#my sl fanfiction

[ender1821]

behold. me coping with session 9 SL!shinyduo

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The crackle of a lightning strike hits at the exact same moment Pearl hears a resounding crack from her neck. After she had been shot by Scar, the impact of the arrow led her to stumble down the ravine beside Scar’s base, leaving her at the bottom of the pit.

Well, at least it was quick.

She finds herself lying on the stone ground, a view of a clear blue sky above her.

The only thing she could do was let herself breathe. (Do ghosts even need to breathe? Eh, who knows.)

Her eyes close as she builds a steady rhythm with the rise and fall of her chest, willing for the aching and exhaustion riddled all throughout her body to somehow dissipate.

Aside from the sound of her breaths, she can pick up Scar’s voice off in the distance. It doesn’t sound much like a cheer, or a cry, or anything— but then again, Pearl’s not in a fit state to focus on whatever he’s saying.

Instead, she tries to think back on everything that just unfolded, all the deaths, the hunts…the duel. The zombie that had been creeping towards Scar before Pearl warned him.

She sighs, “I swear, if he dies to a zombie, after all that…”

Now, she wasn’t really expecting a reply.

Especially not a reply from a voice that’s so familiar.

“I know, right? It’d be embarrassing for both of us.”

Pearl’s eyes snap open in an instant, as though the answer gave her a surge of energy, overpowering the waves of numbing pain.

“…Gem?”

She looks…just like she used to, when they were red…together.

Pearl blinks, trying to focus on the figure looming over her. It’s only then, that she notices Gem’s body is slightly translucent, allowing rays of sunlight to pass through.

“Hey, Pearl.” Gem extends a greeting they both know far too well. She crouches down, tilting her head. “Are you going to keep lying on the ground, or…?”

“I might.” Pearl chuckles. “It’s pretty comfy down here, actually.”

“I can imagine.” Gem shifts to sitting cross-legged next to Pearl, which prompts her to try and actually sit upright as well.

Pearl grunts when she finally manages to move, scooting over to Gem. Sitting underneath the shades of a bit of overhang of the earth above, they find themselves situated in a corner of the ravine, now further ruined with scorch marks and splatters of blood on the walls.

Despite the destruction, sunlight casts shadows of sunflowers into the chasm. It must be the ones Scar has around his base.

Silence follows. Pearl tries her best to stare only at the walls around, but she ends up glancing at Gem a few too many times. She hopes Gem is too preoccupied to notice. (Pretty slim chance of that happening, considering the fact that there’s nothing of interest nearby but them.)

Eventually, though, something in Pearl pushes her to speak.

“So,” Pearl starts, “what’s got you wanting to give me a visit? I thought you’d be with Scott and Impulse.”

Gem jerks up at the sudden question, then turns away from Pearl. “I— I dunno, I just… We died pretty close to each other, you’re the first one I saw.”

If Pearl’s head had been a bit more clearer, maybe she would’ve questioned why Gem was so insistent on not facing Pearl when she answered. Instead, she accepts the answer with a nonchalant “Ah, I see.”

“Well, I appreciate the company. And…” Pearl adds, pausing as the following words get caught in her throat for a brief second:

“I’m sorry.”

That seemingly got Gem’s attention, causing her to look at Pearl once again.

Just today, Pearl was met with those same pair of eyes on multiple occasions. For some, they sparkled with a sense of joy. For others, they held a flurry of panic behind them.

At this moment, they were glazed with a whirlwind of emotions Pearl couldn’t even begin to decipher.

Pearl can see Gem obviously struggling to find something to say, or to piece together the thoughts in her head. Either way, Pearl waits.

“When you— when Scar was coming for me, you asked me if I wanted to duel it out with you, with swords.”

Pearl nods.

“Why?”

It’s such a simple question, really. Pearl knows exactly why she did it. Just as she knows why she went into the End earlier in the game to fight the dragon, why she rode a camel with the same person who’s killed her twice, why she couldn’t get a successful ambush when she’d been in the siege against Gem and the Scotts.

What leaves her lips is not the answer. Not a clear one, at least.

(It’s never easy, is it? When Scar and Gem had begun fighting, all Pearl wanted was a moment to think. She didn’t know what to do, she didn’t know why she began shooting, she just didn’t know. She couldn’t decide.)

“You said you didn’t want a bow fight.”

“But a sword fight, Pearl?” Gem pushes on in an instant. “I know you, Pearl, I know you prefer using an axe.”

“I do, yeah.” Pearl doesn’t give away any more than that, choosing to give Gem a noncommittal response.

“So— If Scar hadn’t— If I agreed, you—”

“You probably would’ve kicked my butt.” Pearl admits with a smile.

Gem takes a deep breath. Then, in the quietest voice Pearl has heard all day, Gem asks, “And you would’ve been fine with that?”

(I would’ve been more than fine with it.)

“You would’ve beat me fair and square, I don’t see anything wrong with that.”

“But you—” Gem cuts herself off with a groan, growing more and more frustrated with Pearl’s vague replies. It’s no use when they’re both dancing around the topic, even though all Gem wants is to ask: would you have let me kill you? Could we have stayed friends? What went wrong?

Gem recalls Pearl backing away after one swing of her sword, when she was fighting Scar, she caught a glimpse of Pearl leaving the fight to them. She remembers how Pearl could’ve pulled out her bow, could’ve ended her right there.

(Do I forgive you?)

A breeze blows past the Sunflower Valley, leading the flowers above, along with their shadows, into a gentle dance.

Nearly every question Gem has dies on the tip of her tongue, leaving only one:

“What now?”

Pearl gives it some quick pondering, before stretching her legs out and bracing herself to stand. “I wanna check on Mailbox and Matchbox.”

“Then,” She helps herself up by leaning on a wall. “I wanna see if I can find my Mounders anywhere.”

Lastly, she extends a hand out to Gem. “After that… I think I remember Scott saying something about a spare camel around Etho’s?”

Gem returns the smirk on Pearl’s face with one of her own. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

“The Murder Camel rides once more!” Pearl cheers as she pulls Gem up with her.

#ender writes #i WILL give them a happy ending even if its the last thing i do or i will never be able to cope #oh SL!shinyduo…ill miss you #anyway enjoy the mess because i did not proofread this like my brainrot just got to me and i blacked out and here this was #(…i cannot guarantee that this will not happen again and i write a canon divergent shinyduo finale next…no promises) #pearlescentmoon #geminitay #life series spoilers #secret life spoilers #traffic smp spoilers #secret life smp #trafficblr #shiny duo #shinyduo #mcyt #mcyt fanfiction

[jellysmudge]

Old drawing of my fnaf AU! This AU is a fanfic on AO3 that’s currently at around 78,000 words. It focuses mostly on interpersonal relationships, especially between these three, but also between Mike and Henry.

