#why have I never seen not read a sports AU??

[kehannii]

Oml I completely forgot Adrien plays BASKETBALL

[astonmartinii]

big reputation part two | charles leclerc social media au

pairing: charles leclerc x fem reader

a new season dawns but that doesn't mean we don't have a map to our buried hatchets

MASTERLIST | BUY ME A KO-FI? | PART ONE

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc: ferrari has been home for as long as i can remember, even before i joined the academy, the dream of driving for ferrari gave me a purpose. i am heartbroken it hasn't worked out, but formula one is, at the end of the day, a selfish sport and i have to think about my real goal here: to win a championship. ferrari has an amazing history, but that is what it is history. in the four years i have been here i haven't seen the drive and ambition to be as ruthless and as complete as they were with michael and with kimi. therefore i have to leave. it hurts me to leave the tifosi, but know you're always in my heart and i will always hold dear your support. grazie regazzi essere ferrari ❤️

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user3: i knew it was coming but HOLY FUCK CHARLIE COME HOME

user4: tifosi lecfosi YES SIR

user5: for real i'm down for him not that clown team

yourusername: i'm proud of you charlie, i knew how much this took. but you have to put yourself first at some point. i love you

charles_leclerc: i love you too. i'm sorry i can't stop crying

yourusername: no i love that you are so passionate. it's been a long season and you're finally allowed to let it all out

charles_leclerc: can we go to a rage room?

yourusername: FUCK YEA

maxverstappen1: pretty please may i join. i have a lot of rage. call it teammate bonding?

charles_leclerc: give me a tow in bahrain quali?

maxverstappen1: fine (NO ONE SCREENSHOT THIS OR HOLD ME TO IT)

yourusername: at least this one i don't mind having to third wheel us

user6: the SHADE that's mother right there

user7: trying to stay insanely normal over the fact that max, charles and y/n are besties

pierregasly: congrats calmar, HOWEVER, i though i was your favourite third wheel 🥰

yourusername: but you bring kika ??? how can you third wheel if kika is there? DO YOU NOT KNOW HOW TO COUNT?

charles_leclerc: thank you pear i love you brother

user8: i love how this is some super sentimental post and y/n is asking pierre if he can count i hope they never change

landonorris: max as fave third wheel ??? @alexalbon @georgerussll63 twitch quartet erasure

yourusername: womp womp

alexalbon: WOMP WOMP?

charles_leclerc: guys i'm sad about leaving my dream team where is the compassion?

georgerussell63: yeah boo hoo there are bigger things at play here I DID NOT SIT THROUGH YOUR TEN HOUR MELTDOWN ON AN APPROPRIATE TWO YEAR ANNIVERSARY GIFT NOT TO BE TOP THIRD WHEEL

yourusername: you fools really will argue about anything huh

landonorris: this is the sanctity of our friendship on the line here

user9: the grid was really like YOU might be sad about leave ferrari but we ain't

yourusername

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yourusername: holibobs with sharlie

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user10: i love as soon as the season finishes charles becomes THEE instagram boyf

user11: j.peg account? no. just taking photos of y/n? YES.

charles_leclerc: i have an eye for beauty

yourusername: heheheheheheehehehehehee

alexalbon: so he can use a camera? why does he only take 0.5s of me?

yourusername: the best angle for your big ol dome

alexalbon: EXCUSE ME ?

yourusername: yeah sorry that was a bit far

alexalbon: it's like you got off the ferrari leash and now we all have to suffer

yourusername: WELP

charles_leclerc: ma belle, the only one i'll actually listen to and put sun cream on

yourusername: yes you will because we...

charles_leclerc: put spf on everyday !!

yourusername: yes! because...

charles_leclerc: we're scared of aging?

yourusername: no?

charles_leclerc: we want to be safe 👍

maxverstappen1: you guys done with the kindergarten reading lessons?

yourusername: have you seen lobster leclerc? this kind of work needed to be done

user12: lobster leclerc? goodbye, goodbye, goodbye you were bigger than the whole sky

user13: see now i'm confused cause why are some papers saying that they're breaking up? or that charles is embarrassed by the way y/n acts?

user14: bestie we've been through this DON'T TRUST THOSE HOES - TRUST THESE HOES

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user15: unless i see it from the horse's mouth I WILL NEVER BELIEVE THEY'VE BROKEN UP

redbullracing

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redbullracing: charles the qualifying king takes his first pole position for red bull in his first race and is joined by max for a front row lockout

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user18: UNWELL

user19: suck on that ferrari xoxo

user20: *rubs eyes* is that... max being happy to be challenged by a teammate ???

user21: winning three championships really takes the heat off huh

yourusername: THAT'S MY MAN YALL

charles_leclerc: love you baby

yourusername: love you too darling

maxverstappen1: love you three 🫶

yourusername: this is not the problem i thought we'd have when coming to red bull

maxverstappen1: my gf can't make most of the races so you WILL deal with me

user22: max being clingy to charles and y/n is so fucking funny to me

user23: sainz not making it out of q1? shwartzman only making it to q2 but still out qualifying carlos? charles looking sexy in blue? EVERY TONGUE THAT RISES AGAINST CHARLES LECLERC SHALL FALL

christianhorner: mega job boys, let's keep our eyes on tomorrow

maxverstappen1: tell them they have to let me come to dinner with them

christianhorner: isn't this the exact reason we rehired daniel

charles_leclerc: PLEASE MAKE DANIEL COME TO THE NEXT RACE

maxverstappen1: erm rude

charles_leclerc: i'm sorry i'm not used to a teammate that actually wants to be friends for real

yourusername: EXCEPT SEB WE LOVE SEB

yourusername: but for real max emilian i am monitoring the dutch papers... be very careful

user24: healthy teammate relationships (for now) ??? is this what heaven is like

user25: are you telling me that if max doesn't get the lead in the first lap he might actually HELP charles .... a certain spanish individual could never

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc: wow !! a 1 - 2 in our first race i couldn't be happier. this car is a dream to drive and i'm so grateful to red bull for being so welcoming. teamwork makes the dream work

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user26: tears in my eyes

user27: okay i understand both of them are like with their forever partners but lestappen is also real TWO THINGS CAN EXIST AT ONCE

yourusername: SHARLIE OMG YOU TALENTED, TALENTED KING

charles_leclerc: I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

yourusername: crying sesh. sharlie's drivers room @ 8. bring your own alcohol and tissues

charles_leclerc: just to make sure everyone knows THESE ARE HAPPY TEARS

landonorris: SAP ALERT GET IT TOGETHER MAN

yourusername: i know lando no-wins ain't talking rn 🤨

charles_leclerc: you walked into that one buddy

landonorris: just because i'm friends with carlos doesn't mean you have to come after me like him ...

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yourusername: bold... real bold. you're lucky i'm doing meditation and yoga (and that i want to make a good impression on christian)

alexalbon: lando do NOT look at the text she just sent your your ego CANNOT take it

user28: no no no do spill... i need the ammo if he ever takes out my fave

user29: true i need it for the next time either of the ugly twins at ferrari open their gobs

oscarpiastri: it was brutal. they need to get y/n to host the reading challenge on drag race

yourusername: oscar knows drag race?

oscarpiastri: i might be an athlete but i'm not completely uncultured

maxverstappen1: if we're talking being cultured... GET READY FOR YOUR FIRST RED BULL PARTY

yourusername: born ready my university years singlehandedly financed your 'catering budget'

charles_leclerc: no really i think she's actually addicted to the tropical one

maxverstappen1: are you FUCKING KIDDING ME? IT WAS YOU WHO DRANK ALL OF THEM

yourusername: and what?

maxverstappen1: idk i'm still kinda scared of you

user30: the way charles deflected the questions about fred and sainz ? WE'RE FREEEEEEEEE

yourusername

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yourusername: i wanna be your end game <3

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user32: you guys better be end game or like you're paying for my therapy

user33: i respect her dedication to go to every race, make ferrari staff tremble in fear and pull LOOKS

charles_leclerc: i want to be your first string

yourusername: what if we just called taylor up?

charles_leclerc: you know here you call her i'm nervous

yourusername: @taylorswift paris night one, lover and this is me trying ft. charles on the piano?

taylorswift: sure thing

charles_leclerc: why was that so easy?

yourusername: better get practising baby

charles_leclerc: OH GOD

user34: how did we get red bull charles and a taylor collab in one year?

user35: i guess we used up charles' good luck from the last four years SORRY CHARLES

charles_leclerc: i guess you're forgiven...

maxverstappen1: so could you like tell me what you'd call me if i hypothetically fucked charles over... i'm not gonna but like i need to mentally prepare myself to hear it

yourusername: i have faith in you so i haven't thought that far ahead

maxverstappen1: can you please not be too mean i can't take it

charles_leclerc: you wanna come to therapy with me buddy?

maxverstappen1: i think i might

yourusername: when we entered the reputation era i did not think it would lead to taking max verstappen to therapy

maxverstappen1: and taylor swift?

yourusername: ... and taylor swift

user36: this is all very cute and all but can we have mean y/n back

user37: when will yall learn that reputation is a love album and y/n and charles are just loving each other freely

user38: but mean y/n did teach someone a lesson in not spreading false rumours cause them tabloids have been QUIET

f1tea

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f1tea: carlos sainz was caught liking these tweets about charles leclerc and y/n y/ln, what do you think?

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user45: put me in the ring with carlos i am being so serious

user46: okay for a while i was on the fence about y/n and how intense she was being but like seeing this shit and realising it was probably what was being said in the garage she needed to do more

user47: for real if someone said that about my boyfriend i'd be in prison

user48: so charles and y/n were under contract to not say a word out of line about ferrari or anything to do with ferrari and this guy is out here liking this

user49: call me a conspiracy theorist but this was his public account... he meant for people to find it and wants people to know this stuff

user50: this is why he DNFed in the first race KARMA

user51: maybe this is why he's always the one with relationship issues bro clearly has no loyalty

user52: charles has never said anything about him even now and y/n only said something in retaliation

user53: fuck peace and love y/n needs to give this man hell

user54: read him for filth

user55: bro needs to keep his twitter fingers to himself and focus on not being in the wall ❤️

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc: this is why we can't have nice things, darling

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user56: this is the most response we'll ever get from charles i fear

user57: allow me to elaborate: this is why we can't have nice things by taylor swift is about 'forgiving' the people who wronged you but she literally says "and here's to you because forgiveness is a nice thing to do... i can't even say it with a straight face" so basically charles doesn't forgive carlos or fred. and it specifically shouts out her family and friends and lover for sticking with her which is what charles' family, friends and y/n have done

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user58: thank you for service

yourusername: i'm reading what they call you lately (it says you're a race winner and a title contender)

charles_leclerc: got a taste of the celebrations and can't get enough

maxverstappen1: KEEP IT PG THERE ARE CHILDREN HERE

charles_leclerc: you're older than me

yourusername: all we said were celebrations, if anything you have the dirty mind 🤨

maxverstappen1: i am usually in the room next to you, i hope this helps

charles_leclerc: our bad <3

maxverstappen1: you don't care do you?

yourusername: not really no. when we get to the same amount of wins as you maybe it'll wear off

maxverstappen1: not on my watch

user58: is this an entertaining title fight but without the bad blood?

user59: and nowhere near ferrari? bless

alexalbon: i hate that i understand all these references

yourusername: lily trained you well

lilymunhe: like a drill sergeant

yourusername: as you should

sebastianvettel: proud of you charlie, i'm glad you're not wasting your talent

charles_leclerc: i love you seb, i'm sorry it took so long

sebastianvettel: make sure you win here, we can be ferrari failures together

yourusername: *ferrari failed you

sebastianvettel: i knew there was a reason i liked you

fin.

note: SOZ. so like i am still working on requests but that radio message FUCKED ME UP. so this had to happen. glad my queen girls (max and charles) did well today, hope you enjoyed !!!

[lilacgaby]

biker! bakugo PLEASE i'm choking

˗ˏˋride or die

pairing: biker!katsuki x nerd!reader

summary: you'd been partnered up with the hotheaded speed racer, katsuki. who knew he'd end up more interested in you then the races he'd win?

tags: fem!reader, use of she/her, cursing, racing, college au!, no quirk au!, smart reader, studying, projects, reader has glasses, pet names

(a/n: i couldn't resist doing a trope 😖)

wc: 2k

flashing lights, money bags, and trophies were just another thing to katsuki.

It had begun when he was young, as a teenager becoming infatuated with motorcycles. he'd been gifted one when he became the driving age, and it'd become history ever since.

he was naturally adept at the sport, winning every competition he'd ever stepped foot in. but because of his mother, he was still forced to attend college.

it wouldn't be that bad if it wasn't so boring. he'd joined a friend group of fellow bikers, none on his level though. despite his reputation for being a bad, mean, and crude guy,

he'd never miss a class.

he walked in just before the bell rang, sitting towards the back of the class. there was no one close to him, well except you.

with your computer at the ready, notebook wide open, and the clicking of your pen you prepared yourself. your glasses already sliding down your nose as you begun to take basic notes on the slides.

katsuki found himself staring at you often, he didn't know why. maybe it was his boredom, or the focused expression on your face. maybe it was because you were really cute.

his heavy boots clanked around as he put his feet up on the table, not even bothering to pretend he was paying this lecture any mind.

he was lost in though, he honestly couldn't even figure out his own reasoning. but he finally looked off of you to note the huge letters on the board, project requirements. he mentally groaned and read over them, all pretty easy for him to accomplish except for..

the required partner. he didn't have any friends in this class and he sure as hell wasn't going to ask some loser. his eyes were glancing back at you instinctively, your pen was in your mouth as you were lost in thought.

‘a pretty loser’. he thought. ‘why not.’

he was walking over to you before he even recognized his movements, you were packing up your things into you bag when you noticed him. with eyes wide you looked up into his. “yo.” he smirked, hand behind his head.

“hello..?” you replied, confused as to why he was talking to you. you only knew him from the rumors that he was just a rich racer attending school for the hell of it. his expensive leather jackets and sleeves of tattoos you'd seen when he took it off only confirmed those for you. besides that, you'd never noticed him before, not speaking to anyone in this class in general. “can i help you?”

“yeah, we need a partner or some shit. y’ in or not?” his hands were on his hips as he awaited your answer, you finished packing your tote bag and shrugged. “it's cool with me, but i don't have a ride so we–”

“i got one though. so we can do this shit at my place tomorrow.”

“uh.. okay.” he held his hand out to you. you were confused and tilted your head, to which he scoffed. “your phone.”

you made an “o” sound with your mouth, handing it over to him. he had the audacity to snap a quick photo of himself before setting it as his contact photo, filling in his name and number before handing it back to you. “we can start this bull tomorrow, i need it done quick. i got something today and comp season is soon. i can't be busy.”

“uh– okay.. bakugo.” you read his name off of his contact, “that's fine for me.”

“just send me your address tomorrow, i'll come pick ya up. see ya.” with a wave of a hand he left you, holding your phone in your hand still very confused at what just happened.

‘bakugo. what a weird guy.’ you looked over the selfie he took of himself, his eyebrow piercing clear from the shot. your face flushed slightly, but you quickly left since you didn't want to be the last one out.

your day ended as usual, taking the bus home and petting your pet cat. finishing up assignments in the week early but leaving the annoying class for sunday, and sitting down to watch tv.

you were channel surfing, idly yawning as you were looking for something to watch while eating. you eventually landed on the sports channels, you were about to skip through them all when the sight of a familiar face broke you out of your mind.

“bakugo?!” you exclaimed, startling your pet. you couldn't believe it, he was actually racing professionally. and he was good, like really good. you found yourself with your jaw dropped and heart racing as he drove, crazy overtakes and high speed at every turn.

your food was now cold as your eyes had been locked on the race for forty minutes. as bakugo crossed the finish line, winning officially you cheered, fist pumped in the air.

the national anthem played as he was paraded around, cameras in his face as they handed him the trophy. a knowing smirk on his face as he celebrated.

once your excitement died down, you bit into your freezing food, opting to go pop it in the microwave.

as the bowl rang in circles, you realized.. he wasn't expecting you to ride on one of those was he?

yes he was. the next day after you texted him your address, you prayed that he'd come to you in a sports car. a regular car, just something that didn't involve you in something so tiny.

you heard him arrive before he even texted you, the roaring of his bike cutting through the music you were listening to. he arrived outside your apartment with a motorcycle, a spare helmet in his hand as he knocked on your door. “oh, no way.” you eyed him as if he was crazy, and he only laughed. “come on, it's just a bike. i'm the fucking best so don't worry babe.” he took your bag out your hands for you, helping you onto the back of the bike.

his hands were on your waist as he lifted you, steadying you. “hey, i got you.” was all he said before handing you the pink helmet, a bow on the side.

he hopped on in front of you, kicking back the pedal keeping the bike still. “hold on to me.” you put your hands onto his waist. “go slow.”

