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jamdoughnutmagician · 4 months

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Mr. and Mrs.

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader (18+)

In celebration of @oneforthemunny 's one-derful year, I wrote this fic inspired by this prompt. This fic is a fic of two halves, with an initial cute wedding day and then a slightly smuttier time in the honeymoon suit after the reception.

another highly requested, is a wedding. i love weddings and my guilty pleasure is wedding fics idk why, so give me that. you can follow the lore if they have it, or do whatever you want! proposal, ceremony, honeymoon- honestly whichever you want! where does it happen? what’s the details? who’s there? if you put vows i’m gonna sob so just fyi on that.

Word Count:2,490 (oops!)

Warnings:Cutesy wedding day fluff, Smut, Oral Sex (F Rec), Missionary position, Dirty talk, I think that's it unless I'm forgetting something; in which case feel free to shoot me a message so I can tag it.

Masterlist // Eddie Munson Masterlist

Eddie wasn't usually a nervous person. He was usually a loud, boisterous and confident person. That was until today. The big day. His wedding day.

He stood at the end of that altar in his perfectly tailored black suit, freshly pressed white shirt and tie, with the nerves bubbling in the pit of his stomach. When he thinks back to his younger years, he could never have imagined that something like this would be in his future.

Steve takes notice of how Eddie nervously fiddles with his hands, a habit he’s got into whenever things would get too much for him. He would always end up twisting his clunky metal rings around his fingers. Although for his big day he had removed all his precious rings, insisting that the only ring he wanted on his finger today was his wedding band. Nevertheless his nervous habit didn’t leave him, as he fiddled his fingers around his non-existent rings.

Taking his duties as his best man seriously, Steve takes a moment to offer a calming pat on his shoulder, helping to ground the jangled groom.

“You love her, she loves you, don't sweat it, man. You've got this.”

“Thanks, Steve.” Eddie sighs, before taking one more nerve-calming breath.

The music starts up, and everyone in the church stands to look to you,

You look like a vision in white, with delicate layers of lace, and tulle as you grace down the aisle towards him, a bouquet of pristine white roses and lilies in hand.

The music slows to a stop as you stand in front of him. His heart is beating so fast in his chest he wonders if you can hear it too.

“Y-you look beautiful.” Eddie stumbles over his words. He thought he would be so cool in this moment, but the moment he sees your face he can’t help the tears that gather in his eyes.

“You don’t look too bad yourself, Handsome.” you smile, reaching up to gently wipe away the tears from his eyes.

You take his hand in yours as you both turn to stand in front of the priest, who is ready to conduct the ceremony.

“Friends and family, we are all gathered here today to witness the union of Edward Theodore Munson and Y/N L/N,” the priest smiles as he gestures to each of you. “The happy couple have chosen to write their own vows, so please join me helping to celebrate their love for each other.”

“Sweetheart, I couldn't believe my luck that when I asked you out all those years ago, you said yes. Just from that one small date, I knew that I never wanted you out of my life, that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. You’re an amazing person, and everyday I fall in love with you a little bit more. I know I may not be the perfect man, but you make me want to be a better man, and everyday I try hard to do my best by you. Waking up to your face makes my world a little brighter every time and I promise to stand by you, and to love you with every last beat of my heart.” Eddie finishes with a soft smile playing at his lips.

You feel your heart warming at Eddie’s vows, he always had a way with words, and it’s no surprise to you that his vows were nothing short of heart-meltingly romantic.

“My dear Eddie, you are not only the love of my life, but more importantly than that you are my best friend, and getting to stand with you today in front of all our friends and family and tell you how much you mean to me is something that I will cherish forever. You make me feel so safe and loved, and I can only hope that I make you feel the same way. I promise to always be there for you and support you, and I can’t wait to continue making memories with you.”

You manage to get through your vows without breaking down in floods of tears, as you smile brightly at your soon-to-be-husband.

“Now it is time to exchange rings.” the priest voices to everyone.

Steve hands over the ring to Eddie as the priest tells Eddie to repeat after him.

“I, Edward Theodore Munson, take you Y/N L/N, to be my wife. To have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish till death do us part.”

Nancy hands you the ring she’d been holding for you, then the priest turns to you, to read you the same vows for you to repeat.

“I, Y/N L/N, take you, Edward Theodore Munson, to be my Husband. To have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish till death do us part.”

You each slide the wedding band on each other’s ring finger as the priest speaks once more.

“You have now exchanged rings. These rings are a symbol of your commitment, love and devotion to each other, and serve as a reminder to honour the vows you have declared in this church. It now gives me great pleasure to pronounce you as husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

Eddie smiles brightly before leaning close to kiss you sweetly once and then winding one hand around your waist and the other to cradle your head as he dips you into another heated kiss.

You laugh into the kiss, vaguely registering the flash of Jonathan’s camera going off, perfectly capturing the moment.

“Sorry, I just couldn’t resist you.” Eddie smirks at you.

Yeah, you had definitely made the right choice. This was the dork you wanted to spend the rest of your life with.

You and Eddie stumble into your hotel room in a fit of giggles after enjoying a few glasses of champagne at your wedding reception. The party had long been finished now, with everyone making their way home, and you and Eddie staying the night in the hotel’s honeymoon suite.

“I can’t believe it, we literally just got married..like that’s a thing we just did!” you babble in an excited breath.

“I know! And I can’t believe I get to call you my wife!” Eddie cheers as he picks you up and spins around with you in his arms and placing you back down with a kiss to your lips.

You turn your back to Eddie for a moment before looking at him from over your shoulder. His dark curls have been set free from their bun, as they fall around his shoulders. The tie around his neck has been loosened and the top button of his shirt undone, revealing a glimpse of the tattoo on his chest.

“Unzip me?” You ask him, your voice dripping with a sultry tone.

Eddie wastes no time in making his way over to you as fingers work to slowly drag the zipper of your wedding dress down your back, his lips kissing softly against the exposed skin of your shoulder.

You step out of your dress, leaving yourself in the floral, white, lacy lingerie that you had picked out especially for tonight.

Eddie gives a cheeky wolf-whistle of appreciation as you twirl around, as make yourself comfortable on the King-sized bed.

Eddie feels his cock kick up in anticipation for what was to come.

“You gonna join me or what, Mr. Munson?” You tease with a light breathy chuckle.

In a flash Eddie is stripping off, throwing his suit jacket on the back of a chair, until only his boxers remain. The material doing very little to hide his straining erection.

“Who would I be if I kept my wife waiting?” He smiles as he steps closer to the bed, before leaning in to kiss his lips against your ankle, and trailing his kisses up your legs, and prying your thighs open to place kisses on the inside of your thighs.

His fingers hook themselves in the waistband of your panties a smirk.

You quickly reach up behind your back to unclasp your bra as his fingers teases the elastic of your panties.

“As lovely as these are, they've got to go.” he murmurs, placing one more kiss to the soft skin of your thighs before dragging the lace down your legs.

“There she is. My pretty girl..” Eddie almost purrs out as he’s greeted by the sight of your pussy.

He makes himself comfortable, lying down on the bed between the spread of your thighs.

“Can I taste you, Sweetheart?” He asks oh so innocently, his big brown eyes sparkling with a cheeky glint as he looks up at you.

Your shy nod of your head and little whine of ‘please’ is all the go-ahead that Eddie needed before he was dragging his tongue from the bottom of your slit to the top, swirling his tongue around your clit before sucking it between his plump lips.

His tongue laps at your dripping wetness, eager to taste and to please you.

He gently slips one of his dexterous, guitarist's fingers inside your wet heat and begins to work in and out of you at a leisurely pace, flicking his tongue over your clit, enjoying the mewling whines that fall from your lips.

“Eddie…please..” you whine as you tug your fingers into his dark curls.

Eddie pulls away from you, his lips glossy with your wetness.

“Please what, Sweetheart? Can’t give it to you unless you tell me what you want.” he teases with a smile.

“Want you to make me cum..please..” you plead as you shamelessly try to grind your hips against his face.

“Well, when you ask me so sweetly like that, it would be a crime to deny you.” he purrs before going back in to attach his lips around your clit, making sure to rub against that spot inside you that has you squeezing so tightly around his finger.

He knows you're close, he knows your body as well as anything, and those tell-tale breathy moans that fall from your lips let him know just how badly you need it.

“That's it..there's my pretty girl, cum for me, sweetheart.”

It didn't take very much more than a few passes of Eddie's tongue lapping at your dripping cunt and his fingers hitting inside you just right before you were falling over the edge of pleasure with a wet gush. Squirting around fingers as his tongue teases your pussy gently to help you ride out your high.

Eddie pulls his mouth away from your glistening cunt once more, a lazy smirk gracing his face.

“You taste amazing as always, Mrs. Munson.” he smiles, enjoying the way that your new title just rolls off his tongue so perfectly. Like you were always meant to be his wife. Like you were always meant to be Mrs. Munson.

“Come up here, Eddie, I just wanna feel you, please..” you tell him as you urge him up from between your thighs. He takes a moment to free himself of the tight constraints of his boxers, letting his cock slap up against the trail of fuzzy hair below his navel.

He crawls his way up your body, his lips continuing to explore and kiss every soft inch of exposed skin. His kisses blazing a hot trail, up your body, stopping at your breasts as he takes the time to swirl his tongue around each of your nipples, teasing it into a hardened bud.

“You wanna feel me, Sweetheart? Want me to make love to you?” he murmurs between kisses pressed to your lips.

Eddie needed no further affirmation than your little breathy moan of ‘yes please’ before he was pressing his cock’s tip at your entrance, slowly easing himself inside inch by inch.

He steadies himself on his arms, caging you safely underneath his gaze, as he gently sweeps the stray hair that’s fallen across your eyes.

Kissing your lips once more he smears the sticky bead of pre-cum that pools from his tip over your clit, before beginning to rock his hips into you, filling you with every pulsing inch of his cock. Sliding home into the warmth of your walls hugging against him.

“Feels so good…Making me feel so good, Teddy..” you whimper, the nickname falling from your lips so sweetly.

He continues to roll his hips into you, each time making you shudder in pleasure underneath him.

His large hand reaches out to find your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours, his brown eyes softening when he sees your golden wedding band decorating your dainty finger. The reminder that you were in this with him for the rest of your lives made his heart bloom with love.

“My beautiful wife…I love you so much, Sweetheart…” he kisses you softly once more, letting his tongue sweep between your lips.

Your hand reaches down between your two bodies, your deft fingers rubbing in precise circle around your clit as he fucks into you. The building tension in your stomach grows with every steady thrust of your husband's cock into your pulsing heat.

“Fuck…Sweetheart, you feel so good, swear this pretty little pussy was just made for me…” his raspy voice rumbles out, as he places a sloppy kiss into the crook of your neck.

His movements get sloppier as he chases both his and your highs, his hips working to make you both feel good.

“Come on Sweetheart, one more, for me please, wanna feel you squeezing around me..” he murmurs, as his unrelenting thrusts continue to rut into you.

With the way your own fingers were rubbing so deliciously around your clit, and Eddie’s cock filling you so perfectly every time, it wasn’t long before you pushed over the edge, whimpering with a shuddering moan as you tightened around his length, riding out the high of your orgasm.

Eddie followed you soon after, his breath ragged as he pushed into you one final time, his hips still as he filled you with his release. Throbbing hot spurts of white into you, as he too rides out the high of his orgasm.

You both stay like that for a moment, not bothering to move, just wanting to feel the closeness of each other. To feel each other’s bodies.

Eddie’s hand holds your face tenderly, his thumb brushing against your cheek softly.

“I love you so much, sweetheart.” He kisses you sweetly.

“I love you too, Teddy.” you smile into the kiss, a warmth blooming in your chest as you do.

It had been the perfect end to the perfect day, and you couldn’t wait to continue spending the rest of your life with the man you loved so dearly.

@slutty-thevampireslayer @penguinsandpotterheads @xxhellfirebunnyxx @mrsjellymunson @onegirlmanytales

#Eddie Munson x reader #Eddie Munson x female reader #Eddie Munson x reder smut #Eddie Munson x female reader smut #Eddie Munson smut #Eddie Munson x reader fanfic #Stranger Things fanfiction

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gamebird · 8 months

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Murderathin Rec List

As compiled by the denizens of the New Tideland MB/G channel! The greatest hits of TMBD's most popular frenemy ship - the fics that got us into it, and the fics we made because of it. "PR" are quotes from us as we talked back and forth about what was awesome about the fic, or from AO3 comments. All works are complete except Enemies, Closer.

The Long Emergency by murderbot Words: 56,866 Rating: Teen and Up Summary: Trapped on the survey planet when the last emergency beacon fails, Murderbot and the PreservationAux team scramble to survive deadly fauna, cruel weather, scarce resources, and GrayCris's armed hunting parties. In a grueling ordeal spanning two planetary years, Murderbot becomes closer to its humans than it ever thought possible. PR: “the absolute ur-Murderathin fic”, “an absolute stunner”, “that’s the one that got me into the ship”, "This fic is amazing! Murderbot's voice and everyone's characterizations were so on-point, and all of the details of their survival on this planet and the action scenes were so well-fleshed out.", "The first MB/G fic on AO3!"

Recollection by murderbot Words: 30,753 Rating: Teen and Up Summary: SecUnit and Gurathin agree to be married, temporarily, for ease of travel during an assignment. After a violent encounter and a bad wormhole jump, they crash land on a habitable planet and discover their entire ship is suffering from amnesia. Nobody remembers anything from their past. The ship's records are badly scrambled. The planet is too far for anyone to reach safely. When Gurathin and SecUnit find the record that indicates they are married, they build a life together as marital partners, not knowing their union is based on a lie. PR: “I love pain”, “It absolutely broke me”, “still haunts me”, “wonderful”, " I'm so full of bittersweet emotions", "I was this close to crying for a few chapters, and the ending was perfect."

Enemies, Closer by Abacura, Gamebird, IHopedTheredBeStars, opalescent_potato, Rosewind2007, theAsh0 Words: 104,478 (WIP) Rating: Teen and Up Summary: When a Combat SecUnit with identical genetics to Murderbot is sent to Preservation Station to commit a massacre, the delicate balance between Murderbot, ART, and Dr. Gurathin shifts, putting all four of them on a collision course. PR: “a wonder and a delight”, “my favorite one”, "Rock-Paper-Scissors dom dynamics in which ART is the secret fourth option, Dynamite", "Can't wait for more!", "A monumental collaboration!"

Boots by opalescent_potato Words: 5,762 Rating: General Audiences Summary: Murderbot learns a little more than it wanted to about Gurathin's mysterious past. PR: “such a great, quiet study in emotional intimacy and shared trauma. Also has an absolutely amazing Oh. Oh no moment.”, "this feels like the realest depiction of poverty trauma I've ever seen in fanfic", "Info dumping as a love language. Learning self care from the most particular human."

Boots by gnomeskillet Words: 2,797 Rating: General Audiences Summary: "I'm going to fix your boots," he explained, talking to me like I was a small human child that didn't know anything. At least he kept his eyes on the floor while he did it. "They're a mess and if you want them to last longer, then you need to take care of them." PR: “this entire fic got me", "Omg who knew shoe shines could be so full of tension??", "This was sort of in kink no man's land, in between the barbed wire embankments of desire and fulfillment."

No Peace/No Rest by IHopedTheredBeStars Words: 4,363 Rating: Teen and Up Summary: Though Dr Gurathin eventually accepts the addition of SecUnit a.k.a. Murderbot to PreservationAux, and even assists in its recovery & rehabilitation after the corporate gunship debacle, he never warms up to it like the others do—at least according to our unreliable narrator, Murderbot itself! Let’s assume Murderbot is right this time. So what’s up with that?? This story takes place (chronologically) after Fugitive Telemetry and just before Network Effect. PR: “an excellent MB&G fic”, "So many fantastic ideas in here", "This is such a great look at grappling with the guilt of having taken a life, and being stripped of that comforting denial that it wasn't a person."

Mutually Trusted Network Affiliates by Gamebird Words: 16,517 Rating: Explicit Summary: Murderbot finds itself in a dilemma. It has discovered Gurathin likes it and decides it has to do something about this. This one's for the shippers. PR: “a cornerstone Murderathin fic, but it low-key requires reading pretty much the entirety of the Gamebird cinematic universe”, "MB a chapter ago: Ew, no! We didn't have sex! MB now, gazing derisively at Gurathin's sex toy suggestions: What is this shit? Are we fucking or are we fucking?", "using these characters to explore alternate modes of sexuality and explore what intimacy means, as itself, when divorced from the usual biological drives and cultural frameworks is brilliant"

Gurathin’s Side of the Story by Gamebird Words: 51,849 Rating: Teen and Up Summary: A retelling of The Murderbot Diaries from Gurathin's point of view. PR: “An incredible character study that adds so much depth to Gurathin. The reader falls in love with him every step of the way (and Murderbot does too)”, "There are so many moments where this story just drop-kicks me with how real it is.", "a lovely view into Gurathin‘s CR background, augments, and his soft belly under that armadillo shell."

It Was Only A Kiss by Gnomeskillet Words: 2,102 Rating: Teen and Up Summary: Frustrated and desperate, Murderbot hauls Gurathin into an alleyway and makes out with him in order to avoid Station Security. Hey, it has a 100% success rate in media! PR: “excellent”, “Incredibly sexy and very sweet.”, "Dom Murderbot absolutely wrecking Gurathin while not really knowing what the hell it's doing is my favorite flavor"

Pressing Down On Me, Pressing Down On You by Gnomeskillet Words: 1,061 Rating: Not Rated Summary: I was just thinking about MB pressing down on Gurathin's augments like how ART presses down on MB in the feed, and I like thinking about MB being tsundere about taking care of its least favorite augmented human. It doesn't LIKE Gurathin, he's just less annoying this way. PR: “ahhh yes this one was absolutely one of the ones that made me go OHHHH. It made me so invested in their relationship”, "Poor Gurathin doesn't know what he's getting into, good thing Murderbot is so nice XD", "I love the idea of cuddling in the feed."

Just to Suffer the Pressure by Chyoatas Words: 2,113 Rating: Explicit Summary: He was already out of breath when he let his hand press to his throat. (That hadn’t been in the original plan. This was already too close- too fraught. It was already embarrassing enough (and hotter for it, but he wouldn’t admit it.)) PR: “Okay we were all thinking it. There are not nearly enough fics where Murderbot erotically asphyxiates Gurathin.”, "this is insanely good holy shit", "unhinged screaming I can't form words, this is everything I want it to be"

Murderathin NSFW Zine Comic by Chyoatas Words: 1,069 Rating: Explicit Summary: My NSFW comic from the Murderbot Diaries NSFW Zine! Alternative text description of the comic is embedded in the images. PR: "So hot!", "sweet, naughty, and snarky", "So much thought went into this. The closer I look, the more details pop out at me!"

Purr by Rosewind2007 Words: 3,448 Rating: Teen and Up Summary: I saw a post by someone saying: “Wouldn’t it be nice if humans could just purr, like cats. You could let people know you were happy without talking about your feelings or anything...” And I thought: it’d be nice if Murderbot could purr. So, here you are. PR: “Ah yes, my favorite trope. Murderbot purring when it's happy!”, "MB your friends care about you!", "This was adorable and I loved it"

Sex Pollen by Rosewind2007 Words: 7,240 Rating: Teen and Up Summary: Atypical human and para-human courtship behaviors and coitus triggered by xeno-floral microgameteophytes Abstract: Twenty four (24) subjects were exposed to xeno-floral microgameteophytes (XFM). Atypical behaviors were recorded by all but two (2). PR: “the yearning”, “I love watching Murderbot and Gurathin dance around each other in this. Both trying so hard to be normal and just internally yearning to be close to each other. The longing is so palpable!”

Bundling by Rosewind2007 Words: 18,348 Rating: Teen and Up Summary: It was a stupid accident. We’d identified the presence of space debris in this sector, including pieces large enough to deflect the course of a small transport; but my Risk Assessment Module was happily burbling in the low teens (it really needs replacing, but I’m quite fond of its optimism now) and ART had calculated the risk of an actual collision as approximately 1 in 159,753. But of course we were that one. And of course the client I was with would be that one. PR: "And thereby, Murderbot, SecUnit, discovered it loved itself.", " A wonderful story", "That last line is just so perfect"

The Corporate and the Construct by beeayy Words: 87,919 Rating: Teen and Up Summary: Bots and constructs have taken over the Corporate Rim. When PreservationAux is captured sneaking into AI-controlled space, someone must stay behind with the sophisticated bot-pilot that remembers a lot less than it thinks it does, and the rogue SecUnit with more anxiety and depression than anyone knows. PR: “my favorite AU”, “fantastic”, “An amazing AU. Great marriage of Fairy Tale elements with Robot Overlords.”, "This fic was such an amazing ride", "I had emotions and cried at the last chapter. Good job!"

I Hate The Way I Don’t Hate You by beeayy Words: 53,345 Rating: Teen and Up Summary: Murderbot hates Gurathin, though the reason changes on a daily basis. PR: "I love this whole thing", "These two ridiculous assholes *always* end up meeting in the middle", "I love fake marriage fics especially when it's enemies to lovers."

Maintenance Protocol by Abacura Words: 5,762 Rating: Explicit Summary: I’m worried about SecUnit. This isn’t the first time I’ve caught it making a face that looks like it's in pain. I worry that it isn’t taking care of itself, that without a cubicle, it needs maintenance that it isn’t telling us about. I wish it would tell me. I wish it would let me take care of it. I could take such good care of it. PR: “smoking hot, I wholeheartedly recommend”, "The maintenance was so perfect and then it was done and I figured so was the fic but holy fuck (literally)", "This is the good stuff. This is perfect."