Michael: The Au focuses on Michael when he is 18 and living with Henry after his father surrendered custody after the Bite of ‘83. He was is foster care for 4 years prior to going to live with Henry after turning 18. He takes a job at the FNAF 2 location to find out more about the animatronics, and the otherworldly… pull he feels to be there. I decided pretty early on that I wanted his style to be kind of 1990s grunge, even though that style hasn’t risen onto the scene yet during the year the story begins (1987). Those nasty chuck tennis shoes he’s wearing probably went all through foster care with him. I also ended up softening how much he looks like William—most of the similarities would be in facial structure and expressions, and they share the same eyes, but their coloring is very different (I made Mike’s mom Latina in this).

Fritz: Fritz is his own character in this AU! During the beginning of the story, he works as a mechanic during the dayshift at Freddy’s (hence the grease rag. He also enjoys working on vehicles!). He develops fast friendships with both new employees (Michael and Jeremy), but has been noticing strange phenomenon around the restaurant for weeks. He also shares overlapping work hours with the daytime security guard, a man called “Dave”, who is starting to look oddly familiar…

Jeremy: Jeremy doesn’t believe in ghosts. He’s a highschool graduate from out of town, who came to the area for college, and took the night shift security position to get some money before term starts in the fall. He may be the most different from most other fanon depictions (other than Fritz, who rarely exists at all), as I started making this AU and long, long time ago, before the blueycapsules craze, and the jeremike rush that has followed ever since. He’s the most sporty of the three, which I tried to reflect in this choice of clothing. When he takes the job at Freddy’s, the abnormal animatronic behavior and overly-relaxed management staff set off alarm bells practically immediately—but something stops him from quitting, despite the physical danger. He isn’t sure if it’s begrudging worry for his new friends, or the weird pull he feels to the place, like something trying to speak.

If you’ve got time, please go read it! I put a lot of care into the story, and if you have questions, my asks are open :}

#PLEASE GO READ IT I PUT MY BLOOD SWEAT AND TEARS INTO IT #ONE OF THE CHAPTERS IS OVER 20000 WORDS #fnaf #fnaf security guard #mike schmidt #michael afton fanart #michael afton #jeremy fitzgerald fanart #jeremy fitzgerald #fritz smith #fritz smith fanart #fnaf art #five nights at freddys fanfiction #five nights at freddys fanart #five nights at freddy's #fnaf 3 #fnaf 2 #fnaf 1 #fnaf 4 #fnaf 5 #fnaf sl #fnaf sister location #fnaf silver eyes #fnaf au #five nights at freddys au #procreate #digital drawing #procreate drawing #drawing #procreate art

[slashmagpie]

spotify wrapped-77?

Send me a number 1-100 and i will try to write a short fic based off whatever song that corresponds to in my spotify wrapped replay 2023!

“Oh, hello.”

The newcomer blinks. One ear twitches. Ren turns towards her, eyes wide, startled. 

“Lizzie?”

“It’s good to see you again,” says Lizzie, and she’s only a little facetious, only a little bitter.

“Where… are we?” Ren looks around. It’s dark. The void stretches on and on forever, flecked with specks of light.

“Dead,” says Lizzie dully.

“Oh.” He blinks, rubbing at his head. “I don’t know what happened, I was—I was Tango, for a bit, I think? And now—oh. Oh, I feel sick.”

“Yeah, it’ll do that to you,” she says, flicking a nail. “How’ve you been, Ren? I haven’t seen you in a while.” She stares at him through narrow eyes.

“I haven’t seen you either, my Queen,” he says with a bow. “It’s been far too long.”

She snorts. Hugs her knees to her chest. “Don’t make me laugh.”

“What did I do?”

“My Queen,” she echoes, mocking. 

“Well.” Ren hesitates. “You were.”

“Not anymore.” She reaches up, swipes her wrist across her eye. She’s not crying anymore, though. There are no tears to wipe away. It just burns. “Now I’m dead!”

“Are you okay?” Ren asks.

She laughs. “I died. It wasn’t even for my task! It wasn’t even cool! I just—I looked at an enderman—why wasn’t I wearing a bloody pumpkin?! I spent so long trying to convince Cleo to wear a pumpkin, and then I—agh. It was embarrassing. I’m an embarrassment.” She buries her face in her knees. “Don’t look at me.”

Ren is quiet. She thinks, for a moment, that he’s moved away, but then there’s a hand in her hair, and a voice saying, “I don’t think you’re an embarrassment, my Queen.”

She snorts. “Everyone else does,” she says lowly. “I died before Jimmy. Do you know how embarrassing it is to die before Jimmy? Everyone says he’s cursed! I’m just—I’m just—incompetent. And nobody even cared.”

“I care,” Ren says softly.

“You’re dead too.” She scowls into her skirt. “You weren’t even really alive.” 

“...That doesn’t mean I don’t care.” 

“You didn’t.”

“What?”

“Last time—Last Life—you—you didn’t want me anymore. And then I died. And this time—I was alone again. I thought I worked better alone. Certainly worked better than all that nonsense with the Fairy Fort. But—here I am again! Dead!” She laughs. “Stupid game. I shouldn’t have played.”

“I know the feeling, my friend.” He settles down, sitting beside her with a sigh. “It’s okay. You don’t have to play again if you don’t want to. God knows I don’t.”

She steals a sideways glance at him. “How come?”

He grimaces. “Do you know how I died last time?”

“No.”

“Grian dropped dripstone on my head. I didn’t even see it coming. It was—it was a one in a million chance, my dude, the luckiest shot in the world, and he made it. Everyone thought it was so cool. Nobody thought that it was sad that I was dead. Well, except for Grian, who thought it was sad that BigB died because of me.”

Lizzie tilts her head to the side. Peers up at him. “That must be pretty embarrassing for you, huh,” she says.

His ears flick back against his head as he sags. “So embarrassing.”

“Well…” She straightens up a little. Rubs at her eyes again. Says, “I suppose if someone must see me in such a state, it should be someone who’s just as pathetic as me.” Offers him a small smile.

“Aye, my Lady,” he says with a laugh. “What a pathetic pair we make.”

