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asterjennifer · 2 years

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hi! i love your content so much, and you’re such a sweet person! i’ve actually started writing fanfics bc of your encouragement!!

i was hoping to request GE and SE Saeran (or just GE if that makes it easier!) with a chubby mc with a history of self harm, relapsing with their atypical anorexia (due to hitting their highest recorded weight) and hiding it from him? mostly because they don’t want to add to his problems, as well as a fear of being stopped. i’ve relapsed in my atyp ana, and it’s been a bit of a struggle lately. i’m quite in love with saeran and have been for years, so i’m sorta looking for comfort, haha. but!! if this is too triggering of an ask, you def don’t have to write it!! thank you so much <3 and pls don’t worry, i’m sure i’ll come out of it again :)

🎀 Oh my dear... Hearing you being encouraged by my words makes me so happy.. And you got this! I know you can, you'll be okay again just like Saeran <3 🎀

Body and Mind

Fandom: Mystic Messenger

Pairing: GE Saeran x Reader

Category: Angst (Fluff)

Warnings: eating disorder, confrontation

Word count: 2106

Author's Note: Well if you'd like a little story, then let's focus on GE Saeran^^

Summary: What had happened to your body, it's none he should know.

Although you try to hide away it's obvious he comes to learn as he never fails to watch you closely.

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Probably, it wouldn't have been so difficult for you if you'd said something from the beginning, you knew that very well. But opening up wasn't always one of the things you could claim as your strengths. Most of the time it's incredibly difficult for you to get even a single word out about your problem, or to squeeze it out like you've actually been doing all your life.

Whatever happened, one of your last intentions had been for the man you loved more than anything in this world to find out about your habits, which caused you ending up where you stood today.

Sometimes you broke your mind over the 'what ifs', although they only added oil to the fire named health. What if you would've been comfortable in your own skin. What if looking into the mirror wouldn't make you sick to the stomach? Could you have avoided ending up this way if having someone in your younger years reassuring you about better eating habits instead of scolding you for the intention of seeking attention instead?

People liked to misinterpret the weight that lay on your shoulders when it came to this topic, especially if it's your body as a whole. Some thought you're just wanting to be taken care of, others assumed you're stuck in major depression. Despite the sadness taking over at the subject, which you could never deny, it's not either of it.

That's fickle, the perfect picture of the flawless body. Was it even real outside of the internet? You sighed, rubbing your forehead in order to ease some of the headache following you around since the morning set in.

When others accused you for being needy, it's always the opposite reaction they earned. You didn't want pity or hushing, on the contrary, you never wanted for anyone to find out the mess you could become once it's back to the older days. Was it the recent stress? The fact it took so much out of you all when trying to save both Saeyoung and Saeran after dealing with three bad sides at once? Rika suddenly turned out to be one of the last concerns, that meant something.

You rushed through your hair, enjoying the sun coming through the curtains with the birds outside the house singing their usual songs. Now it's all settled, the bad was defeated and the days to come seemed to be filled with happiness, as Saeran loved to put it.

However, you're uncertain how true this would be for you personally. Not that you didn't enjoy the peace overtaking the future with many bright memories in mind, but there's a nagging feeling corrupting your bones.

You'd been handling it just fine until recently. Because it's finally time for the past to sink into your mind? Or perhaps the insecurities which had no time to reach your mind when being busy with more important matters crashed down onto you all at once with the impact so heavily. It's suffocating, to say at least.

Yet there's a small wish praying in the corner of your heart, even though it felt foreign to just think about it. What if he knew?

Never in your life did you want to bother your lover, who'd gone through a hell nobody could understand. All his life he was surrounded by the bad and dark parts of life itself, how could you ever end up spilling your worries on top of these haunting memories he's trying so hard to work through these days? How would you speak this burden if it's nothing in comparison to his pain? It didn't appear fair towards him. He deserved a carefree life.

Adding yourself to the list of his concerns felt selfish, so much so it's close to impossible mentioning the problem in any given way. It's not the first time you're dealing with it by yourself, it's only a matter of time until it's going better, all you had to do's keep quiet and go through this silently.

But you should've known better; should've known he's coming to realize when you started eating less. When standing in front of the mirror with a frown covering your face.

