edge. "An arraignment is on its way. The military court will not deliver justice. It will devour you. Iâm offering you a fucking lifeline, a chance to escape the inevitable."
âI won't tarnish my brother's memory by succumbing to the same shadows that claimed him."
Kunikuzushi's eyes, once filled with a glimmer of hope, darkened with frustration. "You're condemning yourselfâ" he argued, "âfor an idealistic notion of justice that doesn't exist. You're a fool."
"Perhaps I am a fool," you admitted, "But I am a fool who is sure of their innocence. I am not a revolutionary, I only spoke and wrote of the truth. I will not compromise my integrity for the sake of expedience."
As you spoke, the defeat in Kunikuzushi's eyes began to settle.Â
"You're determined," he snarled. "So stubbornly determined to die!"
"Perhaps," you acknowledged, "Choosing you would be an escape, but it would also be a betrayal of everything I stand for. And IâŠ"
You smiled.
âI love my spouse,â you said. âAnd the child we made that was taken from me all so suddenly. Hence, I do not need your love, Prince Scaramouche.â
Kunikuzushi tensed up.
Your child was baptized by the Inazuman priests.Â
And Inazuman priests serve the royal family and their constituents.
Historyâs eyes will speculate that Prince Kunikuzushi was the reason your child had died, that he had ordered your son's immediate poison upon birth.
And Kunikuzushi knows it to be true.
But you will never know that.
You will never know the full extent of what this man had taken from you.
With those words, you turned away from Kunikuzushi, leaving him and his offer behind. You opened the door and gestured for him to leave. Neither of you knew at the time that this would be the last night youâd spend in the comfort of your own home.
Before you knew it, you were writing your final farewells.
(Y/n) (L/n) was subjected by the military court on ââââââââ ââ, ââââ and was sentenced to death at six in the morning.
The people saw no justice for their hero, and your body was buried in Inazuma City. If it were not for all you and your clan had given, there would be no freedom in Watatsumi Island and Ritou. Had your brother not saved the young girl, she would not become the matriarch of the Yuna Clan, who led the first Navy in the revolution.
And had you not died in Inazuma City, there would be no Resistance.
But that was centuries ago.Â
Divine Priestess Sangonomiya Kokomi sat on her desk, examining previous preliminary investigations. She racked her brain over the testimonies of the seven members of the military court, the judge advocate, the defense counsel, and the prosecuting attorney. The prince was right when he stated the trial would not be fair for you were forced to employ a Lt. Arataki as your defense. It was a prejudged trial. Despite the obvious assertion of innocence, you were still acquitted of your allegations of treachery.
It never fails to make the current Head Priestess feel sour over a 5 centuries-year-old case.
"In their last moments, (L/n) penned Watatsumi Fair and Canticle, two sonnets kept hidden in an alcohol burner." Kokomi murmured as she read. "Although the prince barred their spouse entry, several other family members and friends came to visit (L/n) with the Orobashi coral statue provided by the townsfolk. The sculpture was created for them during the aforementioned fair."
Are you going to Watatsumi Fair?
"In their Fontainian black suit, hat, shoes, and white vest, (L/n) walked calmly outside their prison cell to the execution site in Inazuma City. They've even checked (L/n)'s pulse and felt no irregularities. (L/n) were tied elbow-to-elbow despite their visible acceptance of fate."
"It was speculated that Prince Kunikuzushi was the last person whom they talked to, looking rather somberly with disdain. He spoke in a foreign language so only (L/n) and he knew of their conversation."
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Seri, mitsuba, yomogi, shiso.
"But Archbishop Sangonomiya Umiko understood what he had said. Je t'aime, mon grand amour⊠ma premiÚre trahison. Roughly translated as I love you, my grand love⊠my first betrayal."
"Lector (Y/n) (L/n) was commanded to face the ground when the firing squad pulled the trigger, but they still tried to face their executioners. They fell to the shoveled ground, looking at the gray morning skies. They were buried at seven."
âFrom then on, the name Kunikuzushi changed its meaning to Country Destroyerâ for he had successfully demolished the Inazuman Empire upon sitting on the throne through violent means. When asked about this, the King responded with:â
Remember me to one who lives there.
âI didn't desire the Empire that took away my (Y/n). I didn't crave any of it. As soon as I was coronated, my heart stopped beating. And so, I enticed the neighboring King Morax to crumble the very essence of the Inazuman Empire. What purpose do these soldiers have in life, when all they've done is obediently follow ruthless commands and snuff out the ones who hold my heart?
When itâs said and done, I will be emptyâ a blank slate, destined to wander the desolate corridors of a nation bygone.
Only to honor these filthy human emotions called âloveâ that never came to be.â
He once was a true love of mine.
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X-MAS WITH YOUR FS.
PART 1 : UNDER
THE MISTLETOE
Kisses With Your FS
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We are in a holiday mood ladies and gents! I decided to create a series of holiday readings centered around our FS. The kiss under the mistletoe, what gift your future spouse would buy you, spending holidays with them, a Christmas getaway etc.
Sit back with your hot cocoa and relax !
Santa came early this year đŠ
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PILE 1
Kissing with your FS feels like home. Their hands wrapped around your waist remind you of hallmark movies you watched when you were a young kid, fantasizing about that kiss under the mistletoe.
Your FS is gentle and caring. They are all sugar, no spice and their kisses show just that.
Love, adoration and dedication. Your FS will kiss you slowly. Sometimes they will steal a kiss while putting up the lights and while you are baking cookies. They will always keep it PG, especially if others are present.
Your FS reminds me of Ryan from Castle. He is honourable, simple and affectionate yet super smart and ready to kick some a$$ if he needs to. They could actually look like him or if they are a woman they will be fair skinned and have light eyes, even if they are brown they will be on the lighter side. Also, if they are a woman they would be a lot like Sookie from True Blood.
Remember what I said about the spice? I take it back, a tiny bit. They can get spicy but in the most sweetest way. They are good boys/girls/theys. The type you take home to mama. They could even work in the military/fire department/police force.