“i don't promise nothin’.” he roared the engined. “but i'll try for you, pretty girl.”

you squeaked as he sped off, your face now squished against his as you held onto his waist impossibly tight. “this is not slow!” you sped down the streets, way over the speed limit. you should've just taken the damn bus.

“can't hear ya.” you could hear the smile on his face as he sped up. “asshole!” you shrieked again as he popped a tiny wheelie.

after the ride of your life, or the possible end of it, he helped you off. you had shaky legs as you held on to him, chest heaving. “you're crazy.” he didn't let go of you, body supported by him as you walked into his house.

“i'll be back, gotta put the ol’ girl in the garage. make y’rself at home.” he walked out, leaving you calming yourself down. his house was huge, you looked around as you poured yourself a glass of water.

he walked back in, waving you to follow him. “come on, we can start over here.” you followed him into his room, a large setup on his desk. black silk sheets adorned by orange and red comforters laid upon his bed. it was actually pretty well decorated. “you just gonna look all day specs?”

you shook your head and sat next to him. “so, we just have to code a basic game, easy right?”

“yeah. this'll be a piece of cake.”

and a piece of cake it was.

he was actually really smart, fun to talk to. the game was created piece by piece, finished up easily, way faster than expected. but you hung around longer than necessary.

even though you finished the project in a week, it's been about a month and you still would go to katsuki’s house everyday.

lazing around his room on his bed, him holding your waist with one arm while you were hung over his body. scrolling on your phones, sneaking photos of each other, getting impossibly closer.

he'd take you out on drives, actually going slow now and riding around with you. he'd take you to his favorite shops, laughing when you manage to stomach the spicy ramen he enjoyed.

he'd take you to eat ice cream after, sitting in the parking lot watching the moon rise.

“yo, [name].” he pushed up your glasses with a finger. “what?”

“be mine, okay?” your face flushed, you swore the atmosphere grew hot. “uh.. okay.”

“cool,” he breathed. “now i have to ask you the actual important question… [name].” your heart beat sped up as he grew closer to you, caressing your face with his ungloved hand. he took a deep breath before saying,

“will you come to one of my races?”

your face fell and your eyebrows shot up. “that's the important question??”

“hey don't be rude. it's important to me and that shit took a lot outta me.”

that made you laugh, holding your stomach while he started at you with a straight face. you finally calmed down enough to say, “well, duh. of course i'll go. maybe you'll be extra lucky with me there too.” you joked.

“im sure i will [name].” he kissed you afterwards, tilting his head as the moonlight made you look ethereal.

being there was a lot different from just watching on the tv. you had a pass to walk around the pit area, katsuki kept you glued to his side. he explained to you how everything worked, where you'd be able to sit and watch him, and showed you his personal room.

you saw as he raced, your heart in your throat as you saw how dangerous the sport really was.

after all of it, after he won, he threw himself onto you and kissed you, trophy in his other hand.

when it was time to go though, you didn't see his motorcycle anywhere. “hey, ‘suki? where's the bike?”

he walked up to a black sports car, leaning against it. “i wanted to take her out for a spin ya know? switch it up.”

“you had a car this whole time?!”

“yeah, but how else would i get to see your cute face?”

"i'm going to kill you."

"you won't, you love me."

[f1cflcfic]

Won't Say I'm In Love (SMAU ft. Lando Norris) - part vi

pairing: lando norris x tennis player!reader (fem!y/n); past carlos alcaraz x tennis player!reader (fem!y/n)

summary: As a general rule, y/n does not date athletes. You've been there, done that - would not recommend. Besides, you definitely don't do love. There's no time in the world for complicated feelings when there's a career Grand Slam to be won. But what if your heart just refuses to listen?

genre: social meda/mixed au, friends to lovers

note: this is RPF and is obviously in no way, shape, or form reflective of real persons

series: part i | part ii | part iii | part iv | part v | ...

April 10, 2025

April 11, 2025

April 12, 2025

[Excerpt ViaPlay interview]

The Sakhir circuit means a return to familiar testing grounds. Does that mean that you feel more confident going into this race?

"I mean, yes and no. We know the challenges of the circuit, and how the car responds to them. We can adjust, but also all the other teams on the grid will be doing the same - they'll know our performance and weaknesses, too. So there's more work that goes into preparing different strategies, and coming up with adaptations to our run plans."

Are you hoping for a better result here than in Japan?

"Of course. I mean, our results there were not what Oscar or I were hoping for. Because this is a triple header, there's also very little time to linger on those feelings of disappointment - so we had to immediately get back into the mindset of Sakhir presenting a fresh opportunity for a win. I'm happy though with what we've been able to extract in qualis, so thanks to the guys and girls at the factory for all their hard work"

You did spend some time in between doing other things. How does that affect your preparation time?

"It doesn't. Having time off, creating memories with friends is a huge part of actually allowing me to race to the best of my abilities. If anything, I can get stuck in my head on all the mistakes and errors. It's nice to forceyourself out of that loop."

We did hear rumours of a karaoke party - did you sing a duet with your former teammate Carlos?

"Where'd you hear that? We celebrated Y/N's birthday in Tokyo, with a couple of drivers, yeah. I will not confirm or deny that a duet happened, but it was good, yeah. We had a good time."

Is he a better karaoke partner or a better paddock partner?

"Close, but will have to go with paddock!"

April 13, 2025

[Excerpt BBC Sport interview]

Warm welcome to Y/N L/N! How does Sakhir compare to Suzuka?

"Hi, thanks for having me. Suzuka was super special because it was the perfect excuse to spend my birthday in Japan, but I'm hoping to see a podium happen today."

What's it like for you as a spectator of a sport, rather than the one doing the sport itself?

"It's definitely different! Especially because this is a sport I've never actually participated in myself. I guess that's why I'm also feeling even more nervous. And I've never seen them win, so maybe today's the day."

There's a lot of eyes on you - does that make going to major events like this a different experience as well? Knowing that so many people out there have a vested interest in who you're supporting, what you're wearing, saying, or spending your time with?

"A vested interest? Have not heard that one before. I mean, I don't really spend time scrolling on social media, or reading headlines about myself. I just like spending the little free time I do have with my family and friends - it's very boring, really."

It's interesting, because the FIA has been quite strict in how drivers may express themselves but at the same time also assigns media duties to them. Is that similar in tennis?

"I mean, yes - we do have code violations as well as media obligations. In my view, journalists tend to forget that their translating of stories goes both ways. Sometimes I'll get asked a question about something that's happened online, and I think I'd have been better off not knowing about it at all. We get briefed by our own teams, but a lot of athletes aren't chronically online on purpose. Hate, abuse, death threats - you name it, I've seen it. Especially as a woman. I wish I could be cheering for a woman in Formula 1 today, but I can't. And it's in part because of this unhealthy, sexist environment that's so prevalent in sport. So I'll make do with two great and dear friends, who I know care about this sport and fair, equal opportunities a great deal."

read part vii here.

A/N: well, this turned out a lot longer than expected, so next stop is Madrid and a healthy serving of delusion, misunderstandings and mixed emotions :)

♥ likes, comments, reblogs and asks are always very much appreciated - i love chatting and hearing your thoughts! ♥

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[se4ttlellie]

BOYFRIEND - VI

Warnings : Cheating, smut, fingering (user receiving), swearing, party, wlw relationship, use of pet names, use of y/n, kinda au, alcohol use, dirty talk, mirror sex, exhibition?

Summary : In which, the reads boyfriend is being a dick and Vi helps her out

Authors Note : I truly promise that I don’t have anything with cheating bc it really seems like it rn 😭 but I was literally listening to “Boyfriend” by Dove Cameron and I was like “yup let’s write a fucking fanfic about this” so here you are. I��m really sorry if this has been done before, it probably has but I’ve never seen it so, here’s my rendition. Enjoy! <3

Reader is purple

Vi is pink

Song lyrics is italics

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Your boyfriend was being a real dick recently, spending no time on you, forgetting your anniversary, getting angry all the time and it’s just getting on your fucking nerves. So, who do you go to?

Vi.

You lay with your head on her lap as she strokes your hair. You are just ranting about your boyfriend, probably talking her ear off but she truly doesn’t mind.

“He’s such a dick! Like, why can’t he put the fucking PS5 down for like a minute and pretend like he has an actual girlfriend right fucking here! Ugh!”

Vi can tell that you’re really worked up but she doesn’t really know how to help. Tonight was supposed to be a fun night, you were supposed to go out and have fun but, once again, your boyfriend killed the mood.

“Come on, let’s forget about him, go to the bar and just have fucking fun, y/n. Don’t let him ruin a good night with your best mate.”

Slowly, you nod, sitting up and running your fingers through your hair. You let out a deep sigh, standing up and grabbing your bag.

“You’re right, I’m sorry. Let’s get dressed and we can go.”

“Alright. No need to apologise, love.”

She gently hugs you from behind as a little bit of reassurance, resting her chin on her shoulder and rubbing your stomach. You notice that she is a little more touchy than usual but you don’t really read into it too much.

You get dressed, slipping on the perfect, sexy red dress and pairing it with your one pair of expensive shoes, your Louboutins that you bought yourself a while ago and never wore because you were too scared to scuff them.

Vi walks out of the bathroom in a much more chill outfit and scans you up and down. She whistles, making you laugh and hit her arm, causing her to pull her arm back and laugh too.

“You look hot.”

“I know, thank you. Don’t look too bad yourself.”

Vi, as per, is in a more masculine fit, sporting a pair of black trousers and a button up, white t-shirt with a few of the buttons undone and her sleeves rolled up. The rolled sleeves shows off her muscular, tatted arms perfectly.

She gracefully takes your arm, linking it with her on before grabbing your bag for you and leading you out of the door once you’re all ready.

You arrive at the bar, annoyed at the long line of people. I mean, you’d have to assume considering it’s a Friday night but it’s still annoying.

Turning around to Vi, you rest your head on her chest and she kisses your head, stroking your hair. She looks down at you, her arm wrapped around your shoulder and she leans down to whisper in your ear.

“Are you okay, cupcake?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, just still a little bummed about Alfie.”

She nods, understandingly before noticing that the line is finally moving and you’re closer to the front. She gently squeezes your hip to alert you to move forward.

You finally make it into the club after getting past the annoyingly flirty bouncer and the queue that seemed to last forever.

Once inside, you immediately go for the bar, needing some drinks. You order your favourite drink, feeling someone behind you. You look behind and see Vi, holding her card.

“Vi, I can pay for my drink.”

“I know you can but so can I.”

You roll your eyes before quietly thanking her and taking the drink from the bartender. You take a sip, feeling the familiar burning sensation as the liquid flows down your throat. Fuck this is strong.

After a few drinks and seeing a few pretty girls (and paying for a couple drinks) you and Vi head to the dance floor, dancing and singing to whatever song comes on.

As the song switches, you instantly recognise the song as “Boyfriend” by Dove Cameron and smirk. You feel Vi’s arms around your waist and you smile, letting her hold you and seductively sway with you.

“You reckon we got a lesbian DJ?”

She laughs, nodding because of the particular song choice. You’re both dancing with each other, singing the song when she spins you around, backing your body into hers. She presses you against her chest, her arm still firmly around your middle as the chorus approaches.

You blush, a little surprised by Vi’s boldness and, more importantly, hand placement as her arm is wrapped snugly around your middle. You place your hand on her arm, rubbing up on her a little.

As the chorus plays, you feel Vi’s hot breath on your neck, whispering the lyrics into your ear, causing you to tense up.

“I could be a better boyfriend than him. I could do the shit that he never did.”

You swallow hard, involuntarily tilting your head to the side as you feel your best friend’s lips press to your neck. You reach your hand back, grasping her hair as she kisses up and down your neck and shoulders.

You can kind of smell the alcohol on her breath and you know that she is a little drunk but you know that she is sober enough to know exactly what she’s doing and, more to the point, what it’s doing to you.

As Vi kisses your neck, you stand there, confused. You know that you’re enjoying this but you also know that you have a boyfriend back at home. As if Vi knows exactly what you’re thinking, she whispers in your ear.

“Don’t think about him, baby. You know you like this because, if you didn’t, you’d have told me to stop already.”

“Shut up and kiss me, Vi.”

You spin around, abruptly pressing your lips to hers, your arms wrapping around her neck as hers link around your waist. She presses into you, pulling you ever closer as her tongue slides into your mouth.

You let out an involuntary moan, causing Vi to smile against your lips. You already know what she is thinking but you kiss her again before she can make a comment.

Her hands sneakily slide down to your ass as you continue kissing, your chests pressing against each other. Slowly, her hands move closer and closer to your thighs, gripping them softly.

“Make it any more obvious you wanna finger me, Vi.”

She laughs, picking you up and carrying you off the dance floor. You kick and flail a little until you realise where she is taking you. She takes you to the bathroom, sitting you down on the sink and closing the door.

You continue to make out, now able to hear each other’s breathy moans and deep breaths as you get lost in each other’s touch.

Suddenly, she reaches down and lifts up your dress, grabbing your panties and looking up at you before pulling them down. You give her a simple nod, as you know that she was waiting for consent.

“Words, princess. I’m not gonna do this unless I know you want it.”

“Yes I fucking want it Vi! Please.”

She smirks at your begging, kissing your chest. Pulling off your panties, she wastes no time in gently rubbing circles on your clit, making you let out a loud moan. You grab onto her shoulders, throwing your head back.

Slowly, she slides a finger into you and then two. She kisses your neck as she starts to pump her fingers in and out of your hole. She smirks, sucking on your neck as she murmurs something.

“You’re already dripping. How long have you been thinking about me touching you like this, y/n?”

You can’t tell if her question is rhetorical or not but, hopefully it is because you couldn’t answer anyway, due to the amount of pleasure you’re currently receiving. You wrap your arm around Vi’s shoulders, pulling her in for another kiss.

You moan against her lips, feeling her fingers thrusting in and out of you faster now. You try your best to keep kissing her but you’re losing your breath so your head just falls forward onto her shoulder.

“Fuck, Vi. Yes, fuck, right there.”

You let out a really loud moan as she hits your g-spot perfectly, her fingers curling to get just the right spot. A small whimper leaves your mouth, causing Vi to speed up even more.

Your thighs start to shake against her fingers and you know that you’re close. She kisses your temple as your head rests against her shoulder.

“Look in the mirror baby, I want you to see how good you look when I touch you like this.”

You obediently nod, looking in the mirror and seeing your fucked out face and messed up hair. You keep your eyes on your reflection as you finish all over Vi’s fingers.

She softly continues to thrust into you, riding out your high as you now look away from the mirror and into her eyes. Your eyes are lidded and exhausted and she has a wicked smirk on her face.

Pulling her fingers out of you, she immediately puts them in her mouth to lick off your cum. You don’t know if you’re turned on or not but you certainly know that you can’t do a round two.

“Fuck, Vi.”

“Feel good princess?”

“Mhm.”

Vi laughs, pulling you into her arms and stroking her hair as she sees how exhausted you are. She kisses your head again, rubbing you back.

“Should we get you home, baby? Maybe we can have a bit more fun there.”

“Okay…”

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[aldisobey]

OC Tag/Mood Game

Thanks for taaaags I’m in love with all your Rooks and will expound on it all later!!! @emmg @holdingontojupiter @ollypopwrites @thequeenofthewinter

I don’t have screenshots, enjoy this piece of Worne with his beloved necromancer by @qwiqwiaqwi instead. I’m combining two games and using ‘mood’ gifs because I've got a Foolproof chapter out coming later today that needs a little more work and gotta focus and I'm not gonna worry about it. Meet my rat. He loves Emmrich and also you. I'm answering these for the bodyguard AU Worne

General…

Name: Rook Worne Thorne

Alias: None really. Thorne is what the Kirkwall templars called him. Rook was given by Varric and he considers that his first real name. Worne was given by the Grey Wardens, drabble explanation here.

Gender: Male

Age: 32-34 he isn’t sure of his birthday

Spoken Language: Trade/Common, Dwarvish (He had a lot of Deep Roads duty)

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual - are you a consenting adult? He is keen.

Occupation: He’s been pickpocket, thief, mugger, prisoner and unwilling Grey Warden. He’ll tell you his real occupation is lover and he makes a great bodyguard.

Favorites…

Color: Greens, browns, if Emmrich makes him choose just one at dinner he’s pointing at those eyes.

Entertainment: Reading. Oral story telling, music, board games. Naps. He’d like and be good at offbeat sports like, disc golf, hacky sack, or yo-yo.

Pastime: Gardening. He has a greener thumb than Emmrich. Davrin says it’s because he’s part dirt. Also running. Loves to go on marathon type journeys for the feel of it.