All these little indications painted the picture of what's truly happening without you making that conclusion before it's too late to turn back. Of course Saeran managed to find out, it's the confrontation you really should've seen coming and prepare for.

There you sat, trying not to let the stare of his ocean eyes get to you. At the edge of the bed, playing with your hair strands while staring out of the window instead of creating eye contact. It tore the thread of patience that's so thin to begin with.

The moment he'd been wishing you a good morning, as he's often up before you, and asked to join him in the kitchen since he made breakfast; you felt anxiety coming over your soul. Therefore you refused softly, waving your hand to play if off as having simple loss of appetite. But his kind facial expression changed to something so strict you hadn't seen in months.

Then he asked what has changed, literally laying out the issue at hand in front of your feet and it took all effort not to break down.

With his arms crossed, he watched your face twist in uncertainty. He leaned against the wall of the bedroom as he eyed your reaction rather closely and somehow it made you feel more exposed than ever. You had no idea what to say; let alone how to smooth out his suspicions.

He'd been dealing with weight problems back at Magenta as well, it's one of the reasons why you bonded so well with Ray from the start. He seemed to understand the torture of an empty stomach while still hating on the own body, which most of the time ended up in self-punishment. He understood and frankly; one hand you'd been grateful you've found someone who's struggling with similar issues, on the other, however, it created an empty space in your chest.

To know someone that pretty and amazing agonized himself to the brim's hard to accept once you develop feelings for that someone. Thanks to some knowledge, you're able to help him take better care of his health in general. Yet it never worked for yourself and now it looked like you're going to pay for avoiding that fact.

"Saeran, it's..." Your words stayed stuck in your throat by the imagination you're becoming another burden in his life. The man with white hair titled his head, pink tips long enough to cover his face by now.

He waited for you to continue. But you shook your head, knowing there's no explanation working in your favor. "Is it your weight that's bothering you?" His question stabbed right through your heart as you looked back at your lover. Saeran's face was unreadable which almost scared you more than getting called out. "You use the scales a lot lately.."

You bit down your tongue, trying to ignore the lump forming in your throat from the bitter taste. "How will you know?" Sounding a bit too defensive, Saeran didn't seem offended by it and just pointed back to the door. "The battery is empty. And Saeyoung and me use it very rarely." Now the feeling of incompetence filled your head as well, it's beyond your comprehension how he wasn't acting frustrated at your stupid questions.

"I.." The noise of your heart ripping echoed in your ears along the pulse that shoot through your veins. You searched for words, anything to ease the tension in the air before Saeran let his hand fall back down beside his body. "(N), whatever it is, you know.. I don't judge. I love you." The affection broke down the dam afterwards.

You immediately rubbed away the tears that found their way to the surface. "I'm dealing with eating disorder!" It wasn't your intention to snap; it happened regardless because you couldn't remember the last time you've said it out loud.

Saeran's eyes widened which you couldn't see as you avoided gazing into his face by staring at the floor. "I- I didn't want you to know, goddamn it," Your voice broke off at the edges. "I didn't want to be another problem you have to take care of and tend... But of course you had to notice!" The mumbling died down, leaving the silence to thicken the air you found difficult to breathe in.

What would he do now? Knowing this man from head to toe, yet getting surprised by his decisions to this day, you're unsure what his reaction would be like. Perhaps it's enough for him to drain out until he's unable to stay by your side. God knows it wouldn't be the first time someone took distance by that never ending circle you're stuck in.

"Why did you never tell me?" Was the first thing he said after what felt like an eternity of uncomfortable silence. "Keeping that a secret from me... I was worrying sick about you." Confused by that particular tone you finally found the courage to see he's pained.

His bright eyes owned a darker shade, for a second you feared he's close to crying. "You trust me with everything, why not this? What made you suffer all alone like this?"

The way he phrased it had the tears winning when running down your cheeks. You hugged yourself, a pathetic attempt to relax your stiff muscles. "I- I couldn't bear the thought of putting any more pain on you." Your confession deepened the frown on his face. "But you're the love of my life. You need to be open with me about such things, what.."

You hid your tears behind your eyes after lowering your head into both palms, it's not funny how you shook from the fear and nervousness inside your system. "I'm sorry-!" You yelped helplessly. "I don't know, I was scared.. I still am! I'm sorry."