Kissing them will make you feel safe and secure. No one would ever be able to take that feeling away from you both. Give em a peck from me too. They for sure deserve it !
Under the mistletoe they will get giddy and excited. Their smile is amazing, like Colgate type of smile and you will love seeing how happy they get around you and right before they kiss you. They will look like a schoolgirl/schoolboy, a kid stealing a cookie from the jar. Stealing kisses is how they will show how naughty they are. I just know who wears the pants in this relationship and news flash, it is not them, lol.
PILE 2
I can tell you one thing before I say anything about kissing.
Your FS finds you adorable. See that cat in the picture ? All cuddled up, not a care in the world, not a single thought behind those sleepy eyes.
Within every room you are the main event, at least for them. Actually, your FS will love kissing you when you are sleepy.
In general, the way you will find safety in their arms and ignore the whole world will drive them crazy. This shows me that your the way your FS kisses will make you feel loved and safe. It will also make you feel like a playful kitten. Your FS could be masculine (doesn't have to be a man) and they will make you feel safe to express your vulnerability and femininity.
They will not only love kissing your lips, they will love kissing your whole face and your hands/fingers. They will want to eat you up.
For them it will be pretty funny you melt into their arms cause you could be a very feisty person but with them you turn into a big baby.
I'm seeing a meme with a cat fighting with another cat and then going back to their mother and cuddling up like a baby.
Others will be like "Girl/boy/they who are you trying to fool?" And your person will say "Shhh they are sleeping. Don't mess with my baby." Meanwhile, over their shoulder you give the other person a hiss, lol.
Are you my "black cat đâ⏠energy" pile ? Well your person might be a whole tiger cause they seem to be thinking you are harmless and deserve every little kiss. This is giving "I'm a bad boy but I'll be good only with you." trope. Also, major Morticia and Gomez vibes. Height difference might be huge.
(Yup, that below is indeed you.)
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Hii new follower here And I just wanna request a Jack Champion Ă reader having a low-key relationship like having a couple rings, wearing the same clothes and posting low-key pics of each other on their ig but not confirming it. But one day they show up at the premier of Avatar together and that just confirm that there are indeed together.
Sorry if this is too long HAHAHAHAHA and thank you!â€ïž
ty for the request, sweetheart! I ADORE THIS AAA!! đ©”
Lets Give âem a Show â Jack Champion â
PAIRING: Jack champion x fem!reader
SUMMARY: everyone already suspects you two are together but it gets confirmed when Jack brings you as his date to the Avatar premiere!!
A/N: okay this is set when Avatar 2 was already filmed and it was abt to come out. Cause thatâs when interviews started happening and he already started filming scream 6 I think and yeah I think it just makes more sense when you know the context lol đ
It wasnât a secret you and Jack were close. Ever since it was announced that he would be in Avatar The Way Of Water he had gained attention, so that led to curious people finding his instagram. Some people who were trying to keep up with the new avatar and the new cast and others who just thought he was pretty.
And since Avatar 2 was just a few weeks away from coming out in theaters, Jack was more active on instagram. For both promotion and for fun. They didnât have to scroll very far to find you on his instagram, you were practically in every picture. Now, you werenât an actor or anything you were just a friend of Jackâs, or thatâs what he referred to you as towards strangers at least. There wasnât confirmation that you were together it was just assumptions and theories from people who didnât even know you guys.
It was a fair assumption, you both spent almost every day together and the pictures you guys posted were definitely more than friendly and fans even speculated you guys had matching rings. But to be honest it was way more fun to tease everyone by taking pictures and videos that made you seem like a couple and then continue to deny it to people. Maybe you guys had more fun with it than you shouldâve especially since you were actually together, but nobody needed that confirmed!
The calmer things you guys would post would be simple stuff. Stuff âfriendsâ that have known each a long time could get away with. That didnât stop people from getting suspicious though.
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jackchampion Iâm back home with @ y/nnn763 !
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y/nnn763 had fun tonight! â€ïž
| user527 Cute!
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y/nnn763 @ a cafe w the one and only @ jackchampion
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jackchampion It was yummy
user6727 Are u guys on a dateee?
The more âscandalousâ stuff you guys would post would be things that would definitely make people raise an eyebrow when you tell them youâre just friends. Looking at those pictures always made Jack laugh. He loved that he was able to show people you were his even if it wasnât confirmed to the public, they still knew.
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y/nnn763 halloween :) @ jackchampion
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jackchampion We look so good đ
| user0067 THE ARM? JACK?
baileybass I love this!
user7777 the way heâs looking at her đ„č
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jackchampion She made me match with her đ @ y/nnn763
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y/nnn763 you looked cute though
| jackchampion You did too :)
misstrinitybliss Aww cute I want some now đ€đ€
user552917 sooo weâre just gonna ignore their comments orr
| user9173 RIGHT CAUSE I KNOW YALL SEE THEM
In every picture either of you posted there were comments about you both, even if one of you wasnât even in the picture. At this point Jack wasnât sure if he kept posting you to show you off or if it was for the sake of the bit. No, It was definitely to show you off. That was his favorite thing to do and he couldnât wait for the day you guys finally announce your relationship so he can post more romantic pictures of you both.
His biggest worry was that he wouldnât be able to take you to the Avatar premiere with him. He knew you loved him, that wasnât why he was scared of asking, it was just that neither of you really talked about revealing your relationship. He figured you were both content with how things were now. With perfect timing you entered the room, âHi,â you said peaking your head through the door.
âHey baby,â your boyfriend greeted you with a smile, âCâmere I actually wanted to talk to you about something,â he said opening his arms and you crawled on the bed and sat on his lap while he wrapped his arms around your waist. âWhatâs up?â You asked curiously, it didnât sound like he was breaking up with you so you werenât too worried. âYâknow how the Avatar premiere is coming up?â He asked while fiddling with the hem of your shirt nervously. âMhmâ you hummed with your head slightly cocked to the side.
âWell..â he looked up at you, âI was wondering if youâd want to go with me?â A grin took over your face and Jack let out a breath he didnât even know he was holding. âYou serious?â You asked excitedly.