Food: Literally anything. But he has a fondness for beer nuts and crab cakes you’d find at The Hanged Man, no one makes the crab cakes quite the same.

Drink: He’s a water man. Not much of a wine guy makes him sleepy. Enjoys his shitty beer. Polite about tea. Does not need coffee or care of it. And do not give him hard liquors it’s not a fun time for anyone.

Have they…

Passed University: He did not pass kindergarten. Never had a chance for schooling. But he is literate.

Had Sex: Yes. Plenty and more. He loves intimacy, loves pleasure, and he enjoys getting to know people. Enjoys discovering what they might like, slut for anyone that returns such favor.

Had Sex in Public: Weisshaupt is well aware of his ass. Minrathous has seen plenty. And the Necropolis doesn’t know what it’s in for.

Got Tattoos: Yep. He’s got the Kirkwall sigil high mid back between shoulder blades, and a rook chess piece somewhere he’s not telling.

Got Piercings: NO. He would end up hurt, they’re getting torn off somehow and it’s not his fault. A small wip showing why

Got Scarred: Yes. To a ridiculous degree. He’s been through a lot and uses his body as tool when he knows he has a healing mage around. Shivs, arrows, claws, teeth, spears, once a spoon, that was his fault. Those and more of all types have left marks on the scar latticed skin.

Had a Broken Heart: Maybe once. I think the Joining tried crushing it by taking a longtime friend he was warming to. But life has been so fast and violent he never had a chance to experience romance, never had an opportunity to give his heart to be broken. Honestly his heart is probably the strongest muscle in him. But has it been truly vulnerable yet?

Are they…

A Cuddler: One hundred percent yes, he’ll cuddle friends, he’ll sidle up to acquaintances that seem keen. He loves touch. Be it platonic or more sensual. He’d hold a hand forever, would never need encouragement to lean his head on a shoulder or pull someone into a hug.

Scared Easily: Conditional. Majority of the time no. Absolutely not. But he does have a fear of drowning and water. And necromancy. That’s a complicated affair. He kinda likes whatever that ‘fear’ is.

Jealous Easily: Conditional. He’s never had much, and doesn’t desire much. He doesn’t see people as ‘owning’ things how could he be jealous? If he needs it he’ll get it. Before Emmrich he never experienced relationship jealousy. Everything was surface level fwb, one night stand stuff. Once romantically involved with Emmrich he’s realized he’d be veeeeeery jealous if someone tried to take his place. He’s cool with consensual sharing but needs to know he’s foremost or he’s gonna look like a hurt puppy.

Trustworthy: Conditional. Around cheese? No. Sharp objects? Fire? Glass? Also no. But secrets and gossip and having your back? You won’t find better.

Family…

Sibling(s): None. But the Grey Wardens are his siblings. Every warden is considered family to him.

Parents: Dead before he could walk.

Children: Only if we’re counting Manfred. He’s a better uncle than primary parent, way too lenient.

Pets: He wants a griffon. Emmrich has tried explaining why that’s such a bad idea when they live in the Necropolis but the dream lives on and the flock consider him family.

Partner: I ADDED THIS ONE K Emmrich is gonna be family that's his husband right there. Okay they're not married and Emmrich might be accepting a betrothal to some young lady but that's his husband.

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and all y'all I want to see your Rooks link me to oc tag game and mood boards if you posted already!! @heylittleriotact @caffeinatedmunchkin @lavenderprose @thepalehorsevictoria @smoreofbabylon @xiomara42 @by-ilmater @razildor @draco-illius-noctis if I'm missing you shame me pls I will be contrite and give you pleasant words.

[strawberrystepmom]

royalty au - knight!dante x princess!reader. established relationship, implied age difference. screenshot thanks to jas over on pinterest <3 | wc: 2.7k, reading time: ~10 minutes

“As you are aware, things of this nature are sharp and dangerous. Not to be played with like little toys.” 

The sun glints off of the honed metal of the skinny training sword resting across Dante’s upward facing palms, the dark leather of his training gloves framing the blade like the moon in the night sky. 

“You’ve given me this same speech each time we’ve come out here.” 

You offer a flat expression to the man holding the weapon, reluctantly dragging your eyes from the tantalizing shimmer of the gift he’s presenting to you toward his face that sports a delighted smile. I

“Yes you have heard it but never about your own sword,” he reminds, tilting his head to the side and raising his eyebrows. It’s irrefutable so you don’t bother, keeping your mouth shut and your face impassive. “So please consider that this is a dangerous exercise and that much is at stake if you do not heed my direction, highness.”

He lifts the impeccably crafted weapon in your direction. A craftsman on the outskirts of the blacksmithing district spent weeks hammering and shaping something worthy of the royal hands Dante intended it for, surprising himself by having such high standards where you are concerned. 

It is about time he acquired a blade for you to call your own now that you’ve shown that your interest in weaponry isn’t merely passing boredom while waiting for the next pastime to arrive. His old training swords have always been too big for you anyway and expert that he is, the knight can tell you hunger for more than just wood on wood. 

You need to hear the clang of metal. You need to feel the weight of a sword in your delicate, unblemished hand to understand what it means. It is Dante’s responsibility to ensure you do so otherwise you will find a way to do it for yourself as fecklessly as possible.

“How will you dub your weapon?” His question catches you off guard yet you bounce back quickly, smiling at him while your wide eyes slowly fall to their normal size. Reaching for the blade, you wrap your fingers around the hilt and lift it toward the cloudless sky. A reflection of limitless blue shines back at you.

“What do you call your sword, Ser Dante?”

A distraction to buy you time to come up with something good. The knight has no problem seeing through your illusion, admiring your admiration of his gift with a mirthful smile.

“You know very well what I call my sword, Princess.”

Rebellion. It has both quelled and inspired just that. 

“Yes but why do you call it such?”

A story you also know by heart, yet you desire to hear him tell it while you consider your options. The knight unsheathes his training sword from his belt, a less impressive blade than his beloved Rebellion, but he shows off by flipping it back and forth with quick flicks of his wrist.

“My father named it, not me. You’d have to ask him.” Humming and pretending to be unamused, the smile you attempt to hide gives you away. 

As always.

You’re no longer watching the sun shimmer and reflect the sky off of your gift, entranced by the movements of the man who has been bringing you here quietly for months. All it took was explaining how you wished to know how to defend yourself once for him to take to the job, telling the maids and stablehands you wished to take your horse out for a ride. Nobody has asked any questions so far though they may begin now that his favorite forgesmith is aware that this was a gift for royalty. 

Anything you want, you get, no matter how uncouth it may be. He makes it so even at the risk of being seen as indiscreet. 

He abruptly stops his movements and points his sword in your direction. 

“Do you wish to break it in?”

You adjust your grip, nodding with determination. “It is named Skydancer.”

“Will you and Skydancer keep up with me today?”

The nod increases in strength. Dante chuckles, taking a fighting stance.

“Then let’s begin.”

As you take position, you realize that your weight distribution has changed with this smaller sword and jump to embrace the difference in speed. A grin dances across your pretty face, growing when you thrust your arm outward and in the direction of your opponent, forcing him to swing his body outward as well to avoid the blade.

“You can do more than that!” 

The grin dims, swapping places with a more determined set in your brow and curl of your lip. The spring sun beats overhead, the creek a few feet away splashes and bubbles. Dante grunts and heaves, exhaling sharply to mirror your short breaths and determined harrumphing. 

This is your favorite place in the entire kingdom. It seems only correct that it has become the stage where you have learned such an art so unorthodox for your status. 

“Again,” he commands, easily dodging the jab you send toward him. 

The way he smiles, pride practically radiating off of him, reinvigorates your spirit and encourages  you to keep your pace despite the snarl that comes across your face in response. “As you wish” spat through the gritted teeth of the Princess Royal only doubles his amusement. A chuckle rings through the grassy knoll, a man shockingly nimble for his considerable size making sword fighting seem utterly effortless. 

You flip your wrist and subsequently your near weightless blade, pointing it to jab the very point between the leather clad chest of your knight. Dante shuffles backward before you can make contact, stopping with his feet flat on the ground.

“I thought you said you would be able to keep up, my lady.”

Groaning in frustration, you pull your arm and sword back from him and toward your body. The knight springs into action, placing his hand gently beneath your forearm and wrapping himself over your back and shoulders. His face drips with sweat, grin intact. 

“Give in Princess, you’re beat.”

You gaze up at him with wildfire in your eyes, attempting to free your arm and yourself from his grasp. He pants against your back, chest cupping the curve of your spine that keeps you hunched over and rounded in the shoulders. 

Your chest heaves alongside his though it’s for far less noble reasons than being out of breath. 

He’s so close to you. He’s sharing every breath you take, eyes as blue as the sapphires on your favorite necklace crinkling at you in amusement. The steady hammering of your heart against the delicate cage it calls home deafens all thoughts, nulling them from your consciousness. 

Though your lips have never touched a man, you’ve found yourself wondering exactly how they’d feel and taste if they touched this particular one. 

There’s an ache in you that you believe can only be soothed by kissing him. You wish for this so desperately in fact that your tongue dips out of your mouth to wet your lower lip instinctively, hoping the kittenish movement indicates what’s on your mind under no uncertain terms. 

Take me. I am yours.

One of the kitchen maids who often scintillates you with tales of her life outside of the castle walls swears the way to a man’s heart is to show him how conquerable you are. 

“You must be a country all his own,” she told you while slicing potatoes. Your own shirt sleeves pushed to your elbows to assist her even though she slapped at your forearms gently, insisting it’s beneath a future Queen. You ignored her, peeling and washing alongside her hungry for more details to which she obliged with a knowing half smile.  

“Once you’ve become a man’s homeland he will go to war to keep you safe.”

The only man you could begin to fathom desiring to fight for you came to mind, streaking through your memory atop his steed with his fathers sword held above his head. Nevermind the legions of others who have risen, fought, died, survived, and still dedicate their service to the crown that sired you. 

You hunger and long to be what Ser Dante fights for. Not the country, not the King, nor the crown he swore his loyalty to the day he was knighted the first time and the second when he pledged fealty to you as the future Queen.

It is your deepest, most selfish desire.

It’s the fire that has spread from your eyes to your stomach, razing all the good sense in your head and combusting in your heart like a firework. It’s what makes you lean in to press your soft lips against his, a featherlight touch. Even lighter than your hand forged sword or the wind that blows the linen of your skirts up above your ankles and knees. 

Lighter than the press of his lips back against yours, the stubble bordering the edges of his mouth scraping you. A grumble from his chest vibrates against your back, reminding you of the position you’ve found yourself in. 

You let Skydancer clatter down to the grass at your feet, Dante’s gloved hand sliding from your upper arm to your wrist to hold it. Miraculously he holds himself back from greedily mapping out the inside of your mouth with his tongue, breaking the kiss almost as quickly as it happened. 

“My my, this isn’t quite how I believed our spar would go today.”

The burning fire inside of you retreats enough that you realize what you’ve done. Your jaw drops slightly, eyes widening in a panic. 

You don’t wish to be seen right now. 

Bending at the waist to ball the ends of your skirt inside your fist, the panicked rush almost results in you tumbling to the ground until the knight stops you. “No.” He commands, firm but gentle. His strong hand remains wrapped around your wrist though he uses none of his strength to keep you pressed in place, your body betraying you with her desire to stay. That same chest heaves against your back, your heart still pounds. 

All you want to do is kiss him once more, disregarding every ounce of shame that has been instilled in you since the day you graced the earth. Every ounce of you longs to taste and feel, to show this man you admire so much how you’ve felt for so very long. 

This cannot happen again. 

“Let me go at once.” You command in return, attempting to hide the tremble in your voice with false bravado. Perhaps a man who hadn’t known you for almost your entire life would not detect the threat of tears in that particular tone but this one knows well. 

He drops your wrist, allowing you to spring free and take a few steps away. Your head swims, heart continuing to pound while the midday sun beats overhead. 

The awkwardness of the moment prevails, two pairs of eyes who have seen the other as something new from this day forward looking into one another. 

Should you apologize? Truthfully, all you want is to run away although it seems particularly childish of you in this context. You were the one who wanted to express your desire as a woman after all, he merely aroused it to begin with. Not to mention how improper it is for you of all people to force yourself upon a sworn protector. Your sworn protector. 

A dangerous thought curls inside your head. There’s a chance he may have only kissed you back out of duty rather than desire, your still body suddenly sparking with energy and begging you to take your leave to writhe around with your humiliation privately. 

“Please forgive my indiscretion.”

Politely bowing your head, you don’t even bother to curtsy while reaching down to pick up your sword. Dante attempts to stop you, stepping on the blade to weigh it down. 

“Princess.” Gentle but firm, once again and as always. Like you’re a petulant child still and not a fully grown woman who leans into her petulance as means to grasp power.

You gaze up at him, eyes fixed into a stubborn glare. He bends his knees to squat down until he finds himself eye level with you which further pins your sword to the ground.

There’s no escaping this unless you run and almost certainly get caught. You’ll simply have to face the consequences. 

Unfortunately for Dante you’re known him for a very long time too, strategically allowing the hot flood of embarrassed tears at your lash line to overflow and spill down your cheeks and the bridge of your nose. 

“Please don’t tell my father.”

It’s rare you refer to the King as anything besides such unless you’re really about to be in trouble. Are the tears a little opportunistic considering the situation? Most likely but the person least likely to hold them against you is framed by the sun next to you, wind ruffling the ends of his hair that grows more wavy with each passing second thanks to the outside humidity. 

Dante chuckles again, always capable of finding the means to laugh at your miserable charades. His free hand cups your chin, thumb stroking your petal soft cheek to wipe the tears away. 

“Why on earth would I do that?” He smiles. Or smirks rather, turning your face side to side with his hand playfully to see how far he can push it before you swat him away impatiently. “I would only incriminate myself in the process because I enjoyed it.”

Now you spring into action, lifting your hand to grab at his wrist and remove his touch. 

“I don’t wish to force you to keep a secret on my behalf.” 

It’s easy for him to meet you halfway, dropping your chin and instead lifting the palm of your hand to his mouth to kiss the heel of it. 

“Isn’t the fact we are out here training to begin with a secret?” He reminds you, head and face sinking lower so that he can press his forehead against yours. “A lady isn’t to know how to wield something like this,” he nods toward your sword. “Yet I have made sure that my lady does, against the wishes of her father.” 

You are so enchanted by this man - this beast of a human being who loves to ruffle your feathers just for his amusement - even your squirming stops. 

“Your secret is safe with me just as they all are, your grace.”

Frankly, he is the party responsible for many of those secrets to begin with. No one is more guilty of allowing you to indulge in a bit too much table wine or to go out long past your recommended curfew than the former Devil of the Killing Fields who traded in his fangs for something a bit more friendly. 

Something a bit warmer, anyway. That never smells of death or gore and smiles at him and gives his own medicine right back to him. Who giggles and grins and may complain but never truly gives up. 

Sharp as you are, how you haven’t caught on about how he truly feels about you is a mystery. Protective and intrigued and terrified and…given meaning. 

He traded his fields of glory to protect you. The valiant man dropped to a single knee and promised his life not simply to the crown but to the woman he’s so fond of that will someday be wearing it. 

Though tears continue to spill down your cheeks, a smile crosses your lips. Your hand drops the grip and pommel of your little sword and reaches up to instead hold his wrist. Asking no permission, you kiss him again. Harder, as fierce as you swung at him with your sword a few moments prior to now. 

Even if your fondness and desire for his lips - for him -  proves to be temporary, he’ll indulge it. If you grow bored of this in days or months or years the reminder that he was the first to taste such an indulgence will keep him warm for nights to come. 

If you are using him, he will allow himself to be just that. Used in service to the crown as his oath dictates he be.  

At least you will be using none but him.

[raven-dor]

hii, can i reheat a harry potter x reader?? i dont really have anything specific in mind except maybe the reeder could be a slytherin and it would take place during the 5th book/movie so his friends, Sirius and the rest of the order of the phoenix are telling him to stay away from her or something?? that would be an interesting dynamic, i think?? Some angst and of course fluff maybe??

Thank you❤️

us.

In which harry potter falls for forbidden fruit

PAIRING: harry potter x slytherin!reader

WARNINGS: AU where cho and harry aren't a thing, angst, anxiety, dissaproval, arguing, death eaters, mentions of death, fluff

WORD COUNT: 5.3k

🎶 : us. - gracie abrams & taylor swift

Her hair was wild and free, Harry had noticed over the years. She’d tried to control it with a maroon ribbon, but it always fought against her. She’d always been around, at Quidditch games, the Triwizard tournament, always watching. She didn’t make herself known, which Harry found odd. Most people at Hogwarts wanted to make a name for themselves, but Y/N Rosier kept her head down. 