The two hands coming around your shoulders frightened you until you realized he took steps closer. Saeran put them both onto your back to have your tears soak into his white shirt instead of your own skin. He pulled you pretty tightly and you sank into the safeness it offered. "Don't be sorry about your condition.. Don't be sorry for anything, my love." He whispered into your hair, leaving a little kiss to the top of your head.

"I'm just.. I'm sad you thought this would be a burden to me, because it's not. You could never, ever be a burden to me.. You know this, don't you?" Saeran felt you nod into the embrace, stroking his hand over your head lovingly.

You sniffed away the hurt, able to take in the warmth of his body and the fresh scent he carried tore down your walls, making you cry and sob out. At least the sound's muffled when pressing yourself deeper against him as you put both arms around him in return. God, shouldn't you have known better? You shouldn't have underestimated your lover.

Saeran hushed you accordingly. His heart beat faster than you're familiar with, it made you wonder how he's feeling about you keeping your lips sealed when wanting to be open with each other, maybe you deserved it he bluntly confronted you with everything. "Saeran.."

You sighed after calming down some more. The young man with minty colored eyes took the words out of your mouth before having the chance to say something else. "You know you're beautiful to me, right?" It caught you off guard.

He stroked through your hair strands carefully, never coming to a hold. "Your weight doesn't matter to me. Whatever you feel insecure about is something I cherish. Try to see if from my perspective." You closed your eyes, thinking what you would've done if he's the one dealing with this stuff. And it's no surprise it hurt when picturing him bearing it all by himself.

"I love you the way you are and if you need help, that is okay." He brushed his index finger under your chin, wanting to get a glimpse at your eyes. Looking up to him being that close, your heart couldn't help but skip a beat.

Saeran smiled warm while letting the touch wander to your cheek to wipe away the rest tears. "You're my angel. And I will gladly go through this with you. For however long you need it.. Or how hard it might be." As you smiled back at the comfort, Saeran huffed relieved. "You're no burden (N).. You're my everything."

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wooahaes · 9 months

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hi! (first time sending an ask so pls lmk if anyone has this emoji but-) i completely agree w/ u that writers should put a warning or smth that the fanfic will be catered to a certain body type as ive read fanfic w/o that and have felt insecure. not saying these writers are intentionally trying to make ppl feel bad, but they need to realize that sometimes their works do cater to thin/skinny body types and letting readers know that rly isnt a big deal. ty for always speaking ur truth! - 🐱 anon

hi nonny! im gonna answer all ur asks in one go <3 (no need to apologize for spamming! i had a moment of 'oh fuck did i say something wrong' but thats just anxiety brain speaking haha)

honestly! i genuinely don't mind if writers wanna intentionally write works for a thinner reader, it'd just be nice for them to write in a little warning at the beginning of the fic <3 i write chubby readers and mark 'em with chubby!reader so my audience knows, nothing wrong w doing it the other way around!

i also wanna say, i remember looking up "seventeen x chubby reader", "svt x chubby reader", or smth along those lines on tumblr but just knowing almost nothing will pop up 💔. until i saw a little fanfic called "tiger stripes" and was baffled that someone actually wrote something that had someone like me in mind. i remember feeling and being so happy about it. just thank you for your svt x chubby reader works because u make us chubby carats feel so seen 🫶🏼 - 🐱 anon

aaaa ty lovely!! im a chubby gal myself so i love writing chubby!reader fics from time to time when inspiration strikes <3 usually i try to keep everything body neutral so that anyone can enjoy my fics (even in my chubby reader fics, i try not to specify how big reader is so that anyone bigger can enjoy them), but sometimes i just gotta aim something for the chubby gals out there <3 tiger stripes is one of my most beloved fics and it genuinely makes me happy to think of my own stretch marks as tiger stripes hehe <3

ah anyway !! hope im not a bother w/ my asks !! i just wanted to tell u this despite my shyness bc idk, i rly feel like u needed to hear it 🙏🏼 anyway, i also wanna add ur a rly good writer and keep on doing what ur doing 👍🏼 - 🐱 anon