âUh huh, Iâve been wanting to show you off for a while now, you know that.â He poked your stomach and you let out a small giggle in response, âI was just worried you wouldnât be comfortable with it.. we havenât exactly talked about going public or anything before,â he continued and you nodded in acknowledgment. âWell, Iâd love to go with you,â you told him and gently played with his curls.
âGood.â You both grinned and he kissed your cheek sweetly before speaking up again, âPlus all those people who already think weâre dating will finally get to breathe. They can get the answer theyâve been wanting for so long.â You chuckled in response, âLetâs give them a show then.â He laughed and kissed you softly. âLetâs give them a show,â he repeated.
It was the day of the premiere, finally the day came. This was Jackâs big moment and he couldnât be more excited. He finally gets to watch the film heâs worked years on AND bring his beautiful girlfriend with him. How lucky was he?!
He dusted off his suit and shifted his balance from one foot to another nervously. It was about time to go on the carpet where the world would see him and his cast mates in all their glory. Theyâd also get to see you, theyâd get to see you and Jack hand in hand and Jack wanted to scream. He was both very nervous and very excited. âYour hands are sweaty,â you told Jack looking up at him. He chuckled, âYeah I know, do you wanna let go?â You shook your head, âNo,â you said softly.
You were then told it was time for both of you to go on the carpet. Jack took a deep breath and while your hands were still interlocked he led you to the carpet. There were a ton of cameras and people in front of you telling you to âsmile!â And âlook this way!â
You both did what you were told and you could feel Jacks hand slightly shaking. Then someone told you it was time for just Jack to be on the carpet and you nodded and before you walked away Jack whispered to you, âAre you okay?â You smiled, âIâm fine, Iâll see you in a minute.â
You stood kinda on the sidelines as you watched Jack smile and look pretty. Then it was time for his interviews and obviously you couldnât be there right next to him but you knew heâd be fine. You watched as he walked up to where he was supposed to go and start answering questions.
âSo, Jack can you tell me who youâre here with tonight?â Damn, right off the bat, he thought. âIâm here with my girlfriend,â a bright grin adorning his face, âThis is the first time weâre really telling people about us so itâs really exciting. Itâs also just an exciting night in general since the movie is finally going to be seen and yeah I just canât wait to watch it.â He nervously laughed at his rambling and continued with the interview. Answering stuff about his character and the movie. He could hear his own voice shaking and he hoped the microphone didnât pick it up.
You were talking to Bailey and Trinity as Jack finished up, until Bailey was called to do an interview. Jack made his way over to you, âHi,â he kissed your head. âHi, are you alright?â you asked him. âYeah Iâm good now,â he gave you a genuine smile and started talking with Trinity as you stood beside him, you could tell his nerves were finally calming down and you were glad. You went on your phone and you found a picture you took of your boyfriend before you guys went to the premiere. Why not post it? You clicked the post button and Jack nudged you slightly.
âItâs time to go watch it,â he said flashing you with a cute toothy grin. One that youâd see on a child when they get told theyâre getting candy or a new toy. This meant a lot to him it made sense he was so ecstatic. You beamed at him, âItâs showtime.â
y/nnn763 avatar premiere with @ jackchampion Iâm so proud of you ml :) â€ïž
YAYA!! I got totally carried away with the instagram pictures and stuff and went down a rabbit hole. I could make a whole post on instagram posts with Jack đ€ but yeah I think I made it a little different than the request and Iâm sorry! <33 not too proud of it but I hope you enjoy regardless đ«¶đ«¶
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â DESCRIPTION à© in which the 2 biggest ships in f1 start acting up again, but only one couple is the true victor here.
â PAIRING à© pierre gasly x male!alpha.tauri!reader.
â FILE à© social media au.
â WARNINGS à© language.
â FACE CLAIM à© yuta nakamoto âȘ nct â«.
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pierregasly daily dose of yn ln because mf doesn't post his gorgeous face enough.
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user1 YESSS PIERRE đđđđ
user2 pierre out here doing God's work.
user3 ain't this just a yn fan page at this point ?
âč user4 LMAO I LITERALLY THOUGHT IT WAS FOR A SEC đđ
ynusername just say ur obsessed pierre, we won't judge.
âč maxverstappen1 he's obsessed, and I'm judging him.
âč pierregasly fuck off max...but I'm obsessed.
user5 MUAHAHAH đčđč LNLY đčđč
âč user6 đ lestappen đ
âč user7 lnly>>>>
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slow the process down yeah
because pierre almost held up a whole 2 minute conversation, swear words included, and scared the crap out of me.
sorry yuks, he's been studying extra hard after meeting my parents for the first time
okay, well...that's kinda cute...
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you and yn are blowing up the internet after last night đ
the chaos is hilarious honestly đ€©
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ya just couldn't keep your hands to urself, huh
with you looking like you do ? never.
but, to be fair, u couldn't stop playing with my hair.
and u couldn't stop stroking my legs â which ones more telling ? đ€š
fine. fair enough.
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user1 OH OKAY HOT DAMN
user2 ALL HAIL LNLY.
pierregasly he does indeed, very much so â æăăŠăŸă âȘtrans: I love youâ« <3.
âč ynusername i guess i love you too, my baguette boy.
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âč landonorris oh- EW PIERRE.
âč charles_leclerc disgusting mate, come on !
âč ynusername such jelly babies lol đ [liked by pierregasly]
user3 all along, ya'll just thought they were besties...
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user5 "What's the difference between lestappen and lnly ?" OURS IS REAL đ
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Can you write Jericho crew with a human s/o who honestly doesnât act like one. Her reactions are kind of late, almost delayed. She doesnât blink for a long period of time, nobody has ever seen her eat or drink before, and oddly enough, if you stare long enough, you can convince yourself she doesnât even breathe, she could pass as an android if she wanted to!!
