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I Want To Be Home | Charles Leclerc x Fem! Reader |

Summary: Charles gets worried about leaving for the first race of the season, believing he's a bad father and husband for doing so. which leads to a late-night conversation.

✮▹A/N: This is pretty short but it was something I just randomly thought about so I felt the need to write it down, that being said I'm sorry if it's bad or anything.

✰▹Warnings/Notices: Use of Milo as kid name, slight angst? if you squint. Comfort/fluff. Worried Charles. NOT EDITED.

Charles never liked leaving for races ever since he had his kid. He hated it. He didn't want to leave you guys, especially considering anything could happen while he's gone. But what he feared the most about leaving home was missing something fundamental in his kids' life or yours.

He felt like if he missed anything he would be the worse father in the world. This is why when the F1 season came back around after winter break you had to remind him that there's nothing wrong in doing his job and something he's passionate about. This is where this late-night talk formed,

"Ma chérie, what if you get hurt or Milo gets hurt? I can't come back and be here for you." He said while turning completely over to fully look at you.

"Like I said, your family will be here to help if needed, and it's your job char. The team needs you." You said as you pulled yourself closer to him as to get more comfortable with him.

It was pretty late as you already put Milo to bed and got everything sorted for tomorrow, but Charles, he didn't want tomorrow to come as he didn't want to get ready to leave for the first race of the season.

"I get that the team needs me but my family needs me more. Milo is still so tiny, love. I wanna be with him, especially right now."

"Charles, I promise you It'll be okay." You said while messing with his hair a bit as he lowered his head to lay on your chest.

"I feel like a terrible person for leaving like it's a crime. Not only leaving Milo but also leaving you. Like a bad father and husband."

"You're not a bad person and definitely not a bad father or husband. It's okay, if anything we'll come see you at a race as soon as possible. Also, it's not like you don't usually come home between races when possible." you said while running your hands through his hair, he moved a little closer to you before putting his face between your neck and shoulder.

"Ma chérie, Please promise me that you'll call me whenever you need me, or if it's anything with Milo. Please?" He said as he moved to lean a bit more over you. "Please?" he moved back to look you fully in the eyes as he waited for you to respond.

"Of course Char, Always," you said while giving him a peck on the cheek. "But for right now you should probably go to sleep."

From the little light in the room, you could see him smile a bit before he gave you a kiss and laid back down. "Come here, let me hold you."

"You don't have to ask twice."

⭒❃.✮:▹A/N: This is super short and potentially not the best, but like I said it was something that randomly came to me. But nonetheless, I hope you enjoy it and that you like it. Love you pookies.

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𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨𝖿𝗌.

𝖯𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀: 𝖣𝖺𝗓𝖺𝗂 𝖮𝗌𝖺𝗆𝗎 (𝖡𝖲𝖣) 𝗑 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

𝖠/𝖭: 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 @mrs—nobody ! 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗒𝗉𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅! 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗀 "𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨𝖿𝗌" 𝖻𝗒 𝖪𝖺𝗇𝖾 𝖡𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇. 𝖤𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒! ♥︎

𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌.

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝗎𝗇𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖺𝗒 𝗀𝗈 𝗐𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍. 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋, 𝖣𝖺𝗓𝖺𝗂 𝖮𝗌𝖺𝗆𝗎. 𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀.

𝖳𝗈𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝗈 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖣𝖺𝗓𝖺𝗂 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗎𝖽𝖽𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝖽, 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 ��𝗈𝗏𝗂𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝗑𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗀𝗈 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖽𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖾𝖺𝖼𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽. "𝖣𝖺𝗓𝖺𝗂?" 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖺 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝗂𝖾, 𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝗂𝖾. 𝖧𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌, 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾, "𝖧𝗆𝗆𝗆?" 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗍𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗂���𝖾.

"𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖾-," 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗎𝗉𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝖼𝗁𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝖺𝗓𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀. "𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍? 𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝖿𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗒?" 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽, 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗅𝖾, "𝖶𝖾𝗅𝗅, 𝖨'𝗏𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝗈𝗐𝗇," 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍.

"𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝖿 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎?" 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗋𝖽, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍, 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗆𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅, "𝖧𝗎𝗁?" 𝖣𝖺𝗓𝖺𝗂 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗋, "𝖨 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇, 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝖿 𝗐𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾?" 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽, 𝗋𝗎𝖻𝖻𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗂𝗋𝖼𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗅𝗆 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗎𝗆𝖻. 𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝖺 𝖿𝗈𝗈𝗅, 𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉, 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝗄𝖺𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗐𝗈, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗎𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗀𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌, 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽.

𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗃𝗈𝖻 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝖿𝗌 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒, 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗂𝗍?

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Geralt has performed all the Witcher rituals and now basically married to Jaskier

Jaskier is trying to figure out how to tell his best friend who has gotten more physically affectionate but is still mostly quiet that he's head over heels in love with him

#the witcher #geralt of rivia #geraskier #fanfiction ideas #fanfiction #bad fanfiction #jaskier

[gay-opossum-in-the-garbage]

DoeBall

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Summary: You don’t recognize Doe in his true form at first

Warning(s): Mentions of obsessive behaviors, not proof read

Pairing: GN Reader X John Doe/Can also be read as You X John Doe

Perspective: 2nd person past tense

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You had been cleaning for god knows how long. You wished that you could just lay in bed all day with your day off, but with how dirty your love was and how small the apartment was, it was a necessary evil.