u are 100000% fine!! i love talking to anons and ur always welcome to pop into my inbox whenever you feel like it <3 + it does always help to hear that other chubby carats enjoy my work!! mwah mwah ur so sweet

tw fatphobia mentions (nothing explicitly fatphobic tho) // omg though.. i remember finding this [redacted] x reader fic and bc it appeared under the [removed] tag (smth like that) and i assumed that it was catered to fat ppl. but unfortunately it turned out to be incredibly fatphobic w/ it's themes, plot, + y/n. im not saying u have to be fat to write "x fat reader" fanfic but perhaps step away from writing for ppl u have no understanding of if ur gna write stuff like that.. - 🐱 anon

redacting the guy + the tag from your ask purely to try and avoid anyone tracking down the writer by any means! i trust my followers to not do something like that, but i'd feel better reducing that risk in any way <3

oh yikes! i think like... its worth it to sometimes address fatphobia in writing, but that kind of stuff 100% needs a warning! one of my current fic ideas involves a reader who is confident in her body but kinda relapses back to a previous mindset of 'maybe i Should be ashamed of it' after being fully insulted for being a bigger gal and the fic would absolutely have a warning.

i do agree that you def do not have to be a bigger person to write chubby/fat reader fics, but its definitely something you need to be mindful of when you wanna handle the heavier topics. im always happy to weigh in with my own thoughts + experiences, and im sure other people would be, too! no shame in trying to address it in themes/plot, but there's def a difference between endorsing those ideas and discussing them (and i'll say i have no idea which was being done in this fic)

(btw: no one go looking for this writer to say anything to them btw, we do not promote harassment on this blog--anon ur 100% fine to express ur opinions since i've seen fatphobia in reader fics, too, and it's okay to express discomfort with the idea. i'm always open to discussing things as long as they don't point too directly to anyone's work--and i'm equally open to taking down anything that pinpoints a certain writer.)

anyway ur 100% fine to send as many asks as u want!! im always happy to talk to people esp abt topics like this (or in general too!) <3 ty for being polite tho mwah mwah ur v cute

#🐱 anon #wooahaes.ask #asks.anon #fatphobia tw #(for a mention in another ask anon sent)#(im serious btw i removed the guy + the tag to reduce any risk of the writer being found)#(please do not go looking for the writer)

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liviusofpella · 1 year

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Fic Writer Ask Game

🎢 Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

🙋‍♀️ Do any irl people know you write fanfic?

💖 What made you start writing?

❌ What's a trope you will never write?

🎯 Have any of your readers accurately guessed major plot points? Care to share which?

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

🧠 Pick a character, and I'll tell you my favorite headcanon for them. [I actually don't know if you should pick or I should pick, let's pick both. Or just pick one, you decide. You pick a character and tell your headcanon and/or I pick Nik Ryder and you tell me a few headcanons.]

🤩 Who is your favorite character to write?

🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

💔 Is there a fic of yours that broke your heart?

🎢 Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

(I've already answered this one, so I'll just paste the answer again) I'm gonna go with Where do broken hearts grow? because it's an emotional rollercoaster (for me) and I was very stressed about posting it. At that time I felt that I went too far for a fanfic and if I remember correctly that chapter was 4 different versions which were toned down a lot, but then I thought "meh, what the hell" and posted it at 2 am 😂

🙋‍♀️ Do any irl people know you write fanfic? I had a class called "creative writing" for two semesters which I liked to call "fanfic writing 101" and I always joked with my friends that I'll ace this class (which I did haha) because I used to be a very prolific fanfic writer since I was 12. So a few people know I used to write but do not know the specifics and do not know I still do it (and they won't find out")😁

💖 What made you start writing?

(I've already answered this one, so I'll just paste the answer again) When I joined tumblr choices fandom there were already many fics, but most of them were still set in the original blades universe, and I wanted something different. I'm a sucker for the domestic vibes and angst (together, preferably, lol) so assuming the "write what you want to read" stance I just sat down and wrote my first fic which I am too ashamed to look at now 😁

❌ What's a trope you will never write? mpreg + any fucked up things like in*est, the rest is up for discussion (but pls be reasonable)

🎯 Have any of your readers accurately guessed major plot points? Care to share which?