#magpie feather quill #secret life #fanfiction #spoilers #fun fact this song is on my rewind because it's the namesake of an E1!Gem wip i have in my drafts #so it was a challenge to come up with a different idea #in the end i landed on SL!Lizzie because i've been thinking about her a lot #i don't know if this is anything. i don't know if this is good. i'm very tired but it sure is something. #feel sad about lizzie with me everyone #(i've been trying but i get it wrong / i've been something of a revelation / i just don't know what i want / and i've been something of a #loser these days / i've been nothing like my father these days / i've been something of a liar these days / i am okay / [...] #/ the good thing in all of this / is being irrelevant / [...] / the good thing in all of this / is having a friend in it / come tell me how #it is / and how it's been) #< the lyrics that i was focusing on as i wrote this. also the lyrics that make me want to eat glass.

[tess-grey-maned]

Sender take a stab for reciever.

Tess and post shadowlands Sylvanas

thank you so much!! fic below the cut :D ngl i haven't written tess in a long time and i've never written post SL sylv before so pls be nice to me!

  She’s been struggling with her memories since the soul fusion.

  Some of the faces she guides out of the Maw are familiar, their names or their deaths hovering on the tip of her tongue, just out of reach; their consciousnesses brush hers, screaming wordless obscenities at her, stabbing her with cold, condemning anger as she sends them on their way. Not once does she flinch. Not once does she fight back. She keeps her eyes down, and her focus on her penance.

  One soul, brimming with youth and broken optimism, breaks ranks and rushes at her in a swirl of Thalassian tulips, a smiling mouth open and calling her name-

  But she flings them up before they can. Insults in Darnassian she takes in stoic silence. To hear herself condemned in her own tongue would… hurt.

  There are no days in the Maw, and Sylvanas rarely allows herself rest. She stumbles from one lost soul to another, worn down like a cog in the Azerite machines she can’t quite remember the blueprints for anymore (were there three levers or four? One goblin operator or two?) On occasion she cleans her leathers. When her boots go into holes, she hunts Maw-touched beasts to replace the soles.

  There are no hours in the Maw, no sunrises or sunsets, nothing familiar, nothing she can cling to. But no matter the circumstances, no Windrunner would be too tired or disorientated to recognise she was being followed.

  Followed by the living, no less.

  They’re good, she’ll give them that. Their footsteps are too soft even for her hearing. They cling to the shadows like a child to a blanket. But they are still human, and so she guides one more soul upwards, flinching at the psychic bellow of IHATEYOUIHATEYOUMURDERERBUTCHER it jabs her with as it’s pulled away.

  Then she turns to the rock beside her, and folds her arms.

  “Princess Greymane. An unexpected- surprise.” She has to pause to cough mid-sentence. She’s had no need for words since her sentence began; her throat feels dry and clogged. “What brings you- ahem- to the Maw?”

  “Oh, bollocks to it,” comes from behind the rock, and Tess Greymane emerges, brushing her own breeches off. “I should have known the Banshee Queen would sniff me out. What gave me away? Did I leave a footprint?”

  “To your credit, no. I did indeed sniff you out.” Sylvanas shifts her weight onto one leg. “You had roasted Gilnean boar for lunch, with a seasoning mixture from the Gilnean royal family’s cookbook. My spies were nothing if not thorough.” And, when Tess only blinks in response: “Though the recipe originated in Quel’Thalas. The Dawnstrider family. No. No, the Dawntreader- no- why are you here?”

  “Well, make your mind up!” Tess’ fists are clenched above the pommels of her daggers. “I want you to lead me to Liam. The Arbiter says he hasn’t passed through yet. He’s still down here somewhere and… well, I… you’re uniquely placed to…” She pauses. Her mouth works silently. “Erm, locate him,” she finishes, uncertainly.

  “… And who is Liam?”

  The screech that rips itself from Tess’ throat has Sylvanas stepping backwards sharply. “I beg your- how dare- what do you mean, who is Liam?” She lunges for Sylvanas, eyes wild. “My BROTHER! You MURDERED him!”

  “You must understand-” There are so many I killed here, how could I possibly know where one is, which one was he-

  “You fucking murdered my brother and you don’t even REMEMBER!” One flailing fist grabs Sylvanas by the collar; she jolts forwards with a grunt. “Let me enlighten you, you rotting bitch, you conquered my homeland and you slew my brother, yeah? Sound familiar?”

  “I-”

  “Don’t give me that shit! Nobody fucking forgets something like that! I don’t care if your fucking Scourge brains are turning to fucking liquid between those knife-ears, I want you to find Liam so he can be at peace, so that my family has justice, and so that my father will finally fucking accept he’s gone!”

  “What did he look like?”

  “Like me!”

  Of course. But long red hair in a ponytail, where hers is raven-black (like Minn’da’s). Steely faced- it was obviously his first battle. He was on horseback. A blade in one hand, a blade with gleaming runes, the dewdrops froze on her skin as he charged her down no he held a torch he was another human prince it impaled her and it stole the air from her lungs, it cut her so deep, cut her soul

  “-Windrunner! Fucking snap out of it!”

  She jerks back to reality as Tess Greymane slaps her in the face.

  “Ow,” she says, on nothing but instinct.

  And Tess- actually rolls her eyes, like a gossiping maid-servant. “Oh, come on. That didn’t hurt.”

  “No. No, it didn’t. Though if you want to tell everyone on Azeroth that you hurt me, I’m sure they would be delighted to know.”

  One hand still gripping her collar, Tess tilts her head, staring at Sylvanas. “You know,” she says, and wets her lips with the tip of her tongue, “I always thought of you as this malevolence. This wordless evil in the dark. A brooding, ruthless assassin who stole my brother away. And you’re just a-”

  “You’re not the first to call me a monster, and you won’t be the last.” Tess’ brows furrow. “For what it is worth,” Sylvanas continues, and gently untangles Tess’ fist from her shirt, “I had no quarrel with your brother, nor your country. Garrosh- whom I did have a quarrel with- he gave me the “choice” of staying together and risking my people’s annihilation in a hopeless, pointless war with Gilneas, or watching my people be carved up into regiments and thrown at the Alliance until none of us remained.” She shrugs. “Obviously, I chose the former. I cannot apologise for acting in my people’s interests.”

  “Well,” Tess snaps, “I won’t apologise for acting in my people’s interests.”

  And she slaps Sylvanas hard enough to send her stumbling backwards.

  There’s a pause, as Sylvanas silently prods at her teeth one by one with her tongue.

  “No ‘ow’ this time?”

  “My apologies. Ow.”

  “Huh.”

  The silence falls again.

  “I… fuck’s sake. I thought this would give me closure too. But I knew it was Garrosh. He admitted it all at the trial. I-” Tess’ shoulders slump. “He… he was really going to do that to the Forsaken? Deliberately send you to your deaths?”

  “Yes.”

  “Why didn’t you tell us or something? Pretend to invade? We could have-”

  “You would have slaughtered us on sight, like every other human nation.”