Speaking of your love, he had been gone for a while now.

He was constantly wracked with anxiety when you left the house to buy groceries without him because of how dangerous the Valley was (and his general clinginess) so he insisted on doing the grocery run while you cleaned the apartment.

And you were perfectly fine with that, sure you loved him but his obsessiveness got a bit tiring at times. It was nice to spend a little time alone.

But it was a tad bit odd that he had been gone for so long. You checked the digital clock on the counter.

6:64 pm

He had left 3 hours ago. Usually he only took around an hour to do groceries since he only needed to visit one general store. That combined with the fact it was raining heavily outside made your stomach twist just a bit. You sighed and decided to focus on cleaning for now.

He’s fine. He’ll be fine.

No matter how many times you swept there was just more and more dust. You made another dust pile and sat on one knee, struggling to sweep the dust into the dust pan with the strange angle. Trying to maneuver the broom with just one hand was straining your wrist.

You sat there for what felt like 30 minutes just sweeping up the little lines that the pile made. You had finally whittled it down to one little line, and you finally breathed a sigh of relief as you swept it into the dustpan. You stood up and looked down at the floor.

There was still another line of dust.

You breathed a long frustrated sigh and slapped the dustpan on the kitchen island. You were going to put the broom away when you heard something from the living room.

*CRASH*

You jumped and tightly gripped the broom, eyes wide staring at the closed door separating the kitchen and living room.

You silently listened for any other sound, staying stone still.

You breathed in and out deeply and consistently, slowly creeping towards the oak door. You gripped the cold door handle, the cold contrasting your sweaty palms.

You breathed in and flung the door open charging head first into your small living room.

You let go of your breath and felt your shoulder relax a bit as your stared confused at the scene in front of you.

A big 2 foot ball of wet, black, curly hair with a big, yellow eyeball in its center was standing (well it didn’t really have legs, sitting?) in the middle of the room. It simply stared at you, looking shell-shocked.

It suddenly pounced at you at lightning speed. You let out a quick but loud yelp and smacked the broom down in front of you, missing the hairball by just a few inches.

“Get! Get back!” You said assertively as you threatened the creature with the red handled broom. It whimpered like a dog and jumped away like a cat being scared by a cucumber.

You pushed it back towards the door and cornered it against the couch.

With your newfound control over the situation you finally fully relaxed and actually looked at the thing. The more you looked at it, the more it looked… familiar.

“Doe!?” You dropped your broom and found your hands on the sides of your head, holding your hair, “what the hell happened!?”

You reached down and scooped up the big ball of hair, which you now knew was your lover, and held him at eye level while you spoke.

He had talked about his “true form” but you had never actually seen it before.

You had no idea his hair was his actual form.

He swung his tendril-like strands of hair around like arms, making chirps and other animalistic noises like he was trying to explain something to you.

You cocked your head to the side. He stopped suddenly and wrapped himself around your right arm, small whines coming from him.

You sighed and petted him while you grabbed a soft towel from the kitchen. You put the towel on his back and flipped him onto the towel like you were getting a cake out of a pan.

You fully wrapped him in the towel, making sure to leave his eyeball exposed. You held him close to your chest, the warmth of your body cutting through the cold of his wet one.

You sat down on your soft couch, him purring softly in your arms. He wrapped some tendrils around your neck, pulling you closer and purring even louder.

It was nice just cuddling like this, but you felt awful for attacking him and extremely confused why he hadn’t shapeshifted back yet.

“Hey baby?”

The little hairball look up at you, a little heart replacing his pupil. Well at least you knew he wasn’t mad at you.

“I’m sorry for threatening you, I thought you were some feral cat that broke in or something,” he let out a strange little noise that resembled a laugh, you smiled and continued, “and I love cuddling you like this, but why haven’t you shapeshifted back yet?”

He looked at you for a couple of seconds, pupil back to normal. He jumped out of your arms and and started walking towards the door of your shared bedroom, scratching at it like a cat.

You sat up and let him in, where he immediately started rummaging through his drawer. You shared a dresser, the top two being yours and the bottom being his.

He rummaged through the drawer for a few seconds before pulling out a mason jar with teeth and clothing scraps. He shook it, the contents shaking around. You looked into the drawer to see similar containers, with some being filled with…well you didn’t want to know. You swore one blinked at you.

“And you showed me this…why?” You questioned.

He untwisted the jar and started eating the contents right in front of you. A mouth that reminded you of a leech’s opened at the base of his eyeball and a long snake-like tongue wrapped around the contents in the jar.

You knew he ate teeth and you found some bite marks in your old clothes, but seeing him do it right in front of you and in this fashion was, well disturbing to say the least.

Finally he was done with his feast and shooed for you to the leave the room. After what you just saw you were perfectly fine with that. You closed the door, but pressed your face against the door.