I can't think of anything, really. Maybe I'm a mastermind? 🤔

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please! + 🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

I decided to merge these two questions into one. I started writing short fics for Lucifer x MC, but I'm still not sure if I'll ever post them 🤐 Perhaps. But here's a snippet:

Okay, call me dumb, but I also don't understand 😂😂😂 Let's just do it like you said, the second option, I'll give you headcanons for Nik in my fics.

I don't have that many for him, honestly, he's still in the making, but here's what I can think of for now:

he curses a lot

after the whole bloodwraith case, he took 3 months off and chilled in Costa Rica 🍹

he started a "secret" project meaning reading about the fae (history, politics, all that jazz) after Cal mentioned to him that Niamh basically disappeared from Earth 🤐

he might or might not have a fling with someone 🤐🤐

he hates portals (and just like Geralt of Rivia he always makes everyone aware of that)

he had a nasty fall out with Cal, so they're not on the best of terms

🤩 Who is your favorite character to write? Niamh and Jude. Niamh because I decided to start my series a year after the events of nightbound + she didn't exactly have much personality in the book, so I feel like a can do basically anything with her - and it's the same with Jude since he's my OC.

💔 Is there a fic of yours that broke your heart?

I don't know if I'd say it broke my heart, but it definitely makes me very melancholic and nostalgic and leaves me with a heavy heart, it's the one I've already mentioned > Where do broken hearts grow?

#thanks for asking!!!#that was fun #ask #ask game

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qnatoslimesandfriends · 1 year

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Meet me better!

Name: Berry

Age: Minor

Gender: Enby ☝️

Pronouns: He/Him/They/Them/Xe/Xim/Xey/Xem/Berry/Berries

Languages I talk: Spanish [si, hablo español] English [yea I talk english], learning French, Chezch and Japanese

Personality: ENFP-T

Zodiac: Capricorn

Birthday: 6th of January, nobody remembered haha

Im an neurodivergent kid [ADHD + Autism, diagnosed at 6 yro haha ☠️] so I might not understand at all some things haha, and bTw, when needed please use tone tags

LIKES:

cats

wolves

drawing

writting

reading

hearing music

making videos

playing videogames

doing roleplay

Dream SMP

Just Shapes and Beats

Among Us [kinda]

FNF

Anime [later I’ll put which ones]

FUEGO TRILOGY OF JOANA MARCUS1&:!

my friends ¡!

DISLIKES

hard noises

horror movies

zombies

being aparted off

screams

police / ambulance alarms

waking up early

doing [some] chores

being punished

my parents [I’ll add more to this later]

the Homophobes and transphobes

bad people

DNI:

Homophobic, racist, etc.

Pro-shipper w/ exceptions [let’s aclare something; I DONT care if you’re pro shipper, but the exception is if you ship such as incest or things as that, I won’t tolerate it]

bots or nsfw

posting about autism is bad and should be eliminated [yea things as that makes me uncomfortable]

hate comments

Spam to your blog, web, etc.

Problematic fan [aka: you do things that make me uncomfortable]

”AI art isn’t art” go fuck of my profile. NOW. ☠️ [AI art keeps being art even if you don’t like]

”Trans people aren’t real people” GO AND FUCK OF MY PROFILE RIGHT NOW ☠️

“neurodivergent people are just mentally regressed” l

thin ice

Bluey fandom [i enjoy the serie but fandom is going wild]

NSFW artists [it depends a lot of what you draw]

Anti-furries [i dislike just a bit the furry fandom, but I can’t hate them at all]

DSMP “normal fandom” [like toxic ships, problematic things, etc.]

People over +18 [even if I enjoy a lot being with older - same aged people, I won’t tolerate a +18 person that will hate me or do weird things]

people that draws art of my TW [i don’t enjoy at my tw, but if you do it a bit, Is okay! Bit if is with the purpose of making me feel uncomfy I’ll block you ☠️]

PLEASE INTERACT I HAVE NO FRIENDS HAHA /j😸:

People with DID / OSDD [i want to know a lot about this disorder so please interact !! But be ready for a lot of asks haha]

DSMP “not normal fandom” [like those that just enjoy the roleplaying and fanfics and those things with no toxic things,, PLS INTERACT]

writters, artists and lettering enjoyers [mo explaining why the last one is here]

LGBTQIA+ people [here I accept everyone !]

neurodivergent people !