Fuckboy Strategy by The_Onion Words: 6,203 Rating: Not Rated Summary: 'Can you know you don’t like something without trying it?' I'd texted Ratthi. He responded, 'Sure! But trying things out is always a good idea :D' which I am sure he would not have said if he’d known what I was talking about. // Murderbot explores idioms, the ethics of ghosting, and its own sexuality. PR: “Ah yes, my favorite trope. Murderbot being an absolute bull in the china shop of Gurathin’s heart.”, "so good and so funny i am beside myself", "made me laugh out loud"

Construct, Social by kiwisson Words: 1,852 Rating: General Audiences Summary: Late-night human behavior discussions with your favorite deadly weapon. PR: “the vibes are really good”, “Perfect tag is perfect: You Jerks Talk A Lot For People Who Hate Each Other”, “a fascinating example of the first tagged MB&G which shows many themes already emerging!”

Imperfect Reactions by xianvar Words: 1,324 Rating: Teen and Up Summary: It’s a normal evening with friends – easy laughter, Bharadwaj stopping by to chat, Gurathin and Murderbot sniping at each other, Murderbot letting Gurathin tease it… wait, what? PR: “exterior POVs are always SO good”, "there's so many little characterizations in this fic and its really delightful!", "Adorable!"

#the murderbot diaries #murderathin

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vostok3-ka · 16 days

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Hello!!! *throws these at you*

🕯️ ⇢ on a scale from 1 to 10, how much do you enjoy editing? why is that?

🎲 ⇢ what stops you from writing more in your free time?

🍬 ⇢ post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character

🔪 ⇢ what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

HELLO SADIE! Ahh, thank you so much for the questions, fella. Sorry for the late reply, it was Eid yesterday so I was so busy <3 (It was so fun!)

🕯️- I would have to say a solid 4. I do not enjoy reading back my work, I always cringe too hard, but the satisfaction of finding a little bit that is awkward and molding it into a better, much more seamless piece really strikes a chord on the satisfaction machine, and it's real nice. The only reason I gave it this low of a rating is really the inability to re-read my stuff. I wish I could do it without wanting to die in a hole, but alas! I cannot lmao.

🎲- Honestly, just lack of confidence and motivation. I always have a lot of ideas I really want to write about, and a lot of plots and directions I want my stories to take, but I don't have a lot of confidence, and then I just don't- write. I should probably gain a little bit more self-confidence with my writing, and then the words will probably flow well! Another reason is the fact that I do really struggle with getting the words down. I have the pictures in my head, but getting words to form those pictures down on paper (or screen) is incredibly difficult to do in a satisfying manner. I suppose I might be a bit of a perfectionist when it comes to writing in that I want my work to be perfect, which isn't really possible.

🍬- Oh boy I love these questions haha. Here is one that I think is somewhat controversial. I really appreciate the fact that in the panels of the show, they didn't change his name to The White Wolf. It sorta of, to me, shows that as much as he might not like it, he still was and till now is the Winter Soldier. Some people say that it isn't fair that Sam got his arc as Captain America and Bucky didn't get his transformation into the White Wolf, but I just- I don't know, I like the idea of him reclaiming the title Winter Soldier. He might try to run from it, or to hide his past, but in the end people still recognize him as the Winter Soldier, and people recognize Sam as the new Captain America. The show didn't show any parts of the White Wolf, and still showed how Bucky falls into his fighting stance easily and with grace. It shows the characters using the Winter Soldier title to advance in their mission, and it shows the fact that being the Winter Soldier is still a major playing factor in Bucky's life, whether it's the past coming back to haunt him, or the fact that he is still seen as a criminal (he IS a criminal that boy broke a terrorist out of prison and missed court mandated therapy LMAO). Idk, I just quite like it. I like the idea of Bucky realizing that he cannot escape his past, and that he can, even though he is the "former" Winter Soldier, he can still be good. Sort of like Natasha not giving up the title Black Widow even though she defected from the Red Room. Yeah. And I think that might be quite unpopular to some!

🔪- Oh one of the weirdest things I have had to research is veterinary medication and psychiatric treatments in the 1980s Soviet Union. I am still in the process of researching this for a current fic I am working on, but yeah. It's super absurd to me. It's such an odd topic, and it is incredibly difficult to find English source material, so I keep having to grind through texts with my A2 Russian and Google Translate haha. It's super interesting though, and in the process of this, I have fallen down several rabbit-holes including the common Soviet village house, Caucasian last name meanings and frequencies, and, my favourite, 80s Soviet music!

Thank you bunches for the ask, I had a lovely time thinking up the answers and writing them down!!! I hope you are having a lovely day/night!

#vostok answers #ask game

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miscelunaaa · 1 year

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flurious | ksj

pairing: seokjin x female reader

genre: college au ig. slice of life?? really I have no idea tbh

summary: it's fine, you're not mad at your best friend at all! in fact!! you're so fine that you're going to work off some steam just to prove how fine you are!!

rating: T for too much swearing

word count: 3k

warnings: Based On Real Events™️ (at least in part). Reader can’t ice skate. Lots of swearing. Reader is a stubborn piece of shit (affectionate). Himbecile Namjoon (derogatory). Unrequited crushes if you squint. Very cold winter environments. Small college vibes. Lots of talk about falling on one’s butt and bruises and common impact injuries associated with learning how to do coordinated things like ice skating for the first time; reader’s a tough nugget, she’s doing great. She might also have a slight pain kink oops. Vague prejudice against tenors I’m sorry. Crack if you squint. Angst if you squint. The only thing fluffy about this fic is Jin’s coat tbh, it’s intended to be more of a slice of life than anything else.

notes: Hi. It's missing Seokjin hours in the emothy household so have a short oneshot that I started months ago and randomly finished last night when I couldn't sleep. This really is actually based on a real experience I had, but that's all I'm going to say about the matter alksjhfalsjkdh

For once, I’m not feeling super long winded, so we’re going to leave it at that! Enjoy <3

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The student union is vacant when you walk into its warm, welcoming arms. It’s perfect. No one can judge you for what you’re about to attempt and that’s exactly what you want.

“I’d like to rent a pair of skates please,” you ask the student worker at the desk.

She blearily looks up from a thick textbook and asks for your shoe size before standing to fetch them from the equipment closet. In return for the skates, you leave your student I.D. The entire exchange takes mere seconds. You haven’t even regained the warmth in your nose before you’re stepping back out into the cold night and stomping off to the shabby, makeshift ice rink on the quad.

It’s a clear evening. The stars flicker coldly above, making the eerie yellow light of the campus’s many lamp posts seem warm in comparison. It’s a Saturday evening; no one’s wandering around the tiny college at this strangely late hour, not with a foot of snow pack on the ground, so there’s no one around to watch you angrily try to teach yourself to ice skate.

Anger comes naturally to you. It’s easy, if not outright comfortable, for you to just sit and stew in the emotion. Yet still it’s all to your detriment, making you feel frazzled and out of control. Times like this call for full body distractions, and what’s better than teaching yourself something you’ve literally never done before?

Falling on your ass is the perfect distraction from your asshole best friend’s bullshit right now. It’s fucking perfect and nothing is stopping you from doing this, least of all him. After all, he’s the one who came back from winter break with a fancy new hair cut and now allll the girls are like “uwu Joonie you look so nice without the perm.” While he’s getting all that attention there’s nothing to stop you from sneaking away, because why on earth would he pay attention to you, his fucking best friend, when he could be paying attention to girls far cuter than you even if they’d thought he was gross when he had the perm? God he’s so fucking stupid.

It doesn’t bother you at all. You don’t really see the difference anyway. He’s still a total freak even without the perm so you don’t really get the hype. It’ll take five minutes for the fawning to cease because in that time he’ll open his big dumb mouth and anyone with two brain cells to rub together will see how much of a dweeb he still is. Even so, the people continue to come in flocks and crowd you out. There’s alway someone new who wants to look at the newly pretty boy.

Fuck ... being ignored like that (to your face!!) fucking hurts. Anger is always preferable to the sting of being ignored. The anger means that you’re at least trying to be productive, even as you hide yourself away from the world. The cold is as good a shield as any.

You sit on the rickety edge of the rink and kick off your boots. Carefully, you pull on each skate and lace them up tight, making sure that your ankles have no room to roll. You find yourself swearing angrily as your gloved hands struggle with the laces, but your anger bolsters your persistence. Nothing can take you down from this high, not even the threat of absolutely biffing it like you know you’re going to.

It takes a moment to talk yourself into standing once you’ve set the blades to the ice. “Just stand to start” is what you tell yourself. After a few moments, and a flash or two of dimples in your mind’s eye, you get yourself to stand.

With arms flailing, you stay upright for a good ten seconds. Your fatal flaw, however, is hubris. In your hubris you thought you could take a tentative step forward.

As it turns out, ice can smell fear and has an impact play kink.

You stare up at the sky for a moment after your first fall. Your ass hurts and will probably ache like a bitch tomorrow, but honestly you’re kind of a masochist; you’re not not into this. Why else would you be in this situation, so angry with your annoyingly cute freak of a best friend that you can hardly function? You knew he was handsome underneath the questionable aesthetic choices, and you knew he was dumb enough that he’d start ignoring you to talk to people he was more romantically interested in as soon as he fixed his appearance. You always knew this would happen, and yet you invested time in him anyway. You always rate last; experiencing this pain was only a matter of time.

And yet, the seconds tick by. You steel yourself and carefully stand, avoiding a second slip, but only just. You narrow your eyes at your goal: the rink wall opposite of where you started. You’re going to fucking do this, falls be damned. It’s like ten yards. You can totally do this. You’re going to make this stupid ice your bitch.

Eight seconds later, you’re on your ass again. But hey, you made it a few feet forward. Progress is still progress in spite of accrued costs.

And so you stand again. You try doing that pushing thing with the blade of the skate, but something in your body doesn’t expect to move, so you wobble unsteadily for a moment. A breath, and then another push, more gently this time. Ah, you’re doing it! Yet another push and—

Well ... At least the stars make good company. Your elbow hurts this time; you must’ve whacked it in the fall. Feels like it’ll bruise but that’s just the cost of doing business with this rink and your own stupidity. You carefully scramble up, and try again.

When you finally make it to the other side of the rink, you’re so excited that you trip into the little wall. At least you can catch yourself with your hands this way. And hey, moving to a sitting position isn’t so hard! The cold soothes your achey butt as you let yourself relax for a moment.

Maybe this was a stupid idea. You can feel the high of white hot rage beginning to cool. You’re not sure if it’s the pain or the exertion. Maybe it’s time to pack up and return the skates. It’s getting late after all, you probably need to at least try to sleep.

You’re so mired in your thoughts that you almost miss the backlit figure appear, exiting the student union. Whoever it is is wearing a big puffy coat, and they have something odd looking in their hands. After a moment you realize, heat crawling up your neck, that the item in their hands is a pair of skates, and they’re walking across the quad to the rink.

You stand quickly, albeit unsteadily, as if to show that the rink is occupied, but alas, they seem undeterred. Shit. The only thing that could make this worse is if you were to suddenly loose your balance.

Lo and behold, fate has a sense of humor, and you do just that before you can think to do anything else.

You grimace as you sit up. You weren’t expecting an audience for this. As the figure approaches, you see that it’s one of the guys who works the student union’s cafe some evenings. He’s always seemed nice enough and ugh, he’s cute too. He’s got these broad shoulders that your friends love to stare at while they wait for their drinks to be made. Definitely not the audience you’d prefer if you must have one. As you scramble back upright, he sits at the edge of the rink and starts to unlace his boots.

“Hello,” he says quietly, glancing up as he pulls on a skate. His voice is low, with a rich timbre you didn’t expect. He sounds like he might be a tenor. You hate tenors. You hate musicians. Namjoon’s a musician too, the bastard.

“Hi,” you reply flatly, trying not to grit your teeth in frustration. You don’t even look at him when he looks at you; you don’t need his approval, and looking at him will just make you shy. You don’t have time for that shit, damn it. With care, you try to push forward again, before stopping, arms flailing. You only just manage to preserve your balance and straighten up so you can try again.

The intruder watches you warily as he starts to pull on his rented skates. You can feel the press of his curiosity on the back of your neck and you don’t know how to politely ask for him to simply not.

You’re pretty sure you see him flinch when your skates suddenly, but inevitably, slip out from beneath you, leaving you sprawled out on your ass, the ice beneath cold yet soothing for your bruised buttocks. And yet, he says nothing as he pushes off from the side of the rink, gracefully no less. He says nothing as you pull yourself up again, only to fall again as well, just as you were finding your balance. You take a deep breath, fog slowly coming from your lips as you let it out. Once you’re to your feet again, and without falling this time, you can’t help but let yourself smile, just a little, just to yourself.

Giving up whomst? You could never.

For a moment, you just stand on the ice, breathing and letting yourself feel the skates wrapped around your feet and ankles. Just a small push now. Can’t let this rando see you sweat now, can you?

The stranger watches, his handsome face blank but for curious eyes, as you make it a whole fifteen seconds before slipping and falling again, this time onto a knee and your hands. Out of the corner of your eye, you watch him grimace as you look at your hands and dust them of with a huffed little “fuck.”

He’s literally skating circles around you. It’s fucking obnoxious, but damn it, you want to be able to skate like that too. So you stand up again, and vicious cycle begins anew.

“You okay?” the stranger suddenly asks. It startles you, the wobble almost sending you to the ice with a crack yet again.

“I’m fine.” Your tone is clipped with frustration. You sure as shit don’t sound fine.

He drifts across your field of vision, going fucking backwards on his skates. It’s like it’s nothing! Fucking show off. What a fucking d—

Alright. That fall kind of hurt for real. Your poor elbows. They might be having a worse time than your knees. Did you just knock the wind out of yourself with that one?

His words come from a little closer this time. “Are you sure you’re—“

“—I’m fucking fine.”

You didn’t mean to snap. You really didn’t. Everything was fine until this dude just joined you out here out of the blue with his stupid face and his stupid talent and—

“You’re really scrappy, you know that right?”

You glare at him as you push yourself back to your feet. His plush mouth splits into a heart-rending smile. Fuck, he’s cute. Bitch, do not do this to yourself.

He keeps talking as you struggle aright. “I mean it. I’ve never watched someone keep falling like that just to get up and try again.”

You’re not even sure what to say to that. You’re glad you’ve got the built in focus of trying to do something out of your comfort zone and skill set, so an immediate reply isn’t expected. But you do have to say something in reply eventually. The comment was just ... kind of unexpected. And honestly, you think he meant it well, and it’s hard not to let the pride push a smile to your face. You fight it, of course, because you’re supposed to be angry, not pleased.

“I’m too stubborn for my own good,” you finally grit out. “But thank you.” Ah, that was good. Keep that shit up, and maybe he won’t think you’re a total freak by the time one or the other of you leaves.

“There are worse things to be.” His smile is warm enough to melt the ice beneath the blades of your skates. Cold? What cold? You feel nothing but blistering heat creeping up your neck. You’re not used to this kind of attention from anyone, if you’re being honest, let alone cute barista boys in puffy coats. “Tenacity isn’t a bad thing.”

“The bruises on my ass say otherwise.”

When he laughs, it’s low in his chest, velvety like the milk he steams for the cute folks that come to him for lattes and London fogs. You’d be swept away by his charms completely as well if you weren’t too busy being swept off your feet by your own stupidity.

You hardly feel the thump when you hit the hard surface of the ice this time. You’re not sure if it’s because you’re cold or if it’s just you’re used to falling now. The numbness of either is the same after a certain point; that’s the point of numbness, after all.

For a moment, you stare at the sky. It gives you a moment to catch your breath. Watching the stars twinkle and flicker as if they’re laughing at something reminds you that, right, you’re not alone out here on the ice. You hope the stars aren’t laughing at your shitty attempts to flirt with this stranger.

When you pull yourself up to sit, you see that the cute stranger is carefully skating backwards, his head turned and tilted so he can see where he’s going. Good lord, he’s handsome, even like this. In the grimy street lamp light, you can see that his face has been kissed by the cold, but it doesn’t do much to make him look less attractive. The focus on his face makes it almost look suggestive as he bites down on his plush lip. For a moment, you allow yourself to watch, thankful that he’s not looking at you.

When he glances at you, still sitting on the ice with your legs spread haphazardly, your eyes meet his. He smiles at you. Suddenly, the air leaves your lungs as if you’ve fallen again, the wind knocked from them like you’ve taken a blow. And then as soon as it happens, it stops, for one moment he was smiling at you, and the next he was sprawled on the ice with a thud and the smallest, cutest “fuck” you’ve ever heard in your life.

The look of surprise on his face is so aghast that you can’t help but laugh.

“I’m so—“ wheeze “—s-sorry, I shouldn’t—“ fuck, that’s hilarious “—laugh b-but the look on your f-face!”

The shock fades, only to be replaced by a pout that cracks at the edges as he tries not to laugh with you.

You start to push yourself forward him, half crawling, half crab-walking. Soon the pout breaks into a smile as you sit beside him and poke his cheek with a gloved finger. Where on earth did that fucking come from?? You’re poking strangers now??

“How does it feel to be a mere mortal?” you ask. Maybe the question will distract from the ... random face poking? Maybe the cold really is getting to you.

“Never said I was good at skating,” he says, still smiling at you. “Though I can’t say I feel like getting up and trying again after that.”

You scoff. “You’re giving up too easily. What’s the opposite of tenacious?”

“Cold.”

“That’s fair. I’m not even sure if I can feel my ass at this point.”

He laughs, and the deep sound seems to rumble in his chest, just like it had when you’d first heard it. But then he does the unexpected, and holds out a hand to you. “I’m Seokjin, by the way.”

You shake his hand and introduce yourself in kind. “You work at the cafe right?”

“Yeah. It gets hot back there, I like doing something in the cold after a shift if I can.”

You nod. “I get it. I’m out here because a friend pissed me off and I needed to work through it.”

“Can’t kick their ass so you’re letting the ice kick your ass instead?”

Not even the heat of embarrassment can heat up your cold cheeks at this point. He’s read you like a book. You’re poking strangers, and he’s reading you like he probably reads his homework.

“Alright, it’s getting really fucking cold out here,” Seokjin suddenly says. He pulls himself towards the nearest sideboard and sits on top of it. “I’m calling it a night.”

You don’t expect his expectant look. “What?”

“You’ve been out here longer than me. Can you even feel your fingers at this point?”

“Um.” There’s some small part of you that doesn’t want this to end, but lying about it feels futile when you know he’s going to see right through it. “No.”

“I think it might be a good idea for you to head in too ...” he says, and then: “I could sneak back into the cafe for some hot water. Want to have some tea to warm up? Maybe you could talk about this friend who pissed you off.”

It’s late, if you’re being honest. You should probably go home and lick your wounds. But as you pull yourself up onto the sideboard with Seokjin, you decide that staying out might be worth it. Staying out in the first place is what got you on the ice. Staying out kept you here, which in turn meant you got to meet Seokjin. Staying out meant you got to talk and have this moment. It’s a relief to just be able to talk, rather than fight for someone’s attention.

What’s another few minutes?

“Sure, I’d like that.”

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posted: 12.6.2022

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A Union Made in Shadows

Summary: At long last, Nacht and Josele have made the decision to finally be married. Though nothing grand is planned for their union, the most important people are gathered for the occasion. The beginning is based on a scene from Laura's fic Embers of Sun and Flame: Before We Have It. Genre: romance Word count: ~4500 Content notes: Solara is @thoughtfullyrainynightmare's oc. Heinrich and Ida are @marune2's ocs. Discordia and Harmonia are @lyranova's ocs. Acylla is @faewraithsworld's oc.

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Weddings, a celebration of love and the union that was called marriage. There was always a warmth and brightness to such an occasion.

It was especially true in the case of the wedding Nacht currently attended, that of the union between Solara Equinox and Fuegoleon Vermillion. It could’ve been said that their wedding was more than their marriage. It was a symbol of victory over the devils. A sign of new beginnings for Clover and Thea. The grand fulfillment of hopes and dreams.

But, to the happy couple, it was simply their wedding. As it should’ve been.

The invitation to the wedding for Nacht and Josele came as a surprise. Nacht wondered if it was a formality on account of the events in Spade. But when Josele said that they’d be supporting the couple as friends, Nacht let go of his doubts and agreed to the notion.

Nacht watched the ceremony. Even with the distance between himself in the crowd of guests and the couple at the altar, Nacht saw with perfect clarity the joy and love Fuegoleon and Solara felt. Because they were getting married. It truly was a beautiful, special day.

And all of a sudden, Nacht’s chest felt tight.

He didn’t dare look in her direction but Nacht became all the more aware of Josele’s presence right next to him…

During the reception, Nacht shied away from others. He needed to be alone. To work through the thoughts swirling like a storm in his mind. And to keep his dour mood from the joyful atmosphere everyone else enjoyed.

Marriage… And Josele…

Once upon a time, Josele and Morgen intended to intertwine their lives as one. To wed and live happily ever after would’ve been one of their greatest joys, Nacht was sure. But Morgen died. And the ending that should’ve been was torn from existence.

Now, Nacht was the one to hold Josele’s hand and to whisper his adoration to her. They were boyfriend and girlfriend. But not a wedded couple. Because…

Was he deserving of a bond so sacred as marriage?