  Tess opens her mouth, the beginning of a protest on her lips-

  And promptly closes it. Sighs, heavily, and plops down on the rock beside her. “Yes,” she admits. “Yes. We would have.”

  “And Garrosh knew that too.”

  “Fuck him.”

  “That,” Sylvanas says, and prods her face to check for any blood, “we can agree on.”

  “Yes.”

  Finding nothing but dry, cold, lifeless skin, Sylvanas straightens herself up, hands folding behind her back. “If you are willing to help guide me to him, I am willing to find your brother. It may take some time. The Maw is a hostile environment to living creatures.” Even now, a presence is creeping nearer, and she readies herself for another psychic bombardment from a night elven soul. “Many adventurers died here in their attempts to stop Zovaal, and many condemned entities remain even after his demise. Entities that will slaughter anything living they come across.” Is that a soul? Do you need guidance?

  No, comes the guttural answer. Sylvanas stiffens.

  Tess stares at her, oblivious to the shadow materialising behind her. “But our reports said there was nothing-”

  “MAWSWORN!” Sylvanas shouts, and dives at Tess to throw her away from the dagger that lodges in her stomach instead.

  The Mawsworn rears back with a screech, dragging a second blade from its holster and Sylvanas yanks the dagger from her belly just in time to parry the killing blow with it. “He’s gone,” she cries. “Zovaal is gone!”

  “BETRAYER!” Their blades clash so hard it sets Sylvanas’ ears ringing. Her feet scrabble desperately for purchase in the dust. “THE WORLD MUST BE BROKEN!”

  “He,” she pants, feinting this way and that way for some sort of opening, “is-”

  There THERE her blade flashes in to puncture its heart just as Tess’ buries itself in its back and the Mawsworn screams in agony, flailing at her wailing at her and they jump back from its death throes.

  “Dead,” she finishes as it dissolves.

  The cloud dissipates to reveal Tess, one shirt sleeve bloodied, staring dumbly at her.

  “You… you saved me.” A hand comes up to point at Sylvanas’ belly. “You- you actually took a dagger for me. You did.”

  Sylvanas looks down at herself. At the black blood oozing lazily from the stab wound to her belly. The sluggish, half-forgotten ache of her cold body going through the motions of mending.

  She looks back up at Tess.

  “Oh, right,” she says. “Ow.”

#sylvanas windrunner #tess greymane #world of warcraft #fanfiction #my fanfiction #prompt #thank you for the prompt! #much appreciated <3 #look mum i can write post sl sylvanas too #lmk if i should post this on ao3 idk who reads what where

[adhd-merlin]

Merlin seems to snap out of his reverie. “I have something to tell you,” he announces. His fingers still, and he raises his eyes to look first at Gwen, then at Arthur. His face is as sombre as his tone — the fire crackling on the other side of the room throwing his angular features in sharp relief. Arthur nods and leans slightly back in his chair, prepared to listen. Merlin doesn’t speak. “Well?” Arthur prompts him when Merlin’s pause stretches into a brief silence. “What is it?” Merlin isn’t looking at either of them now. His eyes are on his lap, where he’s apparently trying to torture his napkin in the most inconspicuous way possible. “What you said, the other night…” he manages to get out, eventually. “I…” He stops again. Oh, Gwen thinks, and her heart sinks a little. The other night. He’s talking about their unexpected… proposition. He must have thought about it and decided that he wants no part in it. But he’s Merlin, and he would do anything in his power to avoid disappointing them, so he doesn’t quite know how to refuse them. Gwen catches Arthur’s eyes, giving him a meaningful look. She wishes she could reach across to take Merlin’s hand, but it's still under the table. “It’s all right, Merlin,” she tries to reassure him. “We don’t have to talk about it again if it’s causing you distress.” But Merlin frowns, then shakes his head slightly, saying, “No, it’s not— Let me finish.” It must be serious, for Merlin to forget himself and address Gwen that way. He takes a breath and starts again — seemingly addressing them both but looking at Arthur. “The trust you have shown me these past few months… It’s meant more to me than I can say. Nothing I can give you could ever repay you for it, except… the truth.” He pauses and works his throat, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. “There’s something I’ve kept from you all these years, something I should have told you a long time ago, perhaps—” “Please, Merlin,” Arthur interrupts. “Stop trying to sound mysterious and spit it out.” Despite his words, he looks more puzzled than annoyed. For a few seconds, Merlin looks poised on a knife edge, and unsure himself which way he's going to fall. Then, he speaks. “I have magic.” It comes out barely above a whisper. In the now silent chamber, the words ring clear as a bell.

read on AO3

#YES it's another excerpt from the same fic as always. so what #i'm a one-trick-pony #magic reveal: merwenthur edition #bc i'm always a sl*ut for magic reveals #and kudos #magic reveals and kudos those are my biggest passions #merwenthur #mergwenthur #(we really do need a standardised spelling guys) #merlin fanfiction #*

[exquisiteagony]

whumptober day 30

#whumptober2023 #no. 30 #‘not much longer’ #dialogue prompt #sl fanfiction #sc fanfiction #fic #i speak! #rpf #my fic #ao3 #fanfic #fanfiction

[blackplaaague]

Just a quick FYI about WBWWC as an AU: I changed the ending. It was going to be an "everyone dies, horrible job, everyone" kind of ending, until I remembered Sister Location exists here, so I just... Did some more AU-ing until I had a happy-ish ending.

Michael doesn't get Scooped, he just leaves town after that whole ordeal since he's fed up with this mess, and he forms an indie rock band or something and lives for a decent period of time before the (redacted because we didn't get into the stuff consuming Remnant does to you in this AU in a published chapter yet) happens. He kind of didn't care much about the Funtimes getting out, since he was leaving Hurricane, so Circus Baby just. Leaves. And he doesn't care.

She gets to fulfill Elizabeth's dream of running away and becoming a hitchhiker and wanders around, scaring random people for years, until her body starts to fall apart. After she finally breaks down, Elizabeth is able to be freed of her past and finally move on, and I should probably write a oneshot about that.

Obviously, I'm not spoiling what happens to William but there's no FNaF 3 in this world for a reason.

#bp rambles #fnaf #fnaf au #au #alternate universe #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #fanfic writing #ao3 author #my fanfic stuff #fnaf sl

[nny11writes]

69 hell yeah

For anyone who wants to play, this is part of the fanfiction writer ask game!

69. What are your favorite fics at the moment?

I'm interpreting this as what are you reading that you love right now.

Number 1, no contest, is Grayskull's Anatomy by ireallyshouldnt_behere!

