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nctinkverse · 3 months

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Promissa Redux - Chapter 1

Synopsis: At 32, divorced with a wonderful 5-year-old daughter, questions from your teenage years resurface. The fairy tales and romance novels painted a perfect picture after the "happily ever after," but reality begged to differ. Mrs. Jung was your title for two years, and you cherished it.

Life, however, took a detour far from the expected plotlines, lacking the dramatic twists of a superhero movie. The not-so-happily ever after unfolded with its share of uncertainties, tough decisions, and the consequences of chosen paths.

Now, holding an engagement ring box you stumbled upon, the questions about love, endings, and new beginnings arise again, demanding answers you must seek soon.

Warnings: minnors do not interact!, for this chapter we've got angst, sex, and curse words.

Pairing: jaehyun x f. reader

Word count: 2.400

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Chapter 1 - Shattered promises & Broken vows.

One day, you promised yourself, one day you're gonna wake up and forget what you once had, what you gave up. It will stop. You won't think about it every time you get a moment for yourself. But right now, you can still remember the choices you had to make.

You feel yourself coming down, orgasms are a good thing, you can't deny it, so you breathe with your nails buried deep in your boyfriend's back. Orgasms are good, they aren't always granted, they aren't always mind-blowing, but they relax you, they have the power of making sure you cannot think. Just enjoy the high, orgasms always tell you. And you listen.

You listen because it's either that or hear the voices in your head saying it will never make you feel the way he used to. It's either go all in or give in to the sadness that is always lurking in your heart, telling you what you can't hear. So, you go high, but you come down, and all you can think is... you need to pee.

Getting up with shaking legs is a light feeling, peeing when you just had sex is also relieving, but almost stumbling back to bed because you stomp on something is no good.

So, you say a small "Shit!" Yeah, you're a mom, and moms do curse, especially if your feet hurt because it feels like you stomped on a huge Lego piece.

Unfortunately, like a mom, you bend down to pick up the shit that made your feet hurt because that's what moms do. Only this time, your eyes pop out of your sockets once you remember that soft velvet boxes aren't Lego pieces.

Who is idiotic enough to leave a ring box on the floor????

It takes a peek of annoyance before you realize the following things: You have a boyfriend. He's lying on the bed butt naked. You took out his clothes right before he said you guys needed to talk. You were horny, so you said, "We’ll talk later." Now, there's a velvet ring box on your hand that must have fallen out of his pocket because his pants were just by it.

"Shit, shit, shit!" you chant in your head this time, so he doesn't see you freak out. Panicking, you start to get your clothes back on again, you can't find your panties yet, so you leave it and start to make it to the door, but before running you make sure to drop the ring box.

When you make it to the room door, you say it with a high-pitched nervous tone, "I have to go, something came up," while turning and shutting the door without waiting for an answer.

When you make it to the asphalt with your black car, cracking the windows down is a must, you need to breathe and can't make it long before having to stop and collect yourself. You're 32, for God's sake, a stupid ring box shouldn't scare you like this. But shit, it does.

Seven years ago, fear was the last thing on your head when he asked you to marry him, your brain…or is it your heart, remembers you…

But this time, rings, promises, and the possibilities of broken vows scare you. You can’t, you don’t deserve him. You can’t possibly think about making another vow after breaking one just like this.

Banging your head on the steering wheel once, twice, and still not feeling like yourself, you think about the only thing in this entire world that would make you stop thinking about yourself, and that’s your daughter, the beautiful Jung Nari.

So you decide to pick up your phone to look at the time, and start to feel more like yourself when you see a cute orange lily dangling thing tied to your phone case, it was your daughter's Mother's Day gift that she made in art class.

She knows her name is Nari, after lilies, your favorite flower, so anytime she can gift you something, even if it’s just a drawing, Nari makes sure there’s at least one orange flower in the midst. With the cold winter wind flowing through the window and the 10 p.m mark on your phone, you decide to make a call. Maybe if she’s still awake, you can cuddle.

There’s a ring, two, and a third when you listen to a small “Hello” coming in a woman’s voice you love too much.

“Hi, Mrs. Jung, it’s me.”

“I know, dear; is everything alright?”

You laugh still a bit shakily while saying, “Am I that transparent?”

“You’re an open book to me, dear, come home. Nari is still awake, and my back can’t take too many hours of her cuddling before she starts to kick me.”

That sounded like Nari, she just like you, was a kicker of sheets at night. Her father says that she is just like you, can’t calm down unless you’re spooned, and your feet feel warm. You had cold feet and his were always warm and perfectly at reach so you could tangle yours against them.

Shaking that thought away, you replied a quick “I’m going, see you soon” to your ex-mother-in-law, who most of the time felt more like a mom to you than your own.

That’s why you had to make the decisions you made, so you could keep Nari close to her family, the Jung family was your family as well. There was no denying that as much as you always felt you didn’t fit in South Korea, you at least felt at home with them, Mr. and Mrs. Jung and… with Jaehyun too.

You didn’t hate him, never did, probably never will.

He gave you something so beautiful, meaningful that you could never, ever, hate him for anything. It wasn’t hate, it wasn’t the lack of love that led you two to break up, but just the opposite. Loving him was too great, too big, too much, and it was hurting you so much that keeping your cries hidden was becoming a challenge the more Nari grew.

You couldn’t make this to her, you couldn’t even think about the possibility of her thinking her dad didn’t want her or her mother because you kept suffering. She was just a baby, she wouldn’t and shouldn’t understand. The only thing you wanted her to know was love.

A love so great so beautiful that even when the distance put an ocean between her and her dad, love would still ring louder in her head instead of any fear of not being loved. And that’s why you did what you did.

Jung Nari loved her dad, she felt safe with him, she called him when she needed him, and he would pick up in a heartbeat. You knew you made the right decision, so did he. He wouldn’t fault you for it too.