Could Nacht provide Josele with the happiness and stability necessary for a union?

Did Josele even want to get married? If she didn’t have that closure with Morgen, was it okay for Nacht to take the title of her husband?

And if they had children, what if Nacht failed as a father?

There was no way Nacht could ask Josele to marry him in his current state.

Nacht wanted to love Josele. He wished to give her every kind of joy. Despite his inadequate self, he wanted more for Josele.

He raised his eyes and spied Josele on the other side of the room, peacefully chatting away with the day’s bride and a circle of friends. Josele smiled and lived with an open heart. She made the most of her life after all the pain she suffered. Her life wasn’t perfect but it was one that made Josele happy.

And that life included Nacht. He made her happy.

If I reached out to Josele, Nacht thought while looking at his palm. A smile crossed his face. She would surely take my hand.

Nacht had his resolve.

When Josele placed herself in the back of the crowd for the bouquet toss, Nacht decided that was the moment to approach. He rose up from the shadows beside Josele.

“Josele?” Nacht extended his hand toward her. “I’ve been thinking abou—” Suddenly, he felt a weight. “Hm?”

In his hands was Solara’s bouquet.

There was a shout for a retoss only for Yami to insist that Nacht keep the bouquet. It was Solara’s gentle coaxing that got the crowd to leave things as they were and disperse. A few amongst the women muttered and grumbled but no one made a scene of themselves.

Nacht watched Solara as she left her position at the front for elsewhere, likely to be with Fuegoleon. She was a relaxed and thoughtful person to be sure, Nacht thought while mentally thanking her.

“Good catch,” Josele remarked with a teasing smile and put a hand on Nacht’s arm.

“I… suppose…” Nacht stared at the bouquet, at the beautiful bloom and their loving arrangement. “Actually I…” His heart started to race. But he pushed the words out, “was thinking about something like this…”

“For what?” Josele asked with a giggle. Her head tilted to the side, giving away her slight confusion.

Nacht glanced around them. The people. Too many eyes and ears.

Josele, seeing Nacht’s watchful gaze and sensing his hesitation, asked, “You were saying something?”

“Yes…”

Nacht took another glance around the room. There were a couple of dirty looks from some women, but overall, he and Josele were being overlooked. Nacht gripped the bouquet in one hand and took Josele’s in his other, then guided her out onto the balcony.

Nacht closed the balcony door behind him and even set up Shadow Veil to further hide himself and Josele.

“So what’s on your mind?” Josele asked as the two of them took a few more steps away from the door.

“I have a question for you,” Nacht stated without hesitation. He took Josele’s hand once more then bent down on one knee. Josele’s eyes went wide.

“Josele, for as long as we’ve known each other, I’ve done a poor job in showing my love for you. I hid my feelings from you, tried to avoid them for years, and dragged my feet even when we became a couple. All because I felt unworthy of you. But I’ve realized that I was being a fool. You’ve shown love and patience, granted me forgiveness, and taught me how to heal.”

Nacht felt himself choke up and tear up. He kept his eyes on Josele, who looked to be close to tears too, and tightened his grip on her hand to ground himself.

“Everything that you are, everything you’ve given me, I love it all. I want to declare that with confidence and clarity.”

Nacht raised the bouquet in his other hand, offering it in place of a ring.

“And so I ask you, my darling star, will you marry me?”

Josele seemed to glow as she beamed at Nacht and whispered ever so sweetly, “Yes, I will.”

.....

Knk knk knk.

“Enter right in, please!” a cheery voice called to Nacht.

Nacht stepped into the room. Candles set up at various points throughout the room dimly lit the space. Heinrich sat in an armchair with a book in one hand, a pen in the other, and a notepad on his lap.

“Good afternoon, Grandson,” Heinrich greeted with a smile and wave.

“Yes, hello… G-grandfather…” The familiar word felt strange on Nacht’s tongue but it would’ve also felt awkward to deny his and Heinrich’s connection. “Are you busy with something?”

Heinrich chuckled, “I am familiarizing myself with modern medicine practices, that is all. Time and knowledge certainly has changed.”

“I see…”

“Now, what is the nature of your visitation, child?” Heinrich set aside his book and notes to his desk.

Nacht glanced back at the door.

“I… Have a favor to ask,” Nacht muttered, feeling his heart shake. “I know that there’s still much that you and I have to learn about each other but this is a matter of the family and…”

“If it concerns the family’s history, I fear I cannot be of aid,” Heinrich remarked with a serious look. “I started the Faust tradition of devil worship but I had no say in its direction, as I was locked in the Underworld.”

“Wha—? No no no!” Nacht exclaimed and waved his arms. He pinched the bridge of his nose. “It’s not…” He shook his head then looked at Heinrich again. “It’s not about that.”

Heinrich quirked a brow upwards.

“Josele and I… plan on getting married,” Nacht stated simply. “And we would be honored if you could bear witness.”

Silently, Heinrich’s eyes widened and his lips parted in a look of surprise. After a moment, Heinrich smiled in a way tinged by sadness.

“You know, I never got a chance to see my son grow and marry,” Heinrich whispered, his voice soft and wistful. He rose from his seat and approached Nacht with a hug. “It’s not the same but… I’d love to attend.”

“Grandfather…” Nacht hesitated before returning the gesture. “… Thank you.”

.....

“Stupid weeds,” Ida hissed as she used her magic to dig into the garden’s soil. Charmy’s vegetable garden had been taken over by dandelions and it had been left to Ida and Josele to remove them. “Why are the roots so deep?!”

“Because the plant doesn’t want to move,” Josele answered while she added another fully uprooted plant to her bucket. “Just keep at it. We’ll have nice dandelion greens to eat later once we’re done.”

Ida shook her head at Josele and said, “I’m not eating weeds, Josy.” She maintained her magic only to pause when Josele crouched beside her. “Hm? Am I doing it wrong?”

“No, no,” Josele said quietly. “Just keep going. I wanna say something.” Ida nodded and let Josele continue. “I remember when Morgen and I were engaged. You were so excited, going on and on about how I was gonna be your big sister.”

Ida flushed. Josele was the closest thing she had to a sister, or even a mother at times. Even before the engagement, Ida called her “big sister,” to Josele’s embarrassment. And when it was so close to becoming real, Josele officially being her sister-in-law, of course Ida was happy. She practically clung to Josele whenever she wasn’t with Morgen.

“L-look, I was a kid…”

“It was cute,” Josele assured as she put a hand on Ida’s shoulder. “And I hope you’re just as excited this time. Only now, I’m going to marry Nacht.”

“Huh?!” Ida snapped her head in Josele’s direction. “Holy shit! You and Nacht—! Did he finally get a fucking clue?!”

“Mhm! Nacht proposed.” Josele then put a finger to her lips and whispered, “But we need to keep it secret. For now, it’ll just be a family affair, okay?”

Ida rolled her eyes but nodded regardless. With a smile, Josele went back to digging up weeds elsewhere. By gods, it’s really happening… Ida glanced over her shoulder. You sure kept me waiting, Josy. Smiling to herself, she got back to work. But I guess Nacht made you wait too.

.....

In the quiet of a large study, Queen Discordia of Lumi Kingdom wrote her signature on another document. Bureaucracy wasn’t fun but it was what she signed up for when she married Moros.

It could be worse, Discordia thought to herself while setting aside her quill. At least I have company these days. She looked to her right and smiled at Harmonia, her daughter, sitting in a high chair and clinging to a small plush. “Hello, little angel.”

“Ma!” Harmonia babbled and giggled.

Discordia laughed then poked Harmonia’s cheek. The princess laughed more. The servants could’ve watched Harmonia, but Discordia preferred having her baby close to her. Because it meant she could have moments like that with her daughter.

All of a sudden, Discordia sensed negative mana in the room. A devil’s presence.

Discordia stood and picked up Harmonia. She forged a knife from her Blood Magic as her gaze flicked across the room, searching for where the intruder would appear. Her eyes fell to the floor, to her shadow at her feet. Discordia gripped her blood knife more tightly.

She was no fighter but if she needed to—

Gimodelo’s round head popped out.

“Her Gracious Majesty Discordia!” the devil exclaimed as he floated up. “I bring to you a letter of great importance from Master Nacht!” He held out an envelope.

Discordia, after dismissing her spell and setting Harmonia down, took the letter. Even after they reconnected, Nacht didn’t contact her often. And now a letter… What did Nacht have to tell her that he couldn’t simply travel over to say himself or have his devil explain directly?

[Dear Discordia,]

[Greetings to you, Moros, and Harmonia. I hope all is well and I presume as such given yours and the king’s active role in Spade’s reconstruction. Thank you once again for—]

“Oh by the gods Nacht, get to the point!” Discordia groaned. Shaking her head, she skimmed the letter until she stepped on the word “invite.” She went to the start of that particular sentence.

[I understand that, as Queen and a mother, you are busy but I wish to invite you to Clover for a special occasion: mine and Josele’s wedding. It’ll be small, only the signing of legal papers and a dinner thereafter, but it’s still our wedding. I can arrange to transport you so you don’t need to be away from Lumi longer than necessary. Please answer promptly as the date of the union is in two week’s time. Whether or not you can attend, it fills me with joy to tell you this news.]

[Sincerely, Nacht]

Discordia blinked. She read the letter. Blinked again. Read again.

“If you need time to consi—Eep!” Gimodelo yelped when Discordia grabbed his body out of the air. “Your Graci—”

“Tell my cousin I have every intention of attending,” she stated, enunciating each syllable with purpose. “Would you please?”

“Y-yes, your Majesty!”

Discordia released Gimodelo and the little devil dove headfirst into her shadow.

“Nacht and Josele…” Discordia looked out the window at Lumi’s gloomy sky. “Morgen… You’re happy for them, yes? I’m sure you are but… You’re probably a little jealous too.”

She imagined the look on Morgen’s face, a wide grin where he closed his eyes to hide the tears in his eyes. Discordia shook away the thought. It didn’t matter. Josele and Morgen were married in spirit as far as anyone was concerned. And now, it was Nacht and Josele’s turn to be united.

“A wedding, hm?” Discordia turned to Harmonia, who cooed and reached for her. “Looks like we’ll need to get you a new dress!”

.....

The special day was soon at hand.

Josele received a communication from the Crimson Lion Kings’ base and she hurried there. When she arrived, Solara wasn’t the only one waiting for her but Fuegoleon as well. Josele didn’t say anything but there was confusion on her face as she approached.

“I can’t keep a secret from my husband,” Solara sheepishly explained.

Josele gave a faint “Ah, okay” before accepting the parcel Solara had for her. She turned to Fuegoleon. “Thank you again for the invitation. I hope you two are making each other happy.”

“We are indeed,” Fuegoleon answered, smiling. “You and Nacht, we wish you well also.”

“May the fates be kind to you both,” said Solara.

The women shared a quick hug. Fuegoleon saw Josele off with a firm handshake. As Fuegoleon and Solara watched Josele leave, Solara glanced at her husband.

“Is something the matter?”

“… I never expected to start a friendship with her after…” He didn’t finish his sentence, as there was no need. “But I suppose we can never truly expect what bonds will form between people.”

“It certainly seems to be the case.” Solara bumped Fuegoleon with her shoulder. “Next thing you know, our child will be courting theirs.”

Wife and husband shared a laugh as they returned inside.

.....

Acylla whistled when she saw the final product as Nacht displayed it to her.

I might go into the jewelry business if I ever retire from the Bulls, Acylla mused. Then, she said, “Looks like you got them straight from the night sky, dang!”

“Thanks in great part to you,” Nacht stated with an uncharacteristically warm grin.

“Oh! Well, you know…” Acylla flicked some hair over her shoulder and smirked. “It’s for Jojo after all.” She waited for a second. “Right, you’re getting married too.”

Nacht snorted, “Ah, thank you for reminding me. I was wondering why I’d gotten these in the first place.” He closed the box and stored it away in his shadow.

Fighting back her laughter, Acylla smacked Nacht’s arm.

“If you joked like that more, the rest of the squad would like you too!” Acylla then placed her hand on Nacht’s shoulder. “Be good to Josele, okay?”

“Wha—? But aren’t I—?”

“Be better then. Wait no!” Acylla jabbed Nacht’s chest with a single finger. “You need to be the best to Jojo! Got that?”

Nacht stared at Acylla for a moment. She stared him in the eyes with a serious look, but he didn’t feel any danger from her. With a warm sensation in his chest, Nacht pulled Acylla into a hug.

“Got it.”

.....

Josele stood in the foyer of Faust Manor with Ida and Heinrich. The only people missing were Nacht and Discordia, as the Shadow Mage had left to retrieve his cousin for the ceremony.

“How does it feel to finally become ‘Mrs. Josele Faust’?” Ida asked while patting her soon-to-be sister-in-law’s shoulder.

“I don’t think I can wait much longer,” Josele answered. “Not after having to wait more than ten years…”

“Shouldn’t be much longer now,” Heinriched whispered, smiling casually.

Barely second after Heinrich had spoken, Nacht and Discordia rose from the shadows. Nacht carried something over his shoulder while Discordia held up Harmonia.

“You made it!” Josele exclaimed and approached Discordia. The women embraced each other, mindful of Harmonia between them. “And it’s good to see—Oh gosh!” Josele squealed while shaking Harmonia’s hands. “Don’t you look precious!”

Discordia beamed as Josele fawned over Harmonia in her frilly, blush pink dress and matching headband.

“Well we couldn’t come to a wedding underdressed,” Discordia remarked and adjusted her hold on Harmonia. “Speaking of…” She gave Josele a once over, finally noticing that Josele was in her regular attire, squad robe included. “Will you need help with your dress?”

“Oh.” Josele gave a half-hearted laugh. “Actually, Nacht and I weren’t dressing up. Since there’s no fancy ceremony…”

Slack-jawed, Discordia looked at Ida and Heinrich, both of whom awkwardly shrugged. She then turned to Nacht who nodded silently. She took a deep breath.

“No. Absolutely not,” Discordia declared, raising her head high. “I refuse to let you marry in such a drab manner.”

“Drab?” Josele squawked.

Discordia’s grimoire rose to her side and two tendrils of blood took what Nacht had been carrying, a pair of garment bags. A third tendril pushed him next to Josele.

“I suppose my gifts will see use sooner than I expected…”

“I told you gifts weren't necessary,” Nacht groaned.

“Quiet,” Discordia snapped back. “Nacht and Joey, as your cousin first and Queen of Lumi Kingdom second, I present these to you. May they be the first of many gifts and luxuries you enjoy in marriage.”

The blood tendrils opened the garment bags. The first held a full suit: all black save for the dress shirt, with golden buttons and hem detailing on the vest and jacket. The second had a knee-length dress inside: black with a ruffled, off-the-shoulder neckline and a purple ribbon tied into a bow at the waist. The fabric and sewing technique gave away the high quality.

“Dia, they’re lovely,” Josele whispered as she stroked the dress’s fabric.

“And you’ll wear them today, won’t you?”

“Since you went out of your way to bring them, we couldn’t possibly refuse.” Josele then looked to Nacht. “Right, honey?”

Nacht sighed but smiled. “I suppose we’ll be wearing them eventually…”

“Excellent!” Discordia cheered and clapped her hands, albeit a bit awkwardly with Harmonia in her arms. “Let’s get you looking like a bride, Joey!”

…..

“Uh… Aren’t those…?”

The priest officiating the wedding pointed to Gimodelo, Plumede, Slotos, and Walgner as they stood alongside the members of House Faust, watching the proceedings. The clerk awkwardly kept her eyes down on the paperwork that would be signed.

“Devils? Yes they are,” Nacht answered while avoiding the priest’s gaze. “Please don’t mind.”

The priest took a deep breath and nodded. With that, he began his speech. Words regarding marriage and the sacredness of it were spoken. When prompted, Josele and Nacht each gave their “I do”s. Then, the priest indicated that it was time to share the vows.

Nacht went first.

“Josele, my guiding star, my guardian angel. They say ‘if you love someone, let them go. And if they return, they are meant to be yours.’ We’ve lived through that saying, and now I’ll hold onto you for eternity. I love everything about you, from your smile to your kindness to the sight of you asleep. Though I struggled to show it in the past, my love for you is real. It’s stronger than any devil and will last forevermore. Nothing will keep us apart from now on. If devils from the depths of the Underworld were to come and wish you harm, I'd be there to protect you. I know it from the depths of my soul. I don't ask for all of your heart, but however much of it you offer, I wish to protect it with all that I am.”

Then it was Josele’s turn.

“Nacht, my darling prince who guards me from the shadows. You are half my world, half of my heart. I love your earnest efforts, steadfast devotion, and how you find a way to show your love, even if it takes some time. It’s worth the wait though, you’re worth the wait. All the joys and pains we've experienced together affirm my undying love for you. Should you ever find yourself lost in grief or threatened by mortal pain, I’ll be there beside you, saving you as you saved me. I would walk through Hell to find you and guide you home and then to Heaven's gates. I love you for who you once were, the man you've grown to become, and who you will be in the future.”

Where their audience was seated, there was a range of reactions. The Bremen devils were openly weeping over the words shared. Heinrich fanned his face with fervor and tears visible in his eyes. Ida wore a poker face but the tears streaming down her face told another story. As for Discordia, she smiled as she dabbed the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief.

The exchange of non-rings came next.

Though not traditional, the necklace and earrings that were exchanged were given as tokens of Josele and Nacht’s love, their bond. Each in their own way reminded the couple of darknesses in their pasts, but also made way for brighter, more beautiful futures.

“Nacht,” Josele whispered once he wore the earrings. “Do I look…?” She tilted her head to the side, causing the light to reflect differently, as if to frame Josele’s beauty in the glow.

“Absolutely breathtaking…”

Josele let out a squeak and turned her suddenly red face away.

“Ugh, get a room!” Ida called from her seat.

“Shush! Really now?” scolded Heinrich.

“We know they’re going to fuck later so I don’t—”

“With the exchange done!” the priest yelled over Ida. His outburst got everyone’s attention back on track. He cleared his throat and resumed. “With the exchange of jewels complete, by the authority invested in me by God, I now pronounce you husband and wife.” He turned to Nacht. “You may kiss the bride.”

As both beamed brighter than the sun, Nacht and Josele kissed one another.

Happy. Eager. Warm. Fulfilled. Those emotions and many more were wrapped in a single kiss.

It was a moment that was built upon years of longing and heartache. On hidden feelings of love and overwhelming fears. Uncertain confessions led to hesitating embraces which grew in confidence each time they touched. Until eventually, Josele and Nacht were able to profess their love plainly, as their affection for one another was a fact of life to them.

There was no shedding the guilt and pain they’d felt over the years. Not entirely. But their love made the heavy memories an easier burden. One made even lighter by the fact that it was theirs to share.

Josele was the first to pull from the kiss. Just enough to look at Nacht through teary eyes. Nacht gave Josele a second kiss, a fleeting peck, before their guests, their family, rushed up to them.

“Congratulations!” Heinrich proclaimed. “What a handsome pair you make!”

“Let’s get a better look at those jewels, shall we?” giggled Discordia “My my my! How exquisite!”

“What the hell, you two? Did you have to go and make me cry?” Ida said as she slapped Nacht on the back. “You're so fucking mushy, it's gross…”

There were smiles, tears, and laughter as the joy of Nacht and Josele's marriage filled each person's heart.

…..

Later, after the paperwork was signed making the union as official as it could be, the family returned to Faust Manor for dinner.

“Your cooking is absolutely lovely,” Discordia remarked before taking a sip of wine. “But why not get something catered on your special day?”

“Mm, we just felt like doing it ourselves,” Josele replied. She turned her attention to Harmonia, who she had bouncing on her knee. “Plus, all that work makes holding this little cutie pa-tootie all the more rewarding! Yes you are, Harmonia! You’re just the cutest little thing in the world! Such a sweet little baby!” She lifted up Harmonia and blew a raspberry into the baby’s cheek, making her squeal in delight.

Ida snickered, “Oh-ho boy! Hope you’re ready for a work out, Nacht. Something tells me that your wife wants to be a mom real soon.” She wiggled her eyebrows playfully before taking another bite of food.

Nacht, pink in the face, scowled but gave Ida no reply. Giggling softly, Josele leaned over and kissed Nacht’s cheek, making his blush grow deeper but also breaking his frown.

“No need to rush having kids,” Heinrich said with a blithe grin. “They’ll happen when they happen.”

“But you’ll have kids eventually, right?” Discordia questioned. “You’d be wonderful parents. But also, I would love for Harmonia to have cousins.”

“We’ve discussed it,” Josele started to say while letting Harmonia grasp her hand. “We’ll have kids.”

“But not right now,” Nacht said, finishing Josele’s statement. He held Josele’s free hand, rubbing the back of it with his thumb.

Josele and Nacht knew they would have kids. But that was a thought for later on in the future.

At least for the time being, they would settle for being married, as it was only one of many milestones paving their future life. They’d linger on the joy of calling each other “husband” and “wife.” Though the words would be sweetly whispered, like a secret, for a short while. Others would be told of Nacht and Josele’s marriage, eventually.

Until then, the small circle of their family and the shadows were witnesses to their union.

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for the fanfic writer asks!!