It's a modern doctor AU that's been ridiculously enjoyable with good ups and downs in the drama department. Waiting for the catradora idiots to TALK since they're exes who are now banging and basically in a relationship again but doing that thing where they don't talk about it and me and Glimmer are sharing a near spiritual bond at the moment. :) It is an explicit fic so keep that in mind if you wanna give it a read, not a lot of sex in it but some in the more recent chapters.

In no particular order after that we've got:

Science Friction by RaptorRed

Another explicit fic that comes with about 30 times the amount of gender questioning, gender identity, and good heap of science scattered in as well. They really did a great job with mixing everything together in a really pleasing way where the pacing always feels just right to my little monkey brain.

Wildcat by Hubris_Plus

An excellent Catra is sent to Beast Island fic, but before the series even starts. Featuring her and Micah making it back to Brightmoon in time for the series, Force Captain Adora, mixed up emotions/feelings from the war, a lot of flashbacks to Beast Island for some great world building, and of course Micah & Catra relationship which I love. Let that man be a dad at anyone he wants to, he deserves it!

Dear Glimmer by @glitrahasconsumedme

HA HA! You thought I wouldn't!??!?! Well I would!!!!!!!!!

Dear Glimmer is a highschool AU glitradora fake dating drama fest where each and every time I think they've figured it out they have not. They are, in fact, digging ever deeper in and making things much more complicated and I love it! Check it out if you enjoy wheezing in pain but also somehow laughing because, really? Really you three? Really??

Bad World by Zuberan

Bad World is where Adora finds the sword the first time she goes out for it, Shadow Weaver decides that she doesn't need Catra anymore, and then Catra joins the Rebellion. Except the joining the rebellion part is VERY difficult, everyone back home thinks Catra's dead, shit keeps hitting the fan, epic fights keep popping up in cool ways, the series is not re-written blow by blow, and also Entrapta keeps bugging her ex even though she's gone official with Catra and frankly it's one of my favorite dynamics in the whole thing lol.

#thanks for asking! #thanks for playing! #fanfiction writer ask game #fic recs #fic recommendations #she ra #spop #:D #these are the big ones that when I see the update email #I can feel my spine straighten and eyes go big #as the monkey banging away in my brain happily screams #just making this list and thinking about them has improved my mood this morning lol #which considering I'm leaving work after only an hour and a half with SL due to shit feeling #was a really nice reprieve

[mylutteoheart]

Playing Cupid (chapter 10)

New chapter out now! There are only 2-3 left before the end of this fic. The edited version will be out tomorrow on ao3. Also keep your eyes open for a little simbar in this chapter. Luna and Matteo have been building their lives together slowly. Fresh out of college, they’re planning their future. But by planning this, they have an underlying plan no one knows of. Bringing their best friends together after 4 years of not being happy without the other. How well will their plan of playing Cupid work?

Prologue | chapter 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 | find my other fics here

"So nothing happened?" Luna insisted as she and Nina were walking to the bridal shop for the last dress fitting before the wedding.

"Well, I wouldn't say nothing," Nina answered as she looked down at her feet to hide her blush.

Suddenly, out of excitement, Luna took Nina's arm and pulled it to make her stop. She asked excitedly: "What? What happened? Tell me!"

"You remember the day we went scouting for locations?", Nina said carefully.

"Right, the location you found was even better than the one we initially had," she said, already imagining her and Matteo standing there on front of all their friends.

"When we started talking about you two loving the location, I started imagining the romance that comes with marriage on that venue and there was this moment, where it was just the two of us and we were this close to kissing," Nina gestured with her thumb and pointer finger close to one another to indicate the distance there was between them.

Luna jumped up and down at the news and said: "That's great! That must mean he feels the same way about you."

"I don't want to get too excited. It was just the spur of the moment. It meant nothing," she tried to deny, not wanting to get her hopes up.

"Don't say that, you have to keep hoping," she rested her hand on her best friend's arm in support.

"Let's just get going," Nina said, not wanting to think about it.

Luna understood and together, they started walking again to go to the bridal shop.

***

"I'm talling you, she likes you," Matteo said to Gastón, also on their way to the bridal shop.

Every bridesmaid and groomsman had to come to the fitting today. The suits were also tailored in the bridal shop.

"I just think she got swept up in the heat of the moment. There was a romantic side to it all," Gastón said airily, not wanting to show how much that moment meant to him.

"And I always thought me and Luna were bad at communication," Matteo shook his head in disbelief.

"What are you on about?" he took a look at Matteo to see him roll his eyes.

"We all see they way you look at each other and it's still the same look you had when you were both so in love in senior year at Blake," Matteo explained, "It hasn't changed in six years."

"Really? I haven't noticed," Gastón frowned, trying to picture what his best friend is saying.

"Of course you haven't. You know, this all reminds me of the time I was so dumb to see how Luna truly felt about me when that guy Michel appeared," he said with a fond smile, he did frown when he said the name Michel. He would never like that guy.

"Oh, I remember you complaining a lot about that guy. I would have loved to be there to witness your idiocy and to talk some sense into you," Gastón chuckled at the many phone calls with Matteo during that time. He really was hopeless when it came to Luna.

"Well, now it's my job to do that," Matteo became serious and continued, "What you need is one clear conversation with Nina and everything will be cleared up."

"You make it sound so simple," he sighed, not believing a word.

"That's because it is," he just answered, "And I'll make sure I'll prove you right. I'll just have to convince Luna, Ámbar and Simón to leave you two alone in a way where you can't do anything but talk."

Matteo held his chin in thought, already trying to come up with dozens of ways to make this happen.

Gastón's eyes widened and said: "You're going to do this now?"

"The sooner the better, weddings are all about happiness and romance so I'd love to see you and Nina being happy and together at our wedding," he said.

"You really want us to be together?" Gastón said in surprise.

"Of course, I want you to be happy and you've never been as happy as you were with Nina. I know that wouldn't have changed a bit," Matteo said as if it was the world's most known fact.

"Thank you for being such a good friend," Gastón smiled and gave him a quick hug, "Now, let's get this fitting over with."

***

"I see you've already started on the champagne," Matteo said with a smile as he entered the bridal shop with his best friend.

"You were just taking too long," Ámbar said with a smirk.

"Is Luna here yet?" Simón asked as he appeared and stood next to his fiancée.

"She was coming with Nina, she's probably running a little late," Matteo answered, "While we wait for the other girls to appear, we can already try the suits for me and the groomsmen."

"Oh, Simón in a suit, I can't wait to see that," Ámbar said as she sat down on the sofa in front of the fitting rooms with her glass in her hands.