(She is indeed human, and she eats- quite frequently! sheâs just a lil strange LMAO)
Authors note: I didnât know whether the person requesting this meant a for it to be headcanons or a Drabble sooo pls accept my headcanons (even tho their like, super late sorry đ)
Characters: The Jericho crew
Pairings: Markus x reader, Simon x reader, Josh x reader
âź Markus âź
-To be honest, when he first met you, he 100% thought you were an andriod đ
-Like he just took one look at you and fr thought you were an Android thatâs not racist right?
-And he kept thinking you were an Android for like months
-Even as you both started to date he never realized you were human
-To be fair, when you both held hands you were always cold, he never saw you eat, pretty sure bros never even seen you blink
-It wasnt until your one year anniversary that he realized you were human
-Itâs when you made dinner, giving him a glass of thirium and a plate of spaghetti for yourself
-Bro was legit just standing there like đ§
-LikeâŠhow come you can eat..?? Real food.?????
-Lead to a very lengthy and ngl, funny conversation
-He never treats you any differently what-so-ever tho â€ïž
đ±đ»ââïžSimon đ±đ»ââïž
-(can u tell I didnât know what emoji to put for Simon?)
-Simon was honestly so confused when he met you
-At first he thought you were human since other humans introduced you to him after the revolution
-But when he stared long enough, you didnât look like you even breath
-So he concluded you must be an Android
-But then as you began to date him and you two were cuddling one day, you were asleep so he was insanely confused
-bro said: ââ
-Things like this kept happening but he didnât want to make you uncomfortable by asking
-So he did what any sensible person would do
-He made out with you for as long as he could to see if you would pull away for air đ
-Long story short, you were very much human and you two had a long talk about how itâs ok for him to just ask
đJosh đ
-When Josh first met you, he really couldnât make up his mind whether or not you were an Android
-But to be honest, he didnât dwell on it for long
-He just didnât want to judge and plus, he was pretty smitten the moment you two met
-He couldâve cared less whether you were an Android or a human
-He just cared about you
-Buuuut thatâs not to say he wasnât curious
-So he did the most insane. thing.
-He asked you.
-Once it was cleared up, he asked you out right there and then lol
-He just wanted to make sure you were comfortable dating and Android if you were human
-Literally spoils you btw
#detroit: become human#dbh headcanons#dbh markus x you#dbh markus x reader#markus dbh#dbh markus#dbh simon#dbh simon x Reader#dbh x reader#dbh x you#dbh Simon x you#dbh Josh x Reader#dbh Josh x you#dbh Josh#Markus headcanons#Simon headcanons#Josh headcanons
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Congrats for your 200 followers, hopefully you will grow more!
Can I request Silver at 7 pm? Cuddling with him in MC room, specially since how busy he can be as Malleus guard. Hopefully this is fine.
WARNINGS: ametuer poetry lol
COMMENTS: Hey Anon! Thank you so much for the request! I hope you donât mind but I changed it slightly to make it just a little more SFW as this request is right on the edge of what Iâm comfortable writing. Also, the poem is selected lines of a sonnet I wrote a couple years back, bc that was a thing I used to do often. As such, itâs not very professional, so sorry if the poetry isnât the best. Thank you! :D
It had been a while since youâd gotten to relax with your boyfriend. I mean, he was awfully busy. You supposed that was a fair price to pay for someone as sweet and good as Silver.
But in the rare moments - in between his and your studies, random bouts of sleepiness and monitoring Malleusâ wellbeing, miraculously, you were able to make things work. You never seemed to have the time for any big, romantic dates. It was a rare occasion indeed where you had dinner at the Mostro Lounge, watched a movie at the cinema or went shopping together.
That didnât stop either of you from having dinner at Ramshackle, watching movies at home or going on errands to Samâs together. Your âdatesâ were often smaller, and even more sweet than anything else you could imagine doing.
Like right now, for example.
Currently, you and Silver were sitting close to each other on a couch. A blanket was draped gently over the two of you as you sat holding a book of poetry. The two of you took turns searching through it, before you each found one youâd like (whether it be funny, romantic or emotional) and read it aloud to each other.
Silver had been getting sleepy for a while now, although he was a little too stubborn to admit it. Or maybe he just wanted to spend more time chatting and reading with you.
That thought gave you butterflies.
Concentrating on the book, you flicked through, scanning the contents for any poems that stood out to you - ones you hadnât read yet. Your eyes settled on one, a soft smile settling on your lips as you skimmed the contents.
Yes, this one seemed appropriate.
âHave you found one?â Silver piped up sleepily beside you. Heâd started leaning on you gently, resting his head on your shoulder as his eyelids grew heavy.
âYep, you ready?â
âAlways.â
You smiled softly as you read aloud.
âI can still remember the day we met,
You held my hand and asked me what was wrong.
I donât remember why I was upset,
But I remember your smile as you sung:â
You paused for a moment, skimming the lyrics and guessing how the melody is supposed to go. Softly, you sung the next verse of the poem.
âNo matter what has happened dear sweetheart,
I am always here for you, itâs okay,
Like flowers, whose petals must come apart
So they can bloom, you will find your own way.â
Silver shifted next to you. His breathing was changing by the moment, his sleepiness finally starting to win the battle against his will to stay awake - to stay with you.
He was always here for you, much like the friend in the poem. The thought made you smile. You wondered if Silver could sing? That would definitely be something to ask him when he woke up. Maybe he could sing the poem to you next time.
You continued through the poem, reading through the last verse.
âFast forward a few years, we were best friends,
âBest friendsâ⊠oh yes, and maybe something more.
We were âbest friendsâ, with seemingly no end,
Until the day you knocked upon the door.â
Your mind wandered back to the day Silver had confessed. It was simple, but very sweet. He had come to visit you at Ramshackle. It was the only time you could remember seeing Silver nervous.
You brought your mind back to the last couplet of the poem as Silver continued to fight a losing battle against his sleepiness.
âYou told me youâd find me, gave me this ring,
And every day since, I have spent hoping.â
You felt Silver squeeze your hand and glanced over at him just in time to see his eyes flutter closed.
Sleep had won.