3, 11, 13, 19, 20, 24, 33, 39 (bc your fics drive me insane and i need more of your incredible works), 42, 45, 69 and 74!!!

sorry that i put loads, just choose whatever ones you want to answer out of the ones i’ve asked <3

YOU KNOW I'M GOING TO ANSWER THEM ALL BESTIE

3- ok so my process is basically non-existent, but i'll walk you through it anyway. so i'll have an idea for a scene literally at any point. sometimes it can be a single sentence or sometimes it can be a vague concept, but i always write it down. if i have my phone it's almost always going in my notes app. from there, i just kind of expand on the idea as it develops when i get back to my laptop. i tend to write the exciting and important scenes first in a very rough fashion, and then go back to fill in the blanks. then i go back and polish by combing over it for grammar mistakes and adding a few more details. that's pretty much it!

11- OOO! i'll do three for hamilton and three for jcs to appease both sides

FAV HAMILTON FICS AT THE MOMENT ARE a more perfect union by holograms (thanks to crys for introducing me to THIS), the monticello furlough by michelle_a_emerlind, and death of a nation by cyanspica

THEN HONORABLE MENTIONS!! LITERALLY ANYTHING BY YOU, CECE, AND XEN. I EAT THOSE UP EVERY. GODDAMN. TIME.

FAV JCS FICS AT THE MOMENT ARE obviously the incomparable ruined ambition series by @solarflicker (which i literally trip over myself to go read every time i get the email that it's been updated), picking up the palm fronds by onetrueobligation, and the cup that can't be filled by @ohsoldier (literally the good omens/jcs crossover of my dreams)

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13- "write for yourself, your dick, and your six closest friends." SHARED BY @fireballdance

19- my most used rating tag is mature, my most tagged ship is hamilton/laurens, my most tagged character is hamilton (obv lol), and my most used additional tag is hurt/comfort

20- i use a lot of rain imagery i think. actually i use a lot of weather imagery bc i'm annoyinggg. and then ofc i use aspects of my trauma in most of my fics (even ones you wouldn't suspect) but no one really would pick up on that since y'all don't know, but themes of abuse are certainly littered through out. obviously biblical imagery, too. i can't think of any phrases, SO IF YOU KNOW OF SOME THAT YOU NOTICED I'VE USED A LOT LEMME KNOW.

24- the worst advice i've ever gotten is if you're stuck, delete everything and start over. absolutely not. you can start over, but i wouldn't ever delete anything. even if i don't use lines in one fic, i can always recycle and put it somewhere else. NEVER DELETE. YOU'LL REGRET IT. TAKE MY WORD FOR IT.

33- YES I WANT TO BE PUBLISHED. i have so many original novel ideas and i want to write southern gothic literature so badly. i doubt it will ever happen but that's the dream. i would also really like to write my own plays :))) but for now, i'm sticking to universes and characters i'm already familiar with

39- OOOO I HAVE SO MANY WIPS BC OF WHUMPTOBER (currently have a little bit over 30k words written 👀👀 and that's not even counting the kink stuff BUT I'M NOT GOING INTO THAT WITH YOU BC YOU ARE A MINOR) BUT LEMME PICK ONE I THINK YOU'LL LIKE

Philip’s forehead burned under his hand. Alexander felt something in his chest and stomach plummet to what seemed like hell. He remembered the feeling of this. He remembered how hot his mother’s flesh had seared as she shivered against him, her arms wrapped tight and secure as she hummed shakily to him. He remembered how she soothed her hand over his hair as she whispered te quiero over and over. He remembered her going still and cold.

42- THE LAST FIC I READ WAS calm you and anoint you (envy) by a_trick_or_two_with_lepers AND ABSOLUTELY. I LOVE IT. GO READ IT RIGHT NOW.

45- I OBVIOUSLY WANT TO BREAK MY READERS' HEARTS. IT IS MY LIFE'S MISSION. I NEED Y'ALL ABSOLUTELY DEVASTATED WHEN YOU'RE FINISHED WITH MY FICS

69- hmmm i'm always embarrassed when i post smut but i'm not really embarrassed that it exists. and the fics i were embarrassed about have long been deleted from the internet SO NOT REALLY ANY OF THEM I GUESS

74- if it's a fic posted in an obscure musical fandom about trauma and has my long-winded ass writing style, it's probably me :)

THANKS FOR THE ASK I HAD A LOT OF FUN ANSWERING THEMMM. ILYYY MWAH 💙

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Best Friends Part 3

Regulus Black AU

Link to Part 2

Request: Regulus x Reader fic request: They are in their last year at Hogwarts. They always been best friends, she had a boyfriend and she ends up pregnant (like 3 months before graduating). Her boyfriend lives her cuz he doesn’t want a baby, but Regulus as her best friend (who has always had feelings towards her) steps up to help her, so when they graduate they got a house and live together and you know they fall in love and at the end, they agree to act as if the baby’s dad is Regulus. 💗

Pairings; Regulus Black x Reader

Rating: Mature

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Grimmauld Place…

Walburga stood glaring into the fireplace while Orion paced muttering to himself. His parents, Arcturus and Melania, sat watching them with matching frowns.

“So this is really happening and we are just supposed to sit here and be okay with it?”

Orion snapped.

“What choice do we have? The deed is done. I left Regulus a thirty-page essay on why teenagers having sex is stupid, stupid, STUPID!”

Walburga replied. Orion ran a hand through his hair before lightly saying “thirty-page essay?” He had high hopes for Regulus. Regulus wasn’t like Sirius. Orion, even though he wanted nothing to do with Regulus at his birth, now was convinced that his youngest son was the perfect heir. Orion knew that Regulus would do well at the job that awaited him in the ministry. Now that future was in jeopardy with a pregnant teenage bride-to-be.

“I say there is plenty to be done. Take the girl to a healer and deal with the pregnancy then forbid Regulus from seeing her ever again.”

“It won’t do any good.”

Melania commented. Orion stopped and looked at his mother as if she were insane.

“What are you talking about?”

Melania smirked. She wanted nothing more than to shake her son but also knew this wouldn't get them anywhere.

“If the two of you interfere with this, I guarantee you that you are ensuring that Regulus has a family of 5 by the time he is 25 years old.”

Orion frowned.

“Mother…”

Melania held a hand up instantly silencing her son.

“Orion, like it or not, that boy is exactly like you are. If this had happened to you, you would handle this exactly as Regulus is. Let the boy marry for love.”

“I didn’t get to marry for love.”

Orion commented. Walburga shot her husband a glare. She knew Orion didn’t love her when they married. Granted, she didn’t love him either but the union worked. It served its purpose. Walburga hoped for the same thing for Regulus. Happiness didn’t matter when it came to keeping the family line going.

Melania meanwhile, narrowed her eyes at her son. She wasn’t saying it but she wanted Regulus to be happy. Her youngest grandson had always been her favorite. Melania knew that Regulus wasn’t particularly happy with his life growing up. He was nothing like his older brother or cousins. Regulus had always been the sensitive one. He was the one that would let her cuddle him. Regulus wasn’t always on the move like Sirius was.

If some girl that Walburga made Regulus happy then that was just fine with Melania. She personally didn’t care if you came from the Potters or some other family. You were pureblood and that was enough for her.

“It isn’t my problem that the two of you didn’t find something to love each other for. Let Regulus have this one thing that he wants. It isn’t like you have let Regulus have anything that ever wanted in life.”

Orion felt his rage building at his mother.

“Mother, not all of us can have the idle marriage as you have. As far as Regulus goes, that boy hasn’t gone without. What I say for my son goes and I say…”

“It's time for you to shut up.”

Orion froze the moment his father spoke. Arcturus was a man of few words and when he did speak, one listened.

“Father…”

Arcturus held a hand up.

“No more from you. Regulus can marry the girl and neither of you will say anything further to him. Like it or not, son, I am still head of this family and until I die I will be such. Is this all understood?”

Orion glanced toward Walburga who groaned and threw her hands up in defeat before turning back to his parents.

“As you wish.”

(meanwhile)

You sat beside Regulus as Easter dinner wrapped up. James and Lily had gone off to the living room to relax. Sirius remained at his place at the table. He hadn’t stopped looking between Regulus and yourself suspiciously.

As far as your parents, both had been slightly quiet throughout dinner. You had a feeling that the reality of becoming grandparents was setting in. Neither had said anything cold or unsupportive but you could see the looks of realization setting in quickly. Both parents realized that you were soon to be a Black with Walburga and Orion as in-laws. The two people that both Euphemia and Fleamont despised the most would be their grandchild’s other grandparents.

Both realized that they would forever have to face Walburga and Orion anytime this child had some kind of event. Euphemia could see Walburga being the grandparent that would forever try to “one up” her. If Euphemia bought the child a stuffed horse then Walburga would go buy an actual horse.

Sirius elbowed Regulus in the side.

“Come outside with me.”

Regulus shook his head. He wasn’t about to leave your side. As far as Regulus was concerned, he wasn’t getting away from you until the two of you were safe in the hotel room that he had rented. Regulus didn’t think that your parents would try to talk you out of marrying him but he also wasn’t taking any chances.

“It's okay, Reg.”

You said, gently putting your hand on top of his. Regulus sighed before getting up and following Sirius outside.

Sirius lit a cigarette before turning to his younger brother. He took a drag before trying to decide how he would word his questions.

“So are you going to tell me what’s up?”

Regulus crossed his arms over his chest. Sirius knew that Regulus was trying to put his “walls” up…just as he knew it would.

“What do you mean?”

Regulus asked, softly. Sirius rolled his eyes resisting the urge to smack Regulus in the back of the head. For someone so brainy he was acting like a tool.

“You know what I mean, Regulus! With Y/n!”

Regulus tilted his head to the side.

“What part of I knocked her up do you not understand?”

Sirius raised an eyebrow.

“There is more to this. Come on, Reg. I’m your brother and like it or not this baby is going to be my niece or nephew. I deserve to know the truth. I also know there is something that you aren’t telling me. Face it, Regulus, I know you pretty damn well. I know when you are lying and your poker face is totally showing.”

Regulus groaned. He didn’t want to have this conversation. This was the last thing that he even wanted to talk about but it was eating at him.

“The baby isn’t mine. It’s Michael’s. He wanted nothing to do with it and I couldn’t let Y/n go through this alone. I have loved her for so long and…she needs me, Sirius. She loves me and I love her…that’s enough. This kid doesn’t deserve to be alone without a proper father. No one needs to know the truth.”

Sirius stood with his mouth open. This was the LAST thing that he expected coming. He honestly thought that Regulus knocked you up on some drunken night after a quidditch game or the two of you were just screwing around. Hearing the baby was Michael’s and Regulus was the one stepping up to the plate both made Sirius proud and also furious. Michael should be a man and take care of his responsibility but clearly, that wasn’t going to happen.

“Who are you?”

Sirius finally sputtered. Hearing Regulus care for someone other than himself and his reputation told Sirius that there was hope after all. Regulus raised an eyebrow before the haughty expression returned to his face.

“I’m Y/n’s fiancé and that is my baby.”

Sirius nodded, realizing that Regulus was going no further in this conversation.

“Looks like I’m going to be an uncle.”

(meanwhile)

You sat across from your mother after she put the remainder of the dishes away. She finally looked up and smiled.

“Are you Regulus is the one?”

“Without a doubt. Mum, I have loved him for so long but I never thought that I would be good enough, especially in his parent’s eyes…I don't think I ever will be but I know Regulus won’t let them keep us apart. I know that I’m young and it's reckless to be having a baby but it feels right. Regulus is happy…and I’m happy too.”

Euphemia sat quietly for a moment before getting up and coming to stand near you. She gently took your face in her hand.

“Pumpkin, you are more than good enough. You are beyond good enough for those people. I normally don’t speak ill about other people but you will be the best thing to ever grace the Black family. I also know that you, my stubborn princess, won’t let that horrible woman shake you. Walburga may think that she, in her eternal glory, is better than all but at the end of the day, she will go into a coffin just like the rest of us.”

You smiled and leaned into your mother’s touch. Euphemia always knew what to say. You were worried that she would be disappointed in you. Maybe in some ways, she was, but she would never say it.

“I will admit, mum, it did feel great watching her look as if she had been knocked from her high horse.”

Euphemia grinned.

“There is my baby girl”

She turned and walked back to the sink before being quiet for a moment.

“Y/n, like it or not Walburga and Orion will be a part of your and your baby’s lives. You will have to find some way to put your foot down. Hopefully, Regulus will keep up the footing that he showed today. I was very proud of him, I must say. It looks like I was right after all.”

You put your teacup down.

“About?”

Euphemia turned with a smile on her face.

“That there was something in your heart for Regulus other than friendship.”

You wanted to tell your mother the truth. Her liking for Regulus would go up tremendously if she knew how selfless he was actually being. Regulus didn’t have to “step up” when Michael stepped back. Regulus could have washed his hands of you and left you on your own…but he didn’t. He was the one that was checking on you every morning. Making excuses to professors on why you were suddenly so ill. Regulus took care of you better than Michael ever could.

“Yeah, you were right. Mum, I really love him.”

Euphemia walked back over to you and kissed your forehead.

“I know.”

The front door opened and closed signaling Regulus was back in the house. Euphemia went back to the sink as Regulus came into the room.

“Ready to go, love?”

You nodded and stood up. Regulus reached down for your head as your mother turned back. Your mother moved to kiss you goodbye. She stopped and looked down into your eyes.

“Sweetheart, as I mentioned before. The two of you really need to go see a healer soon. If you would like me to find a good one, I can look some up.”

“That would be nice, mom.”

Half an hour later…

Regulus tightened his hold on your hand as the two of you stepped into the hotel. He hadn’t let go of you the whole ride back.

“How are you feeling?”

He asked softly. You stopped walking. Looking around, you made sure that there were no eyes on the two of you. You stood on your tiptoes and wrapped your arms around his shoulders.

“I’m feeling wonderful. We’ll be alone…”

Regulus gave you a small smirk. He leaned down to press a kiss to your lips.

“Yes, and as I recall I promised that our first time would be special.”

The next few moments were silent as Regulus kissed you softly. Neither of you seemed to care that there were people around you. All of the noise of the day seemed to fade and you were, once again, at peace.

Regulus held you tightly against him as he deepened the kiss enjoying the moment. Before you, Regulus would never be caught dead snogging a girl in public. In fact, he would run at the thought. With you, he was a different man…

“Y/n?”

You pulled away from Regulus to see none other than Michael. He stood a few feet away watching you with an uncomfortable expression on his face. Regulus quickly pushed himself in front of you.

“Fuck off, four eyes.”

Michael frowned at Regulus.

“What did you say to me?”

Michael snapped. Regulus didn’t back down. The last thing that he would do was ever back down to that scum-sucking lowlife that ever thought about upsetting you.

“I said fuck off, four eyes…can you understand English?”

Regulus turned to you, trying to calm his rage.

“Love, go wait for me in the room.”

You didn’t wait to be told twice. Regulus, meanwhile, waited until you were gone before turning back to Michael.

“Did you forget what I said about fucking off? You have no business talking to my fiancé.”

Michael tried to appear tough but his resolve was fading. Like it or not, he was scared of Regulus.

“That…that’s my baby.”

Regulus stepped closer while giving Michael a death glare.

“No, twat. That is my baby along with my fiancé. Michael, I’m going to make sure you regret ever meeting me.”

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Writing Patterns (Tag Game)

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there’s a pattern!

ten seems like a daunting amount i have to say (thanks for the tag @ifonlyweknewwhatiwasdoing!) - the first two are not yet published but are on my publish very very soon list

Obi-Wan understands that the notion is a figment of his imagination, but understanding that does not make it feel less real. (march ko-fi fic)

When the dust settles, Obi-Wan is surprised to find himself still standing. (obi-wan raises baby luke fic - to be published soon)

Skywalker turns to look out the window, a solemn, solitary tear rolling down his cheek as he takes in the sight of the vast, uncaring city-planet of Coruscant. ("the kenobi conundrum")

Anakin’s of the mind that if you’re having a shit day, you should just be allowed to teleport straight back to your bed whenever you like. ("tripping over my words trying to give you my name")

Anakin Skywalker's eyes used to be blue, Obi-Wan remembers that. (Jedi Healer Anakin AU, February Ko-Fi fic)

Anakin wakes to the sound of birdsong and the heavy weight of the cat on his chest. ("forgive the dog its bloody teeth")

Obi-Wan has never seen so much blood. ("hold my heart more gently than you do my throat")

It’s the sound of loud, angry caterwauling coming from somewhere outside Obi-Wan’s door that eventually wakes him up. (Anakitty AU, January Ko-Fi fic)

Strangely, it feels both as if a great weight has been removed from his chest and as if he’s just run several parsecs at the same time: like he can breathe freely for the first time in years, but like he’s incredibly winded, each breath a short gasp. ("a more perfect union")

As cold as the nights on Tatooine can get, it only takes a few hours past the rise of the suns for the planet to heat once more. ("haunt me then")

looks like i like a proper noun right out of the gate lol did the tags not tell you who the fic was gonna be about? no worries the first sentence will

tagging @tideswept @sendpseuds @ragnarlothcat @dark--whisperings @grapenehifics @lilredghost - and anyone else! for as many fics as you like because 10 is so much fr

#tag games #obikin #cause all of these are obikin lol #march fic needs to be up tonight i feel awful its been so long #and then baby luke fic has gotta be written and posted before time change next week baby #cause you know im not gonna wanna write depressing shit when teh seasonal depression is gone

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Four Times Tyson Almost Kissed You And One Time You Actually Kissed Him

it’s finally here!! i apologize for the delay with this fic, my brain totally froze while writing most it, but i’m really happy with how it came out. this is part of the winter fic exchange that @antoineroussel is hosting and i had the pleasure of writing for @senditcolton !! i hope you love this fic as much as i enjoyed bringing the idea to life. also, this was my first time writing for tyson which was a lot of fun as well!

gif by @barzzal

hope you enjoy!! feedback is always appreciated! xx

word count: 8.7k

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Out of all the things that were bound to happen throughout your college career, the very last thing you expected was to meet an NHL player and become best friends with him. But during a weekend shift at the team store at Ball Arena, one of the odd jobs that you had to make some extra cash to pay for school, Tyson walked in looking to get two new jerseys for both his mom and younger sister.

His bright smile full of sunshine and the way he got shy asking for your help because “you’re a girl and know what they like” won you over within seconds. You found out that it was his first full season with the Avalanche thanks to none other than Nathan MacKinnon who practically insisted Tyson came to play with the team. He’s unbelievably sweet and kind, plus it doesn’t take you long to recognize that his laughter is contagious.

As you’re considering which jersey to get for each of the two most important people in his life, Tyson asks questions about you and seems genuinely interested in learning about everything from what you’re studying at CU Boulder to what your usual Starbucks order is. When the decision is finally made and he’s checking out, giddy with anticipation of sending the gifts home, you feel a tug of sadness that this is probably all you’ll have with him.

Except it isn’t. Tyson asks for your number since he admits he’d like another friend, especially someone outside the team, since he’s still new to Denver. You can’t say no and want him in your life as well. And that’s the beginning of arguably the most amazing friendship you’ve ever had.

Purposeful run-ins during your shifts turn to meeting up for coffee, going to games to cheer Tyson on, movie marathons and spending every available minute together. Everyday is full of a little more joy because you have him and as time goes on, you appreciate the friendship more than anything. The team has become like your second family and all your friends on campus have welcomed Tyson with open arms.

After graduating, you scored your dream job right in Denver and although you were beyond excited about the position, you couldn’t help but be happy because that meant you got to stay close to Tyson as well. You denied that having to do with anything other than the fact he’s your best friend and nothing more. But you realized when moving into your new apartment there was a warmth in your chest that appeared only because of Tyson which meant one thing.

You’re in love with him.

The thought alone was terrifying and still is, but you’ve gotten this far without spilling your secret. Tyson’s in his sixth season with the Avs and you’re happier than ever at your job. There have been countless moments where you think he might feel the same and hasn’t admitted it, but you don’t push the envelope. Life is perfect as is right now.

If the only way you get him in your life is as your best friend, then you’ll take it. That’s better than nothing and everyday has been infinitely better because of Tyson’s energy and kindness. Suppressing your emotions isn’t hard. You can do that in order not to lose him.

Tyson, on the other hand, might not be able to hide how he’s truly feeling for much longer.

“Tys, will you come on? It’s freezing out here!” You exclaim with a shiver, tugging on his gloved hand in hopes that he’ll follow you into Union Station without any further objection. Of course, you aren’t that lucky.

“I’m looking at how pretty the city is.” Tyson states simply, brown eyes taking in the sight of Denver lit up at night. You let out a huff before giving up on your insistent begging and take a look at the view.

“You’ve lived here for five years and have a better view from your balcony. What’s so special about it from here?”

“Nothing. This is always our first stop of the annual winter activities though and it’s one of my favorite times of the year. So the view standing here with you is different from just looking out my apartment’s windows.” Tyson admits while shrugging his shoulders as a beaming smile blossoms across his lips. You can’t stop from rolling your eyes at how cheesy that sounds, but there’s a grin on your face too despite the chilly weather that isn’t very pleasant.

The winter activities tradition began shortly after you met Tyson all those years ago. It was only your second year in Denver and he insisted on showing you all the best spots to enjoy during the cold weather. Every day included a different location and new experience that he couldn’t wait to share with you. You both had so much fun that an unspoken agreement was formed ensuring each of those special spots in Denver were enjoyed together every January.

And now here you are. About to do it all again with your favorite person in the world.