She had good grades, good enough to rival Hermione’s. She was kind; he’d observed her caring for a crying first year on more than one occasion. And she was friends with Luna, and he didn’t take Luna for being someone with a bad taste in friends. 

He’d thought about her this summer before his mind was preoccupied with wondering if he’d even be allowed to go back to school. Thankfully, Dumbledore saved him. 

Again. 

He was sulking in Grimmauld Place for the rest of the summer and could often be found staring out the window longingly. Sirius had even sat beside him one day, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. “What’s troubling you?” 

Harry looked at his godfather curiously. “What do you mean?” 

“I’ve seen that look before.” Sirius laughed. “Your father looked out windows constantly while he thought about your mother. Who is she?” 

“She-” Harry sighed. “You wouldn’t like her.” 

“I’m sure she’s wonderful.” 

“She is.” He looked back out the window. “She’s kind and smart. Caring, too.”

“Sounds like I was right.” The man smiled. “I can’t wait to meet her.” 

Harry smiled back but didn’t respond. In truth, he hadn’t talked to Y/N once in their entire time at Hogwarts. How do you introduce someone to your godfather that you’ve never talked to before?

The first time Harry talked to her was on the third day of school. He’d just had his second detention with Umbridge, the wicked old toad when he saw her walking into the Defense classroom with a solemn look on her otherwise serene face. 

“Rosier,” Harry spoke. 

She stopped as if surprised he was talking. She gripped her wand. “I don’t want-” 

Harry laughed. “I’m not- I’m not trying to attack you, I promise.” He smiled lightly. “Why are you in here then?” 

She hummed. “Same as you, I suppose.”

His eyes widened. “You have detention?” 

The girl smiled. “Something about betraying my house and defending…” She turned red, shaking her head. “Anyways, I have to get going.” She nodded, walking further into the classroom. “Bye, Potter.” 

The second time Harry had talked to her, he’d spotted her from across the pitch. The first practice was always a sort of train wreck, but people still came out to watch. If there was one thing about Hogwarts students, almost all were too involved with quidditch. Bets were placed, fights broke out, and points were taken away and given carelessly. It had amused Harry when he was a first year. 

Now, he was tired of it. 

He’d spotted her Slytherin scarf before he’d seen her. The way his heart started skipping was embarrassing. His cheeks were pink; he knew it, and he thanked Merlin that she was too far away to see. The way his eyebrows furrowed at the sight of green and silver confirmed his thoughts: if he hated Slytherin that much, then there was no telling how much Sirius, Hermione, Ron, and the rest of them would act. She was reading, occasionally glancing up to watch the practice. She was the only one sporting green and silver in the crowd of red and gold, which made him think, why was she here?

He knew for a fact she only hung around Luna and Cho, so why was she at a Gryffindor quidditch practice? Angelina yelled, knocking him out of his trance. “Oi! Watch for the snitch, Harry!” 

He saluted her, flying higher into the sky as he shook his head. Godric, give him courage. And strength. 

Angelina called it a day hours later, and Y/N was still there as if she was waiting for someone. He felt jealousy bubble up in his stomach. Who was she friends with on the team? He flew directly above her, putting on his most charming smile. “Waiting for someone?” 

She shook her head. “I’m afraid I don’t know any Gryffindors. Besides Granger.” 

Harry nodded, trying to fight the grin that threatened to give away his crush. “You know me.” 

“And Hermione.” She added. 

“That’s all you need to know, really.” 

She laughed, and in that moment, Harry vowed to make her laugh forever. “I don’t want to keep you.” 

“You’re not.” He responded too quickly. “I mean-” 

She stood up, waving. “I’ll see you around.” 

“I-” His voice got caught in his throat, and all he could do was wave back at her disappearing figure. “Bye.” 

Sirius’s face had appeared in the fire out of nowhere. Once Ron and Hermione had gone to bed, his godfather’s tone switched to a light one. “So, how is she?” 

“She?” Harry tilted his head. “Who-” Oh. Harry flushed. Sirius had remembered their conversation. “She’s good.” 

“Good?” Sirius raised an eyebrow. “Have you talked to her?” 

“Once.” He smiled. “She’s quiet.” 

Sirius smiled. “The quiet ones.” He laughed. “They’re tough to crack but very worth it.” His godfather held a sad sort of look on his face like he was reminiscing on a lost love. “Be patient with her, Harry.” 

“I am,” Harry responded. “But she seems so sad.” 

“Well,” Sirius whispered. “Give her a reason to be happy then.” 

The third time he’d talked to her, she had approached him. Mainly because he hadn’t even seen her coming, too wrapped up in his thoughts, too wrapped up in all the chaos that his fifth year had produced. He was trying not to pass out from the pain that stabbed at him from the back of his hand. He’d thought he was used to it, the quill that cut into the back of his hand, but a weekend off made him weak. 

“Potter?” He hadn’t responded. “Harry?” She tried. That had made him stop and look up. He smiled, but she could tell something was wrong. 

“Rosier, hi.” 

“What’s wrong?” She whispered. “Are you hurt?” She checked him over while he stared at her. She was touching him. Merlin, he thought. Soon enough, she’d find his scar. She gasped. “Your hand.” 

He laughed, pulling his hand out of her hold. “It’s nothing.” 

She raised an eyebrow, looking rather upset at him. That wasn’t a look he thought she possessed enough attitude in her body for. Maybe he didn’t know her as well as he thought. “Harry…” She pulled up her sleeve, the back of her hand holding a matching scar. “You get used to it after a while.” 

“She did it to you too?” He scoffed. “What did your parents say? That’s-” 

“My parents suggested it. Thought it would teach me a lesson.” She laughed, smirking. “Little do they know, the only lesson it taught me is to never trust them again.” Harry grinned, and she shoved him lightly. “Why are you smiling?” 

“You’re just-” He laughed. “Not what I expected.” 

She laughed back. “Well, if it’s any consolation, neither are you.” 

Harry did not want to be here. He’d made that abundantly clear to Hermione, who simply ignored him. Ron laughed at his best friend, who was practically dragging his feet to the meeting. “Bloody hell, mate. It’s only a meeting. You’re acting like we’re marching you to your death.” 

Hermione glared. “Poor choice of words, Ronald.” Rubbing her hands together, she walked into the old building. “We’re here.” 

Harry whispered to Ron. “Where exactly are we?”

“No idea, mate.” 

Harry groaned. “Who’s supposed to be meeting us then?” 

“Just a couple of people.” 

They stumbled up the stairs, and Harry fought the murderous glare toward Hermione. There were definitely more than thirty people, not a few. The boys sat down, but Hermione stayed standing. “You all know why we’re here. We need a teacher. A proper teacher. One who’s had real experience defending themselves against the Dark Arts.” 

“Why?” 

Harry looked through the crowd, glaring at the boy who spoke. Ron scoffed. “Why? Because You Know Who’s back, you tosspot.” 

“So he says.” 

“So Dumbledore says.” 

“So Dumbledore says because he says. The point is, where’s the proof?” 

“If Potter could tell us more about how Diggory got killed-” 

Harry pushed out of his chair. “I’m not going to talk about Cedric, so if that’s why you’re here, you might as well clear out now.” He whispered in Hermione’s ear. “Come on, Hermione, they’re just here because they think I’m some sort of freak…” 

“Is it true you can produce a Patronus charm?” Harry looked over, his eyes widening when he made direct contact with hers. She was here, standing beside Cho and Luna. 

Hermione nodded. “Yes. I’ve seen it.” 

“Blimey Harry. I didn’t know you could do that.” Dean looked amazed. 

“And he killed a basilisk with the sword in Dumbledore’s office.” 

“Third year, he fought about a hundred Dementors at once.” 

“And last year, he really did fight You Know Who.” 

“Wait.” This was all so overwhelming, and now that he could feel Y/N’s eyes staring into him, he felt like he was burning. “Look, it all sounds great when you say it like that, but the truth is, most of that was just luck. I didn’t know what I was doing half the time; I nearly always had help…” 

“He’s just being modest.” 

“No, Hermione, I’m not. Facing this stuff in real life is not like school. In school, if you make a mistake, you can just try again tomorrow. But out there, when you’re a second away from being murdered or watching a friend die right before your eyes, you don’t know what that’s like.”

“You’re right,” Y/N spoke, the room turning to face her. Murmurs echoed through the room; what was she doing here? “And I know that none of us want to know, but it’s inevitable.” She smiled softly at Harry. “So teach us. Because Voldemort is coming, and it’s only a matter of time until we have to fight, too.” 

Harry nodded, truly smiling for the first time that day. “Exactly.” 

The room lined up, signing the parchment of paper Hermione had brought as a sort of roster. When Y/N had gotten to the front, he’d straightened his posture, smiling widely. “Rosier. Good to see you.” 

She smiled back. “Wouldn’t miss it.” She sighed her name, waving. “See you, Harry.” 

Ron squinted his eyes, staring at his best friend curiously. “What is a Slytherin doing here?” 

Harry shrugged. “Dunno. Probably heard about it from Cho and Luna.” 

Ron scoffed. “How do you know they’re friends?” 

“Because I-” He panicked. “Cedric told me they had a Slytherin friend.” 

Ron nodded but was unconvinced. Harry felt horrible for not saying what he truly felt; he’d had a crush on Y/N for a while, not Cho, contrary to popular belief. 

Harry had lost his breath when he saw her walk in beside Cho. She didn’t look any different than normal, he supposed, but her smile was bright, and she looked happy. He walked over. “Rosier.” 

Y/N turned toward him, blushing. “Harry, you can call me by my name.” 

He grinned. “I’ll try. No promises, though.” He clapped his hands together, surprised at how clammy they felt. “Excited for the first meeting?” 

“Very. I love DADA. Especially the days that we practice. And this is practically that so…” She smiled. “I’m very excited.” 

Ron called out, ushering Harry over. The boy sighed. “I have to-” 

She nodded. “Go. I’ll be here.” 

He practically raced through his welcome speech, jittering about knowing Y/N was watching him. The DA formed a single line, Neville going first in their disarming exercise. He was nervous, and so was Harry, but he suspected for two completely different reasons. Neville held up his wand, waving it carelessly. “Expelliarmus!” 

Somehow, his wand flew backward, flying through the line as people ducked out of the way. Harry tried not to laugh, but when he spotted her giggling, a grin broke. He put his hand on Neville’s shoulder sympathetically. “Next time.” 

Y/N was next, smiling shyly at him. “Harry.” 

He nudged her. “Do you know how to cast a disarming spell?” 

She nodded. “Of course I do.” 

He smiled wider, stepping back. “Whenever you’re ready.” 

She flicked her wrist quickly, her voice firm. “Expelliarmus.” The ‘death eater’s’ wand vanished like dust, the dummy swaying back and forth. She nodded, satisfied with her work. Harry clapped lightly. “Perfect. That was perfect.” 

What he’d actually wanted to say was, ‘You’re perfect.’

“Stunning is one of the most useful spells in your arsenal. It’s sort of a wizard’s bread and butter, really.” Harry stopped at the opposite end of the room, facing his opponent. Y/N smiled reassuringly at Nigel; he looked frightened. 

She understood. She would be, too, if she were facing the Boy Who Lived. 

Harry clapped his hands. “Come on, Nigel, give me your best shot.” 

Nigel tightened the grip on his wand. “Stupefy!” 

Harry flew back, hitting the wall, but funnily enough, so did Nigel. Y/N slapped a hand over her mouth. “Good.” Harry gasped. “Not bad at all, Nigel; well done.” He stood up, looking at the crowd. “Perhaps that’s enough stunning for today.” He smiled. “Anyone fancy a duel?” Y/N stepped forward, smirking. Harry’s smile grew. “Rosier.”

“Potter.” She gripped her wand, standing on the opposite side. “Ready?” 

He nodded, eyes full of determination. “Are you?” 

“Impedimenta!” 

Harry couldn’t even get a word out, moving at a sloth's pace. She smirked, sending one more spell his way for good measure. “Depulso!” He flew back, the room gasping. Her spells quickly faded, and she walked over, smiling shyly once more. “I’m sorry, was that too much-” 

Harry had never been more in love with her than in that moment. He shook his head, scrambling to his feet and addressing the crowd. “Take notes, everyone. Rosier here gave you all a perfect example of how to best an enemy.” He gestured to her, clapping. “Fantastic work, Y/N.” 

She blushed, shaking her head. “Please, it was nothing.” 

Y/N watched in horror as Draco started chanting. Ron wasn’t Y/N’s friend by any means, but he was kind enough, and Draco publicly embarrassing him would not end well. She marched over, hissing at the bright blonde. “Stop that this instant.” 

Draco’s eyebrow rose. “And what will you do about it, Rosier?” 

“You-” She crossed her arms. “How would you like it if Gryffindor started chanting about how your dear daddy is a death eater?” 

Draco’s eyes widened, but he continued. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

She stalked away, standing back with Luna. “I can’t believe you actually wore it, Lu.” Her friend was wearing a giant lion’s head made of paper mache. Y/N was very sure the students behind her were less than happy with the obstruction to their view. 

Luna smiled. “Interesting you’re standing in Gryffindor’s section, Y/N/N.” She raised an eyebrow. “How is Harry?” 

“He’s fine, we actually-” Y/N stopped, glaring at her friend. “Why do you ask?” 

Luna smirked but said nothing. “No reason. Curiosity, I suppose.” 

The game wasn’t fair, and when it ended, Y/N felt the tension in the air. She raced to the field, panting from how fast she ran. “Harry!” She called out. He turned around hesitantly, practically glowing from anger. Her stomach flipped, even if he was angry, he still looked gorgeous. Walking closer, she smiled brightly. “You did wonderfully. You’re an amazing seeker.” 

He blushed, still visibly upset from Slytherin’s actions. “Thanks.” He opened his mouth and then closed it. 

Y/N smiled. “I’m sorry about Draco. He’s obnoxious.” 

Harry scoffed. “That is one word to describe him.”

“Harry, I wanted to say-” 

“Well, well, well.” Y/N rolled her eyes, turning around to face Draco. “I heard you were a blood traitor, Rosier, but I never thought it was true.” 

She crossed her arms, standing beside Harry. “Sorry to disappoint.” 

Draco hissed. “Stooping down to the likes of Potter, I can tolerate. But Weasley?” He smirked. “You know, he was raised in a bin.” He looked at Harry. “Did you like that lyric Potter?” 

Harry didn’t respond, grabbing Y/N’s hand and pulling her towards the team. She blushed but didn’t fight it; it felt nice, knowing that he wanted her beside him. Draco continued. “We wanted to write another couple of verses!" Malfoy called as Alicia hugged Harry tightly. "But we couldn't find rhymes for fat and ugly--we wanted to sing about his mother. And we couldn’t fit useless loser either, for their father.” 

Y/N clenched her fist, tapping her foot impatiently. Harry smiled; it was endearing to see how upset she was for them. He whispered, rubbing the back of her hand lightly. “Just leave it.” 

Draco continued once more. “You like the Weasley’s, don’t you, Potter? Spend the holidays there and everything, don't you? Can't see how you stand the stink, but I supposed when you've been dragged up by Muggles, even the Weasley's hovel smells okay-” 

Harry let go of Y/N’s hand, grabbing George. The lot of them were seething, and Y/N understood, not far from it herself. “Or perhaps," Draco said, leering as he backed away, "you can remember what your mother's house stank like, Potter. And Weasley's pigsty reminds you of it-” 

Y/N snapped, glaring. “Draco, stop this right-” 

Harry and George charged at the Slytherin, and she gasped, slapping a hand over her mouth in shock. Good on them, she thought. It serves him right, talking like that about their family. And as much as she loved that Draco was finally getting what he deserved, she couldn’t watch as they got in trouble. “Stop! Harry, stop!” Alicia, Katie, and Angelina were still holding Fred back, and Hermione, Y/N assumed, was off comforting Ron. 

Madam Hooch practically glided over. “Impedimentia!” She placed her hands on her hips, appalled at the sight before her. “Never have I seen such a disgrace. Go to your Head of House immediately!” 

Y/N followed after Harry, casting healing spells over the cuts he acquired while walking. “Harry, I’m so sorry. He shouldn’t have said that.” 

He glared at the ground, humming at her touch. “S’fine. Just-” He scoffed. “Thanks for-”

She shook her head, placing a daring hand on his cheek. “You don’t need to thank me for anything. Just take it easy; we don’t need you in any more trouble.” She smiled, whispering. “I don’t need you in any more trouble. You’re too important.” 

He rolled his eyes. “Thank you for the reminder. It’s not as if I hear it everyday.” 

“Harry…” Y/N blushed, murmuring. “I wasn’t talking about that. I meant…” She sighed, stepping away. “Never mind.” 