You gently set the book aside and adjusted Silver into a more comfortable position against you, moving the blanket draped over you both to cover him more fully. You gently leaned against him and shut your eyes. One hand held Silverâs, your other floating up to your neck, where a promise ring hung from a chain.
Maybe your love was like poetry in more ways than youâd thought.
â„ Thank you for reading!! I hope you enjoyed it! â„
#Rheaâs TWST Fics~!#200 follower celebrheation event!#twisted wonderland#twst x reader#twisted wonderland x reader#twst fluff#Silver#Silver Vanrouge#silver x reader#twst fanfic#twst
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For your road trip prompt ask: Dreamling going to a fairâșïž Have a safe trip!
oooh I so want to write whatâs in a name? Dream & Hob stopping at a state or county fair somewhere on their weird ass sex romp-slash-road trip, but that fic is set in winter and I just donât think itâs plausible. and yeah itâs fanfic and I can do whatever I want but internal consistency is important! dangit! so I will make up my own little winter festival lol
Theyâve gotten a slow start, so wrapped up in trading slow kisses that it had taken housekeeping knocking on the motel door to pull them out of bed. Itâs their third day on the road, and Hob still kind of canât believe his luck â that he's woken up next to this dream of a man three mornings in a row, now, and that Dream seems just as captivated by Hob as Hob is by him.
Theyâve left the worst of the weather behind them as they make their way gradually in a southward direction, but thereâs still a bite to the air, and more often than not the sky is a sort of dull grey that threatens snow but never backs up its threats. Itâs nice to step out in the chill for a minute when they stop for gas, and even nicer to blast the heat when they get back in the car.
Hob notices the first sign for the county midwinter fair a little while after they stop for lunch. Theyâre on one of the smaller county roads, not the interstate, or else he probably wouldnât have seen it at all; the fair seems like one of those slightly weird, uniquely small town America kind of things that just donât have traction outside of a fifty mile radius of their location.
When the pass the second sign he touches Dream on the shoulder and points it out. âWhat do you say? Want to stop and check it out?â
âTrinity County Midwinter Fair and Festival,â Dream reads aloud as Hob slows the car. Thereâs nobody else on the road. âMusic, midway, food trucks, ice carving competition.â He snorts as Hon hits the accelerator again. âWhat is a midway?â
âItâs like, rides and stuff. Theyâll probably have a Ferris wheel and some of those rigged carnival games.â
âAh. The village fete, complete with coconut toss.â
Dreamâs mouth curves into a smile, and Hob has to restrain himself from causing an accident by trying to kiss him while the car is still moving.
They follow the signs and park in a large field, following the sounds of the crowd to where a little row of games booths and rides has been erected. There is indeed a Ferris wheel, as well as a tilt-a-whirl and bumper cars, all brightly lit against the backdrop of forested mountains.
Hob is delighted. He urges Dream from booth to booth, only realizing about halfway down the row that heâs seized his hand with such gusto that theyâre still holding hands almost ten minutes later. He grins apologetically and drops it, only for Dream to take it back and deliberately interlace their fingers.
They try elephant ears, which are a bit, and deep fried Oreos, which are not. Hob lets himself be talked into playing a ring toss game â well, he doesnât try too hard to stop the man from convincing him â and actually wins a small and very ugly teddy bear, which he presents to Dream, who rolls his eyes but carefully carries it with them for the rest of the afternoon.
The ice carving competition is surprisingly compelling. There are only a handful of contestants, but each has their own unique set of tools and artistic style â one extremely petite but fierce-looking lady with a long grey braid uses a chainsaw â and Dream and Hob stop several times in their perambulation to watch their creations emerge from the massive blocks of ice. For the first time, Hob gets to watch Dream-the-artist watch other artists at work, and itâs⊠remarkable. Those blue eyes take in everything with such startling clarity and intensity.
Hob wants to watch Dream create something.
They save the Ferris wheel for last. Itâs nearing sunset when they finally go up, Dream wrapped tight in his thrift store coat and scarf. To the west, the sinking sun is staining the sky in shades of pink, orange, and gold, and the warm light makes Dream look even more like a work of art than he usually does.
When their rickety little carriage pauses at the very top of the wheel, Dream sighs and leans into Hob, resting his head on his shoulder, and Hob leans back and kisses Dream twice, on the temple and the forehead.
Something resembling love is welling up in him. He tries to swallow it back down, tries to transmute it into something more acceptable, something Dream might actually be able to accept, but he just ends up with a lump in his throat and after a moment, Dream is the one to break the silence.
âThank you for suggesting we stop,â he says, breath puffing white. âI â loved this.â
His hand tightens in the crook of Hobâs elbow where they are tangled together. He still has the teddy tucked under his arm.
âMe too,â Hob says. âI loved it too.â
come and drop a prompt in my inbox and I'll write you a drabble while Iâm being a passenger princess on this road trip <3
#dreamling#the sandman#my writing#i am deliriously tired and havenât even reread this so Iâll probably look at it tomorrow and find eleventeen horrible mistakes#such is life#hardly a road trip#hardly an answer
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pairing: Miles Edgeworth/Reader (can be platonic or romantic)
*reader is racially ambiguous, pronouns are unspecified, and physical descriptors aren't used*
summary:
Miles Edgeworth always has the most recent evidence and an updated autopsy report when he prosecutes a case. His secret? You: a talented LAPD detective with no honest concept of âtime off work.â
word count: 3.5k | ao3 version
warnings: mentions of sleep deprivation, fatigue
This snippet is focused on Miles Edgeworth/Reader and the dynamic can be perceived as romantic or platonic. The reader is a detective employed at the LAPD. The reader is also racially ambiguous and gender is unspecified.Â
Since this fic is, well, fiction, some parts may be unrealistic. Keep that in mind before you read. (For example, this takes place in a rather unrealistic universe in which Miles Edgeworth isnât in love with Phoenix Wright. lol.)