There were strange fleshy noises for a couple of seconds. He opened the door, causing you to fall into his arms. He giggled and patted you on the head.

You looked up at him with a smile and cupped his face in your hands and warmly kissed him.

You pulled away and put a hand in his lips so he wouldn’t go in for another kiss.

“Okay, explain”

“I need materials for my faux body before I can fully shapeshift back. That’s what my snacks are for”

He giggled a little near the end with a big goofy smile on his face.

“And about the groceries?”

“It started raining, my fake body can’t handle water. I lost them darling, I’m sorry”

He nuzzled into your neck and you could feel him frown.

“That’s okay hun, we can just order some”

You could feel him start to smile softly after that.

“Oh, and I forgive you my love~”

He talked into your neck, softly purring and pulling you closer.

“You sure forgive quickly honey”

“How could I not!? You’re the love of my life! I love love love you! I could never be mad~”

You still felt a bit bad, but for now you just held him close, loving the warmth of his body. You stroked your fingers though his still slightly damp hair and kissed him on the neck softly.

He grabbed you by the small of your back and lifted you up, swinging you around and holding you bridal style, lovingly kissing you on the neck. He closed the door of your bedroom behind him and plopped you on the bed.

He wrapped a soft blanket around the both of you and held you tight to his chest, stroking you on the back. You wrapped your arms around his neck and put your head under his.

You knew you still had to clean, the house was still quite dirty.

But.

This was more important.

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#john doe #john doe game #john doe x you #john doe x reader #fanfic #house hunted game #bad fanfiction

[marvelmaniac715]

Sometimes I feel an overwhelming urge to write an intentionally bad fic as if one of the Lords in Black has tasked one of their Sniggles to write a fic shipping them with their favourite human but the Sniggles barely understand human languages and culture so it’s a mess and the Lord instructs the Sniggle to get rid of it but somehow it ends up published and the author’s note at the end is in character as the Lord going absolutely MENTAL because they also can’t figure out AO3’s system and now the fic is out there forever, tarnishing their name.

#starkid #team starkid #hatchetfield #hatchetverse #the hatchetfield series #hatchetblr #lords in black #the lords in black #sniggles #sniggle #fanfiction #ao3 #bad fanfiction #meta #plot ideas

[i-lovescarlettjohansson]

I think we all have at least one or two fanfics without a happy ending that we read a long time ago, but they never left our heads and we always end up imagining a happy ending for them, because they affected us in a different and inexplicable way and now we think about them at least once a week

#black widow x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha x y/n #natasha romanoff x you #fanfic #bad fanfiction #black widow #:d #:( sad #😭

[greytongue]

random prompt: thigh riding

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leon got stressed. a lot. god, when wasn’t he stressed? with work and dealing with the government’s bullshit, he was always tense. so to relieve his physical troubles he would ask, albeit awkwardly, for your affection.

you always happily obliged, you knew this poor boy was touch starved. some days you’d massage out his sore and overworked muscles, watch a movie, nap together. or some days it would get… heated.

today was one of those days. leon had a particularly rough week and he had asked for your touch, and you happily agreed. it started innocent enough, both of you on the couch hugging onto each other sitting upright. gently caressing each other, just feeling and mapping out each others skin. you started kissing, then he started gripping your ass and thighs, and now you found yourself sitting in his lap, your arms wrapped around his neck and his hands all on you. both of you were utterly breathless, you’d been making out for what felt like an eternity and you’ve barely given each other a break for air.

your tongues intertwined, his hands rubbed and squeezed at your hips encouragingly. you sighed into the kiss, you could feel how warm his hands were through your clothes. a nice tingle resonated in your body. you loved moments like this with him.

suddenly, leon decided to quickly take your bottom lip between his teeth before trailing soft kisses down your jaw onto your neck. everything you were feeling felt so heavenly and right, it shocked you how good he could always make you feel.

your head lolled to the side as he kissed and sucked on the sensitive skin of your throat. he found your pulse and focused on it, trailing his tongue on the area.

“shit, leon…” you shivered delightfully at the attention, hands gripping at his shoulders.

you feel the vibration of a hum on your skin and then he’s gripping your hips and pulling you closer to him. the sudden action caused your crotch to rub against his thigh, which in turn brought unexpected pleasure. you inhaled sharply, the feeling shot through your core and it forced a strained moan out of you.

leon halted his movements, as did you. slowly, he looked up as you hesitantly pushed back a little to look at him.

you stared at each in silence for a bit before an apology spilled from you, “i… i’m sorry, it’s just when you-“, leon interrupted you with a look and a smirk.

“no need to apologize, babe. that feel good?” his hands massaged at your hips again, this time it felt much more sensual, especially with that smirk on is face.

you gulped and nodded your head. leon shook his own, “words, babydoll.”

you felt your face heating up, was he seriously going to make you say it?

your eyes went down, trained on his lap, “yes… it felt good. really good.”

“you want me to do it again?”