“It is pretty.” You admit softly, leaning into his side for a brief moment to watch the traffic pass by and people hustling down the sidewalks to stay warm. The city’s become your second home and most of that is because of the curly headed boy next to you, not that you’d ever say that to him. “But seriously, let’s get inside. This hot chocolate is going to have to melt me out of an ice block soon.” Tyson doesn’t miss the teasing tone in your voice even though he catches the hints of affection hidden in the words.

“Alright, alright. We’ll go.” He chuckles, the beautiful sound of his laugh making your heart soar. As soon as he opens the door to the stunning interior of the historical train station, a wave of warmth envelops you and you’ve never been more grateful. The station is bustling as usual during this time of year, people going in every possible direction. The locals are trying to catch their trains while the tourists are enjoying everything from the dining options to the beauty of the building.

To anyone else, it probably looks like pure chaos. But with Tyson by your side and one mission in mind, Union Station feels like another slice of heaven that’s been nestled into the heart of Denver.

You share a shy smile with Tyson before both of your eyes rest on the destination at hand. The Terminal Bar. It’s there, at that tiny spot loved by every visitor who crosses through the station, that the best hot chocolate in the world is sold. Bananas foster hot chocolate to be exact. At first, you thought Tyson’s idea to get the warm drink was insane because it’s the oddest combination of flavors ever, but it’s incredible. And now a staple for your annual winter festivities.

When you glance at your best friend again, there’s the mischievous glint in his pretty brown eyes which means nothing but trouble. It’s a look that you both love and hate because seeing him happy makes your world much brighter, but you almost always end up in a sticky situation thanks to him. A sigh slips past your lips at the recognition and Tyson tips his head back in a laugh before pulling you in for a tight hug, hands rubbing up and down your arms in an attempt to warm you up.

“You always figure me out! I’ve gotta get better at hiding my crazy ideas if you can guess just by the look on my face.”

“I’d argue I know you better than the guys. The only one who has the edge on me is JT, but it’s a title I’m proud of.” You respond with a giggle, continuing the banter that’s always existed within your friendship. “Let’s go. I need that hot chocolate and I didn’t freeze out there for nothing.”

“You’re so dramatic.” Tyson fires back, that heartstopping smile of his never faltering as you begin to walk in the direction of the bar. Weaving through the crowd is easy because of Tyson guiding the way and his voice becomes your main focus despite the many noises that fill the air.

When you get to the desired destination, Tyson is quick to speak up first and place the order for two of the famous bananas foster hot chocolates before gently tapping your arm as a silent go ahead to find a seat in the dining area. You know it’s his way of avoiding your argument about paying for the drinks, but you let it slide this time especially because the cashier is looking at the two of you like you’re a happy couple.

That’s not the first time it’s happened and certainly won’t be the last, but the aching in your chest has resurfaced and you can’t let the true emotions show right now. Not ever. So with a nod and deep breath, you step away to find open seats.

In just a few short minutes, Tyson is sliding onto the barstool next to you at the highrise table and carefully placing a full mug in front of you. The hot chocolate is topped with plenty of whipped cream and the delicious smell drifts up making you feel a surge of happiness that washes away all the uncertain thoughts that were present only moments ago.

“Here you go,” Tyson says proudly, bumping your shoulder in a playful way before reaching for his own mug to take a long sip.

“Thanks, Tys.” You mimic his actions while taking in how adorable he looks like this, bundled up and joyful as if nothing else in the world matters. There’s an undeniable tug on your heartstrings at the sight, but you savor your hot chocolate and focus on how perfect it is to be here with him during another year.

“I don’t know how I lived my whole life before meeting you without this hot chocolate.” You state with a laugh after enjoying the chocolatey taste of the warm drink.

“I’m sure you would’ve made it just fine.” Tyson responds while grinning and his eyes sparkle with bliss under the soft lighting in the train station. His curls are wild, a few falling over his forehead like always, and you can’t believe you’re lucky enough to have him in your life.

“Hardly. And I don’t want to even think about not having you here.” The teasing words fall off your lips as you continue sipping the hot chocolate, but Tyson’s looking at you in a way that practically steals your breath away. Pure adoration is on display across his face and there’s a flash of want in his gaze. “What?” You ask, voice shaking slightly even though you’re trying not to falter with the sudden change.

For a minute, he doesn’t say anything. A comfortable silence wraps around the both of you as the rest of the station hustles along. His eyes never leave yours and it’s driving you insane. This hasn’t ever happened before and you don’t know what to do. Then, ever so slowly, he reaches out and cups your cheek in one hand, his thumb swiping over your cheek. You gasp and can’t find words to ask what’s happening.

“Had some whipped cream on your cheek.” Tyson murmurs, not moving his hand or pulling back. He stays right where he is and neither of you are focused on the hot chocolate anymore. It’s all about him, him, him. All it would take for him to kiss you is leaning forward to closing the small space between you. But he doesn’t. Even though Tyson wants to. He wants to so badly.

And despite knowing he doesn’t feel that way about you, your heart breaks a little.

“Sorry, I had to get it.” Tyson smiles, dropping his hand from your cheek and trying to get back to the normalcy of your friendship. You nod in appreciation as he grabs a napkin like this revolutionary moment, where he almost kissed you, didn’t just happen. Air fills your lungs again when you let go of the breath you didn’t even know you were holding.

“You saved me from looking like an idiot again. I owe you one.” You speak up, the same joking tone evident in each word. Tyson smiles in what seems like relief and you fall back into the familiar pattern of being the other’s best friend. Nothing happened and you have to erase the memory right now.

But that’s easier said than done when you wanted his lips on yours more than anything.

II.

The only thing Tyson’s earlier text stated was to be dressed warm and to be ready by six which is when he would be picking you up. And even though he’s trying desperately to keep where you’re going a secret, you already know. Blossoms of Light at the Denver Botanic Gardens has been on your winter festivities list with Tys since the beginning and it’s his favorite of the annual activities.

Every single year he tries to disguise going to see the beautiful outdoor light displays by creating some intricate plan to trick you every time. And even though you always figure it out, you never tell him because seeing the look of accomplishment and admiration is your favorite thing in the entire world.

So here you are, pulling on your gloves and Avs beanie ready for a fun night with the boy you adore just as the buzzer sounds by the front door of your apartment.

“It’s me! You better let me up or we’ll be late.” Tyson exclaims with a chuckle, his voice grainy through the small speaker. You can’t help but roll your eyes before clicking the button to respond.

“Then stay where you are. I’m coming down right now.” You don’t give Tyson a chance to respond because you grab your bag and close the door behind you a few seconds after those words leave your mouth. A giddy feeling flows through your veins at the thought of what’s waiting in the lobby; the boy you love and a winter night that is sure to be nothing but a good time.

“Finally!” Tyson exclaims when you step out of the elevator only a few minutes later. “It took you long enough.” You giggle at his chirps and just shove your gloved hands into your pockets. The sight of him all cozy in preparation for spending a few hours out in the cold of winter warms your heart. It’s simple moments like this that remind you how lucky you are to have the sweet boy as your best friend.

“Says the boy who takes years to get ready to go anywhere.” You tease right back as you fall into step with him and head out to his car. The drive isn’t long and it’s full of the gorgeous views of Denver which still haven’t gotten old despite living in the city for years now. By time Tyson finds a parking spot and is opening your door, you can’t help but think about how perfect a night it is to be checking this specific activity off your annual list.

“We’re here!” Tyson proclaims while smiling so wide that the corners of his eyes crinkle.

“You couldn’t have picked a better night for Blossoms of Light, Tys. I’m impressed.” The words are genuine and although you saw the surprise coming, there’s still a rush of giddiness about stepping into the park which is decorated with thousands of colorful lights.

“I try, I try.” He laughs in response, bumping your shoulder in a playful manner and walking next to you down the designated paths. After visiting the famous attraction so many times, you both have the map memorized and have your favorite parts of the stunning lights that turn the park into a dazzling wonderland at night during the winter season.

Thanks to a recent snowstorm that passed through a few days ago, there is a fresh layer of snow that blankets every aspect of the park and the lights. It’s so pretty and you can only hope that everyone gets to experience the magic of this little place even just once. There’s nothing more you could ask for than taking in the breathtaking sights with the boy who means the world to you.

Like any other time you spend together, Tyson fills the air with happy chatter which has you laughing more often than not and you keep him up to date with anything that he may have missed when he’s busy with practices or games. It’s comfortable, familiar and feels like home. You cherish moments like this for when he’s on the road and suddenly life in the Rockies feels a little more lonely than usual.

So you lean into his side, mostly for warmth, and enjoy every second of being right here.

When you turn a corner which reveals the lake which has a variety of vibrant floating balls scattered across the water surface, you hook your arm around Tyson’s and gently interrupt his rambling.

“One year you should invite your mom and Kacey to come do this with us.”

Tyson almost stops in his tracks, but offers you the sweet smile that makes every worry disappear. His eyes go wide for a few seconds and you can’t stop the way your heart soars at how cute he is.

“And share one of our special winter activities? I can’t let them in on the secret.” Tyson responds with a laugh until he realizes you’re serious. “Where’s that coming from?” He asks as you both start walking down the path again.

“I don’t know. It sometimes occurs to me that I’m lucky enough to live here and do life with someone as incredible as you by my side most of the time. That makes me feel like the luckiest person in the world. And your family misses you more than I think you realize so it would be great being able to share this with them. Don’t you think so?” The explanation comes out in a rush and Tyson notices how you blush under his gaze.

“No, they would love it. You’re absolutely right. I’ll have to see when our schedules allow for it to happen next year.” He grins in response, squeezing you in closer for a few seconds.

“And maybe I miss Kacey so it would be fun to see her again.” You admit, looking up to see his reaction which is exactly what you expect it to be.

“Hey! You’re stuck with me whether you like it or not.”

You don’t get a chance to respond because your eyes land on the best part of the whole experience. Tyson notes your sudden silence before realizing you’re staring ahead and a smile tugs at the corners of his lips at how in awe you are. The walkway is surrounded by trees on both sides, each decorated in a different color. Without another word, you take a few slow steps forward to be under the beautiful illumination and Tyson’s breath is stolen away.

He’s always thought you were gorgeous but everything about you right now is stunning. And although he might be biased because there are underlying feelings there, all he can think about is how he wants every single one of these little moments with you for the rest of his life. To see you look this effortlessly beautiful all the time.

Tyson is by your side again after taking a few seconds to admire you. His hand gently presses into your lower back as a silent reminder that he’s there. Your eyes are sparkling as you look around. No matter how many times you see this same exact spot on the path, it amazes you for some unknown reason.

With one simple turn, you face Tyson and find that he’s been looking at you the whole time. You can’t tell what he’s thinking, but the expression on his face has butterflies erupting in your stomach. You try not to get wrapped up in the thoughts that he might and could easily kiss you. That’s the farthest thing from what you’re supposed to want from him.

But before you can even grasp the idea fully, Tyson’s pulling away and flashing a smile like he always does. A sense of disappointment weighs heavy on your heart. No matter how badly you wanted more, you can’t risk losing him. So you continue on through the decorated tree arch and enjoy the rest of the night with your best friend like nothing different happened.

III.

“There she is!” Mel exclaims the second you step into the suite. The rest of the WAGs turn their heads towards the door and a small burst of cheering breaks out. You roll your eyes while laughing as Mel gives you a tight hug, relishing in the feeling of belonging with the girls who have come to mean so much to you.

“I come to almost every home game. The excitement isn’t necessary anymore.” You state matter-of-factly, but Mel waves the comment off while making note of the fact you’re wearing a burgundy and blue jersey with the number seventeen plastered across the back. Like you always do.

“Tyson said he wasn’t sure if you’d be coming tonight because of a conflict with your schedule at work. But you’re here! And you’ve been coming to games for like five years now, but that doesn’t mean we aren’t any less excited about you being here.” Mel explains before pulling you to the open seat next to her that you always claim. There isn’t much time to process what the captain’s wife just said before Linnea is climbing into your lap and Jackie is asking you about how you’ve been.

The familiarity of everyone’s company and the atmosphere at Ball Arena envelopes you in an instant. You aren’t a WAG, but Tyson insisted that you sit in the suite with them when you first started coming to his games years ago. It was nerve wracking meeting each of the players’ significant others and their kids, but they welcomed you with open arms and you’ve become such great friends with all of them.

And even though they know you’re here as Tyson’s best friend, some of the knowing looks you get suggest they have your little secret figured out. Not that you’d ever admit it out loud.

It isn’t until the boys skate out for warm-ups and your attention tracks number seventeen around the ice that Mel’s words resurface in your mind. There’s a very good possibility that Tyson has no idea you’re here right now because he was under the impression you wouldn’t be able to make it. You didn’t think about texting him earlier to let him know that your workload in the office was lighter today so you’d be watching from your usual spot. A smile tugs at the corners of your lips at the thought of how seeing him after the game now means you’re surprising him.

With some effort, you push away the vision of seeing Tyson’s eyes light up and that beaming grin of his appearing when he spots you in the tunnel. That’s not going to help with keeping your emotions in check. So you focus on the game that’s just starting and stay engaged in conversations with all the WAGs while entertaining the little ones or jumping up in excitement when the Avalanche score.

Thanks to a goal from both Nate and Cale along with two goals from Tyson, Colorado won the game 4-2. Nothing but excitement fills the air in the suite as the final buzzer sounds and everyone in the arena celebrates the win. As you’re clapping and watching the line of hugs happen down on the ice Sydney, JT’s girlfriend, leans over to murmur something in your ear and her words warm your heart, but shock you just the same.

“Josty totally has no idea you made it tonight and with those two goals of his, I wouldn’t be surprised if he finally kissed you in the tunnel later.”

You try to respond with a denial because there’s no way that’s true, but Mel shakes your arm to grab your attention. The three stars of the night are being announced and there’s your best friend skating out onto the ice with his stick in the air.

“And tonight’s first star of the game, from your Colorado Avalanche, Tyson Jost!” Loud cheers erupt in response and Tyson tosses a puck over the glass to a little kid who had no doubt been eagerly waiting for that moment all night. The adoration rushing through your veins is indescribable. You’re always so proud of Tyson, but moments like this remind you just how incredible he is.

Right before he disappears into the locker room again, Tyson looks up towards the suite where you’re sitting just to flash his bright smile and send a wave in your direction. Every single person notices his actions, there’s no way to miss it, but no one notices how your heart soars with love. You desperately try to keep the emotions off your face as you continue celebrating with pride. Tyson has never done anything like that before and you can’t help but think about Sydney’s words just moments ago.

He doesn’t know you’re here so that wasn’t for you. And that’s okay. You’re just his best friend, nothing more.

The disappointment disappears within seconds especially when Mel asks if you’re ready to head downstairs with everyone. You’re practically buzzing by the time you arrive outside the locker room. Every fiber of your being is full of excitement about seeing Tyson after such an incredible game, but there’s still time before the team starts leaving so you fall into a conversation with a few of the girls again while anxiously waiting.

You don’t know if a few minutes have passed or an hour when the doors open and the guys start filing out of the locker room at their own pace. Each of them goes right to their significant other and families which fills the hallway with lighthearted chatter and many passionate greetings. Next to you, Mel is welcoming Gabe into a hug as the kids enthusiastically ask for his attention. It’s then you look back towards the door and that’s when you see him. He’s dressed in his plaid game day suit again and a few of his wild, but still perfect curls have fallen over his forehead.

JT is at his side like usual and a smirk appears on his lips when he catches sight of you first. In a split second, Tyson is looking towards whatever has his friend’s attention and the world seems to stop when your eyes meet his. His lips tug upward in a smile that you swear could replace the sun and he’s rushing towards you with a sense of urgency like no other.

Tyson’s arms immediately wrap you up in a tight, warm embrace and you can feel how his heart is racing under your ear resting on his chest. He squeezes you for a moment almost as if he doesn’t believe any of this is real. The feeling of home surrounds you which has you melting into Tyson’s touch before speaking up.

“You were amazing out there, Tys. Congrats on the two goals and a fantastic game.” You murmur into his chest, each word full of emotion as you try to commit every detail about this instant in time to memory.

“What are you doing here? I thought you couldn’t come tonight.” Tyson responds, too stunned to acknowledge your praise.

“Last minute schedule change at work. I didn’t even think twice about deciding to show up, but didn’t realize it would be such a surprise.” Tyson acknowledges the playful tone in your voice and pulls back from the hug to meet your eyes. If you weren’t already in love with him, the soft look on his face right now would’ve had you falling for him in no time. Your heart clenches at the sight and you know more than ever that Tyson is the most special person in your life.

“Of course it’s a surprise! Seeing you after a game is one of my favorite things in the world. And you got to see those two goals tonight so this is quite the treat.”

“I sure did, Mr. First Star of The Game.” You say with a tiny smirk while fumbling with the collar of his shirt as he fingers the small seventeens that are stitched onto the sleeves of the jersey you’re wearing. The rest of the world has fallen away, leaving just the two of you in your own little bubble.

“Hey,” Tyson speaks up, breaking the comfortable silence that’s full of bliss and gratefulness. He gently tips your chin up to lock his gaze with yours once more. Your brows must furrow in confusion at the action because he goes shy before rushing through the rest of what he wants to say. “Thank you for coming tonight. Going out there to play means so much more when it’s for someone other than me and I swear those goals wouldn’t have happened without you in the crowd.” He mumbles so quietly that you almost don’t hear him, but you hang onto every single word.

“No need to thank me, Tys. I’ll be your biggest supporter for the rest of my life. You should know that.” Your breath hitches as Tyson brings one hand up to push some of your hair back behind your ear. And even though everyone else’s attention is on both of you, nothing else matters but each other right now.

“I do.” Tyson whispers, his eyes flicking down to your lips. That familiar warmth of love spreads through your veins because maybe this is finally the time he takes the leap. Maybe this is the time where he actually kisses you like you want him to. Like Tyson wants to even if you don’t know that.

He leans in just slightly, his curls tickling your forehead and you wait for the moment to come. The feel of his lips against yours. But it never does. Because JT claps Tyson on the shoulder as if he didn’t interrupt something very important that could have happened before asking if the two of you want to join the team at the bar to celebrate the win.

You don’t notice the daggers Tyson shoots in his best friend’s direction as you swallow down the disappointment and nod in confirmation. Tyson reaches for your hand, which you let him take, but he can tell the moment shifted your emotions just like it did for him.

But even though he wanted to kiss you so badly, it was probably a good thing JT interrupted because Tyson can’t mess up what he has with you. No matter how in love he is.

IV.

There’s nothing you love more than spending hours upon hours getting lost in a bookstore. And Tyson knows that first hand considering he can’t count how many times he’s done exactly that with you. Something about the cozy atmosphere, thousands of different books to choose from and sipping on a warm drink while browsing has become the ultimate form of comfort for you. So it was no surprise one of Denver’s most beloved bookstores earned the seal of approval to be added to your annual winter festivities list in the first few years you and Tyson started the tradition.

As you stand in the entrance of the Tattered Cover with Tyson by your side, you quickly go over the rules for the activity ahead. A sense of giddiness rushes through your veins and being in the bookstore reminds you how much you love this particular part of everything the two of you do together every winter.

“Alright. You know the drill. Everything is game, but the goal is to find the best book possible for the other person. Any edition, copy or price. We’ll meet up right in front of the reading area on the second floor, got it?” You list off, eyes never wavering from him even though the beautiful store is just waiting to be admired.

Tyson nods in confirmation, a few brown curls falling over his forehead as that breathtaking smile you adore appears on his face. He’s bundled up in his winter coat and a scarf, looking more adorable than ever. The sight of him makes your heart race, but you keep the emotions at bay to focus on the current task.

“I’m so going to win again this year. I know you have some grand plan in that pretty head of yours, but there’s no way you’re going to beat me.” Tyson says with a teasing tone, shrugging nonchalantly. You can’t help and roll your eyes, but a giggle slips out anyway which makes Tyson blush at the sweet sound. Not that you notice.

“Whatever you say, Jost. I’ll believe it when I see it. See you in an hour, second floor reading area.” With that, you leave your best friend behind and head towards the elegant staircases that lead to the higher floors which are full of a wondrous selection of books. There’s one specific section you need to look in for the novel you’re hoping to find for Tyson.

Admittedly, out of the two of you, you’re the avid reader. You always had been and when you met Tys, he loved how you could get lost in a book for hours. So many birthday gifts or random surprises over the years have been a variety of books that Tyson always carefully picked out. He didn’t read much despite your efforts to get him into one of your favorite pastimes, but the opportunity to find the perfect match for him during this part of the winter tradition proved to be fun each time.

This year, your sights are set on finding exactly one book. Which is why you stepped into the young adult section and got to work browsing the many shelves for what has always been Tyson’s favorite book.

You have no idea what Tyson is searching for this time or where he is in the store at the moment. But you are excited to see what he picks because although you’ll most likely love it just because it’s from him, the boy has a wondrous talent in finding the most perfect pick for you. Last year, you let him win the playful competition due to the fact his find was a special edition of your all time favorite novel, but really the expression of pure excitement was what sealed the deal.

So now, it’s time to get the title back. Hopefully.

After what feels like hours looking through every single spine on the numerous shelves, a gasp falls from your lips as your eyes finally land on the title you hoped would be buried in the countless used books the Tattered Cover had available. Leaning up on your tiptoes, you carefully pull the book out of its spot and smile to yourself.

There, in your hands, is a special edition of the fourth Harry Potter book, Goblet of Fire. The whole series is Tyson’s favorite, but this particular book is the one he loves the most out of the seven. And here you are with a version that is so rare and one Tyson definitely doesn’t have. A sense of disbelief rolls over you as you flip through the loved pages and it’s then that you remember you have to meet him at the reading lounge on the second floor.