Youâve been working in the Criminal Affairs Department at the Los Angeles Police Department for a few years now. You started out as a wide-eyed rookie, but within a few weeks, you quickly learned that detective work isnât the perfect, harmless job you thought it was. You still love your position, of course, but youâve investigated rather gruesome cases in your time at the LAPD. Now, you find yourself accustomed to the scent of formaldehyde and the sight of blood splattered across skin.Â
Through your position at the LAPD as an investigator, youâve met your fair share of interesting charactersânamely, defense attorneys and prosecutors. Unfortunately, interaction with legal professionals comes hand-in-hand with your investigations. You canât remember the last time you had the pleasure of performing an independent investigation. Youâre almost always hindered by a prosecutor breathing down your neck or a defense attorney frantically pressing you for evidence you donât have. The constant presence of overbearing lawyers is just something youâve grown used to.Â
They arenât all so bad, you think to yourself. Miles Edgeworth, Klavier Gavin, Simon Blackquill, and Nahyuta Sadmadhi are all rather unique individuals, but they care about justice and arenât falling prey to the dark age of the law. You enjoy working with all of them, even when Klavier canât shut up about his latest concert or Simonâs hawk constantly uses your head as a perch. Truthfully, Miles Edgeworth is the most tolerable of the groupâbut youâd never admit that aloud.Â
Youâre in your office one night, reviewing some paperwork and thinking about the recent case you were assigned, when you hear a knock on the door. You give the person permission to enter and the door falls open, revealing Chief Prosecutor Edgeworth himself. Heâs wearing his typical prosecutor garbâhis burgundy-maroon suit and cravat. Glasses are perched on his nose and he pushes them up a little. âChief Prosecutor Edgeworth,â you remark, blinking at him. âGood to see you.â
âAnd you.â The prosecutor responds, his arms crossed over his chest as his gaze flits about your office. You suddenly feel strangely self-conscious, despite the knowledge that your office is very sparsely decorated. Thereâs an award mounted on the wall from last year and a small photo of you and your friends on your desk, but thatâs about the extent of your decorations.Â
âAre you here for the updated autopsy report?â You ask, deciding to cut to the chase. From what you know of the prosecutor, he doesnât quite enjoy small talk. Indeed, Edgeworth looks relieved at the thought of being spared from casual conversation; he then nods at your question. You sigh and open your desk drawer, procuring the newest autopsy report. You hold it out to him and he takes it with a murmured thanks. The prosecutorâs eyes are locked on the paper as he takes in the new information. You watch him for a few seconds, before taking the opportunity to rub your eyes roughly. Youâre rather tired, you have to admit. You shouldâve gone home hours ago.Â
âDetective.â You flinch, opening your eyes to find Chief Prosecutor Edgeworth staring at you with a blank expression. Youâre briefly hit with an intense wave of embarrassment at the thought of zoning out in front of the Chief Prosecutor himself. âThe commissioner didnât send you home,â the prosecutor remarks. You think his statement is meant to be a question, despite the fact that his tone doesnât fluctuate from his typical flat affect.Â
âWell, he did,â you grimace, remembering his demands for you to return home immediately. Heâd be furious with you right now. In fact, the commissioner pulled you aside a few weeks ago to inquire about your âworkaholic tendencies.â You meant to take him seriously and even assured him that youâd start to leave work on time instead of staying late. But here you areâsitting in your office late at night with your findings from your after-hours investigation.Â
âYet, youâre still here.â Edgeworth remarks with an intent gaze. Somehow, his frown only seems to deepen.Â
âYes, well, I⊠felt like something was missing,â you decide to admit. The prosecutor is trustworthy. Besides, youâre sure he has much better things to do than report you to the commissioner. The notion then reminds you of Dick Gumshoeâparticularly, a conversation you had with him the other day about his much-to-be-desired diet of instant noodles. You shake your head in a half-hearted attempt to clear your thoughts. âHere, look at these.â You pull papers from the file on your desk and extend them to him. Edgeworthâs gaze follows your gesture and his eyebrows furrow.
âThe suspectâs fingerprints on the corpse,â Edgeworth remarks blankly. âYes.â His eyebrows furrow. The prosecutor is evidently wondering why youâre pointing that out, considering the evidence is extremely self-explanatory. You take a deep breath.Â
âLook at the edge here,â you suggest, pointing to the very edge of the photo in question. Itâs just barely visible and you watch as Edgeworth squints at the photograph for a long moment. For a second, it looks as if heâs not seeing it. Youâre close to pointing the area out again when his eyes widen in realization.Â
âPowder,â Edgeworth realizes aloud. He crosses his arms over his chest and falls back into his unusually straight posture. His fingers tap against the crook of his arm rhythmically, in what you guess to be a restless gesture. âThe prints were transplanted.âÂ
âI believe so.â You nod.Â
The prosecutor frowns and looks askance. He seems to deliberate for a moment before turning his attention back to you. âCan you do something for me?â
âSureâŠ?â You respond, thrown off by the ambiguity of the statement. The prosecutor explains the task heâd like you to perform and you begin to understand. Acting on his orders shouldnât take too long, hopefully. However, you are in a time crunchâwhat with the trial being scheduled for tomorrow morning. Chief Prosecutor Edgeworth leaves you with a murmured word of gratitude and a quick farewell. You stare at your closed office door for a moment, wondering if you dreamt up that interaction. The handwritten note sitting on your deskâcreated mere moments ago by Edgeworthâis proof that the prosecutorâs request was all too real. You donât waste any time after that, immediately walking out of the police department and getting into your car. The Chief Prosecutorâs request isnât too difficultâyou simply need to revisit the crime scene and make sure everything is in order. Then youâll return home, eat something, take a quick shower, and go to sleep. Everything will be fine. You wonât overwork yourself. You certainly wonât stay at the crime scene late into the night, until the point when you bear witness to the sun rising in the morning sky.Â
These promises fade into obscurity the moment you reach the crime scene. Your investigative mind turns on and all you can think about are fingerprints, footprints, and murder weapons. You meticulously review each piece of evidence for forensic data, in addition to reviewing the entire scene in your head several times. Your efforts are far from a waste of time, as you manage to tie up some loose ends and even determine that the murder weapon carries multiple sets of prints. Your knees are aching as you bend down towards the ground and survey anything of consequence. Time is entirely inconsequential. All you know is that the flashlight you had needed when you arrived is no longer useful, as hints of the sunrise begin to illuminate the area in a hazy dawn glow.Â
When your morning alarm goes off as youâre standing at the edge of the crime scene, youâre able to recognize that you may have gotten carried away. Just maybe. You sigh and trudge back to the car, before driving to the courthouse. When you arrive, youâre able to take a quick nap in the car and eat a protein bar you find in the console. Unfortunately, your nap is more than quickâit doesnât last more than three minutes before you hear a knock on your window. Itâs your least favorite defense attorney, Duff Endyu.Â
âWell, hello, Detective!â Duff remarks as you roll down your window, his cheery smile immediately ruining any of the rest you acquired from your brief rest. âCatching up on some Zâs, are we?â His grin seems to have a mocking edge.