“please.”

that’s all he needed.

one of his hands came up to your head to pull you into another heated kiss. you enthusiastically returned it, tilting your head to deepen it the best you could. his other hand guided your hips to roll, the friction was absolutely amazing. you grunted into the kiss, your arms strewn around his neck, hands gripping at the fabric covering his shoulder blades.

his hand fell from the back of your head and both of his hands were on your hips, making your hips grind hard and faster. you couldn’t help but whine, the pleasure was immense and his thigh was rubbing right where you needed him. you could feel his thigh moving with the rolls of your hips to encourage more friction, and by god was it working. not to mention his boner poking through his sweats.

the kiss became increasingly uncoordinated, but you both were loving it. he drank up all the moans and groans that left your throat, as did you from him. feeling that familiar knot of pleasure slowly begin to form in the pit of your stomach, you had to break away from the kiss.

you rested your forehead against his, panting heavily, hips still grinding away. your eyes were shut tight, focused on the pleasure and leon stared in wonder at your expression. he loved making you feel this good.

“leon,” you gasped out, “i don’t think i can last much- ah, shit!“, a particularly rough jerk of his hips interrupted you. he couldn’t help himself.

“mm, then don’t wait, baby. cum for me.” his hand came up to your jaw, moving your head so your throat was exposed and once again resumed the attention he had given before there. his tongue circled newly formed hickeys, leaving love bites and suckling on your carotid.

you hung your head back as the added sensations built up, strained moans spilled from you. all it took was just a few more hard thrusts before the band holding your pleasure snapped, and your orgasm washed over you. you cried out as the feeling numbed your senses and your thighs shook, collapsing onto leon completely. he had you, keeping you upright and assisting your shaking hips to keeping rolling on his leg to help ride out the orgasm.

once you collected yourself enough, you felt leon softly stroking your hair and whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

“that’s it, i’ve got you. breathe.”

you sighed into his neck, finally satisfied. you felt yourself drifting off.

“tired?” he pressed a kiss to your temple.

you nodded, stifling a yawn.

“alright, c’mon. off to bed with you.” he carefully picked you up, heading to the bedroom.

you hummed, but a thought crosses your mind.

“mm, wait. what about you?” you were so tired you nearly forgot about the hard on you’d been riding on for the past five minutes.

“don’t worry about it, you need your rest.” he mumbled, a slight rasp to his words.

“alright, well… i’m totally fucking you later.” you sighed comfortably as he laid you down on your shared bed. he smiled, petting your hair back before reaching for a wet wipe to clean you up.

“whatever you’d like, pumpkin.”

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy smut #smut fanfiction #resident evil 4 #resident evil #resident evil series #resident evil leon #bad fanfiction #smut #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy x reader

[phoenixyfriend]

I also made a "What does "it reads like bad fanfiction" mean to you, WHEN YOU SEE IT IN THE WILD, assuming no context?" version.

Some of these are 'what we who are in fandom mean' and some of them are 'what people on the outside mean,' and all are specifically about BAD fanfiction, not fanfic in general.

* Meaning between books or seasons, or when a new writer/showrunner takes over in a franchise where multiple writers are the norm (e.g. comics, superhero franchises, adaptations where the show's writer is not the book's writer)

** Making decisions that don't match their established characterization... or human logic, in order to further another character or plot needs without respect to the character

*** Certain plot points make sense only as a First Act Event that causes the plot, and if it happens any later in the story, it comes across as awkward and forced

#polls #phoenix polls #fanfiction #bad fanfiction #like bad fanfiction

[butchersmiles]

was the fanfic i wrote at age 12 good? no. but i did write this happening in the middle of the pool scene in the great game which is moderately hilarious to me 9 years later

#sherlock #writing tag #saved #jim moriarty #sebastian moran #bad fanfiction

[animekid236]

Fyodor is about to escape with the antidote to the poison Nikolai gave him and Dazai. Then as he is leaving the vampire piloting the ship bites him, and he finds out Dazai is alive and Chuuya was never a vampire to begin with. Then as the chopper is crashing Nikolai changes his mind about killing Fyodor and gets him out with his portal ability. After that he puts on an act and makes it look like Fyodor is dead. Then Fyodor goes right back to scheming and come up with a new plan.

The fact that Nikolai saves Fyodor is a theory that’s going around, it would be cool if it turned out to be right. But is there really even a slight chance that Fyodor came out of that alive?

I get the feeling that even if he did, it would make the rest of the story boring. He was a great villain and would be hard to match, but at the same time he had a pretty long part in the story and I feel like the author kind of burnt out the potential that Fyodor could have had.

Even if Fyodor came back as an ally to the armed detective agency, and he wasn’t lying about it. There’s a good chance that people wouldn’t enjoy it as much because Fyodor is a great villain like I said, and if he came back it might end up over shadowing what he has already done in the series.

Still though, is there even the slightest chance that Fyodor was saved? Considering that Dazai was there it would be unlikely, but then there was also the way Dazai was acting after the crash. It may be because he actually liked Fyodor, but I get the feeling he was having another one of his hunches.