"I'm sure you would look radiating in your bridesmaid's dress as well," he flirted and pecked her on the cheek. Getting into the fitting room.

The other guys followed but not before he sent a text to Luna that they needed to talk as soon as she came in.

"Hey, sorry we're late. We ran into some issues on the way," Luna apologized as soon as she came in the shop.

"It's fine, we already got started," Matteo greeted her as he walked out of the fitting room and taking Luna in his arms as he gave her a peck on the cheek.

"Don't you look handsome," Luna said as she looked him up and down.

"I always look handsome," he answered her with a fond smile.

"Let's look at the other before your ego grows too big," Ámbar interrupted their sweet moment.

"Here we are," Simón said as he appeared in front of the four people in the room.

"I'm definitely not disappointed to have come here," Ámbar said as she looked at the guy she loves so much.

"I'm sure I can't compare with you by my side at the wedding," Simón said while he gave her a big smile.

"Alright guys, let the girls put on their dresses and wait with the flirting when you have a room on your own," Matteo said as he put a hand on Simón's shoulder, showing them he's just teasing.

"Let's go Nina, the bride will put on her dress after Matteo left," Ámbar said and took Nina by the arm to lead her to the fitting room.

"Hold on, Ámbar, I'd like to ask you something first," Matteo stopped her before she was gone, Nina already disappeared.

"What's going on?" she frowned, having no clue why she was pulled apart.

"Yeah, your text sounded urgent," Luna interrupted.

"It's time we do some more matchmaking with the two lovebirds that aren't together but really want to be," Matteo said with an excited smile.

Simón turned to Gastón to confirm who they were talking about, Gastón just rolled his eyes and shook his head in exasperation.

"Is that why you two have been so secretive lately? Because you were playing matchmakers?" Ámbar raised an eyebrow.

"Sadly, yes," Gastón sighed.

"Come on, you agreed," Matteo said with a frown.

"I did and I think I'm starting to regret it," he answered.

"You don't," Matteo said without blinking.

Gastón answered: "You're right."

"Okay, what's the plan?" Luna interrupted, wanting to get back on track.

"We need to get them to talk alone without interruptions," Mattteo started to explain.

"Easy, just lock them in the fitting room, it locks from the outside," Ámbar simply said.

The four others look at her with a frown.

"What? I might not pull that stuff anymore but that doesn't mean I don't notice things," she said in a flat tone.

"You're brilliant, bonita," Simón said and gave her a kiss on her crown.

"Okay, now we just got to figure out how we get Gastón in that fitting room," Luna said, thinking out loud.

"That's easy. He just walks in," Matteo said.

They all start to think for a moment and couldn't find a better alternative. They ended up nodding and agreeing with his plan. It was the best they could do.

"Alright, let's get this crazy plan started," Gastón sighed and gave in. Getting ready to finally have the conversation he and Nina had to have.

#soy luna #lutteo #gastina #my soy luna fic #simbar #sl fanfiction #gaston perida #nina simonetti #luna valente #matteo balsano #ambar smith #simon alvarez

[kennatalk]

So I did a whole new outline of Beltane Night, but now it’s not enough. I wrote out about 56 chapters worth of content, but i’m missing like the driving content of it. What’s pushing the story along. Things are just happening and I think I’m going to go watch some old WWII movies and kind of look at the governments and how they transformed in order to realistically portray the ministry and what was going on during that time since this is a harry potter warfic. 

#dramione #harry potter fanfic #fanfiction #update #i'm sorry #i said i would have the first chapter up by the new year but it might be by my birthday #so expect the new fic's first chapter up in march #i've just been working overtime #creating in sl #i haven't given this my full attention

[ender1821]

I vowed not to fight anymore (if we survived the Great War)

Posted on ao3: read here!

A blade is buried and pressed deep into flesh.

It isn’t Pearl.

It isn’t Gem.

Crimson blood seeps into the dark fabric of Scar’s cloak, now with a gaping hole torn open, it spills onto the poppies and lilacs adorning him.

(In another world, Pearl hesitates for moments too long.)

#ender writes #pearlescentmoon #geminitay #shiny duo #shinyduo #trafficblr #secret life smp #mcyt #mcyt fanfiction #ignore how this is my third fic about the SL finale…shhhh…im completely normal about SL!shinyduo

[sapphire374]

What I like the most about your writing / my favorite fic of yours for a ask game from a bit ago.

I love how well planned your writing is, it’s so thoughtful and in character, but on top of that there is always intricate plot, and I love it. I love how you write Luna (my favorite girl) and I love your writing of the core six. I always love reading your works!

Soy Sol is amazing. It’s my favorite of your fics, and I am always so impressed by it! You tied up all the lose ends of s3, and I loved the Lutteo plot line. Lutteo is a complicated pair but they have grown so much throughout their time together and your writing expresses that so well. I really enjoyed the Yam pursing her dreams plotline and loved seeing the Roller team together and tie lose ends. I love how you’re write Luna so much. I love how you wrote their dynamics (the dynamic of the cast are my favorite thing ever) and ahhhh!!!!

Love it so much!!! Ahhhhh!!!!

Ink, you are absolutely the sweetest!!!! It makes me so happy reading this. You are the greatest and have always supported me and my writing journey.

Whenever I write a piece, especially a long one my favorite thing to do is write the outline first. It helps me figure out how the story is going to be entirely and makes the writing process a little easier knowing what happens beginning, middle, and end.

Soy Luna is one of my favorite shows and it will forever have a special place in my heart. So when writing Soy Sol, I wanted it to feel like a story meant for the show, where each character has their own story and purpose. I wanted each one to be seen since I love them all.

It makes me really happy as well hearing that you love the way I wrote the dynamics. For me, that was kind of the trickiest part since I wanted there to be a story that flowed while also having the characters be themselves, with their developed and developing relationships.

Luna has a special place in my heart so I definitely wanted her to be herself while also growing and maturing. Thats why I gave it the title Soy Sol, it’s like a rebirth where she accepts every part of herself, her past and her present while being hopeful for the future. Understanding that relationships can be tough to tender but are always worth it for the ones you love in the end.

Also, so sorry for not answering these two days ago. I ended up getting really busy and wanted to give my deepest appreciation in the answer to this ask. Thank you Ink, always reading the sweet compliments you give about my writing will forever be motivating and you already know I’m your number one fan of A Pair of Stars. I will forever say it was what season two NEEDED, you gave it the spark it was missing. 💗💗

#thank you so much Ink!!! #my smile grew so wide your the sweetest #I always appreciate every single compliment you give to my writing it’s so thoughtful 💗 #soy luna #soy sol #soy luna fanfic #sl fanfic #sl fanfiction #soy luna fanfiction #💗💗💗 #asks #answered #silver inked ask

[sinkableruby]

im still energetic as hell wtf... whats the catch...