Making your way to your ex-in-law's house, the gate opened just as you pulled up. After parking your car next to the huge 6-bedroom house in the middle of an expensive, almost exclusive part of Seoul, you felt calm. Looking up while going up the outside stairwell next to Mrs. Jung's garden, you could see the pastel pink light of your daughter’s bedroom still lit.

Great, she was still awake, and you wanted to cuddle her to sleep. She could tangle her little feet with your legs, and you wouldn't mind the tiny cold pressed against yours.

You made your way inside, going straight to her bedroom. When you opened the door, your mother-in-law was just next to her bed on a chair, with a princess book in her hand.

"Oh, thank God you arrived. She wanted another story, but we both know she is almost falling asleep," your mother-in-law said.

"I don't want no sleepy granny," Nari whispered in a voice that sounded more like a sleepy murmur than a complaint.

Getting up with the princess book in hand, Mrs. Jung gave her a goodnight kiss on the forehead and said in a light tone, "Good night, Junnie. Your mom is going to sleep with you, okay?"

Shaking off your winter clothes and shoes, you made your way to your kid’s bed, spooning Nari. The first thing she did was place her cold, tiny cute feet pressed against your thigh.

Right now, you felt more like yourself than the whole day.

With her head pressing against your nose, you breathed in her strawberry shampoo and her own soft scent. With your bigger arms, you crossed her center and started to whisper.

“Time to sleep, beautiful.”

“But I want stories,” she replied with so much sleep in her voice that you had to contain a laugh.

“Tomorrow, mommy is gonna tell you two stories before tucking you into bed, but right now, it’s sleep time.” You pleaded through whispers.

She just hugged your arm and let out a small hum. She went so quiet for a while you thought that she had already slept.

“Do princesses get married two times, mommy?” Nari asked while turning in your arms.

Your heart was beating loud in your ribcage, could she know?

“Why do you ask that, sweetheart?”

“Mommy is a princess in my stories, but mommy is not married anymore.”

“Why is my baby thinking about all that? Mommy can still be a princess without a man, did you know?”

“I know, but someone evil will push you to get married to a prince, don’t do it.”

“Why not?”

“The only prince in my stories is dad, you can’t marry someone better than dad, or prettier.”

Holding back a laugh, you went with it to figure out her cute line of thought.

“Do I need to marry someone?”

“No, but it can't be a prince. No frog too! I hate frogs!”

“But why not a prince, aren't they the best ones?”

“No! Only dad! If you marry another prince, you'll forget about me, mommy!”

Your heart constricted in pain realizing where she was going.

“Mommy is never going to forget about you, sweetheart. How can I? Mommy needs you too.”

“But if mommy has another baby with a prettier prince, I won’t be beautiful anymore.”

“Jung Nari, my sweetheart, you could be covered in mud, but mommy would still think you're the prettiest thing she has ever seen.”

“I hate mud, mommy!”

“I know, beautiful.”

She went silent for a few seconds until she said.

“I’ll still be beautiful even muddy?”

“I swear it.”

She stopped again and went…

“O.K. now silent. I can’t sleep with you talking so much.”

Holding in your laugh, you just left kisses on her head and while letting your fingers drag along the dark honey-brown hair color she got from her father. This time, with a calmer heart, she fell asleep.

After a while with Nari’s feet pressed right against your tights, you realized you’ve had fallen asleep too, with careful movements, you were able to untangle yourself from your kid and tucked her in properly with the covers.

Getting your bag and winter coat, you left the bedroom trying to be as silent as possible. Glancing at the watch on your wrist you realized it was almost midnight.

You made it to the kitchen and while waiting for your glass of water to fill you heard footsteps.

“Is she asleep?” Asked your Mrs. Jung.

“Yeah, she did.”

Sitting down on the kitchen table, she looked at you with concern.

“What happened my child?”

You let out a small laugh, she was always very attentive, it was a trait Jaehyun inherited from her, and hopefully Nari would too, it made people around them feel seen and valued.

“Nothing, Mrs. Jung.”

She looked at you with reprimanding eyes, she always hated being called Mrs. Jung, instead of mom.

You breathed loudly and asked.

“How did you feel when Mr. Jung proposed?”

She looked a little taken aback for a minute but replied with a smile on her lips.

“I felt so happy I almost forgot to say eyes because he was so beautiful and looking at me like I was his entire world, it’s such an intense feeling when you realize you matter that much to a person.”

You were looking at her face, checks pink, eyes that screamed joy as like she was reliving the memory in her mind.

“What did you feel like?” She asked.

“You know how it was. You were there, I was crying so hard.” You laughed at the memory, Jaehyun was so nervous he thought you were crying out of sadness, you still remember his relieved face when you managed to breath a small yes between tears.

“I saw it, but I didn’t feel it…what did you felt at that moment?”

“I felt loved…I knew marring me was a big risk, I knew I came with a lot of expectancies and issues, being with me wasn’t goin to be easy or come at a cheap price, yet when he got on one knee I knew… I knew he loved me and saw me for what I was worth, I was crying but I don’t remember anything in my life at that point making me as happy as I was at that moment.”

When you finished, you had your answer.

“Did someone propose?” She asked.

“No.”

“Is someone going to?”

“Probably.”

“And what are you going to say?”

“I don’t know, all I know, it’s if I hesitate…” You couldn’t finish that sentence, what if you couldn’t say yes? What if never again in your life you could let someone in?

Mrs. Jung probably saw all the pain and confusion in your eyes, so she got up from her chair and came to you, pulling you in a hug, she was taller you, so she just let you slump against her and hug her back with yourself tucked like a child in her chest.

You started to cry, and for a while she didn’t say anything, she just let you be while running her fingers along your locks of hair.

After what if felt like at least 30 painful minutes she withdrew a bit and so did you, she looked in your eyes and said:

“You my child, deserve all the love in the world, the magic that comes with it. Don’t tell yourself otherwise, you’re worth it.”

Mom, yeah, you should really start calling her that again.