âYes,â you sigh, unwilling to entertain his attempts at provocation. âAre the doors open?â You look over to the courthouse entrance.Â
âI believe they are, sport,â he responds, patting a hand on the area where the unopened window rests and pacing towards the building. You take a deep breath and pinch the bride of your nose. It takes you a few moments to cross the parking lot and make it to the doors. Once you do, you find that the waiting room is blissfully empty. You sigh in relief and take a seat on the armchair, crossing a leg at the knee and pinching the bridge of your nose. You want nothing more than to fall asleep, but you know that would be rather unprofessional. Besides, you have a job to do.
You spend your time reviewing the information you gathered throughout your investigation, before preparing your statements and testimony as the detective on the case. Youâre typically the first person called to the stand, so that you can explain the case to the judge and shed light on the evidence.Â
âDetective.â You flinch and look up, only to find Miles Edgeworth staring down at you. You resist the strange urge to get up from your seat and instead greet him. âGood morning.â
âGood morning,â you respond, pretending that you donât need to blink the traces of exhaustion from your eyes.Â
âDid you have a chance to do what I asked?âÂ
âYes, I did,â Youâre about to explain when the bailiff interrupts and asks you to go into the courtroom. You send an apologetic smile to the prosecutor, before slipping into the empty courtroom. The judge is the only person in the room, and he seems to be frowning at something on the surface of his bench. When he notices your entrance, he motions for you to come closer.Â
Youâre familiar with this judge and have worked with him several times before. The thought reassures you, as you know you wonât have to sugarcoat your words or pretend to be someone youâre not on the stand. The two of you have formed a surface-level understanding of one another, which makes your job that much easier.Â
The judge asks you a few questions about your investigation and you answer them to the best of your ability. Eventually, he seems satisfied, because he nods and dismisses you. You never get the chance to speak with Edgeworth and brief him on your findings before the trial, but you know heâll learn more once you take the stand.Â
The judge begins the trial with the standard procedure, questioning both the defense and the prosecution before Chief Prosecutor Edgeworth makes his case for the conviction of the defendant. Not for the first time, you find yourself impressed by how succinct and persuasive the manâs argument is. Endme, the attorney for the defendant, seems a bit intimidated. You think you would be too, if you were going up against the chief prosecutor himself.Â
The judge then calls you to the stand. You explain the crime and describe the crime scene in detail, before Endme, the defense attorney, cross examines you. His cross-examination isnât super thorough, and you suspect itâs because your claims are all backed up with at least one pieceâif not multiple piecesâof evidence. Chief Prosecutor Edgeworth seems to have quite the easy time with dismantling the defenseâs argument. However, since you never got the chance to brief him before the trial, youâre forced to step in and correct an assumption when you hear it.Â
âActually,â you break in, wincing at how everyoneâs gazes lock onto you. You take a deep breath. You can do this. âChief Prosecutor Edgeworth is right, but⊠an investigation earlier today revealed that the murder weapon actually contained the prints of the witness, in addition to the defendant.âÂ
Edgeworthâs eyebrows steadily climb up his forehead. You want to feel guilty, but you know you didnât leave him out of the loop on purpose. In fact, you were about to relay your findings to him when you were swiftly interrupted. Instead, you allow yourself a brief moment of pride. You caused that disbelieving expression on the chief prosecutorâs face. You found that evidenceâŠ!
The trial, understandably, is suitably affected by that revelation. Youâre soon dismissed from the stand, as Chief Prosecutor Edgeworth calls the witness to the stand. You get the feeling heâs going to absolutely grill themâto see if they play a more active role in this case.Â
Truthfully, you want to leave the courthouse and go to sleep, but you know you should stay to see how the trial plays out. Thankfully, Edgeworth uses the forensic evidence you found to bolster his argument and, after only about an hour, the courtroom doors swing open and the chief prosecutor appears. His eyes narrow in on you immediately and thereâs a frown on his face. You feel any good karma you may have accrued earlier completely dissipate.Â
âDetective,â Edgeworth says with a sigh. This canât be good, you think to yourself. âI appreciate your efforts, and the fact that you did what I asked you to do.â He pauses. ButâŠ?  âHowever, I do not recall telling you to avoid sleep entirely.â His eyes meet yours and you realize he mustâve noticed your fatigue earlier or the dark circles that currently reside under your own eyes.Â
âI know,â you acquiesce. The prosecutor nods knowingly, and you suddenly feel the need to defend yourself. âStill. I had a gut feeling there was something missingâand I was right.â Edgeworth sighs loudly. You raise your eyebrows at him knowingly, inviting him to argue with you. Fortunately for you, thereâs not much of an outlet for him to argueâsince your choice to continue investigating procured decisive evidence for the trial. The prosecutor evidently comes to that realization, because he crosses his arms over his chest and levels you with a furious gaze that spells you silent.