#squints at my body #could writing fucked up fanfiction and posting a fic have energized me this throughly? #FUCK ITS SL COLD IN THIS CLASSROOM WHY #I DIDNT COME HERE FOR IT TO BE WINTER I JUST HAVE A SWEATER LEAVE ME ALOOOONE #(unrelated)

[zablionsea]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: NOISZ STARLIVHT (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Grace Kamenashi/Sera Hoshikawa Characters: Grace Kamenashi, Sera Hoshikawa, Lily Kamenashi Summary:

Grace writes to her mother about the impact the Legend of Rikeheart series had on her and the wonderful memories it helped to make.

#NOISZ STARLIVHT #NOISZ SL #fan fiction #fanfiction #NOISZ STΔRLIVHT #fanfic #zab.txt #yo NOISZ SL Fans feel free to check out the thoughts in my head I guess

[softpascalito]

Peluda - Javier Peña x Reader

Summary: A snowstorm hits Bogotá and you bring back a surprise visitor. Javi is not amused. But, it leads to a realization about himself- and about you.

Relationships: Javier Peña x F!Reader WC: 1700 Tags/Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Established Relationship, Emotional, Nicknames, Soft Javier Peña (Narcos), Sweet Javier Peña (Narcos), Healthy Relationships, Fights (blink and youll miss it), Snow, Blizzards & Snowstorms, This kitten is DEA Read on AO3 full advent calendar (updated daily)

notes: okay listen i am AWARE that bogotá does not get snow like this but this is my fanfiction and what i say is law so there is snow now.

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Thick snowflakes swirl around you, the ice crunching under your feet as your gaze flies over the windows of the building down the street. As you get closer, you can see it clearly, light spilling out from the right window on the ground floor. He's home.

You slip twice before you reach the house, hurrying past the parked cars and up the small flight of stairs that is also glazed over with ice, keeping your head down and your coat wrapped tightly around your body. When you reach the front door, you fumble with your keys for a moment, your hands shaking from both the cold and the adrenaline.

A curse escapes your lips as the bundle of keys falls down and you lean forward to grab it before settling for the doorbell instead of giving it another try. It's mere seconds until the door buzzes open and you push yourself into the dimly lit hallway of the apartment building. The wind howls around you, even after the large door has fallen shut, seemingly finding a way through the cracks around it.

“Hermosa?”

His door is slightly ajar, brown hair and a pink shirt poking out at the side of it. You practically storm towards him and you can tell by the way he flexes his arm that he's holding his gun, carefully checking who is showing up on his doorstep this late at night.

“It's me, calm down,” you brush him off as you reach the door and all but push yourself inside. Javier steps back, staring at you for a moment. His voice is a little lower than usual, which in your experience means one of two things. He's horny or he's mad. Occasionally a bit of both.

“Are you crazy, going out in this weather? I was worried sick.”

Mad it is.

You barely look at him as you shake your head, “I just wanted to get some more bread, we were out again and I didn’t know if the stores might close-” His gaze is on your face for a moment, resting on your slightly reddened cheeks, the slowly melting snowflakes that decorate both your hair and your coat. 

But that is what he stumbles over- the coat. Your arms are wrapped around yourself and the thick fabric is drawn over a lump that definitely does not belong to your body.

“What did you get?” Javier tucks the front of the coat down just as you turn away, sending a glare into his direction, “Don't scare it.”

“It?” Javi asks and you can practically see his brain going haywire as he tries to figure out what you’re talking about. The agent is so goddamn smart when it comes to tracking down informants and exposing cartel members but the most normal conclusions sometimes seem like a mystery to him.

His furrowed brows relax slightly when you peel the coat off yourself carefully and he is left staring at a trembling ball of fur in your arms. Very dirty, brown fur.

“Oh hermosa-” He starts but you shake your head before he even has the chance to complain. Bogotá has more than a few stray cats and dogs but so far, he has managed to keep you from taking any of them home.

“She was all alone, Javi, in the snow. She would’ve frozen to death,” you mumble. As if to confirm your story, the kitten gives a small, strangled noise and you hum quietly. Javier follows you into the bathroom, watching with crossed arms as you place the animal in the bathtub and begin to run the water, adjusting the temperature with one hand. The cat trashes around slightly, clearly uncomfortable with the cold porcelain below her and the attention of not one but two humans. Her claws strike your hand, making you curse as a thin trail of blood runs down your fingers.

“What are you doing?” Javier asks in a low voice, clearly exasperated. But you're not exactly calm either, your own hands still cold from the snow and now stinging slightly from where the cat has struck you. 

“I’m taking a bath,” you say with a roll of your eyes, voice dripping with irony. “I’m cleaning the fucking cat, Javi, what does it look like?!”

You don't need to see his face to know you're not the only one in the bathroom who looks like they've been struck. There's a small shuffle next to you as Javi closes the door behind himself and then kneels down beside you with a low groan, “Okay, how do we do this?”

A weak smile spreads over your face as you bring both hands back to the cat that has by now joined in on the conversation, audibly meowing up at both of you as you gently stroke its back, “I'll hold her, you run the water and get some soap.”

He does as told, filling the tub up just a bit so that the small animal can still stand. To your surprise, she doesn't seem to mind the water as much as a cat should. In fact, she almost seems to enjoy the warmth of it around her small paws. 

Javier seems to pick up on it too, “I thought cats don't like baths.”

“I guess not all of them?” You offer as he hands you the bar of soap and you begin to gently run it over the matted fur below your hands.

“Are we sure it's a cat?”

His voice is so serious that you can't help but laugh as you elbow his side, “Javi-”

“I'm just saying, hermosa. It could be a- an oddly shaped, brown raccoon.”

It does not turn out to be an oddly shaped raccoon. As the dirt comes off, layer after layer, staining the once white tub a gentle brown, it doesn't even turn out to be a brown cat.

The orange fur is dripping wet, making the small thing look even more pitiful than it had when you had spotted it hiding from the snow below a bench. At least the attempts to further scratch you have died down, the cat seemingly content to be warmed up and cared for.

“Hold on, I'll get a bigger towel,” you mumble and head to the small cabinet in the hallway. As you grab a well-worn one and pull it out, you hear a low voice coming from the bathroom, one that makes your head turn and hold still as you peek past the door frame.

“You're still shaking, peluda,” Javi whispers, crouched over the tub to gently brush his fingers through the dripping fur, no doubt not realizing you can hear him, “We’ll get you nice and warm, don't you worry.” A tiny meow comes as reply and he tuts softly, “Todavía no estoy seguro si eres un gato. You may fool her but not me. I'm an agent, you know? I can see right-” He punctuates his words with a soft, gentle pat on the cat's head, “- through - you.”