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lesiasmadness · 5 months

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Ok tw for death cause I'm boutta to talk about the bomb in Bullfrog's head some more

But like... Whatever Sarah had going on was known by Eden right? The enemy of state betrayal thing was just a cover up, so I'm assuming the bombs inside protag's heads aren't just a thing she did unauthorized, the higher ups know (unless i missed some line that contradicts this and look stupid rn which might very well be true since i finished watching the series at 5 am after not sleeping for 2 nights)

why the heck

was electrocution the method chosen to kill Bullfrog

Like maybe it's blockbuster logic that electricity + explosive leads to it detonating, but this show is nothing if not a slut for tropes, so if there really is a bomb in his head and he does get the chair I expect things to blow up

Not that I don't desperately want the frog to live, I really hope they do rescue him, but it's Netflix we're talking about, they could do it just for the anticlimactic twist

My best guess is that they removed the bomb before this, because they can't have their mascot and a kid blow up on air (i mean i doubt fake Rayman dies i think he's character.ai but the optics are there), and big if true, cause now if Bullfrog gets saved or escapes, they can't blow him up at any moment

But it still boggles my mind that literally any other method of execution would not trigger the bomb, had he been shot or decapitated or euthanized, but I guess for a public broadcast a bloody or slow death wouldn't do

so yea the two options are

1) the bombs really were unaccounted for, probably cause they were Sarah's personal little twist (i can believe that over Eden just collectively being stupid) and if Bullfrog dies, he takes imposter Rayman with him

2) the bomb was removed in preparation for the execution, and we get a chance at a clean getaway. Good ending :)

#captain laserhawk #bullfrog #the downside is that the second option is that it un-dooms our yaoi

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ceescedasticity · 2 months

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Highly specific scenario question for the Teleri royals that I’ve been meaning to ask for a while, because I’ll need it for a fic when I finally get to writing it: What would happen if Finrod actually DID bring the swanships back circa 450 FA, and reported that Fëanor and Fingolfin are getting along in Beleriand and the Noldor have Angband besieged, at a stalemate—at least, that’s how it was when Finrod left; apparently he and all his small navy have been enchanted-asleep for several hundred years, and based on many people’s faint senses of exiled loved ones, there was just a massive battle where many died.

How would assorted Olwëans react? How would they react when Finrod inevitably promptly said, “oh god, I have to go back and help fight; who’s with me?”?

Details that may matter:

It’s as near to ALL the Swanships as can be remotely expected—there was attrition of storms, incompetent sailors, 1 or 2 Falthrim fell in love with specific ships and the ships were content to stay with them; but basically all came home, sailed by a combination of the guiltiest, most homesick, and most competent sailors

Finrod reports that Fëanor is officially High King of the Noldor in exile, but functionally Maedhros is High King of the Noldor and Fingolfin and Finrod (now Angrod) are more or less doing as they please as Kings of East and West respectively. Also, Elwë’s forest kingdom is flourishing with his Maia wife and daughter (he thinks the Noldor are collectively assholes), and Nowë and a bunch of people are doing great on the shore, and there’s etc. Laegrim, and dwarves… [Finrod did sail before Men showed up.]

Finrod & co sailed over 300 years ago, and this delay is very directly due to the Valar not letting them in, even though their goal is basically just to apologize and set things right. (If that eases the Doom and/or gets them more allies, well, it’s not the primary goal.)

Ambarussa also came with the world’s most non-apology apology message for Nerdanel from Fëanor, and a smidge of a hint of offer of alliance to the Valar (ie, the instructions for making silima, which he’d previously kept jealously secret). This won’t affect any initial reactions in Alqualondë because the twins sneak ashore separately to deliver it, but the gist of the messages become publicly known.

Of close relatives, Curufin died in that initial terrible battle; more importantly, Aegnor dies within a year afterward. Not long after Aegnor’s death, the Valar assure everyone—and cross-sea death awarenesses confirm—that the conflict has abated again, though it remains more ongoingly active than it has been for several centuries.

It’s narratively convenient for me that no backup reach Beleriand for another 20 years, though you don’t need to hold to that—I can futz with the timeline. What happens in 20 years is, in short order, Fëanor blows up Thangorodrim and active war resumes, and Lúthien comes to Mandos to plead for Beren.

Hmmm…

The ships not getting destroyed is going to make a significant difference in the mood in Alqualondë — for example, Volue will have spent 400-some years pining and fretting rather than seething, and while he's an extreme case he's not alone.

Not pictured: Luinél spending 300 years getting more and more sure the ships are reachable if people will just let her try and quite possibly trying to take Swan-salt out to the Enchanted Isles to look and getting shooed back to Alqualondë by Ainur. —Possibly more than once. —Probably accompanied by Duimiwen, Duinipen, Nettë, Telperin, and in fact Volue on one or more occasion. —Obviously Olwë disapproves of these unauthorized excursions! but he never put Swan-salt under guard, either.

There is still a lot of anger, and still some people who have decided to make hating Noldor their entire personality, but the ships being intact means there's less, and the ships being returned has a lot of meaning.

—I think the end result is going to be some people are still being assholes, but it isn't hard for Olwë to bring the Lindar around to the idea of "the swan-ships aren't leaving our sight [or the harbor, until they get too restless], BUT we will help you build and sail new ships to return to Beleriand".

(When Olwë says that, he adds 'Valar permitting' on the end. Not everyone else does. The ships really being just out of reach for 300 years for Mysterious Valar Reasons hasn't impressed anyone.)

Olwë would rather the Lindar not start volunteering to go to Middle-earth as more than a taxi service, but suspects it's going to be unavoidable.

The Exiles directly involved in the Kinslaying should still expect to be banned from Alqualondë and Lindarin ships until they have made satisfactory apologies.

And like I said there are still angry people — but the predominant mood is more focused on the ships than the Noldor.

#a tolkien tag #reckless application of spackle

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ghostofskywalker · 1 year

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hello!!! would you mind writing a cute little hot tub fic with hunter x s/o reader? many thanks!!!!! <3

hello!! i really like this one, and i hope you enjoy it too :)

words: 1,211

summary: you should have known better than trying to sneak off for some alone time with your boyfriend, and that it was only a matter of time before his brothers found out about the two of you.