He grabbed her hand, pulling her back. “Say it.” 

She smiled. “Harry…” 

“Y/N…” He looked desperate, and it broke her resolve instantly.

“You know that I care about you, and you’re-” She hesitated. “You’re important to me.” 

Harry stood by the mirror, staring at all the newspaper clippings that hung on its borders. So many people lost, so many people still lost, but all he could think about was Y/N. You know that  I care about you. He’d been thinking about it ever since she’d said it, his mind constantly on her. What was she doing? What class was she in, and what hairdo had she done?  

Those were all fine thoughts, but not so much when you had a secret class to teach. They’d just had their last term lesson, and Harry felt relieved. He felt terrible thinking it, but he did. A cough broke through the silence, tearing him from his thoughts. “Harry? Are you alright?” 

He didn’t turn around but nodded. “Fine.” 

She smiled, stepping beside him and staring into the mirror. “You look worried.” 

“Really?” He turned toward her, a surge of confidence racing through his veins. “Odd, I don’t feel worried.” 

She rolled her eyes, shoving him lightly. “Confident today, I see.” Y/N blushed, whispering. “I like it.” 

“Yeah?” He stepped closer. “I like you.” 

Her eyes widened, and she scoffed in shock. “Harry!” 

“I’m sorry.” He grinned. “I’ve been trying to deny it, but- I can’t.” He leaned down. “I like you. A lot.” 

Her eyes watered, and she shook her head. “Harry, I don’t deserve-” 

“Yes, you do.” He grinned, panicking that she wasn’t completely on board already. “Unless you don’t like me?” He backed away, bright red and staring at the ground. “I’m sorry, I thought-” 

Her lips pressed against his quickly. “I do like you. I just-” She backed away. “I can’t.” 

Break had been a nice reprise from Hogwarts. Even if it meant not seeing Y/N every day, he thought about what she said over and over and over. It was becoming habit now to think about what she said constantly. I do like you. I just can’t. What did she mean by that? 

Harry stared out the window once more, gripping a cider in his cold hands. 

“May I assume that she is on your mind again?” Sirius laughed, sitting beside his godson. “What’s happened now?” 

“She kissed me.” He looked helpless, and Sirius couldn’t help but laugh again. “And then she told me that she liked me-” 

“Well, that’s great-” 

“But she couldn’t.” Harry leaned his head back against the chair. “What does that mean?” 

Sirius was at a crossroads. Assuming the worst, that meant she was in danger, and assuming the best, she felt like she wasn’t good enough for Harry or something of that nature. “What could possibly be the problem?” Harry didn’t answer, refusing to look his godfather in the eye. That had scared Sirus. Had Harry fallen for someone he shouldn’t have? “Harry?” 

“She-” Harry didn’t want to tell Sirius. At least, not like this. Sirius was known for hating Slytherins. What would he say when his godson told him he liked one? “I-” 

“Harry, I support you, no matter what.” His godfather smiled. “Nothing you could say could upset me.” 

That made Harry feel reassured enough to form the words. “Don’t be mad.” 

“I won't?” Sirius felt nervous. 

“She- She’s in Slytherin.” 

Ah. Sirius felt conflicted, smiling awkwardly. “Well, that doesn’t mean anything. Not all Slytherins are bad. I’m sure she’s-” 

“She’s a Rosier.” 

“What?” Sirius whispered. The Rosiers were known for their extremely dark nature and affinity for He Who Must Not Be Named. “It wouldn’t be Y/N Rosier?” 

Harry faltered. “Why?” 

“Harry, the Rosier’s are not to be trusted.” 

“She’s not like-” 

“NO!” Sirius hadn’t realized how upset he’d become. “Harry, listen to me-” 

Harry stood up, shocked at how quickly Sirius had turned. “You don’t know her. She’s kind and-” 

“So was Evan Rosier.” Sirius fought. “Her father. He was my brother’s best friend, and he-” His voice broke. “Is the reason Regulus is dead.” 

“Sirius, you don’t-” 

“Harry.” His godfather’s eyes were dark. “Don’t fight me on this.” 

Who was Sirius to tell him what to do? Y/N was nothing like her family, and, at least to Harry, practically was doing the same thing that Sirus had done nearly 20 years ago. “Sirius, she doesn’t get along with her family. She got-” 

“Harry! Leave it alone!” Sirius was glowering with anger. He huffed, stalking off into his study, leaving Harry deeper in his thoughts than Sirius had found him.

His argument with Sirius had put him in an even worse mood than normal, stalking about the castle with an invisible storm cloud over his head. He was a hypocrite, Harry had decided. If he had just heard him out, surely Sirius would understand. He entered the library, pulling out a crumbled piece of paper and started drafting a letter.

Key word started, because about two words in, he heard sniffling, and he became distracted. He walked into the aisle, surprised to see Y/N openly sobbing. “Y/N?” She seemed startled, and tried to wipe the tears off her face, but Harry was quick. He stood in front of her, wiping of her tears gently. “What’s happened?” 

“It’s nothing.” She smiled. “How was your break?” 

“Y/N, don’t lie to me.” He laughed to ease the tension. “Not many people cry in the library.” 

She scoffed, staring at her hands. “I beg to differ. Many a panicked student cry while staring at their homework.” 

“Y/N…” He sighed. “You can tell me.” 

“I-” She sobbed again, trying to fight it. “My parents threatened to kick me out.” 

His eyes widened. “What? Why?” 

“I-” She whispered. “I can’t tell you.” It’s like she had practiced it her whole life, because in seconds, her entire demeanor changed from sad to calm and collected. She stood straight, and walked away from him without a second thought. 

Harry was thoroughly confused. Running back to grab his things, he pulled the map out and followed after her. She looked over her shoulder, shock evident on her face. She turned back around picking up her pace. He groaned, running to catch up. “Y/N, wait!” 

She whipped around, running into him. “Leave it alone Harry!” 

Leave it alone. 

He now knew that was his least favorite phrase of all time. He shook his head. “No.” He grabbed her hand, pulling her down the hall. “Come on.” 

She rose an eyebrow, but didn’t fight him, following after. “What are you doing? Going to kill me?” 

He rolled his eyes, not looking back. “I need you to trust me.” 

She blushed, murmuring. “I’ve trusted you for a while, Harry.” 

The wall in front of them changed, her eyes widening. “What-” 

“The Room of Requirement.” He smirked. “You should know this, Ms. Top of our Class.” 

It was her turn to roll her eyes. “I’m not-” 

“Top of the class. I know.” He sat her down on the couch, sitting beside her. “But you practically are.” Holding her hands in his, he whispered. “Tell me what happened.” 

“You know my parents are…” She sighed. “Avid supporters of Voldemort.” Harry nodded. “Well, now they want me to also become an avid supporter of Voldemort.” His eyes widened. 

“You said no, right?” 

She glared lightly. “Of course I said no. To which they responded, you will do this, or you will not have a home to come back to.” Her eyes started tearing up again, and she fell into his arms. “What am I going to do?” 

He pulled her close, sighing. “I don’t know Y/N. But I’ll figure it out. I swear.” He kissed her temple, whispering. “I swear.” 

He knew she hadn’t told them, he just knew. Harry swore to everyone who told him, Y/N would never tell Umbridge a thing. She had to scars to prove it. Everyone that had once been in Dumbledore’s Army had practically ostrasized her, with the exception of Harry himself. Hermione and Ron were quiet about the subject, but Harry knew what they thought.

For the first time in his life, he hadn’t cared. Y/N was kind and loyal, she wouldn’t have betrayed them like that. She wouldn’t have betrayed him like that. Besides, it wasn’t Y/N that Filch was holding when the walls had been blown in, it had been Cho. 

Yet everyone immediately blamed Y/N. Simply because of her house.

He rolled his eyes, glaring at the fire. Ron laughed, nudging him lightly. “What did the fire ever do to you?” 

He glared at Ron. “You think Y/N told, don’t you?” 

“Harry-” 

Hermione stayed quiet, which came as odd to him. “Have anything to say, Hermione?” 

She sighed. “Harry, you have to understand… she’s in-” 

“Slytherin, I know. Merlin himself was in Slytherin.” He scoffed. “I don’t hear the entirety of the Wizarding World shaming him.” 

“It’s different.” Ron mumbled. 

Harry whipped his head around. “No!” He stood up, glaring at his friends. “She would have never done something like this. You don’t know her like-” He took a deep breath, realizing the other lingering students were staring. “You don’t know her like that.” 

Hermione was beet red. “She didn’t do it.” 

Harry tilted his head. “What did you just say?”

“I know she didn’t do it. I- I charmed the parchment to expose any traitors.” She was now whispering, staring at her hands. “The only person that ‘betrayed’ us was Marietta Edgecombe.” 

He was now fuming. “You knew? You knew and said nothing?” 

Ron was standing in between the two. “Now wait just a minute-” 

“NO! She defended you, she defended all of us, and you just leave her to the wolves?” He felt livid. “What sort of people are you?” 

Hermione sighed. “Harry-” 

He was already gone, the portrait slamming against the wall. 

Ron and Hermione had apoligized to Y/N, and Harry, for behaving horribly. Harry had felt a sense of protectiveness over Y/N that he hadn’t felt since becoming friends with Ron and Hermione. 

Sure, school had been horrible, but at least he had had her and his friends. And Sirius. 

Not anymore though, he thought bitterly. Because Sirius was dead.

He was going through Sirius’s belonging in Grimmauld Place when he spotted a letter, addressed to Prongs Jr. Harry had rolled his eyes. He ripped the letter open, eyes watering at it’s contents. 

Harry,

After writing Dumbledore multiple letters, I found that you were correct, Y/N Rosier does not get along with her family. From his accounts, she is like you said, kind, caring, and smart. You’re a lucky man.

I feel horribly about our fight. You’ve always seen the good in people, and are rather optimistic for such a melancholy boy. You’re parents would have been proud. 

I’ve told you this many times, but I feel trapped in my own home. I know Uncle Alphard meant well by keeping me heir, but I swear if I ever see him again, I’ll give him a peice of my mind. 

I meant what I said before you left, we’ve all have light and dark inside of us. Thankfully, Y/N has chosen to hold onto the light. Her family cannot say the same. I should never had judged her so harshly, and for that, I apoligize. To both of you. I understand all too well what it is like to have a wicked family. Hopefully you forgive me, and bring her around the old prison soon. 

You are a good person, Harry. Never forget that.

Your Godfather, 

Sirius Bla-

The words on his last name were scribbled, and Harry could only assume his godfather had been writing this answer when Remus told him what was happening at the Ministry. A single tear fell down his cheek, and he angrily wiped it away. “Harry?” He turned around, smiling at his girlfriend. “Oh Harry, it’s alright.” Y/N knelt beside him, huggin him tightly. “He’s still with you. You know that.” 

Harry laughed, nodding. “He wrote a letter to me. The day he died.” 

She smiled. “That’s wonderful.” 

“He talked about you.” 

Her cheeks flushed. “Oh.” 

Harry smiled, kissing her cheek gently. “I love you.” 

“Harry!” She scoffed, shoving him away and standing up. “What have I said about-” 

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” She glared. “Now, will you please help me move my things in here? I feel bad enough that Dumbledore himself is letting me stay in a house that isn’t even mine.” 

Harry rolled his eyes, stood up, and followed after her. “Sirius would have wanted you to stay here, trust me.” He smirked. Besides, this is technically my house."

Y/N laughed. “Sirius didn’t even know me.” 

“He did,” Harry teased. “In a way.” 

Y/N sighed, turning around and hugging Harry quickly. “He was a great person Harry.” 

“He was.” He agreed, looking deep into her eyes. “And you are too.” 

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Coming out is so much harder the second time

Describe Character’s first kiss with the same gender

Describe Character(s) spending a day at a Pride parade

The team realizes that A&B were more than roommates

Penelope goes a little overboard on rainbow decorations at Characters’ wedding

Character's marriage mutually comes to an end when they come out... now what?

Character comes out at the same time they announce their new relationship to the team

Character A fears it’s too late for them to live authentically, and B assures them that’s not true

Character A gifts B something colored like their pride flag because “the colors reminded me of you”

Child realizes that not every kid has two moms/two dads and they have a lot of questions about it

Queer characters have a hard time deciding what their child should call them and come up with fun ideas

Character A goes to a LGBT bar with B as a wingperson (or maybe they want them, themselves?)

Anything else you can think of!

More prompts (transgender, assorted, dialogue) below!

Transgender Prompts 🏳️‍⚧️

Character A helps B get their first tailored dress/suit

Character A helps B shave and/or put on makeup

The couple is looking for gender neutral nicknames

Character A buys B specialty gender affirming lingerie

Character is casually referred to with an appropriately gendered nickname for the first time

Characters are renewing their vows and redoing their wedding photos following a coming out

Character A walks in on B wearing a new gender-affirming outfit and surprises them with an enthusiastic compliment

The team throws Character an impromptu first birthday party following their coming out (how did they get a banner so fast?!)

Character A buys B a gender affirming but stereotypical gift (sports jersey, neon pink purse, etc.) that they would otherwise hate (but find absolutely hilarious)

Specific Prompts 💝

[Bisexual] Character gets irritated when people reduce their sexuality to their current partner

[Bisexual] Character A is in a M/F relationship with B and worries that their queer identity will become invisible dating them

[Asexual] Characters explore different forms of non-sexual intimacy

[Asexual] Characters are both asexual but too nervous to tell one another. They awkwardly attempt to have sex but end up laughing at how ridiculous they feel.

Dialogue Prompts 💐

“Are they… flirting?” “Big time.”

“I got to fall in love with you twice.”

“To be seen is to be loved." "I see you.”

“Be gay, do crimes.” “Aren’t you a cop?”

“There is no heterosexual explanation for that.”

“Life is very different once you find your people.”

“Cardinals and hydrangeas can change. Why not you?”

“You're still the person I love. Nothing will change that.”

“We both wear pants. Makes it easier to kick your ass.”

“It’s never felt like this before. I've never felt like this before.”

“I guess it makes sense now why it never worked out with my exes.”

Am I allowed to look at her like that? Could it be wrong when she's just so nice to look at? ("She" by Dodie)

“You can kiss a hundred boys in bars, shoot another shot, try to stop the feeling ... Well, good luck, babe. You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling.” ("Good Luck, Babe!" by Chappell Roan)

Rules ❤️🧡💚💙💜🖤🤎

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Tag me in the fic, or send the link to me in a Direct Message. It can be already written, or you can write it for the challenge - I’m collecting both! You can also tag it “#mentioningmargins” which is a tag I track.

The fic can be any genre, but ONLY send me smut if your bio states you are 18+. I DO NOT WANT smut written by minors. Ever. At all. I will check.Platonic ships and pure, fluffy fics are 100% allowed.

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Have fun!

🌈Happy writing! 🏳️‍⚧️

[peachhcs]

STOPPP I LOVED THAT SM I NEED MORE MUNDANE MOMENTS BETWEEN SAMY AND WILL

could be read as a part 2 to this fic or a stand alone! i love the mundane moments so some more as requested :))

au masterlist

hannah was out for the night spending the most recent win with her teammates, so samy and will had the apartment all to themselves. the couple went out to the nearest grocery store and stocked up with all the ingredients they needed to make dinner and desert.

not that either of them were great cooks, it was something the two loved doing over the summer where they’d just make something, have casual conversation, maybe makeout in between, and watch whatever hockey game was on from the tv.

samy dumped the things they bought onto the counter while will searched the channels for a game. they were both really craving lasagna, so samy was going to try and copy her mom’s recipe that they both really loved.

“we can watch quinn’s game?” will called from the living room.

“that’s fine,” samy agreed while finding all of the dishes they would need. the sounds of the hockey game started filling her ears while will trailed back to the kitchen to help.

“where do you want me to start?” he asked since samy was taking charge and had the recipe.

“why don’t you start getting the meat sauce together,” the brunette suggested, mostly because she hated dealing with raw meat and will knew better than she did with that. he chuckled.

“fine by me,” he washed his hands.

“so what are your plans next week? aren’t you and mack going to arizona?” samy wondered while she started boiling the water for the noodles.

“yeah, we’re gonna go golfing i think. should be fun,” will grinned and the girl chuckled. she had no idea what it was with boys and their love of golf as their side sport/off season sport.

“sounds fun. tell mack i said hi. i wish i got to see him more besides in boston a few days ago.”

“i will. him and blaire have been hanging out for a few days i think since he flew back,” the blonde explained and samy nodded.

“aww, i miss blaire too. we need to get together again. this summer definitely. i hope they know they’re invited to the lake house,” the soccer player beamed thinking about summer in just a few months. warm days, no homework to worry about, she could lay in bed the whole day if she wanted to. it was all so perfect.