#bsd fanart #bungo stray dogs dazai #fyodor and dazai #dazai #dazai fanart #bungo stray dogs fan art #bungo stray dogs #bsd #fyodor #anime #anime fanart #bsd fyodor #fyodor dostoevsky #osamu dazai #fyodor x dazai #bad fanfiction

[chaotic-planet]

so here's this cursed sentence my friend just created

#fanfic #fandom #fandom culture #wattpad #y/n #thanks mx. donal's #this is the worst/best thing I have ever read #fanfiction #bad fanfiction #cursed #cursed sentences

[a-pretty-nerd]

Fighting the cosmic urge to purify my soul by riding myself of the filth I have wrought on this cursed cite.

To purge myself of the horrors I cast upon yee.

Forgive me lord,

For I have committed the sins of sin:

Fanfiction

#bad fanfiction #fanfic #writing #i hate myself #forgive me father for i have sinned

[sleepdeprivedfyodor]

Hiiii I just read your fyodor fic and I love it🎀 and I would like to request fyodor x reader based on "spiracle" by flower face, I think the song fits him perfectly. Maybe you can write it from reader's POV, she's a little obsessed with Fyodor but it's one soded kind of. Also can you make it a little angsty please

And sorry for my bad English it's not my first language

𝖲𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗅𝖾

𝖯𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀: 𝖥𝗒𝗈𝖽𝗈𝗋 𝖣𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗒𝖾𝗏𝗌𝗄𝗒 𝗑 𝖲𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖮𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽! 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋.

𝖠/𝖭: 𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗆𝗀! 𝖠𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖥𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝖥𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇! 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀! ♥︎ 𝖡𝗍𝗐 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖯𝖮𝖵, 𝖨 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾, "𝖨," 𝖺𝗇𝖽 "𝖬𝗂𝗇𝖾," 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖨 𝖺𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝗒𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗅𝗈𝗅! 𝖤𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒!

𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖯𝖮𝖵: 𝖳𝗈 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝖨'𝗆 𝗈𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍.

𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗇, 𝖥𝗒𝗈𝖽𝗈𝗋, 𝖨'𝗆 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝖿𝖺𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖨 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖨'𝗆 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗋𝖾, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗍'𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗌. 𝖧𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗌, 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝖨 𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋.

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖨 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖡𝗎𝗍, 𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗁𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗐𝗌 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾, 𝖨 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗒𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗌, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗋. 𝖨 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝖾𝗑𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅, 𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨'𝗆 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗇, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽, 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗋, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝖽𝗅𝗒, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖼𝖾𝖽. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗌𝗍, 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗌, 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝗈𝗉𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖾. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝖨 𝖼𝗋𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖨 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉, 𝗆𝗒 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗆𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗌, 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗆𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽.

𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍, 𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗋𝖾.

𝖨'𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗃𝖺𝗂𝗅𝗈𝗋.

#anime #bsd #anime and manga #fanfic #bsd fanfic #bungou gay dogs #bungou stray dogs #idk how to tag this #request #fyodor x reader #fyodor dostoevsky #fyodor dostoyevsky bsd #bsd fyodor #bungou stray dogs fyodor #im obessed #flower face #bad fanfiction #fyodor fanfic #gee willikers #Readers POV

[badchatgptfics]

Miles Edgeworth x Reader - A Funny Twist of Fate

Prompt Given - write me a fanfic for Ace Attorney where Edgeworth is on his way to prosecute a trial, and while on his way to the courthouse he meets eyes with a beautiful woman, Y/N, outside. He gets flustered and she laughs, and he speeds into the courthouse. lo and behold Y/N happens to be the defendant on trial for the murder of Ded Gui, and Edgeworth is absolutely appalled, but Wright is her lawyer, so during a recess Edgeworth approaches Wright and says "If you don't get a Not Guilty verdict for her so I can take her out to dinner I swear to god Wright, I'll never let you hear the end of it"

Fic Generated -

The air was tense outside the courthouse as Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth made his way towards the entrance, preparing himself for another intense trial. His mind was focused on the case, his thoughts filled with strategies and arguments. But as he approached, he inadvertently locked eyes with a beautiful woman standing just outside.

Caught off guard, Edgeworth's composure faltered for a moment, and a faint blush colored his cheeks. Y/N, the woman who had captured his attention, chuckled softly, amused by his flustered reaction. She watched as he hurriedly made his way into the courthouse, leaving her standing there with a smile on her lips.

Inside the courtroom, the trial began, and to Edgeworth's shock and dismay, he discovered that Y/N was the defendant, accused of the murder of Ded Gui. The evidence against her seemed overwhelming, but as the proceedings unfolded, he couldn't help but feel a growing sense of unease.

During a recess, Edgeworth found himself standing face to face with Phoenix Wright, Y/N's defense attorney. Without wasting a moment, he approached him with a determined look in his eyes.

"Wright, if you don't secure a Not Guilty verdict for Y/N so that I can take her out to dinner," Edgeworth began, his voice carrying a mix of frustration and determination, "I swear to God, you'll never hear the end of it."

Phoenix blinked in surprise, momentarily taken aback by Edgeworth's unexpected request. He chuckled, recognizing the gravity of the situation. "Edgeworth, you're actually interested in her? Well, I suppose we'll have to do our best, won't we?"