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What Happens When You Try To Hide Your Relationship From a Highly Trained Clone Unit

You were laying on the hotel bed when you heard the door open, and you picked your head up to see your boyfriend step into view. “Everyone else asleep?” you asked, and Hunter just nodded as he started to remove his armor. You couldn’t help but stare a little bit at the way his body looked in his Republic-issued blacks, but you didn’t really have to be subtle about it, you were already dating and you were all alone right now.

You’d been traveling with Clone Force 99 as their official mechanic since they last left Kamino, and in that time you’d seen all kinds of crazy things. Once those higher up in the chain of command realized what kind of unauthorized modifications Tech was making to the Marauder, they immediately assigned you to oversee the ship and travel with the team. You had worked out an agreement with the squad’s resident genius, that you wouldn’t touch any of his modifications unless they were in active danger of blowing up or causing bodily harm to anyone in the general vicinity. Since then, you had tried to work with Tech rather than against him, and so far it has worked well, and the ship has never run better.

You weren’t even the newest member of the team, as Echo had joined the squad a little while after you did. He was kind, if a little reserved, and you always enjoyed talking to him. But you would be lying if you said that your favorite member of Clone Force 99 was anyone other than Hunter.

It had started out as a here-and-there thing, with the occasional secret rendezvous whenever he was on Kamino, and you were overjoyed when you found out that you had been assigned to travel with his squad full-time. No one else on the team knew about your relationship, and you didn’t intend for that to change anytime soon. As much as you loved and trusted Hunter’s brothers, there were still consequences for clones caught engaging in romantic relationships. As it was, the Republic was currently paying for a hotel room for you that was never going to be used, but that was how it had to be.

You couldn’t help but snuggle closer to him as he slipped into bed beside you, gently running your hand through his hair and smiling at the soft kiss he placed on your cheek. “You know, I think this hotel has a hot tub downstairs,” he said quietly.

“Is that so?” you asked, raising your eyebrows in his direction. “Wouldn’t that be a bit public?”

“I guarantee that the rest of the squad’s asleep right now,” he said. “And beside, we’re in the middle of the Outer Rim. Who would say anything?”

“Okay, you have a point there.”

“So is that a yes?”

You paused for a moment. “Maybe. Do we even have anything to wear?”

“You’re telling me that you have that giant case of things you carry on every mission and you don’t have anything that could be used as a bathing suit?”

“Okay, you have a point there,” you said, echoing your earlier words.

“I know,” he said, leaning in to place a kiss on your lips. “Now get changed. I’d like to get down there before the rest of the squad wakes up tomorrow morning.”

You just laughed as the two of you got out of bed. Hunter was right, you did have something in your pack that could conceivably be used as a bathing suit, and so did he. On the way down to where the hot tub was, you walked once more by the rooms occupied by the others, and Hunter made sure that he could hear them all quietly snoring before you continued on your way.

There was no one else in the room as you stepped in, and your eyes widened at the sight of the large indoor pool and accompanying hot tub. Maybe another day you would take a swim in the pool and float unbothered in the cool water, but right now you had a different mission: the hot tub. The water was bubbling and warm as you stepped in, Hunter not far behind you. You couldn’t help the soft sigh that left your mouth as you settled next to your boyfriend, leaning your head on his shoulder.

“This is nice,” you said.

“I know,” he responded. “Makes you wish life was like this all the time, right?”

“Yeah, I think I’ve been shot at enough for one lifetime.”

He laughed, and you could feel his chest vibrate as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer to him. One thing led to another, and soon his lips were on yours as you melted into the kiss.

There was no way you even considered going further at this point (at least until you were back in the privacy of the hotel room), but even if you had wanted to, that plan was foiled pretty quickly when you heard the sound of your squad’s voices echoing through the room.

“I knew it!” That was definitely Wrecker, and you knew that your secret was now completely out the window without even having to look.

“No you didn’t.” That was Tech, and you just watched Hunter sigh as he pulled away from you.

“What are you all doing here?” Hunter growled, and you turned to see Tech, Wrecker, Echo, and Crosshair all staring at the two of you.

“Looking for you, actually,” Crosshair said. “Tech got a comm from Cody that we need to leave first thing tomorrow morning for another mission, and we knocked on your door to let you know. It shocked us to no end when we found it completely empty, and with two suitcases on the floor instead of one.”

Hunter clearly didn’t find this situation as funny as his silver-haired brother did. “And all four of you had to take a trip down here to look for me?”

“Of course,” Tech responded. “What if you had gotten into trouble and we had to rescue you?”

You stifled a small giggle, and Hunter just sighed. “I hate you all.”

Crosshair was clearly having the time of his life at this discovery. “You know Hunter, I always suspected that you had a favorite team member, but this just confirms it,” he said, a sly smile on his face.

“Crosshair, I swear-” Hunter started to growl, but you cut him off with a look.

“Don’t worry you two,” Wrecker responded. “Your secret is safe with us.”

That definitely calmed your nerves, and you finally cracked a smile at the humor of the situation. “That’s great,” Hunter said lowly, clearly wishing that this moment ended as soon as possible. “And now I know we’re leaving tomorrow morning, so you can all go back to bed now.”

Thankfully the rest of the batch acquiesced to his request, and soon the two of you were alone once again. “I’m so sorry about them,” he said to you, shaking his head.

“Don’t be,” you said, leaning in to place a quick kiss on his lips. “I think I’ve been traveling with you all long enough that I’m used to it.”

“I think you’re right about that.”

-the end-

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cgsf · 1 year

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Men's Hockey (RPF) fanfic recs — Connor/Leon

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"this year" 🔒 (NR) by notthequiettype | 409 | Connor had been saying, this year this year this year for so long now, a prayer that had lost specificity a long time ago.

"green in your love" 🔒 (E) by notthequiettype | 6,151 | How it could have, should have, and did.