With the biggest grin and a heart full of happiness, you clutch the hardcover tight as you rush back towards the staircase to head downstairs. But before you can even make it to the cozy area that’s designated for customers to read in the bookstore, you slam into Tyson just as you round the corner.

“There you are! I’ve been looking for you.” Tyson says with chuckle, holding your arms to balance you for a second.

“We said we’d meet-”

“Downstairs. I know.” He cuts you off, that familiar glint of kindness flashing through his brown eyes. The momentary shock subsides and you focus on him. “But I couldn’t wait to show you because I found the perfect book. Like you aren’t ready for this.”

You raise your eyebrows skeptically, but indulge him because the curiosity is too much to bear even if you’re itching to give him the book you found. Instead, you nod and try to calm your heart down although you’re not sure if it’s racing because of the sudden run in or because of how he’s looking at you right now.

“Okay. Let’s see it then, Tys.”

A wild blush spreads across his cheeks at your words and he fidgets a little before ever so slowly pulling the book out from behind his back. You recognize the dark cover instantly, but the golden sticker in the corner that reads “signed copy” takes your breath away. Tyson watches your expression while holding his breath and when that look of awe takes over your facial features, adoration rushes through his veins.

“You found a signed copy of Ninth House? Like Leigh Bardugo actually signed this?” You ask, voice so quiet that nobody but Tyson would be able to hear you. Each word is tainted with shock and joy. You can’t believe he found this for you. It’s one of your very favorite books and the fact that it’s also signed by the author as well is a dream come true.

“It is. Look,” Tyson whispers, flipping to the title page where a signature is scribbled across the paper in black Sharpie. You take a sharp breath, eyes wandering over the unique mark. The smile on your face lights up Tyson’s world as you gently take the book into your hands and you blurt out the one thought on your mind that you shouldn’t say.

“I could kiss you right now.”

Tyson’s eyes go wide at the confession, but he can’t deny that he was thinking the same thing. You look absolutely beautiful like this, in your happy place and enjoying life for what it is. Everything in him wants to close the distance between the two of you and make his feelings known with a kiss. He goes so far to lean in towards you and you’re lost in your own emotions for him that his lips almost press against yours.

Except he pulls back and the moment is over almost as soon as it started.

You offer a bashful smile, directing your attention to giving him the book you chose for him and trying to ignore how badly you wanted him to kiss you. Even though the last thing you want is to ruin the incredible friendship the two of you share, everyday pushes you closer and closer to just making a move if Tyson won’t.

And considering this isn’t the first time he almost kissed you, the next one might just be your moment.

“How many times have I shown you how to tie your skates and you still don’t know how to do it the right way?” Tyson asks incredulously with a shake of his head before kneeling down in front of you and propping one foot up on his leg. He unties the messy laces and begins to tighten them the way you can never master.

“Maybe it’s just an excuse for you to tie my skates instead.” You tease and make a tiny yelp when Tyson pulls the laces too tight.

“It better not be, Y/N. I don’t mind helping, but I know you’re capable of almost everything because you’re stubborn and hate letting anyone else do things for you.”

“Except for tying my skates.” You point out with a giggle as Tyson rolls his eyes and reaches for your other foot.

“Except for tying your skates.” He repeats and concentrates on the perfect technique to make sure your ankles don’t wobble in the skates while also still being loose enough that it isn’t painful. There’s a small tap against your calf to signal he’s done and then Tyson holds out his hands to you. Gratefully, you take them and stand up before taking in the scene around you.

Skyline Park in the winter time is arguably the most gorgeous place in Denver, if not the entire state of Colorado. The snow covers all the eye-catching architecture and trees through the isolated area in the city. But what makes it the most special during this time of year is the full sized ice rink that is constructed right in the middle of the park.

One of the first things Tyson introduced you to after meeting all those years ago was the rink at Skyline Park. He said that even if it was a bit touristy, you couldn’t live in Denver and not go. You hardly knew how to skate then, and still aren’t the best to this day, but Tyson held your hand almost the whole time as an attempt at support and taught you how to glide around the ice effortlessly. The whole night remains one of your favorite memories ever.

When the winter festivities list was established, skating at Skyline Park was the very first addition. To no surprise.

Now, you’re teetering on your skates and following Tyson to the rink to complete the last activity on the annual list. You couldn’t be happier to have this tradition for another year and you forget all about how subpar your skills are on the ice to just enjoy the moment.

At 10 o’clock at night, the rink is almost empty. All the tourists and enthusiastic families with little children have all gone home for the day, leaving the sheet of ice much more open. It’s the best time to come and skate plus it creates a dreamy atmosphere that you can enjoy with Tyson which might just be the part you love the most.

“Ready?” Tyson’s soft voice breaks you out of the small trance before he squeezes your hand in reassurance. His eyes are sparkling with adoration and his cheeks are red from a mixture of the cold temperature and the blush that appears whenever he’s around you.

“Ready.” You respond confidently and just like that, the sole focus becomes on enjoying the beautiful moment with the boy who has your heart. Tyson steps onto the ice first, showing no signs of struggle considering he does this for a living. A few seconds later, you join him and get used to the slippery surface beneath your skates.

“Look! Already better than last year. You almost wiped out the moment you got on the ice.” He tips his head back with a laugh, the sweet sound you adore filling the air. You can’t help but roll your eyes in response, but it’s true. With each passing year the two of you complete this part of the tradition, your skating ability gets a little bit better. Tyson still teases you about it, obviously, but you wouldn’t want it any other way.

“Yeah, yeah. Not everyone is an NHL player like you, Tys. I’ll take my mediocre skating skills any day. I’m just happy to be here with you.” The biggest smile blossoms across his lips which sends your heart into a frenzy. You’re so in love with him that it hurts, but there’s no way you can ever admit that even if you have thought about it more often than not lately.

“Come on,” Tyson murmurs, taking your hand again and pulling you towards him. The two of you skate a few laps around the empty rink while trying to commit every detail of the moment to memory. The wind in your hair, the warmth of Tyson’s hand in yours, how light you feel on the ice, the light snow that has started to fall and most importantly, the happiness that envelops you.

Tyson keeps you laughing over stories about his teammates and you share comfortable conversations about countless topics. But soon, simple laps around the rink became a little too boring for the ball of energy who is your best friend and before you can suggest anything, Tyson gets that mischievous look on his face. Whatever he’s about to say is sure to be fun, but you’re all too familiar with the ideas of his that are nothing but trouble.

“What? What are you thinking?” You question him with a smirk, coming to a stop and facing him. Your skates bump into his and, like always, he balances you by just holding your arms stable for a few seconds.

“I was thinking,” Tyson begins, nothing but joy radiating off of him. His gaze never breaks away from yours even as he continues to speak. “That we should race. Down and back? I won’t make you go around the rink since your crossovers are pretty terrible.” You playfully hit his chest at the comment even though you’re laughing along.

“What’s in it for me? Because you know I’m going to win.”

“Winner gets bragging rights and dinner at their favorite restaurant next time we go out. And if you somehow win, I might even let you pick every movie during our next movie night.”

“You’ve got yourself a deal, Josty.” You announce, holding your hand out to shake. There’s no way you’re going to beat him, not with the skills he has from years and years of playing hockey, but you won’t pass up the opportunity to try. Together, you skate to one end of the rink and space yourself out along the back boards. Tyson is practically beaming and you know he loves a good competition, but you can’t tell why he’s so happy at the moment.

“On the count of three.” Tyson exclaims, settling into a starting position that looks nothing like your own. “One, two, three!” In a split second, he is already flying down the ice towards the other end. A laugh slips out of your mouth as you try to gain speed without falling down in the process. There’s a loud cheer from the curly headed boy as he reaches the opposite side, the imaginary finish line, just as you make it to the middle of the ice.

“You knew I didn’t have a chance!” You yell back through a string of giggles. But just as you catch sight of his bright smile and joyful expression, you realize there’s a small problem. With the speed you’ve picked up, it seems impossible to slow down and you don’t know how to stop quickly. Panic must flash across your face at the realization because Tyson is repeating encouraging words the closer you get.

“Tys, move!” Instead of listening to your frantic warning, he remains stationary. Before you can even try to slow yourself down, you’re colliding with him and a gasp escapes past your lips. There’s no pain from any potential injuries, just Tyson’s firm grip on you which is also keeping you upright. Immediately, guilt and apologies flood your mind because the last thing you want to do is hurt him, but he speaks up before you can.

“We have to work on teaching you how to stop.” Tyson chuckles adorably, hands settling at your waist as you slide your feet together to regain your balance. You look up from his chest and realize how little space is between the two of you. Your lips are mere inches away from his, it would take minimal effort to just lean up and kiss him. His warm breath fans across your face while those brown eyes sparkle underneath the rink lights. Hundreds of delicate snowflakes have settled among his curls making him look like a dream and his cheeks are still tinted pink.

You swear there has never been a time before now where you wanted to make your true feelings known this much. This is the boy you love more than anything. And he has no idea.

“Thank you for catching me. I’m sorry if I hurt you in the process.” Your voice is soft with emotion which doesn’t go unnoticed by Tyson. His heart is beating out of his chest because this would be the perfect moment to kiss you and confess everything that’s been weighing on his heart for years now. He pushes the thought away though to focus on making sure that you’re okay after the near accident which could’ve been worse without him acting as a buffer.

“I always have you, Y/N. You know that right? I don’t care if it’s stopping you on the ice so you don’t break a leg or being there when you need it most. You can count on me no matter what.” Tyson replies, each word full of honesty and a kind of love that is different from the friendly one you share.

There’s a tug in your chest and you can feel the atmosphere shifting with his words. Tyson has never shied away from saying what’s on his mind, which is what this feels like, but you can tell he’s struggling with letting the rest of the thought out. On instinct, you push yourself closer to him when a large gust of wind blows by and his arms wrap you up in an embrace that has you thinking one thing.

This is it. This is it. He’s finally going to do it.

His eyes flicker down to your lips for a few seconds and just as he leans in even the slightest bit, the gentle expression on his facial features changes. You know that means his mind has changed or he thought of some silly excuse to not go through with his previous actions, but you can’t take it anymore. The almost kisses over the last month have been driving you crazy and you don’t know how much longer you can hide the love you have for him.

Before he can pull back and write the moment off as if it didn’t happen, you cup one of his cheeks in your hand as the other settles at the back of his neck. You smile at how surprised he looks, but take a leap of faith and press your lips against his in a tender kiss. Tyson instantly melts into you, trying to pull you in closer and kisses you back in an effort to convey the unbelievable feelings he hasn’t found the courage to voice out loud.

The rest of the world seems to fall away and you’re aware of nothing but him. The way his lips feel against yours, how the warmth of love is spreading through your veins and how this is even better than you’ve dreamed it to be. You can’t ignore how perfect everything is in this exact moment and when Tyson smiles against your lips, it’s a telltale sign he feels the same way.

You grudgingly pull away due to needing air and reality sets in. What if that just messed everything up? It doesn’t take long for your mind to spiral and Tyson recognizes what's happening. Even though he’s still stunned in the best way possible, he doesn’t hesitate to lean in for another quick kiss as a way of quieting those thoughts.

“This may or may not be a surprise, but I’ve been trying to find the perfect time to kiss you throughout the entirety of our winter traditions. You beat me to it.” Tyson whispers, brushing your hair back and admiring how beautiful you are.

“If I didn’t do it, I wasn’t sure you ever would.” You respond with a shy chuckle, rubbing your thumb across his cheek. “I’m really glad I did though. It’s really hard to hide that you’re in love with your best friend for years, you know.”

“I’ve been thinking about it for way too long. Just ask anyone on the team. But I wanted to get it right and make sure that you felt the same way. Which apparently you do.”

“I most definitely do, Tys. I most definitely do.”

#tyson jost #tyson jost imagine #tyson jost fic #tyson jost blurb #winter exchange fic 2k22 #colorado avalanche #nhl fic #nhl imagine #hockey fic #hockey imagine #tyson jost fluff

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Everlark Smut by shesasurvivor

Lately, one of my first real forays into Everlark fanfic, Blue on Grey/A House United have been getting some attention for its smut, and that's exciting! Those stories hold a special place in my heart and I'm still incredibly proud of them. But I've also written several smutty stories over the last decade that, in my opinion, are also every bit as deserving as attention, and I thought I would put together a post highlighting them!

Below is, as of January 2022, a complete list of all the smutty Everlark stories I've ever written.

Blue on Grey - As Katniss Everdeen and her family deal with the painful aftermath on the losing side of the Civil War, they also must adjust when a young Yankee soldier is stationed in their house.

A House United - Follow up to Blue on Grey. Katniss Everdeen has done the unspeakable with Union soldier Peeta Mellark. Now she's agreed to marry him. But first, they must make it through a proper courtship while surviving the trials of the Reconstruction Era South. Historical AU.

Getting There - Katniss has started being intimate with Peeta, but there are still a few barriers she needs to break through to fully enjoy herself. A suggestion from Dr. Aurelius may be just what she needs. Post-Mockingjay, masturbation/mutual masturbation. This remains my single favorite piece of smut I've ever written. As one wonderful reviewer on FFN put it, its, "realistic and perfectly in character, seems almost like a natural extension of canon, and is still both INSANELY hot and sweet at the same time." Exactly what I was going for, and I'm so proud.

Rain will Make the Flowers Grow - It’s a far cry from how we both were mere months ago, broken shadows of our former selves. At one point, I believed any hope of being with him had truly died out. But now we’re here, together. And this is happening. I could cry if I weren’t so caught up in the heat of the moment. Various insights to the life Katniss and Peeta build together post-Mockingjay. Another favorite of mine. Thinking of renaming my entire Post-MJ series with this name, because it's perfect.

This Flame will Burn Forever - "'Fine,' I say, pretending to be annoyed. 'Peeta, I- ' the words become choked up in my throat, just like they always do. And I hate that they do, because it isn’t that I don’t want Peeta to know the truth. I’ve told him how I feel about him, more than once. I want him to know, because I never want to hide anything from him ever again. And really, this isn’t why I have a hard time saying it. It’s because a part of me--an irrational part of me, I’ll admit--is afraid that by saying it out loud, some force, somewhere, will pick up on it and take him away from me again." Katniss and Peeta spend a cold winter day wrapped up in each other. Not quite as explicit as some of my other fics, but still revolves quite a bit around sex so I'm including it.

Netflix and Chill - Katniss Everdeen works three jobs, and is a full time student. She really needs to learn how to chill–and Peeta Mellark knows how to help. Modern Day AU. Written for the Fall 2016 MoreS2SL fundraiser.

Everybody's Got a Dark Side - When Katniss reminds Peeta about the time President Snow visited the study, it accidentally triggers an episode. Then Peeta decides it's time to reclaim Katniss... and the desk. Hijacked!Peeta smut, post-Mockingjay. Another one I'm proud of, because this is different from the kind of thing I usually write. It was fun to do.

Cosa Nostra - Katniss Everdeen is a performer for The Mockingjay, a hotel and casino run by mob boss Coriolanus Snow in Las Vegas. Peeta Mellark is the accountant who might be a plant for the FBI in The Mockingjay’s business office. The two are instantly drawn to each other, but how can anything possibly end well when they are on two opposing sides? Especially when the mob will have no problem harming Katniss’s sister if she betrays them. 1950’s historical AU set in mob-run Las Vegas. This one is special to me, because it was inspired by my own time living in Las Vegas. Smut is only in one chapter, but oh, it's there.

The Tigers Come at Night - Forced into prostitution in the Capitol, Katniss and Peeta find a way to seek refuge in the only people who understand: each other. But when they begin to sleep together for comfort in the supposed safety of their own homes, an unplanned occurrence makes the third Quarter Quell more difficult than it already is. Catching Fire AU. WARNING: Forced prostitution, non-con sexual situations. I questioned including this story on my list, because most of the sex scenes are absolutely not meant to be taken as anything other than incredibly traumatic; they're not meant to be romanticized at all. But there are a few this story that are genuinely romantic, and the story is generally about sex. Just please note that this story is dark, and it's not meant to glorify non-consensual sex in the slightest.

And the Sea is A-Roar - The people of land aren’t supposed to interact with those who live in the sea. It’s a law that was decreed long ago. Peeta, prince of the kingdom by the sea, knows this better than anyone. But the sea calls to him, and he finds himself unable to resist. On a secret visit to the shore one day, he finds himself attempting to save a mysterious woman, only for her to save him instead. Upon discovering that his savior is a mermaid, the two strike up a deal for her to give him secret swimming lessons. However, Peeta finds it harder to keep his taboo relationship with the mermaid hidden; and worse, he finds himself falling for her. Finally, the most recent of my smutty stories, because who doesn't love a good smutty mermaid AU?

#Everlark #Everlark fanfic

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swinterr · 3 years

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fic rec vii ♡

hi!

this is a another new set of fic rec and i’ll probably do a compilation of genre (?) just like the first ones.

read and support the fic and authors here: the fic rec ♡

made some changes like tidying up a bit and adding summary, for those that doesn’t have any summary i’ll try my best to add my own summary (it will probably be shit tho, i ain’t making a smut summary guys, i’m not confident in my describing a fic ability but i’ll try my best. if its in italic it means i made the summary hehez ) if the summary is shit, i made it okay.

a for angst

f for fluff

s for smut

// for series or list

kpop oc/s

1. jane by @baejiyeonz

2. bee by @purpleyellow

3. lian by @nct-lian

4. taehui by @jeontaehui

nct

sungchan

1. [10:47 pm] by @dont-look-down-on-me | f

- based on the nct relay cam.

haechan

1. [5:21] by @dont-look-down-on-me | f

- based on the nct relay cam.

2. you’re warm by @dreamystuffers | f

- a drunk hyuck can only mean a clingy hyuck.

3. you’re short too by @pastelsicheng | f

- 5 times hyuck teases u for ur height.

4. no title by @heychan | s

- dirty thought cockwarming haechan and johnny comes in to the room while you are trying to hide it but haechan doesn’t care.

5. wishes by @lucaswithnoshirt | a f

- standing on stage is everything you’ve dreamed of. except in the time it’s taken you to get there, you’ve been dreaming about other things, too.

jaehyun

1. moving in: the series by @jaehyun-ified | f

- after agreeing to move-in with jaehyun, you decided to curate a little series on your channel to both give in to your viewer’s request to have jaehyun frequently on your contents and to document your moving in process with the love of you life.

2. [8:14 pm] by @dont-look-down-on-me | f

- based on the nct relay cam.

3. boyfriend by @simpsiren | a

- a relationship with jaehyun wasn’t always perfect. there wasn’t a definite label on it, which only sent the relationship down a complicated pathway as we tried to find the meaning of our love once again.

4. best part by @okayoongii | f

- don’t know how to describe this tho, just read it. also 10/10

5. can i help you? by @sugarjaee | f s

- when working an extra long shift at work, your boyfriend surprises you with a visit.

6. stages of love by @biletdoux | a f s

- a playlist for the trials and tribulations of a beating heart.

7. [9:04 am] by @jeongvision | // f

- domestic fluffy blurb. 10/10!!

8. suds by @kim-taehung | s

- first person to move does the dishes for a week. nothing is off-limits.

9. promise by @bvbyxuxi | f a

- jaehyun has loved you since you were both kids, things were going well until he messed everything up; meeting again as young adults, he refuses to let you go again but would you give him another chance?

mark

1. one minus on plus one by @wonjaekook | f a

- in all of the years you’ve known jungwoo, you should have figured out to not take his words at face value because, though you haven’t even met, mark lee seems to hate your guts.

2. [12:03] by @dont-look-down-on-me | f

- based on the nct relay cam.

3. pretty boy by @epinebleue | f a

- fluff, the tiniest bit of angst, the reader is two years older than mark, jaehyun makes an appearance as the reader’s fuck buddy, use of alcohol and drugs (marijuana), mentions of violence (mark punches someone), smut (protected sex, inexperienced!mark, dry humping).

4. camera flash by @morkleemelon | f

- mark taking a picture but forgot to remove flash waking up oc, pretty fluffy and cute! 10/10!!!

5. retrouvailles by @kireimarkeu | f

- counting down the days until you finally see your long-distance boyfriend.

jungwoo

1. [1:14 pm] by @dont-look-down-on-me | f

- based on the nct relay cam.

johnny

1. man-icure by @haejunehui | f

- based on jcc ep. 26

taeyong

1. reverb by @lovingonrepeat | s

- taeyong + studio sex.

2. unspoken by @bvbyxuxi | f s

- you had never thought to see taeyong again after your one night stand with him until this year where he takes you by surprise; turns out he wasn’t the guy you sought him out to be after all.

ten

1. [2:32 pm] by @dont-look-down-on-me | f

- based on the nct relay cam.

lucas

1. [4:31 pm] by @dont-look-down-on-me | f

- based on the nct relay cam.

2. king of hearts by @raibebe | f s a

- a little bit of everything, a chef’s kiss.

yuta

1. [5:51 pm ] by @dont-look-down-on-me | f

- based on the nct relay cam.

doyoung

1. redamancy by @heavenlyhaechan | f

- this is just so fluffy! i wished to be doyong gf please.

2. fools together by @yongiefilms | f

- two fools in love with each other?

3. acedia by @jaeminscoffee | f

- a day in the life of yours and doyoung's love life.