As the trial resumed, Phoenix presented a formidable defense, methodically dismantling the prosecution's case and raising reasonable doubt. Edgeworth watched with a mix of awe and annoyance as Phoenix skillfully maneuvered, all the while knowing that the Not Guilty verdict he sought hinged on the outcome.

In the end, with the weight of evidence and Phoenix's skillful defense, the verdict was delivered: Not Guilty. Edgeworth felt a mix of relief and triumph flood through him. He had achieved his goal, though he would never admit how much it meant to him.

Outside the courtroom, Y/N stood waiting, her eyes filled with a mixture of gratitude and curiosity. Edgeworth approached her, a rare softness in his expression. "Y/N, it seems we are owed a dinner," he said, his voice betraying a hint of playfulness.

Y/N's smile brightened as she replied, "I suppose I can't turn down a dinner invitation from the prosecutor himself."

And so, amidst the triumph and the relief, Miles Edgeworth and Y/N embarked on a new chapter, their shared adventure filled with conversations, laughter, and a newfound understanding. As they sat across from each other at a candlelit table, the boundaries of the courtroom faded, leaving room for a connection that neither of them had anticipated.

In this tale of courtroom drama and unexpected romance, Miles Edgeworth learned that even the most steadfast and analytical hearts could be swayed by the gentle touch of fate and the laughter of a captivating woman named Y/N.

#miles edgeworth x reader #bad fanfiction #ai wrote this #ai fanfic #chat gtp #chat gpt #y/n #ace attorney #phoenix wright

[themildlyanxiousmage]

Loredas at Denny's

Characters: Reader insert, Erandur, Taliesin, Gore, Lucien, Miraak, General Tullius, Elenwen

platonic, but could be read as romantic with Miraak if you want

No plot, just breakfast

GN reader has social anxiety and is shorter than Taliesin and Miraak. Lore accurate heights, so everyone is shorter than Taliesin and Miraak. Reader is vegan. Just suspend your disbelief or pretend you're on a diet or something sorry.

This is my first fanfiction, so I apologize in advance. Also, I started it while drunk, but I feel like the drunk parts might be better, so sorry about that too.

And sorry about how I wrote the custom follower characters. I had a harder time writing them.

Not a modern au, there is just Denny's

Words: idk I wrote it on my phone's notepad

After successfully stopping Potema for the second time, your adventuring party decided to splurge for a celebratory breakfast at the Solitude Denny's. You hadn't been the biggest fan of eating out, but you had hopes that this could be a fun experience for the group. Erandur, the most mature out of your band of weirdos, led the group through the large wooden doors, followed closely by Lucien, Taliesin, Miraak, you, and finally Gore.

Erandur approached the entry counter and greeted the lone server, an argonian woman whose name tag read "Waits-Many-Tables."

"Good morning, my daughter. We would like a table for six, please." Erandur requested in his usual calm, comforting priest tone.

"BOOTH!" Gore shouted from the back.

The exhausted, overworked employee quietly sighed with a gentle eye roll and grabbed a stack of menus. She gestured for your group to follow and led you to a booth clearly meant for four. You could hear a quiet sigh come from General Tullius, who was seated at the booth next to yours. He was not very pleased to have such a large group seated so close.

"Perhaps we should request a table for six instead" Taliesin remarked.

"No tables for six available" Waits retorted.

"Not even in the back room?" Asked Erandur.

"Back room's reserved."

"This will be fine then. Thank you, my daughter."

"I'm calling a window seat." Taliesin said hastily as he slid into the booth connected to the back of General Tullius's.

"I would also like a window seat, please." Erandur politely requested. Everyone unseated quietly gestured for him to take the open seat, so he slid into the space opposite Taliesin.

"I will be on an outer seat." Miraak demanded in his deep, booming voice as he moved to stand next to the booth Taliesin was sitting in. General Tullius side eyed Miraak as he sipped his coffee.

"I wouldn't mind sitting between you two!" Lucien cheerfully stated as he stepped forward to slide in next to Taliesin, only to be stopped by Miraak shoving him away to the other side of the table.

Miraak grabbed your shoulder and pushed you in next to Taliesin. He slid in, sitting half way off the booth, pinning you between the two towering men. They both let out an uncomfortablely annoyed exhale as you scrunched your shoulders to try to make yourself smaller. Lucien quietly slid in next to Erandur, followed by Gore sitting with one leg out of the booth. Waits-Many-Tables placed menus in front of each member of your party, giving Erandur the senior menu and you the children's menu. Before either of you could protest, she was off tending to another table. You realized your hood was still up, and next to the two giants you're seated between, she must have mistaken you for a child. You glanced at Erandur and noticed a slightly disappointed look on his face.

"Are you going to ask her for a normal menu, Erandur?" You asked in a low tone, trying to keep quiet enough to not disturb the general sitting directly at your back.

"No, my child. I was intending to order from this menu when we came in." He responded priestishly. "But, I would have preferred to request the menu myself." he added with a short chuckle, trying to hide his pain.