"green as weeds" 🔒 (E) by notthequiettype | 6,671 | Connor knows he shouldn't go, that even if Leon's been nice enough to him, gone out of his way include Connor in team stuff more enthusiastically than Connor was used to, it was still different than going to his house, going to a party, going to a party at his house.

"love me mercilessly" 🔒 (E) by notthequiettype | 2,309 | It's not usually like this.

"the consensual reality of ordinary life" 🔒 (E) by notthequiettype | 3,779 | Two years ago, the bland domesticity of a routine would've sent Leon into a spiral.

"show me how to be your boy" 🔒 (E) by notthequiettype | 3,535 | "I'm good," Connor says, when the hot surge of it settles into an ache for more. "You're always good," Leon says, smirking against Connor's mouth.

"universal properties" 🔒 (NR) by stridents | 7,950 | The video has 400k views already. Or at least, this version on Twitter does, which seems to be a repost of an already-deleted account. The caption is just two eyes emojis, a shocked face, and Connor’s fucking Twitter handle.

"a brief, unauthorized guide to tending an exit wound" 🔒 (NR) by stridents | 10,121 | In the ten months between March 2021 and January 2022, Connor McDavid gets swept in the first round of the Stanley Cup playoffs, initiates a breakup, and is hit very hard on the head.

"legs and limbs" 🔒 (T) by stridents | 757 | “You’re unglaublich.” Connor says it soft and haltingly, because it’s new and unfamiliar and Leon’s. His mouth is refusing to cooperate, tongue sitting too close to his new teeth. “Very good.” Almost true. And besides – Leon loves him.

"The Sexual Adventures of McDavid (or How Connor Learns To Relax)" 🔒 (M) by carissima | 6,546 | Leon’s heart is racing as he steps into the shower and flicks the water on. It’s hot and the pressure is too high, his skin prickling as the water flows down his body. He ducks his head under the spray and tries to get his breathing under control. Connor just checked him out, he’s sure of it.

"(a kiss) to encourage" 🔒 (T) by carissima | 1,023 | “I don’t mind running,” Leon says, stepping off the machine and grabbing a bottle of water that he downs in one long drink. “You just need some motivation.” Connor groans and gets to his feet. “Nope. Nothing could motivate me to run.” Leon pats his shoulder. “We’ll think of something.”

"push and pull" 🔒 (T) by carissima | 5,415 | “Say you want it then,” Leon says, skating backwards and keeping his gaze locked on Connor. “Say you want the fucking trophy, Connor.” “I want the trophy,” Connor yells. It echoes weirdly in the empty space around them but he doesn’t care. “Are you happy now?” “Not yet but we’re getting there,” Leon says.

"dragging myself back home" 🔒 (T) by blaahaj | 4,021 | Connor doesn’t go to Cologne on a whim. He’s been thinking about it for a long time—since Leon announced his retirement from the NHL more than a year ago. Connor meant to go watch him play, told him so even, the handful of times they’d talked to each other. But the NHL season was what it was, and even when they were teammates Connor never followed Leon home for the offseason.

"four years, no calls" 🔒 (M) by blaahaj | 4,241 | Connor takes a swig of his beer and waits until Leon’s a safe distance away. This won’t be pleasant, but some things need to be said. “He’s not gonna fuck you, just so you know,” Connor tells Tyson, gently as he can.

"got the ceiling with the stars" 🔒 (E) by eversincewefellapart | 5,655 | “That’s so dope. You got a sugar daddy, huh?” Connor’s face goes hot extremely fast. “I — what? No?” Kailer finally looks up. “The rich older guy you’re dating drops thousands of dollars on gifts for you and takes you on vacations?” he says, and Connor hesitates before nodding. “Congratulations! You got a sugar daddy.”

"the most remarkable thing about you" 🔒 (T) by winglavender | 6,719 | "I was never going to get in the middle of what you and Connor have anyway. You know what I mean," Darnell waves a hand. "The dynamic duo, the two top scorers, the All Star legends, carrying the whole team on your very impressive shoulders. And that crush Connor had on you for years." Darnell shakes his head. "I just can't compete with that kind of bond." Leon is sitting down, but he feels like his skates just slipped out from under him. "What?"

"memory that beats like a drum" 🔒 (M) by notthequiettype | 1,581 | "You lead, I'll follow." Leon says it like it's easy. "Yeah," Connor asks, his voice kind of reedy from yelling on the ice. "That simple?" This doesn't feel simple, suddenly. It feels huge and complicated and maybe almost scary if Connor wasn't too tired to feel anything resembling fear. He wants it anyway. "Anywhere."

"the years of love's past" 🔒 (NR) by notthequiettype | 2,169 | Connor sent a gift. It was what you did when you were an adult and an invitation was extended to you, even if it was one you wouldn't accept. Couldn't.

"Can't Change The World (But Maybe I'll Change Your Mind)" 🔒 (M) by puckinghell | 11,006 | Leon knows he should maybe try to contact Connor, but he doesn’t really know what to say. The thing is, if it was anyone else, he’d text. He’d tell them it’d be okay – even though he has no clue – and to get through it and that he’s there for them. He’d then expect to not hear from them again. But it’s Connor, and everything is different, with Connor.

"the perfect blend" 🔒 (T) by carissima | 5,714 | “This your first time here then?” Darnell asks, reaching below the counter to pull out a loyalty card that he dangles in front of Holy Fucking Hottie. “Ten visits gets you a free coffee.” “I guess it depends whether the coffee’s any good then,” Holy Fucking Hottie says, his gaze flickering over to where Connor is sliding the lid on his espresso.

"if we make it through december (we'll be fine)" 🔒 (M) by softnoirr | 15,610 | “Are you uh,” Connor takes a breath, “Are you doing anything for Christmas?” Leon pauses, his hands stilling on the laces of his skates, but he doesn’t look up. Connor’s starting to develop a paranoia that he’s going to forget what Leon’s eyes actually look like.

"tonight the sky's alive" 🔒 (E) by anonymous | 2,371 | Leon grabbing his hand while they were out shopping in the city had been a new thing. Weird but nice, which basically described all of Connor’s friends. He guessed that was a consequence of focusing on hockey for so long.