4. our little secret by @haejunehui | f

- read to know their little secret. hehe.

5. caught red handed by @hannie-dul-set | f

- all you wanted to do was take a picture of the handsome law student during your train ride home. you did not expect things to end up like this.

jeno

1. i see red by @0097linersb | s

- pure filth 🥵10/10 tho.

2. addiction by @love-mi | s f

- you and jeno keep your relationship a secret to avoid backlash from your companies and fans; but keeping himself away only makes him want you more.

3. surprise visit by @nakamotonudes | f s

- you hadn’t seen your boyfriend for over a month because of his hectic schedule so when he suddenly shows up at your place one night for a surprise visit, you both have to make every second worth it.

bts

jungkook

1. the pitter-patter of the heart by @koorara | f s a //

- pieces of newlywed domestic moments with jungkook, your husband. the young film and literature lecturer and his wife, you, who works as a journalist of a web magazine. both of you managing the career, the time for each other and the new house. not to forget, chip, the cat that has been with you for years.

2. please love me by @ahundredtimesover | // f s a

- as the only unmarried jeon and kim children, your families propose a union to symbolize your unbreakable bond that spans generations. but despite developing an affection for jungkook growing up, he never returned it; he never seemed to like you, actually. you’re okay with the proposal, but surprise surprise, he isn’t.

3. first love, last love by @floralseokjin | f s //

- a collection of drabbles following the longterm relationship between jungkook and you...

4. second chances by @parkhabits | a s

- work. one of the most important things to him. It kept him company at night, it was all he thought about, all he put his attention to. his work had become the mistress within your marriage. years after you left him you’re back with only one goal in mind. get him to sign the damn divorce papers. yet you should’ve known that your husband wouldn’t let you go that easily.

5. crush by @jungxk | f s

- jungkook woke up with amnesia (?) he totally forgets that he has a wife and child. and he totally has a huge crush on his wife.

6. bare necessities by @gguksgalaxy | f s a

- when you ask your boyfriend for a relaxing vacation you don’t exactly expect him to take you to disneyland out of all places. luckily, jungkook knows just how to get you to relax — being needy is definitely not the way. or is it…

7. krampus for christmas by @ddaenysus | f

- when your daughter overhears your nightly activities close to christmas, jungkook takes it upon himself to convince her it was the sounds of the legendary demon goat.

8. a date with destiny by @imjustfanfictrash | f s

- you are a boss lady in the tech industry traveling to world for work. he is a chart-topping artist touring the globe to perform in front of millions of fans. In the cosmos of life, you are not likely to cross paths. luckily, fate has a different plan for you two.

9. stranded by @gguksgalaxy | f s a

- jungkook’s offer to help you study for your exam is unwelcome. his entire presence is unwelcome. you don’t want help from the guy who passes all his classes without even trying. it’s annoying — he is annoying. from the way he grins whenever he catches you staring at him, to the way his eyes shine whenever he smiles at you. oh, and let’s not forget the way his tattoos shift when he stretches or the way his jawline sharpens when he’s focused. nope, you definitely can’t stand him.

10. sprout by @v-hope | f

- after a nice evening out with your friends, you find yourself coming home to your sleeping toddler and the new hairstyle she had tried on your husband.

11. friday nights and take-out by @ahundredtimesover | // f s a

- you meet pop star/idol jeon jungkook at the café, you get close, and as hyejin says, you’re like friends with benefits without the sex. but you’re bad at feelings and so is he.

12. jealousy by @ephemeralkookie | f s a

- jungkook’s closest friend, namjoon is getting married and he invited you three to his wedding. the only unexpected thing was jisoo, his ex, and we’ll just say that you were not too happy to see her flirting with your boyfriend right under your nose

13. a quarter past us by @jjiimin | f a

- when you break up with him out of fear of losing your freedom in university, he finds himself showing you why leaving him isn’t the answer.

14. pretty boy by @angelguk | // f s a

- alternatively known as the jock!jk universe drabbles in vague chronological order.

15. summer solstice by @boulevardk | s

- down on your luck and desperate for a successful harvest, you pray to the gods. you figure no one in heaven was listening to your prayers when nothing happens immediately. but one fateful night, your prayers are answered. are you willing to pay the price? the sacrifice might not be what you were expecting….

16. lilac wisteria by @blushoseoks | f a

- over the years, things change - but the one constant is your love for lilac wisterias.…okay, maybe jungkook’s been there too.or, alternatively:the first time jeon jungkook says that he is going to marry you, you are five years old sitting underneath a large wisteria tree.

17. obsessed with your ass by @kooklovesu | f s

- jungkook has an obsession with your body he cant get enough of praising you. he wasn’t comfy showing the world his affection towards you in public because he’s a private guy, but when he finally did, good luck.

18. from home by @gyukult | // f s a

- jungkook is the youngest of five boys, the last in line to truly inherit any his parents’ money. but what if his mom suddenly cuts him off due to his current poor behavior and he’s forced to learn how it feels like to be part of the working class?

19. black card by @minsprings | // f s

- black card fic and drabbles, also a chef’s kiss.

20. oh my god, they were (quarantined) roommates by @ot7always | f s

- what do you do when you’re quarantined for months on end with jeon jungkook - s tier cuddler, workout robot, and thirst trap extraordinaire? fuck him, you guess.

21. let the games begin by @venusiangguk | s

- just another fic where oc rides jk in his gaming chair pls still read it tho lmao its hot i promise

22. the probability of us by @jiminrings | f s

- jungkook’s the son of the university’s president, y/n’s cardigan is everyone’s favorite, and adjacent walls mean shared victories.

23. open when by @iluv-hobi | f

- jungkook likes to write letters to you, especially ones with purposes, like “open when ___”. one day, on a particularly bad day, you open, “open when you’ve had a shitty day”.

24. good day by @ilikemesometaetaes | f s

- his motive was made quite clear once he called you out of work. he just wanted to spend a nice day with his girlfriend. is that too much to ask for?

25. calculated by @whatifyoulivelikethat | // s

- some people would call you far too serious. some would call you stuck-up. and some would call you a bitch. but to freshman jeon jungkook, you’re the head calculus I TA noona – and he’s determined to fuck you.

26. brat taming by @sugasbabiie | s a f

- jungkook has been your roommate for almost a year. since the day he moved in he has acted like nothing but a spoiled little brat who is used to getting anything and anyone he wants. he eats your food, he doesn’t clean, he’s loud, oh and now he has colored his hair the exact shade of blonde as you. He’ll do anything to get under your skin. you’ve had enough of his filthy mouth and his fuckboy ways. it’s time to tame that bratty little roommate of yours. think you can handle it?

27. sugarplum energy by @bymoonchild | f s a

- you know no bounds nor depth with jungkook. while your fuck buddy loves sleeping in your bed and doing laundry for you with his favourite fabric softener, you are in love with a mysterious honeyed, velvety voice on soundcloud. all’s fine, until you find out that the voice that metaphors your heart to a sweet sugarplum melody actually belongs to the boy who has been taking up a special spot in your bed and in your heart, strumming at your heartstrings all this while. or, jungkook has one braincell, but it’s heart-shaped.

28. ancient history by @moononthejoon | a s f

- there is no way to deny that you and jungkook have chemistry. the two of you used to be a couple, after all. what happens when after a not-so-amicable breakup the two of you are cast as opposite leads of a movie?

29. that’s not daddy by @nochuobsessed | f

- jungkook comes home with a new hair color and his sons can’t tell if he’s appa or not. pretty cute! 10/10

30. no title by @himbojk | s

- jk got a blowie from his oc while on a zoom class meeting, like cam on with a whole set up but his oc under the table sucking the life out of him while he sits and tries to take notes .

31. dilf jk by @himbojk | // s f

- dilf jk drabbles.

32. no title by @himbojk | s

- blond jk with full tattoo sleeve who looks like the baddest boy but is actually baby and just wants a handie in the library while studying with his oc because she aspires to have those high grades.

33. no title by @noteguk | s

- bf!jungkook going down on the reader while they watch anime.

34. silent treatment by @blu-joons | f

- baby kook asking daddy kook to say sorry to mommy. 10/10 too!

35. getting railed by @dearlytea | s

- getting dicked by your boyfriend during a train ride.

36. the view by @koyamuses | s

- jungkook knows exactly what turns you on; every kink, every dirty fantasy that’s buried deep within your mind. he knows exactly how to make you beg for it.

37. let’s play: dirty by @jungkxook | f s

- on today’s stream, watch as the king of gaming jeon jungkook gets totally pwned by some newbie player on overwatch (he swears he was stream sniped)! to make matters worse, he can’t seem to focus anymore when you’re in the room but he promises that’s not because he’s in love with you or anything. use code ‘jungkook’ on any game purchase through steam at checkout for 25% off so that jungkook has something to feel better about! iloveyou btw!

38. more dilf!jk by @cutechim | s

- oc thirsting over jk, talk about finances, jungwoo is an innocent cock-block as infants are, disrespect towards a major film franchise.

39. you are inherently beautiful by @ggukachuwu | f a

- when y/n and jungkook accidentally reveal their relationship to the public because she walked in on him doing a vlive and now netizens and kmedia are tearing apart her appearance because y/n is chubby from struggling with pcos. jungkook takes it upon himself to cheer her up because he absolutely adores her.

40. morning with jk by @min-arya | f

- jungkook drabble of him catching his s/o admiring him in the morning with soft sleepy cuddles.

41. even a forest fire dies out by @9uk | a s

- it became from “grab a coffee with me?” to “why should I grab a coffee with you?” too fast for your liking. you had thought the both of you were so in love with each other—only to realise it was only you who had fallen into this trap of feelings. and as for jungkook, he might have just been as confused as you are.

42. all that we had by @starlightauroras-writes | a s

- four years, two months and five days ago, you lost the love of your life with no explanation. living with a failed marriage at such a young age without knowing why was impossibly hard, and when you’re invited to your high school reunion, knowing he would be there, you really don’t want to go. what happens when you do leaves you questioning fate.

43. aquarium by @whatifyoulivelikethat | // a

- life after jeon jungkook was grey. you had to find your own color, grow your own rainbow. but what would surprise you the most is the appearance of white cosmos, seven of them clutched tightly in kim taehyung’s hand.

44. contentment by @btsqualityy | f s

- oc’s using jk’s card to buy rug and the rest is history. 10/10!!

45. heartbreaker with a heart of gold by @filmflowersbangtan | a s

- love this!!! you know i love me some angst! 10/10!!!!!

46. the ikea test by @mercurygguk | f

- you and jeongguk face the IKEA test. successfully? sure!

47. before you universe by @ephemeralkookie | // a f s

- jungkook has taken a huge place in your life after he tattooed you, and you can’t even picture how life was before him. he has always been there for you since day one. but how will things change after you find out you’re pregnant?

48. christmas cream(pie) by @smoochkooks | s f

- a day before christmas dinner with your boyfriend’s parents, you discover another alternative way to use the chocolate cream you’re making. jungkook is more than willing to indulge in your little fantasy.

49. last minute by @moononthejoon | f s

- christmas day had gone by, and now you were back home after holidays with your family. your friends had agreed to have a late christmas party, but as always, you and jungkook procrastinated gift buying.

50. you go in knowing bros together by @blu-joons | f

- a cute fluffy knowing at knowing bros moment.

51. no title by @v-hope | f

- the way y/n would react when someone else flirts with jk and how he’d handle the situation.

52. hair dye by @mercurygguk | f s

- jungkook got his hair dyed while at work. you lose your mind the moment he steps through the door.

53. stay gold by @yeojaa | s

- blond!jk being a good boy?

54. crystal snow by @honeyj00ns | f

- when you join Jungkook and the rest of the guys for some fun in the snow, he can’t help but feel jealous.

55. 6:21 am by @sincerelyourfangirl | f

- in which he makes your morning extra special.

56. plan b by @btsracket | s

- dressing room quickie, unprotected sex request, use of Plan b pill

57. possession by @bngtanah | s

- jungkook is your boyfriend, sometimes you have to remind him what that means.

58. puffs and touches by @mintseesaw | f s

- “Stop doing that with your face, someone else is going to snatch you up”

59. the quiet things by @btsracket | s

- sleeping bag sex.

60. good boy by @ephemeralkookie | s

- secret, read to find out AHAHAHHA.

61. make it right by @jungkxook | a s

- you’re wholeheartedly, madly in love with jungkook and yet you shouldn’t be because it’s been almost a year since you broke up with him. worst part of it all is that you know he’s still in love with you too

62. it takes two by @junghelioseok | s

- struggling with the idea of your ex-boyfriend moving on, you enlist the help of your quiet roommate in a scheme that quickly spirals out of control.

jimin

1. picking petals by @cutechim | s

- you asked for a baby, so a baby is what you’re going to get.

taehyung

1. daddy by @btsracket | f s

- there’s only one choice when this happens on a date out.

2. love me or we both go down by @gukyi | f s a

- after going through with an arranged marriage to please his parents and secure his inheritance of the family business, kim taehyung thinks he’s got it all figured out. he doesn’t. apparently just being married to you isn’t enough, not when everybody and their mother can pick up on the fact that the two of you absolutely loathe each other. but taehyung wants his inheritance one way or another, so he decides that desperate times call for desperate measures: the two of you need to fall in love, and you need to fall in love fast.

3. saudade by @jiminssthetic | a s f

- a demanding idol lifestyle was something taehyung and yourself were all too familiar with. it wasn’t so hard when considering your unconditional love for one another, but lately, taehyung wasn’t the same anymore; and you decide it’s time to find out why.

4. ineffable by @99liners | f

- boyfriend taehyung takes care of his sick s/o.

5. tease by @caiuscassiuss | s

- you knew you were hot. you saw how the guys looked at you, how their eyes were drawn to a tight t-shirt or short skirt. and maybe this would fail epically—crash and burn like a failed experiment—but you wanted to get under kim taehyung’s skin the only way you knew how.

6. aquarium by @whatifyoulivelikethat | // a

got7

yugyeom

1. yugyeom as you boyfriend by @sunshinekookie | f

- i need more yugyeom fics in my life.

astro

eunwoo

1. rainy say saviour by @imsarahbum | f a

- upon seeing you getting bullied after school for being short, dongmin can’t help but step in and defend you - despite both of you not really knowing anything about each other.

anyway, thank you again for the writers please take care and be safe!

please free to recommend your favorite fic that i haven’t feature yet.

if the links won’t work and i labelled some fics wrong please let me know and i’ll try to fix it as soon as possible!

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Here’s a list of the fics i read last month that i absolutely love and recommend! Don’t forget to leave comments and kudos if you enjoyed the fic! And happy new year folks!

❄️ Letters to June by @larryyouknow | @Larry_you_know | abo | M | 41k

It's 1915, Europe is in the middle of the Great War. Omega Louis decides to join the Letter Home Project to become someone’s penfriend. Through this he meets a lovely soldier who hasn't got anyone else to send a letter to. Along with his letter, comes a picture of the most handsome alpha Louis has ever seen.

❄️ In my bed (you’re not here) by @dehydratedpool | @dehydratedpool | M | 5.6k

Louis fears that his long-term boyfriend Harry is losing feelings for him. A drunken night reveals he might be wrong.

❄️ Bring It Back That Old Feeling by @all-these-larrythings | @Rearviewdreamer | M | 57k

After six years together, Harry thought there wasn’t anything that he didn’t know about his husband, and no problem they couldn’t solve with a kiss and a snuggle. After a painful year of booze and heartache, he realizes some problems are much harder to fix, but the wait is always worth it.

❄️ a common place affliction by @thepolourryexpress | @thepolourryexpress | abo | E | 36k

“You should go home,” Louis muses, and Harry can feel the omega crouch down to become eye level with Harry, poking his cheek with a dainty finger. Harry lifts his arm, taking a peek at Louis’ face. Louis looks tired, he notes, but not exhausted, and there’s an eyelash stuck to his cheek. Harry doesn’t hesitate to lazily reach out and thumb over his cheek

“Can’t,” Harry croaks, blindly twisting his hand around to grab at Louis’ offending finger and just holding it. “C’mere. Take a nap with me,” he asks after a beat, opening an eye to look at Louis.

Louis raises an eyebrow. “M’not going to nap with you in the middle of the ER, H.”

Sighing, Harry squeezes the young nurse’s finger. “Nobody cares.” He knows they do; they’ll annoy nurses and probably worry patients when they catch sight of a nurse and surgeon sleeping on the job. Let alone in the middle of the emergency ward hallway. Harry can hear the complaints now: ‘these are the people we’re supposed to trust with our lives?’

❄️ If I Loved You Less by @allwaswell16 | @allwaswell16 | abo | E | 36k

Louis has the aristocracy at his feet and all the suitors he could hope for, but his secrets may ruin his chance at a love match.

❄️ Could We Be Such Fools by @loveislarryislove | @LiveLaughLoveLarry | M | 27k

Harry snorts. “The truth, is it?” he says. “That’s an interesting idea. What’s the ‘truth,’ then? Are you going to tell me about how my fiancé is just too irresistible, about how you love him more than I ever could, about how you deserve him?”

“No,” Louis says honestly. “I definitely don’t deserve him -- and neither do you. We both deserve way better.”

❄️ I’ve Got You by @alltheselights | @alltheselights | abo | E | 63k

As a reward for saving the king's life, Harry is offered omega Prince Louis' hand in marriage. Neither of them has any interest in the union going forward, and so they concoct a plan to prove to the king that they are far from a perfect match.

❄️ Single Bells Ring by @absoloutenonsense | @nonsensedarling | abo | M | 17k

A holiday singles event is not where Louis wants to be tonight, but there he is, helping his best friend find love. Just as Louis is settling in, ready to have a terrible time, he meets the fittest alpha he’s ever come across.

❄️ All Your Mates Are Here by @londonfoginacup | @LadyLondonderry | Teen And Up Audiences | 36k

"The pack is... It's folding, Harry."

Like every werewolf does when they get to a new town, Harry joined one of the many local packs when he started university. Now, three years into his program, he's hit with the news that his pack is giving up, going their separate ways. In the wake of the holidays, the three single wolves from the Majestic pack are pointed in the direction of a new pack to join; one that's got struggles of its own.

A new pack, a new house, and two new roommates with personal space issues... Plus exams, of course.

❄️ Rapture by @allwaswell16 | @allwaswell16 | vampires | E | 3k

It was New Year's Eve in Victorian London, and a lonely vampire could no longer resist the stunning lamplighter he watched night after night.

❄️ Voicemail sings a wreck by @falsegoodnight | @falsegoodnight

Louis is the president of the biggest omega sorority on campus, Harry is the president of the biggest alpha fraternity on campus, and they do not get along.

(p.s. this is my first time doing monthly recs, so please be nice! i’m mostly doing this for myself since my bookmarks are a mess and this is my way to keep track of the fics that i’ve read and recommend)

#monthly fic rec #larry fic recs #december fic rec #december 21 fic rec #fic rec

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Do you have any Harlivy fic recommendations? Preferably something that is already completed?

OH I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE

okay okay so quick little tangent fact !! I actually just finished my undergrad degree in "english literature analysis & writing" and reading fics is so fun bc I get to analyze them and break them down and if it's particularly well written the stars align and it's just UGH so good.

ratings are: E (explicit) M (mature) T (teens and up) and G (everyone) anyways here is a HUGE list of my favorite fics to date, their stats/details/plots, reasonings as to why they're on the list to begin with, and a short analysis:

SHORT STORIES (less than 30k words)

for your convenience they’re in order of length bc I’m focusing on this super hard rn

KISS YOUR BEST FRIEND CHALLENGE (T) STATS — 340 words, shenanigans, fluff PLOT — Harley, TikTok and general Social Media queen, decides to do the trending challenge to kiss your best friend. The best friend? Her roommate and the woman she’s been crushing on for fucking ever: Poison Ivy.

AM I TOO CLOSE? (CAUSE YOU FOLD INTO ME LIKE A HEART WITH A BEAT) (G) STATS — 839 words, fluff, shenanigans PLOT — Harley genuinely wasn’t looking for trouble, but it’s hard to just have a day out when you’re one of Gotham’s most wanted. Running into Ivy, she takes drastic measures (and her hoodie into the mix) to distract the police from looking in their direction.

I’M HOME (G) STATS — 892 words, domestic fluff PLOT — After a long and rough day at work, Ivy comes home to Harley. Relaying the details of her day, she basks in the comfort of her girlfriend, who provides gentle questions and is a phenomenal listener. General cuteness.

CONFLICT DIAMONDS (G) STATS — 990 words, wedding shenanigans, banter, humor PLOT — Batman and Renee Montoya respond to a break-in at a jewelry store, except even though the owner is duct-taped to the wall, it isn’t really a break-in; Harley’s just trying to shop for a ring for Ivy, and that’s difficult to do when the owner is screaming in the corner. Batman and Renee both pitch in to help pick something nice for Harley’s girl, resulting in hilarious banter.

OF COURSE (T) STATS — 1.1k words, hurt/comfort (kinda), harley quinn animated tv show centric PLOT — In the aftermath of Ivy’s death, rebirth, and the fall of Joker Tower, Harley collapses onto the ground. Since she never mentioned that her parents are the reason for most of her injuries, Ivy isn’t sure why she’s so out of it.

PERFECT MORNINGS (T) STATS — 1.1k words, domestic fluff/bliss PLOT — Ivy, who usually wakes up early and before Harley, takes a moment to look at the countless muscles, ridges, scars, and tattoos on Harley’s body as she sleeps. General cuteness.