“oh, they know. don’t worry. mack’s been yapping my ear off about it and it being his first official summer with everyone,” the two shared a laugh.

“i’m really glad you have someone like him in san jose with you. you guys are like two peas in a pod,” samy smiled at that thought and so did will.

“yeah, i know. all i’ve seen is people calling us willmack as our “ship” name.”

“those are hilarious. i get a good giggle out of it every time,” it was all over her feed about how close will and mack were and honestly, the brunette found it super endearing. it was always a true friendship when the friends had dating allegations as jokes from their friends/fans.

“i’m glad you think it’s funny. sometimes i worry they’re being too much and will start being mean to you or something,” will said semi-seriously. the couple exchanged a glance and the youngest hughes shook her head.

“i know it’s all jokes and even if they do start being mean, you know that stuff never bothers me. i have thick skin,” she kissed her boyfriend’s cheek.

“i know you do, but i still worry. you know me,” will flushed but samy found it cute.

“you’re cute. if it does ever bother me, i will tell you, so don’t worry,” she ruffled his curls earning a small shove back.

the couple worked in silence for a few minutes as will finalized all of the ingredients for the meat sauce and samy got started on the cheese mixture after she put the noodles in. they listened to the hockey game in the background—the announcers giving everyone watching a run down on the plays and who was scoring.

“hughes is running down the ice with the puck, he could make a goal!” the announcer grabbed samy’s attention and she ran to the tv to see what was happening.

will was at her side a moment later as they watched the oldest brother weave between toronto’s players towards the goal. samy held her breath, her eyes quickly following the puck and quinn’s stick.

“come on, quinn,” she mumbled.

the older boy slid around the goalie to plant the puck right into the back of the net. samy jumped up in excitement as the score turned to 3-2.

“hell yeah,” will cheered.

they went back to check on the food after watching the replay.

“sometimes i imagine what life would’ve been like had our parents not been best friends before us,” samy hummed as she turned the water down and fishies the cheese mix.

“you love wondering the what ifs about life, don’t you?” will teased the girl a little making her roll her eyes at him.

“i’m just saying.”

“you definitely would’ve thirsted over me. i would’ve done the same to you,” the blonde chuckled and that earned a slap on the arm.

“will.”

“come on, i’m not wrong am i? if everything in our lives were the same except us not being childhood friends, we would’ve still known about one another. i definitely would’ve sought you out still,” will cheesed and he did have a small point. the two would’ve definitely probably had crushes on each other still.

“what if i went after gabe instead?” samy snickered. will gave her a look and the girl just shrugged.

“would you have for real?”

“i mean i don’t know because we never lived that timeline, but i love you and i couldn’t imagine myself with anyone but you,” she reassured, kissing his cheek.

they finished up the pasta, sauce, and cheese mix. now it was time to put it all together in the big dish to bake for about 45 minutes. a lot of giggles left their lips as samy and will went back and forth laying each layer down. will did the sauce while samy laid the noodles and spread the cheese.

“you’re doing it wrong,” the girl mumbled as she watched will spread the sauce around.

“i am not, stop,” he rolled his eyes.

“yes, you are! you’re doing globs instead of spreading it out. look!” she pointed to big piles of meet and just grabbed the spoon from him to do it herself.

“whatever,” he mumbled.

samy was a perfectionist when it came to this stuff. will should’ve just let her have at it in the first place instead of doing part of it for her. “there. see? it looks better,” she handed him the spoon back.

“i guess so,” will was also a guy and he didn’t really see the value in making it look nice sometimes. it was times like these that his hockey player showed.

they finished the last two layers by the time the oven beeped meaning it was ready to go in. samy slid the dish towards the middle and then turned up the timer.

“okay, we did it. perfect,” the girl grinned and the hockey player copied her smile.

“see? that wasn’t so hard. wanna start on the desert so we can just put it in when the food is done?” will asked and samy nodded.

they cleaned up some of the dirty dishes knowing they were about to dirty more making the brownies.

“i need to get my nails done again,” the brunette observed how chipped her nail polish looked and she just really wanted to get her nails done professionally.

“what color do you think?” will wondered as he scrubbed up the bowls and measuring cups.

“probably some sort of pink? something springy.”

“that would look pretty. are you allowed to have nails during the season?”

“like yeah. as long as it doesn’t get in the way of my performance it’s fine,” samy started measuring the mix for the brownies as will finished the rest of the dishes.

“okay, if you were to get traded, where would you wanna get traded to?” the youngest hughes came up with another random question for them to talk about.

“well, first of all, i hope i don’t get traded, but if it doesn’t happen..i don’t know. being back on the east coast would be nice,” will shrugged.

“well, obviously i hope you don’t. i know jack and luke would love to have you on their team. i could see you in red,” the boy flushed at her words.

“if i went to detroit, i’d be closer to you,” he flirted a bit, coming up behind her with damp hands still. she squirmed at the feeling of his wet hands against her dry skin.

“that would just be icing on the cake. it would still be kind of long distance though when you go on roadies.”

“yeah, but at least i’d still get to come back home to you,” will was so sappy when it came to her still. samy blushed.

“it’s gonna happen one day, don’t worry,” she pecked his cheek.

“not fast enough. my offer still stands about you moving out to california with me once you’re done here. you don’t even have to pay a dime,” the blonde hummed as he trailed into the living room to check on the game.

“tempting, but i still have to decline. i’m not living in your place for free,” the girl giggled, eyeing her boyfriend glancing at the tv.

“but would it even be like that because if it’s my apartment i’m already paying for…you just wouldn’t pay anything?..” will cheesed and samy just shook her head. he’d been on this for almost a year now.

“quinn’s up 4-2 now. i think they’re gonna win,” will informed.

“oh good. i’m glad. i know he’s been stressing lately about how the team’s been playing,” samy hummed.

once the soccer player finished mixing up the brownie mix, she began pouring it into a smaller pan so it was ready to go into the oven when the lasagna was done. will came back over to help with the last dishes and now they were finally ready to eat once it was all ready. samy collapsed onto the couch for now to take a much needed rest.

will was at her side a moment later to watch the last period of the game. the couple exchanged a glance with one another, smiling and thinking about how these kinds of nights could be their forever in the future and neither of them wanted it any other way.

[vhstown]

time out (part 1)

[boxer au] — 42!miles g morales x gn!reader

summary: Miles Morales makes boxing history. Your boyfriend isn't there to celebrate.

warnings: angst-ish, description of (boxing) injuries, self-destructive behaviours, briefly implied death, pov switch (yay), gtranslate spanish

word count: 3.9k

a/n: ive never written 42 miles before but he's a cool lil guy split into two parts cuz it was too long 😭 semi-edited (for the millionth time)

PART 2 → / THE AU

"Just six rounds in, Miles Morales knocks out the Vulture!"

Screams and cheers exploded from your phone as you laid in bed, watching the recap of your boyfriend's boxing match. Your eyes were straining from how close you were holding the screen to your face; this was probably the third time you’d watched Miles’ win. After training to hell and back, he’d made it to the national league with you and Aaron to support him. He did more than just “make it”, in fact. His “revolutionary” victory was plastered all over social media and the news. Everywhere you looked was: “17-YEAR-OLD NYC BOXER OVERTAKES LIGHTWEIGHT CHAMPION ‘VULTURE’ IN US NATIONALS”. Miles Morales — your boyfriend — had made boxing history.

The giddy grin on your face only grew wider as he came up again on screen, sporting the stoic expression he'd perfected over the last few months behind the overly-done editing and animations of the recap. As much as you'd wanted to go out and see him live (though begging your family to let you go to Vegas wasn’t exactly feasible), he'd made it clear he didn't want you, or anyone for that matter, in that arena. It was something about having "total focus" — and it must've worked, you thought, as you watched him give his post-fight interview.

“I jus’ hope you watchin’, cause I’m here. Miles Morales made it!”

Despite his boyish, adrenaline-fuelled shout at the mic, the quiet laugh you let out was one of pride rather than embarrassment. He had every right to celebrate, and you were watching, even if it wasn’t live. Everything he'd done up until this point was well worth it: the constant training, sparring, the late nights and early mornings — maybe even the countless unanswered texts and missed calls too. Miles had worked himself to the bone, and while it might've worried you at the time, it was nothing compared to the satisfaction you felt while watching him on screen. He knew what he was doing; Miles was semi-professional at this point. You had to let him do his own thing, even if that meant letting him go for a while.

Right now, though, Miles was home from Vegas. Tapping out of the video, you scrambled to your messages. The last ones were from you, sent weeks ago, a "good luck" and "i love you" read and without a response. Your fingers kept missing the keys, and you frowned at yourself until you finally were able to hit send.

CONGRATS BABY!!! Not delivered

IM SO PROUD OF YOU Not delivered

You tried resending them, only to be met with the same red message.

why arent my texts sending Not delivered

miles??? Not delivered

Not delivered? It'd almost been three days since the tournament; Miles always had his phone on.

"To leave a message, please press one—" The call went to voicemail for the third time. Your stomach swirled with something like uncertainty. It didn't even ring at all. Miles made it a habit to always be available, so why...?

Boxers needed time to recover, he was probably just tired and turned his phone off. Or he could be busy with an interview; Miles Morales was sort of a celebrity right now — who wouldn't want to talk to the 17-year-old boxing prodigy? You knew you wanted to, prodigy or not.

It was probably because you hadn’t seen Miles in so long, but possibilities kept forming in your head, disappearing just as fast. What if he blocked you? Or he could’ve changed his number. Were you over? No. Nope. No way. Not like this.

There was one other reason that made some sort of sense, but you decided to think against it. Miles had made it to the semi-finals in entire the National League. It was over; he'd gotten what he wanted. He was supposed to be resting right now.

Miles wasn't that stupid, right...?

You pulled up Rio's contact. It was better to be safe than sorry.

Riiiiiiing, riiiiiiing…

Better for him to be safe than sorry — or stupid.

"Hello?"

"Hola, tía, uh, could I speak to Miles?" You felt just a little crazy as you held the phone to your ear, but there was no harm in calling his mom.

"Ah, he's not home right now — said he was going out with his tío."

"Oh… Do you know where they went?"

"I'm not sure. Something important. About a... contract?"

"Contract…?" you muttered to yourself. “Okay… thank you.” It wasn't like you knew anything about a contract, though it wasn't like Miles would tell you anyway. At least he was safe, and with Aaron. It was probably important, official — something that didn't involve you. Not a lot of things in Miles’ life involved you, it seemed.

"How have you been?” Rio's voice interrupted your thoughts. You had called her out of nowhere, and after a while. "Have you eaten yet?"

"Oh, um..." The last time you'd talked to Rio was… right before Miles had left for Vegas. Well, you hadn't exactly talked. All you remember is just comforting her in silence. "Yeah, tía. Have you?"

"I have, but I've just been all over the place recently. So many reporters…" Rio's voice lifted up slightly in exasperation. You could only imagine what it was like for her. Your feelings suddenly felt a lot less significant, and you were back to your comforting mode all over again.

"I see. Must be exhausting." You attempted a polite laugh, which came out more like a sigh. If only you could be as patient as Rio…

"I'm so proud, though." Her voice warmed with a smile. If your chest ached with melancholy or empathy, you didn't know. "I didn't want him to leave home so soon. I still think this whole… professional thing is a bit too much, but… I want to trust him also."

"I'm sure he'll be fine, tía. If he's in the nationals already, he's probably getting a lot of support." It was more like you were trying to convince yourself. "I'm sure he has great coaches... and he's got me and Aar— uh, his uncle, too."

"I know…" For a moment, you weren't sure if either of you had anymore to say.

"…If not, I'll have to go there myself and give them a piece of my mind, eh?" she continued. You weren’t sure if it was a joke, but a smile formed on your lips anyway.

"Yeah…" A quiet laugh leaving your mouth at the image of Rio cussing out Miles' poor manager, in two languages no less. No wonder he was such a good boxer — Rio must have passed down her fighting spirit. "Maybe you'd even get signed,” you joked, the image of that even more amusing (and a scary possibility.)

Rio let out her own laugh, and your smile only grew; talking to her always made you feel better. "Me? Boxing? Nunca (Never.) — I'll work in that hospital until the end of me."

There was another stretch of silence. You thinned out a sigh, trying not to let the smile leave your face, even if she wasn’t there to see it.

"Come over for dinner tomorrow. I'll tell Miles to come and get you."

"Sure, tía, I'd love to." He probably just needed a break. Not from you specifically, but in general.

"You know tú y Miles sois mi vida, ¿bien?" (you and Miles are my life, right?) It wasn’t often Rio said that, but you always remembered every time she did, and how it made you feel — like you were family. Rio was pretty much a second mother to you. It made you wonder what Miles' father would've been like.

"Well, it's getting late, and I have a lot of laundry to fold." Rio's tone had a fake sort of enthusiasm — tiredness? You couldn’t really tell with her; the woman was always upbeat. "Take care of yourself, okay?"

"I will." It was late, you realised, and the sky outside your window was a lot darker than it had been before. "You too, tía."

“Descansa, ¿sí?” (Get some rest, yes?)

“Sí, tía.”

The call ended, and you were left facing your messages, a bittersweet feeling hugging you from behind. Right now, Miles was out with Aaron, about some contract, probably to do with boxing…

But why weren't your texts going through?

miles are you ok? Not delivered

im really proud of you Not delivered

i wish i couldve seen you live Not delivered

It wasn’t like there was much point, but…

i love you Not delivered

Maybe it was just out of habit; maybe you just missed him. Your reflection frowned at you behind the messages, thumb hovering over the power button to shut your phone off, until your phone pinged with a notification — Aaron was texting you.

Hey man

Out of town

LMK if miles breaks in

You sat up immediately, fingers floating uselessly above the keys for a moment.

sure Read at 11:24PM

are you out of town already? Read at 11:25PM

Ping!

Yeah

@ Queens

Miles was with Aaron about some “contract”... and Aaron was in Queens?

You knew Miles hadn't blocked you, or turned his phone off — he had no signal. And there was only one place in Brooklyn you could think of that had no reception, and that MIles had any reason to be in. It was also the one place you didn't want him to go to: that damn warehouse.

The place he’d spent training all those weeks — what reason did he have to be there right after finishing the tournament? Putting on your jacket, blinking back the sleepiness and collecting the fleeting remains of patience you had left, you could only hope that Miles had even a shred of common sense with him.

THWACK! THWACK! THWA— Crack!

"Mierda..." (Shit...) Miles hissed, drawing his glove away from the punching bag. His hand was paralysed for a moment, a deep, gnawing pang running through his fingers down to the rest of his arm. The tight gloves only suffocated him more, doing nothing to ease the pain as he gritted his teeth and waited for it to dull down.

Why was he even here? It was over — that Norman bastard had blown him off hours ago. It felt like a couple minutes, the words still fresh in his mind. Searing pain shot through his hand when he tried to flex his fingers, the rest of his muscles starting to ache too. This was going to hurt after the adrenaline wore off. Damn it, Morales.

The walls flashed white all of a sudden, a faint rumble of thunder interrupting the pounding of his heartbeat as he tried to straighten himself out. It was quiet, except for the sounds of the incoming storm. The playlist he was listening to had finished ages ago — your playlist. If he didn’t want to think about you, he wasn’t doing a good job of it.

Rain blasted quietly against the windows, and Miles’ eyes stung with dryness as he squeezed them shut. There was no way he'd be able to go back now, not to you, definitely not to his mom. She'd probably go on and on about how he should've taken his jacket, how he ruined his hair in the rain again, maybe how he wasted his damn time being a boxer...

It was probably fair; his mom had enough on her plate trying to support them both — especially him right now. She’d done everything in her power to make sure he got to Vegas, and he’d just left her alone again right after. But how was he meant to face her now? He was supposed to make her proud, make his dad proud, but it wasn’t like he had any pride left after he’d lost his contract. The Green Goblin had probably set the record for fastest knockout when Miles lost to him. Of course just the semi-finals weren’t enough; Norman Osborn was the big shot of boxing, and if Miles lost to some rookie in just about 15 seconds, then maybe he wasn’t worth the investment.

It didn’t make sense — nothing about The Green Goblin (or “Harry”, whatever they liked to gossip about) made sense. He’d just debuted, but didn’t even look like a boxer; he didn’t stand right, his style was inconsistent, his head movement was all over the place, but his punch had almost knocked Miles’ brain straight out of his skull. It was almost superhuman. Even with no openings, the freak of nature had forced his way through like an animal. And he was scrawny, not nearly as built as Miles at least, like he should’ve been in the weight class down. Either way, the asshole was being celebrated, and Miles was out of a contract.