"kiss me with your mouth open" 🔒 (E) by winglavender | 12,920 | "Why, are you offering?" Leon's still smiling, ready to make a joke of it again. Connor swallows. "What if I was?"

"take me back to places i feel loved in" 🔒 (T) by fishfoods | 1,637 | They'd had a conversation after that last doctor visit, a mess of words and comfort, hands held too tight. Connor could see it in Leon's eyes then. He wasn't going to ask. Connor should've known. He'd never, ever, ever ask. Someone else would've. Not Leon. Connor has one year left. One year. He's going to play, and then he's going to come back, and they'll figure things out from then.

"i know you're something else" (E) by littlelocaldreamer | 4,274 | Connor’s never had a friend like Leon before.

"door number two" 🔒 (M) by blaahaj | 5,919 | “You this nice to all Hallsy’s hookups?” Leon asked. Connor shook his head. “You’re the only one I’ve met.” God, he really was new.

"came to win" 🔒 (M) by revanchist | 400 | Because he’s drunk, and because he’s not thinking with his head, and because it’s always harder at the scene of the crime to pretend the crime didn’t happen in the first place, he says, “Sometimes you’re so good I want to slap you.”

"be the one to set me free" 🔒 (E) by notthequiettype | 31,327 | Connor tips his chin up and Leon's mouth is on his in the same breath, something slow and new and careful, exploratory, cautious, Connor's hunger for it simmering low and then roaring to life, hot and heavy in his belly. It's different than kissing Amanda, or Leslie, or any of the girls before or in-between, like it's touching something new. It feels like an itch being scratched that he didn't know was there at all.

"I'm not a sailor, I'm a captain" 🔒 (E) by LizzieMack | 1,940 | so connor mcdavid has a hot tub

"for control, grip" (E) by brinicles | 3,330 | Everything Leon does is foreign and fantastical. He comes back every fall and feels like something from another dimension all over again, something new, novel, a whole different hemisphere of frost boiled down into his blood, a frame that Connor can study endlessly: can watch and scrutinize and never really figure out, never get a handle on. This isn't that, though. This is just Leon being a little shit.

".500" (T) by brinicles | 4,647 | "Fuck," he mutters. "Hey," Connor says from the doorway. He stumbles again. "Fuck," he says again. (Mar 9 2020, EDM vs VGK: You can keep the game alive, but the season dies fast as the year goes on.)

"Better Than I Ever Even Knew" (E) by Lewsy | 13,185 | Connor gets it, has made his peace with the fact that most people find him painfully boring, but he’s managed to keep Leon around, so maybe it’s not that bad.

"and just for this moment (as long as you're mine)" 🔒 (E) by adoringsolitude | 5,815 | He digs his nails into his forearm in a desperate attempt to ground himself as he strains to catalog every sensation, knowing with absolute certainty that even if he manages to ask someone else for this someday, it won’t be as good as this.

"we’re only alive if we bruise" (M) by snowinthestars | 1,916 | Leon and Connor don’t really have personal space with each other.

"no dawn, no day" (T) by jalebibaby | 1,784 | Later, when his heart rate shoots up, and his lungs are on fire, trying to keep up with him pushing so hard to get back on the ice, he counts to twenty-nine.

"even when i lose i’m winning" (NR) by allthatsings | 1,109 | Connor helps an injured Leon get ready for bed during Round 3 of the 2022 Stanley Cup Playoffs.

"impulsivity" 🔒 (NR) by notthethequiettype | 791 | connor goes to germany

"the way things have a double life" 🔒 (M) by notthequiettype | 3,777 | connor decides to try playing it fast and loose. leon isn't handling it well.

"Two Minutes for Hooking" 🔒 (E) by Helenish | 5,271 | It used to bother him, being looked at, picked apart, but he’s used to it now. Part of the job.

"what we've made" 🔒 (E) by notthequiettype | 6,683 | "Come to the house." "Aren't you sick of me?" "Not as sick as I'll be of the quiet."

"miracle summer" 🔒 (T) by Helenish | 2,748 | “I thought,” Connor says once, tucked in next him, drowsy. “When I first saw you coming off the Ferry, I thought you were summer people.”

"cherry bomb" 🔒 (E) by notthequiettype | 2,469 | "Cherries are a little on the nose." Connor hums again, the end tilted into a question. "Fruit," Leon says, and lets his fingers graze higher, the soft skin of Connor's inner thigh.

"sure as the sea" (E) by littlelocaldreamer | 3,698 | They don’t do this. But Connor looks so happy, so carefree like he never is, and before he can stop himself Leon asks the girl, “When are we leaving?”

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"if i'm not what you hoped" 🔒 (E) by winglavender | 10,425 | "Heard the Leafs lost tonight." "Yeah." Mitch pulls an exaggerated face. "Leading the whole game and then Connor's guy ties it up with a disgusting pass, absolutely filthy, and then scored the overtime winner." "That's rough. You want another one?" The bartender tips her head at Connor's half-empty glass; he shakes his head. "Who's your guy?" "Draisaitl, obviously." Mitch taps the rainbow-patterned 29 on Connor's arm for emphasis. "He's not my guy," Connor says.

"orbit" 🔒 (E) by withfeathers | 2,000 | Leon was one draft spot away from being on the other side of the ice. Not that he thinks about it much.

"when you find out" 🔒 (E) by nymhciv | 10,779 | It takes Connor a moment, blinking, to realise what Yamo is showing him. He sends work out pictures in the team group chat sometimes, they all do, a check in system that had been well established when Connor joined the team. Connor thinks that’s what Yamo is showing him, at first, wonders if he’s about to get shit for his form. Then the Connor on screen moves, sinks further into his lunge, brings his heel up towards his ass. They don’t send video in the team chat, but the team chat isn’t the only place Connor shares his work out routines. And Connor does post video on OnlyFans.

"love casts a shadow" 🔒 (NR) by notthequiettype | 645 | Leon thinks, after seven years, he should be used to it.