You didn't want to go through the trouble of asking Waits to bring you a new menu, so you decided to see if you could find anything to order on the children's menu. Unfortunately, the only thing that would meet your dietary needs was a bowl of pre cut fruit for four gold. Disappointed, you thought that maybe you could look over Taliesin or Miraak's shoulders to read theirs. Taliesin was almost as scrunched as you were, so his menu was almost closed. No use trying to read his. You stretched your neck a bit outward to the side to get a better look at Miraak's without moving your torso at all. Miraak let out a mildly irritated sigh and held the menu closer to you, and you gave him a quiet thanks. Unfortunately, none of the meal options were vegan, but you did see a few more side options that you could use to build a nice breakfast. Maybe this meal wouldn't be so bad after all.

"Is that Elenwen?" Lucien asked, looking over his menu towards the entrance of the diner. Taliesin inhaled anxiously as he quickly buried his face deep in his menu. You heard the general nearly choke on his coffee, and you carefully turned as much as your neck would allow to see Elenwen and a party of five other thalmor gather in the entry. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Tullius trying to lower his head and carefully cover his face with his hand. To the relief of both Taliesin and the general, Waits-Many-Tables led the group of thalmor past both of the booths, and through the archway of the back dining room.

"Why are they here?" Taliesin hissed in a whisper tone. Gore leaned out of the booth a bit to try to get a better look through the archway far behind him, but saw nothing unusual. Just a group of thalmor sitting down during the Loredas breakfast rush.

"They're just sitting there, but they're at a pretty big table. Could probably seat a large party." Gore reported as he turned back to face the table. "Hey Blood," he whispered as he leaned towards you, resting his elbows on the table "Maybe the general would know."

All eyes from around the table shot at you like arrows, waiting for you to ask Tullius what was going on. You let out a dreading sigh, not happy to have to be the one to disturb the general during his breakfast, but resigned to the fact that you had the best shot out of anyone in your party to get an answer out of him. You carefully shifted and turned as best you could, slowly spinning around between the two giant men on either side of you until you were seated on your knees. You looked down at the back of General Tullius's head and quietly cleared your throat, hoping to get his attention. When he did not respond, a pain in your stomach grew as you realized that you would actually have to disturb him.

"Excuse me, General Tullius sir?" You asked quietly, voice shaking slightly. The general heard you. You know he heard you. But he did not respond. He took another sip of his coffee, slowly lowering his head even lower to try to deter you from talking to him.

"I'm sorry, General, may I ask a quick question?" You asked a bit louder, but still with a quiver in your voice. Again, no response. You started to shift back around, but you felt a strong, gloved hand grab your shoulder and hold you firm facing the general's direction. Miraak was not going to let you back down. You took a deep, shaking breath and gathered your strength. You shouted down dragons with barely any effort. You could ask General Tullius a simple question. You breathed in, and one more you inquired, "Excuse me general!"

Your voice made a sad, cracking squeak as you spoke. You heard a couple of quiet chuckles from your friends as you prepared to turn back around. But whether from pity at your feeble attempt to be assertive or just from a hope to get you all off his back, General Tullius sighed and turned around to face you, resting an arm on the back of the booth.

"Yes, dragonborn?" The general asked with an extremely apparent annoyance in his voice.

"Sorry to disturb you sir, but I was wondering if you knew why the thalmor were meeting here?" You asked in an anxious, hurried tone, visibility uncomfortable from the feeling of inconveniencing him. The general's face softened as he let out a sigh.

"No, I don't." He responded in much more understanding tone than the group was used to. "I was wondering myself, actually." He looked down with a deep pondering expression. Everyone sat in thought for a brief moment until Waits-Many-Tables brought over the general's grand slam.

"Okay. Thank you. Sorry, to disturb you, sir." You said as you slowly shifted back around to face your table. The general gave a quiet "no worries" nod and hand wave as he turned back to eat his biscuits and gravy.

"Is it possible they're just enjoying breakfast like we are?" Lucien asked. You all exchanged looks as you considered the possibility.

"More thalmor!" Gore warned. Taliesin buried his head again, and you heard the sound of choking from behind you. Six more altmer in thalmor robes walked past to join their comrades in the dining room.

"Taliesin, if you're worried about being noticed, why are you still wearing your old uniform?" You asked after the thalmor had cleared the archway.

"It's not my fault all of Skyrim's clothes itch and don't breathe!" Taliesin fired back.

Before anyone could discuss the new additions to the back room, Waits-Many-Tables walked up with her note pad to take orders. She looked at Erandur and waited for him to give his order.

"May I have the strawberry yoghurt with granola and a cup of canis root tea please?"Erandur asked politely. Waits wrote his order with a confirming grunt. She looked up towards Lucien, and you felt your chest tightening as you thought about how you were going to have to order.

"May I please have a French toast slam with scrambled eggs please? And just water is fine, thank you." Lucien asked in his polite, cheerful tone. Waits took down his order.

"I'd like a lumberjack slam, please. And a coffee and a glass of milk too please!" Gore stated. Waits took his order, then looked at Taliesin. You felt yourself jump with nervous anticipation as you prepared to ask about your order.

"May I please have the apple cinnamon pancakes, with a large glass of apple juice?" Taliesin asked in his song like tone. "And may I substitute the horker bacon for potatoes please?"