And Miles had just stood there, while Norman berated him and tore Miles’ dream apart right in front of his very eyes. Maybe he’d hoped too much as an “amateur” boxer. That’s all he was, apparently — no matter how hard he worked, or what he achieved, or what he promised.

“Why should I keep you? The Vulture was destined to lose at his age.”

“Even rigged matches wouldn’t get you anywhere.”

“I mean, you’re as good at fighting as one of those street kids.”

“That’s all you were before I decided to give you a chance, no?”

The image of the Norman’s uncanny, sneering face sent his good fist reeling towards the punching bag. Should’ve pummelled his pelirojo (redhead) ass to the ground—

"Miles!"

The glove crumpled mid-air against the bag, arm going rigid. It was silent as he let out a breath through his teeth — he wasn’t hearing things, was he?

The rush was starting wearing off, his mind starting to cloud and pain faintly radiating again from his other hand. His good fist tightened inside the glove, pushed against the bag which was still and awkwardly tilted.

You’re losing focus, just punch the damn thing—

"Miles, what the hell are you doing here?"

The noise of the door shutting made him turn around, floor squeaking under his stumbling feet. It was you by the door, breathing just as heavily as him and dripping head to toe with rain, in a jacket that was way too thin for any sort of weather.

Dios... (God...) He knew he couldn’t be hallucinating that disapproving look on your face.

Rain was pattering gently against the glass as he pulled his arm away away from the bag, letting it swing in front of him before his eyes met yours.

"It's midnight, what are you..." A sharp intake of breath interrupted your words — a shiver.

"What’re you doin’ here...?" Miles asked instead through a grimace. His voice came out wrong — hoarse. Cold sweat was clinging to his skin, and his throat was dry and tightening. A mess — that’s what you were talking to right now, barely your boyfriend. All he could do was stare as the rush died down and his senses were coming back to him. The fog in his mind made it hard to speak, even harder to look at you.

"My texts and calls weren't going through— You weren't with Aaron or your mom, I just..." You sucked in another breath through your teeth; raindrops were glistening on your skin. He should’ve just stayed home, damn it. "Was just worried."

Well, he certainly looked worrying, even more so than you. Swallowing back his breathlessness wasn’t helping; it was like he’d ran a marathon with his fists. The pain from his knuckle was starting to bleed into the rest of his hand so much so that it might’ve been broken.

"'M good... You, though?" He let out a bit of a growl to clear his throat before deciding to cut straight to the chase: you’d come here in the middle of the night, in the rain, by yourself. As much as he was being an idiot right now, the amount of times he’d told you to not do any of those things, pleaded with you even, was making you look like the delirious one in his eyes. Miles was being stubborn, but he knew you were worse.

“You insane…?” he muttered, taking a step away from the bag. “Did Aaron tell you to come here or sumn’?"

"No, he was supposed to be with you," you shot back, eyes narrowing at him from under your hood before thunder bellowed from all around. The rain was growing into a loud static noise, and your voice was muffled as your expression grew more exasperated. "You came home 3 days ago and you didn't even text me. Yeah, I probably should've texted you, and I tried, but now you're here training alone again when your mom thinks you're with Aaron and—"

"You come here to scold me?" His jaw crunched a little as he tried to keep the annoyance out of his voice. Miles wasn’t trying to be mad at you — he was just mad in general. It just so happened to be in your direction right now.

“Huh? No, I came here because you scared the hell out of me — and Aaron told me to not let you break into his place.”

If it was supposed to be funny, the laugh he let out was anything but amused. At least Aaron wasn’t here for him to disappoint too, or get a weirdly-phrased life lesson from, or both. “Well I’m not breakin’ in, and I told you, I’m good, so I don’t get why you’re still here.”

You stepped a little closer, and Miles’ heels dug into the ground to keep himself from moving. “Isn’t it obvious? Or are you just being difficult on purpose?”

“Difficult?” he mirrored dryly, trying to push back the growing exhaustion clouding his head.

“Can you not just take a break for once? It’s over, Miles; you already won—”

“I didn’t win.” The walls echoed with his voice, words having escaped on their own. It wasn’t at you, but he didn’t know what he was mad at, resolve fading as he watched your face straighten with realisation.

“Don’t tell me that’s why you’re here…”

His fingers unconsciously clawed into the boxing glove, pain shoot through his hand. Nothing came out of his mouth, but his silence was loud — incriminating. That was the reason, right? That he didn't win?

“Kid didn’t stand a chance.” What was the point of you being here?

“A one-punch concussion — on a newbie, no less.” It was over, like you said.

“It’s a shame, I bet on him too.” Everyone had given up on him.

“You should be resting right now— you’re shaking, Miles.” So why wouldn't you?

“No ‘m not…” is all he could muster, flexing his shoulders uncomfortably. Your hand was on his arm before he could realise, and he was met with a stern look as he tried to keep his gaze from shaking too.

The velcro on his gloves crunched as you started undoing them, and he couldn’t bring himself to stop you. It’s not like he had the energy.

“You coulda’ got hurt on your way here.” The croak in his voice made him sound more hopeless than reprimanding as you slipped off the first glove, pausing half-way down his palm. His bare palm.

“…I could’ve got hurt?” Miles held back a sigh as he was made to look at his own hand. Bruised, blackened, branded with anger — it hurt more to look at it than anything. “You didn’t wear your wraps?”

The other glove slid off, revealing the fresh, festering swelling coming from his middle knuckle — the aftermath of that sickening cracking noise. You took his curled hand, easing up his middle finger and making him hiss under his breath.

“Think you can straighten it?” you muttered, gently trying to do it yourself only to lose his hand from your grip.

“’S gonna be fine,” he mumbled, eyes fixed to the side as his hand closed back up.

“It won’t if you can’t move it properly.”

“You a doctor now?”

“Nah, but your mom’s a nurse.” You carefully held his hand by palm, thumb tracing over the tender, split skin, his fingers wrapping around the side of your hand in futile protest. He’d have to bother his mom again — he didn’t even think about that. “You basically just punched yourself.”

Everything you were saying was right — it always was. He hated that fact.

“You a boxing expert too?” he thought to retort.

“Thought that was supposed to be you.” Miles’ eyes narrowed, and yours narrowed in response. “I don’t get it, baby...” you sighed, shaking your head a little as you put down the gloves to the side.

Baby. His breath almost hitched. You were dating, and it didn’t even seem like it anymore. Not after all those weeks apart. The word didn’t even feel endearing, it was condescending, like he didn’t deserve it. Maybe he was being a baby, and maybe he always had been. You were the one who always had to drag him out of this make-shift gym. Right now was no different, except…

“…Why are you still doing this?” he heard you mutter, still turned away with his hand in your grip. You didn’t even know the half of it.

“Why are you still here?” His hand tried to slip away again, but you only took it by the wrist instead, now facing him.

“Why won’t you answer my questions, Miles?” Your voice deadened into a whisper, only serving to frustrate him.

“I don’t know why you care so much.” He let out a quiet huff, staring at your hand when your grip ceased to relax.

“I care because you look like you’re about to pass out and I can’t let my boyfriend kill himself over something stupid—”

“I’m not killing myse—” A pained groan escaped his mouth as you ruthlessly pushed up his injured finger.

“Don’t push me, Miles.” Oh, you were serious.

“You’re pushin’ sumn’,” he strained through gritted teeth. “Mierda… quit it already.”

The pain tore on another moment, and he was just now realising how bad it actually hurt. All you were doing was staring at him, brows knitted together. “Cariño, please…” he whispered, a wince forming on his face.

Your hand loosened, and he let out a quiet, frustrated, somewhat relieved sigh.

Still a sucker for nice words... He didn’t say them as much as he would’ve liked.

“You need to take a time out,” you stated after a beat of silence. The expression on your face was serious again, killing any sense of tenderness you might’ve shown.

He freed his hand from your grip with the opportunity, before giving you a dubious look. “Like, for kids?”

“Like for boxers, dumbass.” Your gaze followed his retreating hand for a moment before falling back on his eyes. “But if you want me to treat you like a kid…”

“I’m good.” Another roar of thunder rang out before he could add anything, and the rain was so heavy that anything you could see from the windows became a blur.

“…You got your jacket?” you suggested, without much hope.

The idea only made Miles’ eyes squeeze shut again. A shallow exhale left him, and he tried not to let his fatigue cloud his judgement. If he kept talking stupid to you, he’d probably have worse to worry about than a broken knuckle. “You think imma go outside?”

All you could do was sigh. It seemed like the two of you would be in “time out” for a while.

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thank you for reading part 2 soon but then again its not my fav fic in the world 💔 i rewrote this like 8 trillion times and it still wasn't clicking for me 😭 idk i just got sick of editing it again and again

this isn't as short as my usual fics because i felt like i needed to add context... I've never written an au or anything remotely original so this is just yeah... im tryna figure it out! i have . too much lore for this au

reblogs appreciated lmk if you did like it (i hope this is someone's cup of tea lmao)

catch my atsv masterlist here !

[demonpiratehuntress]

Hi, I want to ask something, have you seen the tik tok trend where there is a couple, and the girlfriend does the dance with the song 'everytime we touch' and the boyfriend just stands there giving their reaction. Can you please make some reactions from one piece characters (Ace, Sabo, Zoro and Law)? Thank you for reading this. Hope you have a nice day🌹

hello! i haven't seen the trend because i don't have tiktok, but i did look it up for this request :) also i don't know a thing about Sabo because i haven't met him in the anime yet, but i have read a few things about him so i'll try. i hope he's not too OOC but if he is im sorry!

also i don't do AUs so the song will play from a dial like the ones in Skypeia :)

taglist - @kabloswrld

everytime we touch

featuring - Ace x F!Reader, Law x F!Reader, Zoro x F!Reader, Sabo x F!Reader

summary - the ask :))))

warnings - slightly suggestive???

ZORO

Zoro has reached a point where he fully believes that he is used to your pranks and shenanigans. He thinks that there is no way you could surprise him now, because he thinks he knows every trick or shenanigan you could pull.

But he eventually finds out just how creative you can be when you pull him aside from training one day in the crow's nest, saying you have something you want to show him. He's definitely not prepared for what he sees next.

"'Cause every time we touch, I get this feeling..."

An unfamiliar (to Zoro) song starts to play from one of the dials you picked up in Skypeia, but your boyfriend recognised the voice because it belonged to a famous singer you liked to travel to islands to just to see.

"Babe-"

And then you start.

Swaying your hips and moving your body to the beat of the song, Zoro's eyes never leave your figure. He's mesmerised by the sight in front of him, and he'll deny it vehemently but a light blush dusts his cheeks as he watches you move. He's never seen anything like this, but he's sure he only ever wants to see you move this way - and he only ever wants you to move this way for him.

His eyes are wide and his lips parted slightly by the time you're finished, and he looks like a fish gaping for air. You giggle, and that apparently snaps him back to reality because then he growls and grabs your waist, roughly pulling you against his body.

"Do it again for me baby, but this time without the clothes."

ACE

Ace had just returned from a long mission and you wanted to show him just how much you missed him. You had a song recorded on a dial Ace had gifted you for your birthday - though how he got it you had no idea. But anyway, you prepared a little dance for your tired boyfriend, feeling only slightly guilty about pulling him away from dinner so he could see it before he KO'd.

"I promise babe, you're gonna love it!"

He offered you a sleepy but still goofy grin as you tugged him along to your shared room, "I know, baby. I love anything and everything you do."

Blushing at his sweet compliment, you closed the door before turning to him and began your dance. Ace's eyes immediately shot wide open, all sleep disappearing from them as he drunk in the sight of you moving that way before him. His jaw dropped, stunned for a moment before his eyes regained that familiar mischievous gleam they sported for almost every hour of every day.

"Babe, you never told me you could move like this," he smiled, though he immediately joins in when he's over his initial shock.

He is definitely the type of boyfriend to go along with this kind of thing and even add in his own moves, just to watch you giggle and tell him that's not how you do it, and just to watch you repeat it for him so he can drink it in over and over.

"I'm sorry babe! I really don't get it, show me again?"

LAW

Law absolutely does not stand for your shenanigans. Every time you try to trick him or prank him or otherwise do something that will annoy him, he will 'room, shambles' you into another part of the submarine. Which is why you have to get rather creative with your methods of showing him certain things.

"Captain! There's something wrong with (Name)!"

Law was up and out of his chair before the bear could blink, racing down the hallway at the speed of light to find you. However the ruse was quickly revealed to Law when he walked into the dining area and saw you were okay.

"(Name)-ya, what-"

You cut him off by standing up and beginning to dance for him, after pressing play on something behind you. Law felt like all the air had been knocked out of his lungs, as he gazed at you moving so mesmerisingly. For a while all he could do was stare, his body stiffened up as his eyes went wide and just locked onto your moving figure, never once leaving it.

That's not to say Law didn't like it. He did, he very much did, but he was so awkward that he didn't know how to properly react. This big nerd just blushes an insane amount that you all have never seen before and just stares at you. He feels like his own body forgets how to move, and for a while all he sees is you. You are the only thing filling his vision, and with your movements he swallows thickly.

"(Name)-ya...you are absolutely stunning but this is something that should be for my eyes alone."

SABO

Sabo is a very busy man, you know that. He's got a lot of responsibilities and an equal amount of duties to the Revolutionary Army, so he barely has time to just relax and have fun. You're pretty sure he doesn't know how to, but you're slowly helping him with that. And today is no different, because today you have a surprise for him.

"Hey baby, do you have a moment?" You walk into his office without knocking, something you got away with - most of the time.

"Of course, what do you need love?" The blonde answered, without even looking up.

You sighed, "For me to answer that, you need to look up."

He stopped what he was doing then, his eyes drifting up to meet your figure. As soon as you were sure he was looking and wouldn't immediately dismiss you again, you pressed play on the dial and started to dance as a song started to fill the room.

Sabo dropped the pen he was holding as he watched you, his eyes widening and his heart hammering. He swallowed thickly, leaning back in his chair to observe you as you danced. Several emotions flared within him, but he was unable to tell which was more prominent. However, he knew one thing for sure, and that was-

"Love, you're absolutely amazing you know that?" Coupled with his cute smile, the compliment almost had you tripping up.

"Yeah?" You smiled when you were done. "You liked it?"

He grinned and stood up, walking around the table to snake his arms around your waist. He pressed gentle kisses to your forehead, your cheeks, and your neck, the kisses getting slower and more sensual with each change in place.

"I think like is too weak of a word to describe how I felt about that."

[minus-plus-zer0]

University Days With Bakugou - Ch. 1 - "And They Were Roommates"

| Masterlist | University Days With Bakugou Masterlist | | Next (TBD) | ♡ Genre: Fluff ♡ Pairing: Bakugou x Fem!Reader ♡ Tags: University AU, Quirkless AU, aged up, situationship

Bakugou would rather die than live in a frat house. He wasn’t like Kirishima, he couldn’t stand the constant partying, sleeping around, and other nonsense that idiots around his age got involved with. That wasn’t how he was going to start off his precious university career.

So instead, Bakugou shopped around online for housing options, but no roommates really caught his eye. Nobody he found could meet his impossible standards. Not one person, until he saw you.

Immediately, he knew that this was gonna be a rough time.

Bakugou stood in your soon-to-be-shared small house, while you gave him a short tour around the place. He couldn’t pay attention to the tour. You were just so cute like he’d never seen before. And you were so affectionate and sweet and NOSY that he found it difficult to ignore you, especially when you constantly asked him about his housework routine or how his day went or whatever. It was like he was playing 20 Questions given how often you grilled him for small talk and cleaning plans.

Near the end of the short tour, you stopped by the entrance area and you leaned on one hip. “You’re really quiet, you know that?”

“Huh?” Bakugou wished he had a more clever comeback than that.

“Hello? Earth to Bakugou?” You waved your hand in front of his face and he winced. “Have you been spacing out for the past 10-20 minutes? 

Yes. 

“No. I got everything ya said.”

“Really?” You leaned against a wall. “So what did I say?”

Bakugou sighed. “Clean up after yourself, keep quiet after dark, trash is taken out on Sundays, don’t bring over hookups, alert each other in case of emergencies of suspicious activity–”

“So you really did get it!” You beamed at him.

“Of course I got it! Where did you think my mind was?!” 

Bakugou glared at you, but he didn’t really want an answer to his question, because the correct answer was, “You were thinking about me, right?”

“Maybe you were too busy thinking about me?” you asked, with a small smile. 

Bakugou froze. It’s like you could read minds. 

“Just kidding!” you said. “Who knows what goes on in that fluffy head of yours.”

His face turned pink. “Fluffy?! What–”

“Anyways…” You cut him off as you walked past him. “If you don’t have any other questions, I actually think the tour is over.” You stopped to lean on a couch in the living room. “But you can hang out a little bit if you want. You seem like good company, for such a hothead.”