Ongoing list that will be updated.

#fanfiction #fan fiction #fanfic #fic recs #leon draisaitl #connor mcdonough #leon draisaitl x connor mcdavid #mcdrai #mens hockey rpf #mens hockey

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freakensteinn · 6 months

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UNAUTHORIZED FUCKING THING. BLOW IT UP RIGHT NOW

#obligatory tadc oc here #freakenarts #digital art #the amazing digital circus #tadc

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ophiocordyceps · 2 years

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got the full version of ultrakill yesterday and the most important lesson ive learned is i fucking HATE THE HIDEOUS MASSES !!!! UNAUTHORIZED FUCKING THINGS BLOW THEM UP RIGHT FUCKING NOW‼‼‼‼‼‼‼‼‼‼

#ultrakill #HATE THEM

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lilyblackdrawside · 3 months

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Unauthorized fucking thing blow it up RIGHT NOW

#arknights #i dedicated half my squad to taking out this slider.#didn't even think past this enemy or the consequences of it flipping all those tiles #i simply wouldn't have it. i couldn't let it have its way.#archetto solo'd the second set of casters by the way. she's the best.

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tgrailwar · 1 year

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UNAUTHORIZED FUCKING BATTLE ON THE BEACH BLOW IT UP RIGHT NOW!!!!!!

"...You know, with Foreigner's mana, she might just nuke the whole place herself. Good thing she doesn't have that Noble Phantasm, right?"

Vote to see who wins here!

#overseer answer #servant chat #team avenger #thgw story

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mimbotomy · 7 months

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fanfic writing asks: 10, 12, & 16!

Questions found here!

10: Favorite line or lines of dialogue that you've written

I actually did a similar prompt a while ago and while I couldn’t decide between a bunch of quotes then, I think I've narrowed it down to this little snippet from chapter 5 of The Children of Kephallonia, With No Hesitation:

So when their training session ends so they can eat, Kassandra beckons Phoibe over, kneeling down to grip her shoulder and look her easily in the eye. She is not Nikolaos - she will be better than Nikolaos - but there are no other words than the ones her father gave her so long ago, “You are my greatest pride, Phoibe. Remember that.”

12: What WIPs do you have going now? Are you excited about them?

Besides my posted fics, I have three WIPs that’s I’m actively working on, and by actively working on I mean I’ve opened them in the last month and think about them constantly and especially when I’m trying to work on my posted fics 😂

First is A Flap of an Eagle’s Wings, which will be my second Odyssey time travel fix it fic, except Kassandra and two others come back a lot earlier than in Rebirth and accidentally end up setting everything on fire in an attempt to fix things.

Second is my untitled time loop fic, in which Alkibiades keeps waking up the day Perikles and Phoibe dies. Chaos ensues.

Third, the Percy Jackson trailer inspired me to go back to my crossover fic which somehow ended with me starting a NEW FIC. So now I am working on the Personal Journal of Herodotos of Samos - with unauthorized annotations from Kassandra the Eagle Bearer and Barnabas of the Adrestia - from Delphi to Athens to Sparta to Atlantis and everything.

16: 3 favorite comments ever received on fanfic.

A little long, so I put them under a read more!

From the Children of Kephallonia, A Night for Blood

This story is awesome! I love Assassin's Creed but I never find any good fics for it. Then, while searching for an Edward and Conner fic (not romantic, mind you) I found this gem. You are righting a wrong that I didn't think would ever be fixed. On top of that, your writing is superb. I don't think I found a single grammatical error in seven chapters. I don't think that's ever happened to me before. Your descriptions are vivid and the characterization is excellent. Well done! I hope you continue with this fic, because this is incredible.

From Rebirth, Sparta II

That was so cool. Kass sounds like she's a force of nature, literally blowing everyone away multiple times or shaking the ground when she and Alexios spar. Also the constant, jumping and flipping gives the fight scenes some movement and make it feel fast paced. Which actually makes me compare Kassandra to a bird, all mobile and flipping and flying around. I guess the Ikaros part of her soul is influencing her. I like seeing how other people see Kassandra because it's like, do they see her as a demigod more, do they approve of her un-Spartan like lifestyle and all that. Also I like Stentor's point of view he's just done with it all or Nikolaos' gemeral confusion on what the hell is going on. They're funny 🤣

From Not a Málakes Ravenclaw, Molly I

I don't understand how you keep making great fics, and making them all feel new, and not just recycled ideas from your other fics. I didn't think a Harry Potter/Ac Odyssey fic would work but here we go with me wanting another chapter after I just finished reading what I'm thinking is gonna be another great fic from you. I like how Kassandra says all they traumatizing things and the other are freaked out that she's just nonchalantly saying something so crazy, like confirming God's exist or that her dad threw her off a cliff at such a young age. Thank you for writing these great fics, I'm always excited when I see you upload another chapter.

#for lack of a better tag #ac odyssey

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furtiveseal · 1 year

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So there's the "UNAUTHORIZED FUCKING THING, BLOW IT UP NOW" image right

I can't decide whether it's funnier to read as "this thing (flying capybara) is unauthorized and should be blown up" or "i have no idea what the hell this thing is but I'm 90% sure it doesn't have a flying license, blow it up"

#my favourite pastime referencing hyperspecific images that no one has seen #seal talks

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ausaplenty · 7 months

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Not Powered Enough

Whump-tober. "Now the room is spinning while I'm just trying to fill in the gaps."

It counts as swooning if it's from blood loss, right?

Kiara Scuro. Canon. Pre-Lindsay.

LiLi would call her stupid. An adrenaline junkie.

Kiara would argue, but they’d both know it was for the sake of arguing. Just like old times

She was back at SPSRA. Things were … better? At least, there currently wasn’t a megalomaniac intent on killing her and she was going to therapy for almost killing her on-again-off-again best friend. But there was that itch that she felt frequently in government employ – like she wasn’t doing as much good as she could be.

Go where you’re told. Focus on this assignment. Ignore a rising crime rate in the city – That’s for the local law enforcement officers to deal with.