"No substitutions."

"I'll eat your bacon Taliesin!" Gore exclaimed.

"It's two gold to split a plate." Waits added.

"Then just keep it on my plate." Taliesin said with an exhale.

"We're out of large on the apple juice."

"Don't you just pour it into a glass?"

"We're out of large glasses. Slips-Often broke the last one this morning."

"Can you put it in two smaller glasses, please?"

"No."

"Okay." Taliesin said with confused acceptance. Finally, it was your turn. You felt your heart race as Waits's eyes met yours.

"Hi, I'm sorry, I was wondering if the hash browns were made with any animal products please? Sorry." You asked nervously as you heard a sigh come from both Miraak and the booth behind you.

"No."

"Okay, thank you. Then may I please order a side order of hash browns, a side of fruit, and a side of sourdough toast with no butter, and ice water please?" You asked quickly with a high pitch and hurried tone.

"We're out of sourdough. We have honey wheat."

"Then, uuuhhh, no thanks on the toast... please. Thank you." You sat back with an exhale, sinking back into the booth.

"Country fried steak. Side of fruit. Black coffee." Miraak asserted as he handed his menu to Waits. She wrote down his order and collected everyone's menus. As she left Gore's eyes turned to Taliesin.

"How're you going to hide now?" He asked. Taliesin's eyes widened at the realization.

"Miraak, may I borrow your-"

"No."

You gently patted Taliesin's shoulder. You stretched your neck a bit as you tried to get a better look through the back room's arch. You couldn't see much, but you could see Waits-Many-Tables taking the orders from a large banquet table. If orders were already being taken, then everyone was probably already back there, and hopefully you could enjoy a bit of peace. Maybe even be finished and leave before they left the back room. You sank back a bit and let out a quiet, content sigh. Yes, you were a bit squished, but you were safely tucked between two of your friends. And in Skyrim's cold, it wasn't so bad to be this close sometimes. As Waits came to set out your drinks, you started to feel a bit calmer. Maybe this meal would turn out okay after all.

"Elenwen." Miraak stated in a monotone voice as he brought his mug up to his face. Taliesin began to panic and tried to look down. Miraak ripped his mask off and passed it over to Taliesin, his arm almost smacking you in the face as Miraak reached across. Taliesin rushed to put it on, and then sat perfectly still, waiting for Elenwen to approach. Miraak calmly sipped his coffee, not looking up as she made her way over to your table.

"Dragonborn, what a pleasant surprise to see you here too." Elenwen spoke in a diplomatic, but assholeish tone. You knew she didn't mean a word of it.

"Nice to see you too." You said keeping your response short, trying not to shift nervously in your seat.

Why she was coming over to greet your group, you had no idea. You watched as she eyed everyone, making mental notes on each of you, stopping with surprised eyes as she made eye contact with the giant atmoran to your right. She did not expect to be met with Miraak's face, with skin almost translucent white from thousands of years of no sun exposure and dark green, glowing eyes that glared back at her. It would be amusing to see her caught off guard and confused if you weren't currently worried about Taliesin's own mental state right now. Her eyes drifted away from him before finally regaining their composure and locking back with yours.

"Dragonborn, it was a pleasure to see you." Her gaze shifted to Taliesin sitting stiffly in the corner. "Oh, and a pleasure to see you again, - "

A crash rang out, drowning out Taliesin's real name, much to the disappointment of everyone but him. You all looked over to see who you could only guess was Slips-Often on the floor surrounded by a pile of broken plates scattered about with some unlucky table's food. When you looked back, Elenwen was gone. Taliesin slowly pulled Miraak's mask off and quietly passed it back to Miraak, not looking at anyone as he sat silently.

Waits-Many-Tables came walking up to your table with a black tray full of plates. As she passed them out, Gore reached across the table to grab the bacon off of Taliesin's plate. Looking at his own plate of food, Lucien commented on how delicious the hash browns looked.

"They are good. They're made with horker fat. Very flavorful." Waits responded.

You put your fork full of hash browns back on the plate. Waits was gone before you could respond. Gore slowly reached for the small plate of hash browns, quietly asking if he could take them, and silently thanking you when you nodded.

As you contemplated whether you should try to order anything else to go with your tiny bowl of fruit, Miraak assertively pushed his side of fruit in front of you. He grabbed your horker grease covered fork from your hand and replaced it with his unused one.

"But Miraak, you ordered this specifically as a side for you. I can't-"

"Eat, dragonborn." Miraak commanded. You looked up at him and saw him look at you with much softer eyes than he usually displayed.

"Thanks, Miraak." For a second, you could have sworn you saw the corners of his mouth almost smile. Maybe eating out isn't so bad, as long as you have your friends with you to help you out.

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Can someone please help me find a fanfic I read a while ago

I remember it was a fanfic where y/n was in love with Natasha Romanoff but Natasha was in love and was dating Steve Rogers. Natasha was constantly harassed by several guys and y/n killed these guys and wrote things on their bodies as "rapist" "harasser"

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