“‘Hothead’,” Bakugou said, with a discerning frown. “I’m definitely NOT hotheaded. But… are ya sure you don’t mind me hanging around?”

“For a little longer, sure!” you said. “That’s how long my landlord would allow. If we’re gonna be living together, why don’t we get to know each other?” 

Bakugou gulped. Being totally inexperienced with romance, he had no idea how to possibly woo you over. Bakugou was a consummate professional at driving people away, and he prided himself on that. He could only impress you through his sheer skills alone.

“You’re telling me you don’t know who I am?” Bakugou asked, moving to lean on the couch beside you. “I’m fucking famous around my high school.”

“If you’re soooo famous why haven’t I heard of you?” You jutted out your chin at the boy. 

“I’m the fucking star of every sports game!” Bakugou snarled. He felt like he was screwing up every social interaction with you so far, and he sighed. “You gotta come to one of my games when we start playing again. That’s where I show people what I’m really made of.” 

“That sounds fun! You want me to be your little cheerleader?”

Bakugou really liked that idea. He could offer you a cheerleader uniform in your size, if you really wanted. But you were probably joking from your playful grin, and he wouldn’t push an idea like that without knowing for sure.

“Only if you’re willing,” he said, with a slight grin of his own. “But I won’t force ya. Still, you gotta come. You gotta.”

“Okay, okay, I’ll come! Wow, this seems so important to you. It’s so cute!” 

Cute? What did that mean? 

“Don’t call me cute.” Bakugou sneered at you from above. “Where do you get off complimenting random strangers like that? You’re the one that’s cute.”

“What?!” Your flustered reaction made it all worth calling you ‘cute’ to your face. “Bakugou, you’re so forward!”

“You just did the same to me.”

Your adorable eyes dangerously narrowed into slits. “You can try and pin the blame on me all you want, but it won’t work. Didn’t know my roommate would be such a Casanova…”

“It’s fucking true though!”

Bakugou couldn’t tell if he was winning or losing this conversation. All he knew was that his initial impression of you was totally correct: this was gonna be a rough time. 

But when Bakugou got home, he still contacted your landlord and immediately signed the lease.

(Not sure how long this series is gonna be but I've got at least 10 chapters in drafts at varying states of completion. I thought it'd be perfect to release this series now while I'm still a uni student. Look forward to it!)

[michellemisfit]

✨Weekly Tag Wednesday ✨

Thanks for creating the game and for the tag @jrooc thanks for the tag @vintagelacerosette

Today we’re talking fandom. Come play!

Name and A03 handle: Michelle, michellemisfit

Current Location: Living room, surrounded by feathers, as I’m currently fletching some arrows

Favourite picrew: This one is pretty fucking spot on. Or at least it was at the time. Hair is very different now. But then, hair is always different… lol

Also this one is spiritually VERY me

What's one thing you want in a picrew? Ability to add coloured streaks! And a wide selection of scars, or alternatively the ability to move them around the screen. Either is fine. But mostly the hair thing. My hair is generally 4 different colours. Don’t try and limit me to one!!

Favourite thing you’ve created (or seen created) for the fandom? Erm… 3 way tie between Mexico Gallacrafts, Fimo Gallavich, and Cookie Gallavich? Maybe? Argh. Turns out, looking back at my art tag… I’ve created some pretty cool stuff. Huh. Yay me.

Why is it your favourite? I don’t really do photography, and I’m really proud of the idea behind and the execution of that photo. And while I LOVE drawing more than anything, I don’t think I’m exceptional or anything. But I’m damn creative when it comes to silly 3D craft projects, so both Fimo Gallavich and Cookie Gallavich make me happy and feel like something not just anyone could do… I dunno.

Did it come easily or was it hard to create? It was LONG to create. Both cookie and Fimo Gallavich took several days in total. And I think that’s the other thing I like about myself. I am willing to put in the work, and it usually pays off.

Last ao3 fic you commented on? Hah! You’ll be able to corroborate this, I’m not just sucking up!! LOL I’m currently reading Camp is a Battlefield by @blue-disco-lights, @jrooc, and @mybrainismelted, with artwork by @creepkinginc, so that’s the last one I commented on :)

Biggest WIP heartache you’ve ever experienced? I mean… every single WIP I have ever started reading, only to realise that maybe there won’t be any more of it… 😱 Every. Single. One. They’re all special, and they all hurt in their own special ways. And I will remain subscribed to all of them FOREVER, because you never know!!

Also? Comment on WIPs. Tell authors how much joy the story brought you, how much space it’s occupying in your brain, how much you would love to see it continue but how happy you are to have read as much of the story as there is because it’s changed your brain chemistry… do NOT comment saying ‘next chapter when?’, cause that makes you a dick bag.

Favourite trope or head cannon you like included in a fanfic? I’m a sucker for fake dating, only one bed, and a soulmate AU 🤷🏽‍♂️

Least favourite? …not a huge fan of kid fic, but hey, all it takes is a great author to make it work.

Secret or surprising kink or trope? Again, do not kink shame, because you’re only ever one good fanfic away from discovering something about yourself you did NOT see coming…

Describe how you feel after you’ve created something new? Exhausted and antsy. Is it good enough? Are people gonna like it? Should I even bother anyone with this? Why don’t I just go and hide under a rock forever?? I felt okay about this when I finished it, why is it suddenly the worst thing to have ever been created??? …I wish there was a sense of calm and accomplishment. There is not. Brains suck!

Top hype man you have that always helps you get across the finish line: @deedala - I so appreciate how we’re on a similar wave length when it comes to art as well as ‘everybody wants to hunt me for sport’ vibes. I know I can always count on you for kind but honest words, and that’s so important!!

It's been a bad day, you turn to the fandom and you _____? Read comfort fic. Probably Like Real People Do or None the Wiser.

Edit: Also? Go and read comments and tags on old art posts. That’s a sure fire way to cheer me up!

This was fun, and made the 15 minute wait between fletching each feather pass much faster. Thanks!!

If you are currently making your own arrows and need something to occupy your wait time with… how about completing a tag game? lol

@heymrspatel @loftec @creepkinginc @deedala @too-schoolforcool @darlingian @iandarling @iansw0rld @ian-galagher @mybrainismelted @palepinkgoat @crossmydna @mikhailoisbaby @sickness-health-all-that-shit @rereadanon @rutherinahobbit @energievie @junemermaid @francesrose3 @deathclassic @faejilly @rutherinahobbit @gallawitchxx @look-i-love-u @jessij1997 @callivich @celestialmickey @wehangout @doshiart @lynne-monstr @the-rat-wins @blue-disco-lights @suzy-queued @sleepyfacetoughguy @spookygingerr @burninface @gallapiech

[actuallysaiyan]

I Wanna Be Adored(Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader)

warnings: MAJOR SPOILERS!! PROCEED WITH CAUTION, a fix-it fic, mentions of major character death, fluff, angst, mentions of violence/dark themes, lots of sadness, happy ending, flashback scenes are in italics, canon divergent/AU word count: 1.8k pairings: Kento Nanami x Fem!Reader a/n: I haven't watched the newest episode of JJK, but I remember the feeling I had when I read that chapter in the manga. Here's for all the ones who hate the canon story in the manga!

The night felt colder than it should have. He knows he shouldn’t have ever let you go off on your own, but everything was just absolute chaos that night. He remembers being with Megumi and Ino and then trying to make a point of getting back to you. Kento wasn’t going to let this night end in disaster when it came to you. You were his shining light, his reason to live. If he’s got to maim or kill to get back to you, he will. He absolutely would do anything to make sure no harm came to you.

The problem was how good of a sorcerer you are. Not that he didn’t believe you couldn’t take care of yourself, but he knows you enjoy throwing yourself into battle so much. He’s seen you with that same smirk Gojo usually sports. The two of you aren’t too far off in terms of personality. The same things that irk him about Gojo, they are so endearing in you. You shine so beautifully. You show him things he’s so long forgotten.

That’s why it was so important to him to find you. Despite the chaos and the destruction, Nanami was going to find you and hold you close. He’d fully confess his feelings to you, though you were already sure you knew he wanted to settle down with you and start a family. But Namami wasn’t going to let this chance pass him by. He curses himself for being so silly for waiting so long to finally spill the beans to you. Still, he knows you won’t judge him.

An uncontrollable rage filled Kento as he found the body of Ijichi lying on the ground. Though he initially believes the man to be dead, Kento is relieved to know that he’s going to be able to help him. The sudden realization of just how intense all of this is hits Kento and he’s suddenly so scared to find you in such a way. He’s scared that you might have gotten a little too cocky with everything and that you jumped head first in a battle that might have been too much for you.

After finding Nobara and Nitta, Kento vows that the next thing he’s going to do is to find you. He won’t do anything stupid or rash. Even after wasting Shigemo, Kento knows he needs to find you. His heart races with every step he takes. His anger is almost overtaking him as he begins to imagine the worst of the worst.

If he found your body on the ground, broken and bruised and bleeding, he’s so sure he’d lose his mind. You are utterly the only thing that matters in his entire life. He needs you more than you’ll ever know. You really mean that much to him, Before you, Kento was a shell of a man. You brought light into his heart and it has never gone out.

Things become even more dire as he meets up with Maki and Naobito Zenin. Not being able to find you makes Kento more nervous. The curses that come next seem to be relentless and he finds himself in the middle of a serious attack. The pain is incredible, but the pain of not being able to see you before he loses his life is even worse. Kento knows this is more than likely the end for himself.

Meanwhile, you’re out of your mind trying to find your lover. You knew you shouldn’t have run off either, but the call of a good fight to protect the people you love is what fueled you to keep going. You were going to fight until your last breath if that’s what it took to protect everyone and keep the world safe. Even after finding out that Satoru was sealed, you still took it upon yourself to take the lead in many of these fights.

You tend to the wounded when you can, but you still can’t stop thinking about Kento. You worry dearly for the love of your life. You look for him everywhere you can, but you’re always stopped by something or someone else. When you aren’t actively defeating curses, you’re on the move to the next battle. And when you’re not battling or moving to another part of the area, you’re helping the wounded or you’re caring for those who are about to perish.

Your heart clenches when you begin to imagine the worst. You think about finding your lover on the ground, broken and cracked like he’s nothing. Discarded pile of flesh and bones for you to discover in horror. It terrifies you to think that you may never get to kiss him again. You may never get to hold him. Never get to see that gorgeous smile of his again. It’s killing you inside to be apart from Kento. He’s always been your rock, your knight in shining armor. Everything about him is perfect in your eyes.

You hold out hope that you’ll be reunited with your lover soon. You’ll do anything to make sure you see him again. This night will be a very old memory one day, one you two will think was crazy and you’ll reminisce about how much you’ve gone through this night.

After the fight with Dagon, Kento wonders truly if this is the end of the road for him. He thinks of your beautiful face, that shining smile. It’s enough to keep him going, but he’s more than ready to let this all end. He knows you’ll be distraught, but you’re strong enough to get through it all without him. It’ll take some time, but you’ll fight through the pain of losing him. With a good support team and some therapy, Kento knows that you’ll make it through this. Once he emerges from the domain, he’s met with the evil curse Jogo. The pain is searing through his body as he is almost completely incinerated. He lays on the ground, writhing in pain. Even if he lives through this, you probably won’t even be able to look at him the same way. Not with his damaged eye and his scars. You’ll probably want to leave him and live a much better life than to have to take care of such a scarred man.

The later it gets, the more terrified you get. You know that you’re probably going to lose the love of your life in this battle. He won’t be returning to you. You’ll find him just as you pictured before, lying in a heap of his own blood and bones. The lifeless body of your lover will be the thing that renders you completely insane. How will you even live on without him? You try to remain calm, but you’re so damn scared. You’re fucking losing it.

You set off on your own, in search of the man who has shown you just how beautiful life is. You go looking for him, knowing this might be your last hope. Maybe you’re both strong enough to get through this. Your eyes are scanning your surroundings as you call out his name. Your heart is wrenching in your chest as you begin to find yourself losing hope. You’re about to turn around and search elsewhere when you spot him. You gasp in shock as you see him.

That voice…

It belongs to the curse Mahito. You shudder as you watch him taunt your lover. You feel like you’re running too slow to reach Kento. You shout his name, and Mahito mocks you as well. He’s yelling Kento’s name in the same desperate tone you are, angering your lover even more. Kento turns to look at you and you get to see just how badly he was hurt. You feel your heart breaking. Your beautiful lover has been so disfigured and all you want to do is reach him and hold him close. Before you can even do anything, you watch in horror as Mahito gleefully sets his sights on your lover.

“Nanamin?” Yuji’s gentle voice can be heard, and Kento turns towards his student. There’s a small smile on his face.

“You’ve got it from here,” Kento tells Yuji, then he turns to you and smiles brightly.

A loud scream escapes you as you watch your lover be killed right in front of you. You collapse on your knees as Yuji becomes enraged. The last thing Kento remembers is the sound of your voice…

“Daddy?” a soft voice is heard from the doorway. Kento opens his good eye, peeking over at the blonde little girl standing there.

Kento stretches lightly, then he sits up on the bed. He’s pretty sure he was dreaming of that dreadful night again. Kento is still not sure how he managed to escape that last attack from Mahito, but he is very glad he did. Kento smiles as he sees his daughter pitter-pattering her way into the room.

“Were you sleepin’, daddy?” she asks as she hops onto the bed. Even though his wounds have healed over the years, she is still very careful not to hurt him on his sensitive side.

“Yeah, I guess I was.” Kento says with a chuckle, pulling his little girl closer to him. She nuzzles her face into his chest, sighing happily as she gets a whiff of her father’s comforting scent. These days, he smells like old books and cozy blankets.

There’s a knock on the bedroom door and Kento’s heart swells with affection when he sees you with a tray of food. You’ve got that same playful smirk spread on your face like you always did, but motherhood has tamed you a little. You set the tray down on the bedside table and you join your two loved ones on the bed.

“Were you having that dream again?” You ask Kento, seeing the dazed look in his good eye. He keeps the other one covered with an eyepatch most times.

Kento sighs and he nods, “Yeah…that was some night, huh?”

Your daughter presses a soft kiss on her father’s cheek, clinging to him by wrapping her arms around his neck. He kisses the top of her head, then he ruffles her blonde curls. He can’t believe just how fortunate he is to have both of you. After that dreadful night, Kento retired and you two moved somewhere calm and relaxing. He got the chance to read all those books he thought he’d never get the chance. And of course, he started a family with you quite quickly.

“I’m so glad I didn’t lose you that night,” you murmur as you lean against him.

Kento laughs, “Me too, sweetheart.”

And for a moment, the three of you cuddle on the bed, enjoying the sensations of being so close to one another. Nothing will ever tear your little family apart…

[optimusprimeg1]

After TF Prime Optimus becoming a Titan, I raise to you : TFOne Optimus becoming a Titan !

As Orion Pax, he was used to being short, being cogless and all. He's seen holos and read (stolen) datapads on the Primes in the Archives. He always wondered why Sentinel was not as big as the dead Primes but reasoned Sentinel must just be a more recent one, his transformation and growth has just not progressed far yet...

When they get to the caves and see the gargantuan corpses of the primes, the group is breath taken. The miners barely reaching to their knee joints !!

It's a sport and they have to clamber up on rocks and each other to give energon cubes to the towering Alpha Trion. And even then, they barely have enough for him to correctly come back from his long stasis.

Then the reveal comes. And we know Sentinel has not grown because he isn't a real Prime.

And when Orion is given the Matrix and becomes Optimus Prime, he feels ridiculous and ridiculously tall. Twice his original size and he is now aware his growth has just begun. That and the fact that his very new ground alt-mode will probably completely change at some point in the future...

And from Megatron's perspective, his best friend has always been a bit shorter than him. Then Primus gives him a primordial relic that makes him just a smidge taller than Megatron. And in their next altercation, Optimus is a bit taller. And the next time, he has again grown !

I have actually thought about TFOne for this au but not much at all. More of a “what if…”

For this one, I was thinking the whole growth is only to the Matrix bearers since it is an artifact of Primus. I think it would be a neat idea, though it is just a thought.

It would be funny to see that Sentinel is just a shortie and the rest just tower over his aft. It would most definitely raise questions on his true identity, making the all curious Orion go and discover “the truth”.

Gosh, this au for TFO is just a cool thing to think about because of opportunities. Optimus fighting Megatron for the safety of Iacon and later banished… The next meeting will be a surprise to the both of them. A transformation that both rivals never expected, one’s best friend turned into a tyrant, the other turned into the very thing D-16 hated; a Prime. Just a fight alone against a giant Prime seems really cool.

Part of me wants to write a fic about it however I SUCK at writing. Maybe someday?