So every now and then, she gave Will some excuse about spending the weekend in her studio and needing time to get lost in the medium, so she wouldn’t see him. And she’d tell the team the same excuse.

Ignore LiLi’s intense gaze as she focused on a recent artistic frustration, trying very hard not to think about the truth. She thought she was doing a good job so far. And then she’d leave her uniform in the closet and put her insomnia to good use.

They’d understand, she knew. But the team was in tenuous standing at SPSRA and total obliviousness was safer than any whisper of collusion. The only way she could be traced was her phone, turned off and tucked away unless she needed to call police to deal with some perp. If something happened to her … Well, Skye wouldn’t be deterred by something as minor as a powered-down cell phone.

Sometimes, Kiara got to blow off some steam and actually stop a mugging or two. Sometimes, her patrols were just a waste of time and Kiara found inspiration for future art projects, so at least she wouldn’t be lying through her teeth when people asked about her Saturday night.

Tonight … well, she’d stopped a purse snatching from the shadows, a dark tendril snaking across the pavement as heavy footsteps pounded the ground. Somebody trying to jimmy open a car door with a wire hanger had ended up with a foot stuck in his own shadow as police lights flashed behind him.

They weren’t violent crimes, but she did stop them from escalating.

Behind her, the lone lightbulb illuminating an apartment building’s rooftop access door buzzed incessantly. Kiara’s gaze alternated between the street below her, an impressive brick expanse of an apartment building at the end of the street and her design of a technically unauthorized art project in her small sketch book. Reed would call it graffiti, she called it public art … to-may-to, to-mah-to.

It was almost midnight and while the city was never truly silent, there was a muffled air to it – devoid of the amplified roar of daytime traffic or lull of dozens of simultaneous conversations or the not-quite syncopation of hundreds of feet.

It made the woman’s bordering-on-hurried footsteps echo even more in Kiara’s ears as the blonde’s gaze landed on her after she rounded the corner. The artist’s pencil rolled to the divot of the spine when she dropped it and she closed the book around it, rising slowly to her feet.

The woman was probably a waitress getting back from work, judging by button up white shirt under the black vest and denim jacket. She was trying not to be obvious as she switched her attention between her keychain and the man following her. If Kiara squinted, she could see the black cylinder at the end of the chain – pepper spray?

The artist abandoned her sketchbook on the roof as she slipped into the shadows. She emerged across the street when the man – not tall and broad, but a little bit taller than Kiara and stocky with just a bit of a gut – shoved his prey into the alley. A tendril of darkness wrapped around his waist as his target whirled, a burst of spray emitting from her keychain cylinder and her long brunette braid whipping behind her.

“Bitch!” he howled as the chemicals hit his eyes at the same time as Kiara’s shadows slammed him into the wall. The darkness shifted, sticking to him so he couldn’t see his restraints.

Kiara put herself between him and his prey, obscuring the woman’s view as he struggled. “Are you alright? Do you need me to call the police?” she asked, acting as if she hadn’t intervened. She knew she looked androgynous enough in her hoodie, jeans and baseball cap to not immediately be clocked as a woman, so she telegraphed her movements as much as possible.

“H-h-he attacked me,” the woman stammered, her eyes wide as she stared over Kiara’s shoulder. “I was was was walking home from –“

“I saw,” Kiara promised, glancing back toward the man as the shadows hissed angrily. She frowned when she saw him moving more than she’d like him to and shifted the darkness so it was more apparent and curled around his wrists.

If she sank him into the shadows, it would be harder to keep SPSRA out of it.

“Call the police,” the blonde urged. “I’ll wait with you, I promise. You’re safe.”

The shadows practically screamed as something broke them and Kiara grunted as a body slammed her to the ground. One hand fisted in her hood, yanking it back, and Kiara’s vision blurred when something hard and sharp bludgeoned into her head just over her right ear. Almost from far away, she heard the woman she’d been talking to scream.

“Fucking powered,” the man snarled behind her, shifting so he was straddling her. “Ain’t gonna be that easy –“

A wall of darkness crashed down on them, shifting them into blackness and pulling the man off her. He thrashed against the tendrils as Kiara stumbled to her feet, her head pounding and her vision swimming.

She struggled to focus as her sight wavered, but the bindings she created to pin him down seemed to melt away – Her world wavered, not just from her vision, but from something he was doing, jamming her abilities.

“Fucking powered,” Kiara spit back at him, shifting her stance lower like Ren had taught her after the bank.

He charged at her with a smirk, but the shadow walker waited until he was almost upon her so she could surge upward and caught his chin with her fist and her shadowed blades between her knuckles. He staggered away with a groan, a quartet of slash marks running along his jaw.

The shadows roared, their voices stuttering as if there was static.

Kiara knew how her powers worked with other shadow powers – knew it was a greedy game – but this wasn’t the same. The shadows weren’t conflicted about who to serve, this was like water off a duck’s back, where the darkness slid away from her opponent.

But it wasn’t immediately effective, but the shadows’ frustrated howls from this hindrance were warring with the ringing in Kiara’s ears from the man’s earlier blow. Her scalp felt sticky as blood congealed on her hair and her hat and trickled down her head.

The man trudged toward her, his legs encased in shadows as they fought against whatever repulsion he commanded. The claw marks she’d inflicted were bleeding, coating his neck.

Speed it was.

Kiara drove her foot into his groin, fighting the wave of nausea that accompanied the shift in her balance.

“Umph,” he grunted, buckling to his knees.

She pushed him out of the darkness and back into the alley, pinning him with her knee on his chest. Her hands wrapped around his throat, squeezing relentlessly.

“Not … powered … enough,” she grunted, adding a cord of shadow around his windpipe to her own grasp. She didn’t let up until he was limp beneath her.

She slid off of him with a groan, slumping against the alley wall as the city spun around her. The woman had disappeared but Kiara registered the wail of police sirens … somewhere … as darkness crept into her vision.

#kiara scuro #whumptober 2023

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