I’D LOVE TO CHECK YOU OUT (T) STATS — 1.7k words, university au, fluff PLOT — Harley visits the library virtually every day, and it’s definitely not because she needs to work on her university courses and homework. She finally works up the courage to speak to the alluring redhead she sees there every day while absentmindedly looking at a book on sharks.

I’LL LOVE YOU IN THE MORNING (NOON, NIGHT) (T) STATS — 2.1k words, angst, hurt/comfort PLOT — A snapshot look into Ivy and how she comes to know, care, and love all the sides of Harley—from psychiatrist to criminal to girlfriend. She loves her throughout it all.

DAY-DREAMING (T) STATS — 2.2k words, shenanigans, psychiatrist Harleen PLOT — Ivy’s falling for her psychiatrist—her humorous, intelligent, caring, and downright gorgeous psychiatrist. It’s difficult, to say the least.

WHAT HAPPENS IN THEMYSCIRA (DOESN’T) STAY IN THEMYSCIRA (T) STATS — 2.3k words, humor, wedding shenanigans, angst with a happy ending PLOT — In a surprise twist of events, Harley and Ivy were drunkenly married at Themyscira. When asked at the wedding if anybody had objections to the union of Ivy and Chuck, Wonder Woman and the Queen of Themyscira herself come to object. Ivy, for lack of a better word, wants to die a little.

NOT A ROCKER CHICK (T) STATS — 3.1k words, rock band au, fluff PLOT — The last thing Ivy wants to do is go to a rock band concert with her best friend, Selina. Despite her best efforts, she can’t help but completely fall into the rhythm of the band and their music, so different than her own norm. And okay, maybe the singer (who Selina was friends with and called “Harley”) was also kinda hot...

A TENDER HEART AMONG THE GREEN (T) STATS — 3.2k words, gotham city sirens raise Lucy au, domestic bliss PLOT — Harley and Selina come back home to the apartment to find Ivy passed out asleep with Lucy cuddling into the crook of her neck and Selina’s cats cuddling her legs. Knowing that Ivy would rather be caught dead than in such a compromising situation (after all, she is the Poison Ivy, who “hates humans”) the two take a photo, since it lasts longer. Shenanigans and cuteness ensue.

BUILDING YOUR GIRL’S SECOND STORY (M) STATS — 3.3k words, university/grad school au, angst with a happy ending PLOT — Snapshots of Harley’s battle with her violent and abusive boyfriend, Jack, and the way in which Bruce, his boyfriend Clark, and her best friend (and potentially lover) Pamela all love Harley and will do anything, anything, to make sure she gets the help, care, and love she needs.

A DIFFERENT KIND OF NORMAL (T) STATS — 3.6k words, coronavirus pandemic/quarantine au, family au PLOT — Ivy is requested by the Justice League to help create and manufacture a vaccine for the COVID-19 virus. As she works on the vaccine, she video calls Harley and their daughter Lucy, both of whom miss her very much.

RABBIT IN THE GARDEN (T) STATS — 4.4k words, implied suicide attempt, hard angst PLOT — Winters are difficult to Ivy. When Harley comes home one day to see her submerged fully in water in the bathtub, the only thing Harley can do is cry and take her out. Ultimately Ivy is alright—but it doesn’t make it any easier.

WE WILL BE (EVERYTHING THAT WE’D EVER NEED) (T) STATS — 5.8k words, high school au, angst, hurt/comfort PLOT — Harley and Ivy are best friends from high school, living in the middle of Arizona. Ivy is absolutely head over heels for Harley, but the latter is in a growing and increasingly abusive relationship with the older “bad-boy” (literally) Jack. Eventually, the two grow together in more ways than one.

WHERE THE RED FERN GROWS (EXCEPT NO DOGS DIE) (M) STATS — 9.7k words, domestic bliss, no powers just botanist & psychiatrist au PLOT — After her abusive ex-boyfriend tries to maniacally tear down the front door of her apartment with an ax as her best friend, Selina, pushes the table against the splintering wood, Bruce recommends that Harley gets a dog. She gets two German Shepard brothers—Bud and Lou—who lead her one day on their walk to the most beautiful flower shop owner Harley’s ever seen. The story of Harley and Ivy, told with Bud and Lou present to witness every moment.

THE MOMENT I AWAKEN GHOSTS (T) STATS — 11.7k words, falling in love, feelings & realizations PLOT — A deep look into Ivy’s feelings and how they evolve from general hatred against Harleen the psychiatrist at Arkham to a blooming, kind and gentle love towards Harley Quinn, the crown jester of crime.

HARLEQUIN’S ISLE (T) STATS — 17.5k words, hurt/comfort, happy ending, shenanigans, humor PLOT — Harley and Ivy decide to go on a vacation on Bruce Wayne’s new eco-friendly plane, but in a surprise twist of events, things go terribly wrong, Ivy falls out of the plane, and the two (as well as all the other rich and wealthy big-name CEOS on the plane) get stranded on an island with someone actively trying to rob the investors. Harley and Ivy will fight them, god damn it, because they deserve this vacation and they will have it.

LONGER STORIES (30k words to 100k words)

YOUR LOVE (DÉJÀ VU) (G) STATS — 33k words, slow burn, mild angst, canon divergence PLOT — A what-if-Harley-found-Ivy-first fic, YOUR LOVE wonderfully illustrates Dr. Harleen Quinzel treating Ivy in a wonderfully humane and kind way, including learning floriography, the language of flowers, in order to better relate to her. Ivy is taken aback by her doctor's genuine care and begins to develop feelings, all the while Harleen falls hard and fast which wholly confuses and frightens her. The one caveat is that while this is happening, Harleen is also treating the Joker as well, who tries (keyword: tries) to manipulate her. Ivy and Harley dance a timid tango around one another as they try to navigate this new playing field of romantic feelings for one another, and things come to a breaking point when Harleen realizes that, perhaps, all of her patients have a point and that the real villains are not the ones inside the asylum, but rather the ones running it. FAVORITE DETAILS — I just love the way this is written. It provides a wonderful and almost skinny-love like romance (except this takes place in an insane asylum) as Harleen and Ivy both try to understand their strong feelings for one another. The way in which the rogues and other inmates/patients all look out for one another was very heartwarming, and Waylon and Eddie's thinly veiled camaraderie with Ivy—and her thinly veiled appreciation for it—were both lovely and created a really warm environment. It really underlined why Harley loved them because you love them too in the process, and see how she reaches her breaking point. CHARACTER DEPICTIONS — Harley, as she is in all of my favorite fics, is depicted as an incredibly intelligent and talented psychiatrist. Her caring nature is wonderfully outlined in this fic as she helps Waylon, Eddie, Ivy, and everybody else in the asylum be treated with genuine respect and care, going as far as to get them personalized gifts. Her psyche fracturing slowly never once makes her seem unintelligent to the reader, even as she actively places a ditz persona in order to fool the rest of the asylum staff (and the Joker). Ivy, on the other hand, is illustrated in a way that perfectly shows how all she genuinely needed was someone to listen. She's sometimes harsh and crass but you can see how she begins to soften as Harley helps her and treats her with: you guessed it, genuine respect. FINAL VERDICT — I would get this tattooed on my ass if I could

NOVEL LENGTH WORKS (100k+ words)

ACROSS THE WAY (M) STATS — 128.7k words, slow-burn, tattoo artist & flower shop owner au PLOT — Botanist and flower shop owner Pamela Isley moves to Gotham from Seattle in search of a new life. Her shop is located directly next to a tattoo shop—one that is incredibly loud and bothersome. Upon walking in to give the shop a piece of her mind, she meets one of the resident artsits, Harley Quinzel, and cannot get her out of her mind. The two become best friends, and feelings slowly start to develop. On a night when Harley is most vulnerable and in need of a place to escape, Pam offers her apartment as a refuge, and from that point on things are never the same again (in the best way possible). FAVORITE DETAILS — The SIT sessions were a wonderful touch and I loved seeing the recovery of both Ivy and Harley, because it was so real. I also loved how once Harley got out, she did everything in her power to protect both herself and Ivy from Jack, and we got to see her and Ivy grow into their wonderful, healthy romance. CHARACTER DEPICTIONS — I love how all of the characters are illustrated; Selina, who is the caring best friend and genuinely does her best to help others around her all the while being her cocky, usual self. Pam, who escaped Seattle and started anew in Gotham and is the crass botanist and also the insanely kind and caring lover. Barbara is the adorable coffee shop owner, Floyd is the caring figure for Harley that she never had, and everyone is just wonderful. FINAL VERDICT — literally go read this rn, what are you even doing

MAD LOVE: THE BEGINNING & MAD LOVE: THE FINAL CHAPTER (M) STATS — nearly 400k words total, angst, canon divergence, domestic fluff, slice of life PLOT — imagine YOUR LOVE except this is much longer, much more heart-wrenching, a whole lot more angsty, and Harleen's break with Harley is a lot more prevalent. Another what-if scenario of Dr. Harleen Quinzel meeting and treating the illusive Poison Ivy instead of the Joker, MAD LOVE shows an interesting depiction of the way they manipulate, hurt, care, and love one another. The entire story is riddled with well placed metaphors, recurring themes, and both Ivy and Harley's characters are illustrated in the most complex and interesting way. All throughout both the initial and the sequel, Ivy and Harleen play a metaphorical chess game in manipulation as a means to gain the upper-hand on the other, which creates a dangerous foundation for their following love story. In the sequel, "The Final Chapter," the story starts with Harley and Ivy—already married near the end of "A New Beginning"—having two kids and the entire piece spans over Harley's lifetime until she's on her deathbed, with Ivy still stuck at 33 years old beside her. I personally stopped reading the story after Harley died (I was too emotionally vulnerable to continue on) but if you continue reading on, you get to see Ivy move on and appreciate Harley's impact on her life as she finds love and happiness again after the loss of her wife. FAVORITE DETAILS — We get insight into both Ivy and Harleen's trauma, and how not everything can be fixed with love. Neither Harleen nor Ivy (or their actions for that matter) are characterized as perfect in any way, and the story never excuses any of their more-than-questionable actions; in fact they make MANY mistakes and manipulate one another throughout the story, and both have power over the other (Harleen is her psychiatrist, but Ivy could easily kill her, so emotional power over someone with immense physical power). CHARACTER DEPICTIONS — Harleen is depicted as an incredibly intelligent and capable psychiatrist, and the story somehow wonderfully mixes Harley's desire for violent chaos with Harleen's desire to help others. v Ivy is illustrated as the epitome of "I hate you and will not be nice unless you're literally either my wife or kids." She is seldom kind to others, is often crass, but an entire softy when it comes to Harleen and their children. She's a hard worker and is heavily involved in her research. Harleen, on the other hand, is equally cunning but more lighthearted, extremely athletic and active, the "fun" mom, and less into power trips (unless it's about Ivy). FINAL VERDICT — definitely the most interesting fics I've ever read in my entire fucking life, it's so complex and wonderful and a literal minefield of analysis worthy literature, I'd also get this tattooed on my ass if I could

#mryanswers #harlivy #jfc #this is a long ass post #please I spent hours on it #literally

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Dangerous Game- Dominic x Reader [SMUT]

Dominic aka Hot Aswang Leader, Abswang, Zadddy Aswang x Reader

Warnings (?): Smut, Blood, Biting, Implied Relationship, Implied Consent, Dominic being slightly possessive? M A R K I N G S, Oral (female receiving), THEY BE GOING AT IT NON-STOP

Genre: Good Ol’ Fashioned Forbidden Love (if there’s a genre like that LMAO)

Description: I wrote this at 3:40 am last night while listening to Dangerous Game from the Broadway Musical, Jeykll and Hyde and my brain immediately went, why not coconut? So have this little brain fart I just got when I’m supposed to be sleeping. Come get y’alls juice Dominic simps. Also, reader is AFAB but I’ll try my hand at a gender-neutral one if ever I get possessed by the spirits of determination, diligence and inspiration. Also included a Bridgerton reference there and maybe an Ang Darling Kong Aswang reference too kasi why the fuck not.

PS. I’ve managed to finish this up sometime around 2:45 am today and yes I did sleep last night/yesterday and no, I didn’t spend my whole weekend writing this fic. Maybe.

He knew this was all sorts of wrong from the start and yet here he was, standing within the bed chambers of the woman he burns for more than anything in this world and a strong and almost otherworldly desire that only could be satiated by being with her. Dominic knew that his kind and his lover’s kind would be at odds due to how their nature was as a creature of the night to prey on humans. Although despite this, he was feeling hopeful that his relationship with his beloved would last. As the Aswang Prince, he was well aware that was happening around the clans he ruled over and he also knew of the union of Elisa who happened to be one of his people and her now husband, Victor. He also knew about the bloodshed that had taken place during that time and how it led to the civil unrest and rebellion within the tribes of his kind that rages on up until this day.

The wind from the open window where he had come from seemed to rage on and about outside as if there was a storm brewing. There before him stood (y/n) clad in her sleepwear with her back facing him, dark eyes wide in disbelief and brows furrowed in uncertainty and the Aswang Prince could tell from the way she stood and presented herself that she was thinking about the same thing as him. Shrugging off his coat, he then took a step forward towards his beloved who seemed to be unmoving before him, strong arms wrapped around her shoulders, his sharp nails gently running down the tense woman’s arms, back before halting to a stop on her neck and stomach with a gentle yet vice-like grip, his face gently nuzzling against her warm skin, breathing in her scent like a drug.

I feel your fingers- Brushing my shoulder- Your tempting touch, As it tingles my spine- Watching your eyes As they invade my soul- Forbidden pleasures I'm afraid to make mine.

“D-Dominic, what are you doing…?” His lover would ask, trying her best to pull herself away from the prince, breath hitched in her throat, soft lips trapped in between her teeth. “Hindi natin tong pwedeng ipagpatuloy….delikado na.” Tilting her head towards him, Dominic responded to her, breath ghosting over her lips, “I know…Pero wala na akong pakilam kung mahuli pa tayong dalawa.” Before he would bestow his lover a searing and passionate kiss hotter than the flames of hell and the santelmo could ever conjure, his hands relinquishing their hold upon her throat as they made their way down past her shoulders, breasts and stomach only to disappear between the valley of her thighs where his fingers would make quick work of her folds, already dripping wet with her arousal, making his lover groan out in pleasure, his hips bucking against her backside.

At the touch of your hand- At the sound of your voice- At the moment your eyes meet mine- I am out of my mind- I am out of control- Full of feelings I can't define!

With Dominic’s left hand still relentlessly working upon his lover’s heat, he could feel (Y/N)’s hands attempt to push him away once more, her chest heaving and skin flushed a deep red, letting out a fragile keen of his name escape her lips before he took a step back once he felt her tug on his jeans, a hint for him to take off what was left of his clothing, the thick plume of desire that once clouded his mind seemed to dissipate when he felt his own arousal escape the confines of his now discarded garments as he let out a moan of his own once he saw (Y/N) drop her night dress to the ground, awakening something primal within him, eyes drinking in every single curve, dip and imperfections that his lover had. To him, (Y/N) was the most beautiful woman he had set his sights on regardless of what she would say and it was pretty ironic to say that an Aswang like him was starting to believe that God was real and that God was definitely a woman that took the form of his lover who was perfect in every way.

It's a sin with no name- Like a tiger to tame And my senses proclaim It's a dangerous game!

With their lips pressed together in a heated kiss that seemed to drive them both wild, the raven haired Prince of the night drew back with a low snarl, his teeth trapping her lips between his enough to draw blood as he pulled away with a smirk, the dark red liquid staining both of their lips as he spoke, voice raspy and deep, “I’ll make sure that you’ll only feel me and only me tonight and leave marks on your skin as a symbol of my love. Sa akin ka lang at ako sayo, naiintindihan mo ba?” his words seemed to send chills down the quivering woman’s spine as he dragged his sharp nails down against her soft flesh, his lips and occasionally his tongue and fangs would trail lower and lower, his face disappearing between her legs, eating her out like a starved beast, his nose brushing against the soft bundle of nerves, hands gripping her thighs and hips tightly with his unnatural strength, his nails dug into her flesh, which left miniscule bleeding marks where Dominic held her, his eyes boring into hers, drinking in the sounds (Y/N) made like fine wine.

It's a sin with no name- Like a tiger to tame And my senses proclaim It's a dangerous game! A darker dream That has no ending Something unreal That you want to be true.

They’ve done this a million of times but Dominic would never get tired of hearing his lover’s needy pleas for him whenever they made love like this, his fingers would tease her entrance relentlessly, watching her squirm and thrash upon her mattress with an almost sadistic delight. He loved how she would beg for him, how her body reacted to his fervent touches and how breathless she would get after he would kiss her. He loved every second of it and it was safe to say that Dominic was proud of himself to be able to make his beloved to become like this and all for his eyes only. After a few more flicks of his devilishly talented tongue, Dominic then pulled away a grin plastered on his face while his partner mewled rather pathetically, almost as if to ask him why he ceased his relentless teasing just as she was this close on reaching her much needed release and was surprised to feel two of his fingers enter her, curling and twisting inside of her clenching walls that made Dominic groan the same time his love had yelped and screamed his name out like a desperate prayer and all at once his fingers came out of her with a satisfying ‘pop’, admiring how her juices coated his fingers and glistened in the dim lighting of her room like ambrosia.

A strange romance Out of a mystery tale The frightened princess Doesn't know what to do!

Does she just run away? Does she risk it and stay? Either way, there's no way to win! All I know is, I'm lost And I'm counting the cost My emotions are in a spin! And though no one's to blame...

“Here, have a taste of yourself.” Dominic stated, pressing his fingers against (Y/N)’s lips, which of course the overstimulated woman took in with such eagerness, sucking on his digits like how she would suck on a lollipop, her gaze hazy and pupils blown, almost turning themselves as dark as the night and that was enough for Dominic to enter her without warning but had enough preparation for him, her moans silenced by the fingers that were still in her mouth, her tongue now swirling around them making him growl against the junction of her shoulder and neck, his fangs piercing the skin there as well before he pulled his fingers away from her mouth, replacing it with his own, not minding the slight metallic taste from the incisions he had left a few moments ago.

It's a crime and a shame! But it's true, all the same It's a dangerous game!

No one speaks- Not one word- All the words are in our eyes Silence speaks Loud and clear- All the words we want to hear! It was an all lips, tongue and teeth type of kiss that seemed to flare both of their senses up into overdrive and making the lovers both drunk and high off of the euphoria they were sharing. Both of their bodies rocking against each other, their hands grasping whatever their fingers could touch, grab and tug at. Dominic could feel (Y/N)’s nails run down from his shoulders and down to his back, edging him to go as fast as he could on her, his hair sticking haphazardly onto his now sweaty skin, hips furiously slamming into her with no breaks at all. Dominic was living for it and this action alone made him hoist (Y/N)’s leg up to rest upon his shoulder while the other one snuck behind her, reeling the woman in closer by her haunches, both of them moaning in delight. At that moment they both couldn’t care less about the sounds they made, the important thing was that they were both here together, regardless of what the consequences that would soon bestow upon them.

What happened next between them was all a blur save for the things they’ve done in one whole night. Dominic took (Y/N) to great heights with him making love to her continuously, he had her pressed against the wall with him taking her from behind, on the floor, on her dresser, on every possible surface and position he could think of down to the point where the two of them did it in front of the mirror where he would watch his length disappear within her and the way her breasts would bounce every single time he would thrust into her, his hand would grip on her throat and would tighten slightly, lips would ghost over her ear whispering a string of curses and words that would give Satan himself a run for his money and his lover would respond to every word he would say with a moan or a mantra of his name and it was a sign that she was close, coming for whatever time that night and he was nearing his climax too from the way he was holding her against him.

I am losing my mind- I am losing control- Full of feelings I can't define! It's a sin with no name Like a tiger to tame and though no one's to blame It's a crime and a shame And the angels proclaim It's a dangerous game!

“D-dom, I-I’m close!!” (Y/N) cried out with tears in her eyes the moment Dominic had thrown her upon her bed, her toes curling and hands balled up into fists, . “Then come with me, my love. I w-want to see you break.” The prince would respond as he pulled her into a tight embrace, still rocking against her like there was no tomorrow and soon enough, they both came together leaving (Y/N) mumbling out his name like a babbling child, her insides coated with his own juices as she shakily held into her, both trembling from the extreme ecstasy they both felt.

Once they both had come down from their respective highs, the Aswang Leader could only pull his face back from its previous position from (Y/N)’s shoulder, his touch soft and light as he brushed away some strands away from her face with a soft smile as the two basked in the afterglow of their passionate love making, the two would merely hold entwine each other’s hands as a silent promise to never let go of each other before Dominic pressed a sweet kiss upon it. “Mahal kita.” He spoke firmly, eyes full of love, warmth and vulnerability that only she was allowed to see as the female responded with a kiss and a soft smile before saying, “Mahal din kita, Dominic.” And soon the two lovers fell asleep, with their bodies pressed up against each other.

It's a dangerous game! Such a dangerous game...

#trese #trese netflix #aswang leader #dominic #trese x reader #fanfic #smut #dominic x reader #dominic simps come get y'alls juice #lemon #trese dominic #iTS ALMOST DAYBREAK FFS #BACKPAIN AND SHOULDER PAIN IS REAL #ENJOY YA SIMPS #Also a side note #please for the love of all that is holy proof read your works #I JUST NOTICED I PUT FLOOR TWICE IN THIS FFS #trese imagine

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