Your heart feels like it's about to jump out of your chest. You've never heard Javi talk to anyone so gently, anyone except yourself. And even then, it's usually reserved for when you're alone, tucked away in bed in the dark, tracing the skin of the person beside you.

A few minutes later you're seated in the living room, the tiny cat wrapped in a big towel on your lap as Javier hands you a baby bottle filled with some milk - both borrowed from the Murphy’s upstairs, who had both been equally confused when Javi had shown up on their doorstep to ask for both.

“Come on, peluda,” you reassure the kitten gently, repeating the nickname Javi used for her earlier, and very carefully, she begins to drink. The taste of the lukewarm milk seems to agree with her because after a few moments, the small sucks on the bottle becomes more eager and silence falls over the apartment, only interrupted by the small noises of the furball on your lap.

Javier is still standing in the open kitchen, watching as you feed the animal, occasionally reassuring her with a gentle pat or a different angle of the bottle.

He swallows, trying to get the realization that his head is producing back down into his stomach, the scenarios running in front of his eyes away from the surface. But there is no un-knowing the things he knows, no way to get rid of them.

He wants children.

It's not a possibility, not in Colombia, not with the cartel so close. Maybe it won't be one for a few years to come, until things are more quiet, until he has fixed everything he needs to fix. Including himself.

But as he watches you, the ever-growing wish settles in his throat, placing itself dangerously close to his mouth. Javi swallows again. He doesn't want it to slip out. Not yet, anyway.

He stands there, content to just watch as the cat eagerly takes one sip after another until the bottle is empty and the ball of orange fur purrs gently as it settles onto your knees, eyes already drooping.

Your voice is quiet as you urge him to come closer and with a small sigh, Javi settles down next to you, his arm automatically wrapping around your shoulder. He doesn't realize how close the picture of the three of you is to what he might have in a few years, minus a round stomach or a non-furry little companion on your lap. It's okay. He can wait.

“Can she stay?” You almost beg, your eyes finally leaving the kitten in front of you to wander to Javi instead. He sighs softly, both of you looking at each other. Then, his gaze leaves your face.

Brown puppy eyes meet green kitten eyes. They look at each other for a moment. Then Javi nods, “Yeah. She can stay.”

notes: shoutout to the person on my discord who said "funny, normally javi is happy to see a pussy" (i love you) also: do not give kittens cow milk (unless theyre starving and theres a snowstorm i guess?) idk this is no vetinary advice, google that shit if you ever bring home a kitten to your dea agent husband.

#softpascalitosadventcalendar #javier peña #javier peña / reader #javier peña / you #javier peña x reader #javier peña x you #narcos #pedro pascal #fanfiction #hurt/comfort #fluff #kitten #cat #snow

[vinsmokesangio]

neediness

pairing: taz skylar x gf!reader

summary: Everything is so intense at the beginning of a relationship and you couldn't be happier. After so long of not being able to connect emotionally with someone, finding someone like Taz was one of the best things that could happen.

warnings: 🔞 f!reader | fluffy, but still a smut because they’re young, naughty and in love. if you’re a minor, please DNI. small plot - maybe I’ll make it into a series (?) idk, let 's see.| penetrative sex, unprotected sex (reader use other contraceptive methods). mentions of blood period. cockwarming. No proofread.

P.s: This is just fanfiction. No disrespect to Taz.

word count: 787

Another typical movie night - which you both hold religiously every Friday - at your apartment or his. This time it was Taz's turn to choose, but let's face it, it was very difficult to concentrate on anything when you have a handsome boyfriend with a smile that always takes your breath away.

As you watch the movie on the couch, Taz caresses your hands naively, using physical touch as his love language. But it's the beginning of your fertile period, so any touch from him is already a warning and becomes a tease. His hands run down your thighs and you take a deep breath. It's really cute how sometimes he doesn't realize the effect he has on you, his naivety in those moments is funny. But he notices you shivering, and you clench your tighs together.

"Someone's needy today, huh?" He teases with a lil smile on his face and placing a kiss on your forehead.

"Is it that obvious?" you chuckled, turning your body to face him. "It's not my fault if you're hot as fuck. I can't get enough of you, bae..." you whisper, caressing his tighs and he groans at your touch. His damn smile. God you're so lucky.

In a fast movement, he grabs your hips making you sit on his lap and you start moving it causing some friction between his bulge already evident. You're kissing passionately yet full of lust, between moans and some pauses to catch a breath. His hands go up and down your body, and you can´t take it anymore. You drop his gray sweatpants and your mouth waters at the sight of his member. He is looking at you with lust, mouth half open, waiting for you to touch him where he needs it most.

Thank godness you chose to wear just a t-shirt today, so you just put your panties aside and tease the tip of his cock at your entrance. You both moan at the feeling.

"y/n, stop teasing..." Taz said smiling, completely breathless.

"Needy and impatient today, baby?" you tease, and before he can answer, you end his agony by putting his member fully inside you. You both let out a loud moan, and you take a moment to adjust his size. Visual contacts are made all the time, increasing the desire between you even more. You start riding him while he grabs your hips to help you move, both now is a moaning mess.

It's passionate, intense, and naughty at the same time. You can't take your eyes off each other, and in that moment, Taz is sure that you are a goddess and the most beautiful woman he has ever seen. The way your hair sticks to your face due to sweat, your eyes closed and mouth half open showing the pleasure taking over you, it's as if the scene was in slow motion and he was drunk on love and desire. He can feel you clenching around him and he knows you're close.

"Just like that, let it go for me, love" he praises you and you bite your lower lip.

Just a few more thrusts so you both reach the orgasm together. You put your head on his shoulder, trying to catch your breath and he begins to draw invisible patterns on your back lovingly, also recovering himself. You stay inside him for a few more minutes, just enjoying the moment.

"Baby, I need to get up." he chuckles. "But it's so warm in here..." You face him with your best doe eyes. "You're perfect, y/n/n, did you know that?" He can't help but laugh and kiss you again and hug you.

"What if I do it all again, huh?" unexpectedly, you start to move inside him slowly again, and he looks at you surprised, but clearly enchanted by your neediness. Your eyes are full of lust and desire, and Taz swears he's going to heaven in that moment. How could you be so perfect?

"I won't stop you, love."

#go easy on me this is my first #taz skylar #one piece live action #one piece sanji #one piece x reader #taz skylar x reader #sanji x reader #taz skylar imagine #one piece x y/n #giowriting