âCome on, Detective,â he remarks. âUnless youâd like the budget cut that Detective Gumshoe is so fond of.â You sigh deeply and follow after the prosecutor. This is the first time heâs threatened to reduce your salary. You certainly hope it will be the lastâyouâd rather not rewrite your budget for the coming month.Â
You follow after Edgeworth, who has yet to offer an explanation for why youâre supposed to follow him. The prosecutor paces out of the courtroom and walks through the lines of cars in the parking lot until he reaches a red sports car. Your eyebrows climb up your forehead as you see him unlock it.Â
âThis is your car?â You hear yourself ask.Â
âYou seem surprised,â Edgeworth notes with a tinge of amusement. He opens the door for you, allowing you to enter, before closing it behind you. The prosecutor then walks around the car and gets into the driverâs seat. Edgeworth looks at you expectantly, evidently waiting for elaboration.Â
âSorry, you just didnât seem the type,â you say. You quickly regret uttering the statement aloud after seeing the prosecutor raise an eyebrow; thankfully, he lets the comment slide. Instead, you get into the car and awkwardly stare down at your hands. You feel intensely out of place in this car, sitting next to the Chief Prosecutor himself. Edgeworth doesnât seem to notice your internal panic, instead beginning to pull out of the courthouse parking lot and drive down the street. âWhere are we going?â You eventually find the courage to ask.
âMy office,â Edgeworth responds. You feel your heart stall in your chest. He isnât going to fire you, is he? Youâre not sure if he has that power⊠but you wouldnât be surprised if he did possess that kind of administrative authority. Your fear must show on your face, because the prosecutor huffs in amusement before turning to look at you for a brief moment. âLighten up, Detective.â Contrary to your expectations, you arenât given any more explanation than that. Instead, youâre left to sit silently as EdgeworthÂ
Heâs taking you to his office. Oh no. Youâre really going to get fired, arenât you? Your heart races in your chest and you feel your hands twitching at your sides. Edgeworth leads the way to the Prosecutorâs Building, walking through the underground garage before reaching the door and opening it for you. Youâve been to the building before, but youâve never been to the underground garageâwhich leaves you feeling a little turned around. You suspect thereâs an elevator that will lead to Edgeworthâs office. However, the chief prosecutor walks past it and instead ascends the staircase next to it. You shrug and follow after him. One flight of stairs wonât be too bad.Â
One flight of stairs passes in the blink of an eye. However, Edgeworth doesnât exit as you expectâinstead he continues climbing up the stairs. Are you going to be taking the stairs all the way up to his office? From what you remember, quite a few of the offices are on the higher floors. You decide to keep quiet and follow his lead.Â
If only you had known that Edgeworthâs office number was on the twelfth floor . By the time you climb up the last set of stairs and reach the twelfth floor, you want to collapse on the ground and never get up. Edgeworth, on the other hand, isnât even winded. You manage to catch your breath on the short walk from the staircase to his office, but you know your legs will be sore tomorrow.Â
Youâve never been in the Chief Prosecutorâs office before. It has more life than you thought it might, with a burgundy couch off to the left side, an ornate wooden desk in the center of the room, and rows of files lining the walls on the right. Thereâs a small figurine of the Steel Samurai and an award that you recognize to be the Prosecutor Trophy. The space looks like a good mix of professionalism and nonchalance that you think youâd like to emulate in your own office. Â
Despite your expectations, Edgeworth still doesn't give you an explanation for why youâre here. Instead, he settles into the chair at his desk and opens his computer. Heâs quiet as he types on his computer. After a few moments of standing awkwardly, you decide to move and sit on the couch.Â
You donât know how long you wait there, anticipating a remark from the chief prosecutor. Unfortunately, now that youâre left here with nothing to do, you feel your energy slipping away. Your exhaustion is beginning to catch up to you. You didnât get much sleep (Â read: any sleep)Â last night, thanks to your impromptu investigation. Despite your fatigue threatening to knock you out, you know canât fall asleep in front of the Chief Prosecutor. You have to stay awake.Â
Surely, thereâs something you could be doing right now. Your eyes are stinging from exhaustion and your blinks feel twice as long as normal. You rub your eyes roughly and pay a glance at Edgeworth, who is scrawling something down on a piece of paper.. Just what are you supposed to be doing here? The prosecutor hasnât spoken since you left the car. Edgeworth isnât shy about assigning you work to do, so why is he suddenly so silent?
Despite all these recognitions, and the intimate knowledge that it will not look good if you fall asleep, your exhaustion wins out. One moment, youâre staring blankly ahead at the wall of files; the next, your eyes are slipping shut and youâre falling asleep.
Your sleep is remarkably undisturbed, despite being in the company of another person. You occasionally hear the scrawling sound of writing or the pattering sounds of typing, but otherwise, the office is blissfully silent. Your head rests on your hand and you exhale slowly, feeling the dayâs stressors slowly slip away.
You donât intend to sleep for long. But, when you wake up, you find that itâs dark outside. Thereâs an added warmth that you didnât have before. Upon further investigation, you find that thereâs a familiar burgundy jacket draped over you. Is this⊠Edgeworthâs jacket? Your eyes widen as the characteristic burgundy color.Â
Your phone pings, drawing you out of your thoughts. You reach towards it and power it on, only to find that itâs nearly 6 p.m. The trial ended hours ago! You look around for Chief Prosecutor Edgeworth, but heâs nowhere in sight. All you see is the familiar wall of files, the chessboard in the corner of the room, and a mug of tea with a note next to it.Â
Wait. A mug of tea with a note? You frown and look down at the coffee table, finding a mug of warm tea with steam rising out of it and a handwritten note. The note reads:Â
Visiting the department. Expect a more strictly enforced schedule in the future.  -M.  PS: Stay as long as you need.Â
You smile to yourself.
âDuff Endyuâ â âdefend you.â lol.
hehehehehehheeeee⊠I just want to fall asleep in Edgeworth's office and for Edgeworth to look down at me and be filled with an inexplicable burst of fondness. is that really too much to ask?>??
Did âa more strictly enforced scheduleâ make sense? I was trying to find a characteristic way for Miles to say that your overtime would be prevented (aka that youâll have to âclock outâ and actually leave, instead of staying for hours after).
I just realized Milesâs initials are M.E.. Lollll.
anyway, thanks for reading! <333
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