Hispanic people

People with same interests

PEOPLE THAT HAS C A T S 😸 /hj

Videogame + anime roleplayers

roleplayers haha

people that is open to talk any day

TW:

Graphic Bløod

Jumpscaręs

Graphic distortionated faces

Destroying personal things [cellphone, pc, my drawings]

sarcasm

dęad

self hurtįng

suįcidę

childhøod memøries

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calastinepalaiologos · 2 years

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Haha I've been thinking of angst between Constantine and sona but i would share that w all of you through a x reader fanfic!!!

Keep in mind i only know bits of 6.5!! So if i get anything wrong. I AM SO SORRY!!

So... let's start!!

I have no title so (Constantine x reader angst)

(THIS IS ALL NON CANON PLS DON'T ATTACK ME)

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You simply couldn't bear it. Hearing the news Constantine was defeated. Charlemagne noticed the sudden changed in your behavior. "Master, I'll tell the rest of what we heard... I'll come back, ok?" Charlie gave you a reassuring smile, you nodded. As Charlie left, your knees felt weak.

Did anything in your actions went wrong? You left him be with what you believe was going to make him happy. Instead that lead to his own demise...

'Why am I so bothered? We weren't that close for long. It's none of my business of what he does...' you bit your lip.

Maybe you had fallen for the kind hearted emperor. You stand up wiping the tears falling off your eyes. Charlie came back with an unexpected guests. Seeing the woman Constantine loved; you couldn't help but be hurt more.

"Do you need anything, Pope Joan?" You asked in a slight cold voice. She shooked her head, "I just want to pass this. I saw this paper signed by Constantine. Since you were his past master, I think you have every right to this paper at least" she showed no sign of being a threat. You took the paper from her hand.

It was indeed signed by him. You looked up to Joan, you see her hurt eyes too. Have he not confessed to her?

"I believe we should at least read this together" you offered. Pope Joan's eyes lit up at your words and thanked you. Charlie stayed, hoping to hear his words too. You start reading out loud from the paper.

"I believe I may have not been the best man out there. Both in ruling and personal life, but I pray the next time I may become a servant. I wish to set things right, for Joan, for (Y/N), for my comrades , for my friends , and for Rome. I pray that this time fate can offer a more peaceful path. (Y/N), my master, the biggest regret I would ever had is about (he/them/her). It's been fun protecting and loving Joan, but I couldn't help that I see my last master in her eyes. If fate could bring us together again...or God can bring us back. I would do my very best to make it up to (he/them/her). Once again, I'm thankful but in grief.

-Signing off Constantine XI Dragases Palaiologos "

You hear a sob come out from the pope, but you noticed that your eyes were in tears too. Maybe you both fallen for the man, and maybe he loved her but couldn't forget you. It's a harsh reality of love, but you still smiled at the woman.

"In your next life Joan, I will cheer for the two of you" you hugged the woman as she sobbed. You pat her back, "Make sure when I'm really REALLY old you guys are considered married. You better promise me" Joan nodded while crying.

"As long I see you two happy, I'm happy" "You're too nice (Y/N)..." Joan hugged back tight. "Maybe, because this relationship is not worth pursuing. Maybe he would be better for you...You two deserve each other.." You smiled while patting her head.

As Joan left, Charlie turned to you. "Master, you handled that so well you looked so cool!" He smiled brightly. You smiled back at the man, "Of course! I'm the coolest Master out here you know?" You pat his back. "Anyways, back to our plan!"

You didn't come out happy with the man you fell in love with, but at least you got your mind focused on your goal. Maybe for now.. love shouldn't be a priority.... Oh well you still have your servants that you trust.

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AAAA IK IT SUCKED BAD BUT I DID TRY KASMSMMD

This is my first time writing a fanfic like this tbhhh but hope you guys liked it!!

#fate/go #fgo #fgo constantine #constantine xi #fgo jp #constantine fgo #fate grand order #fgo charlemagne #charlemagne fgo #charlemagne #pope joan fgo #pope joan #constantine x reader #Constantine x reader fgo

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3laxx · 2 years

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Noble Pursuit - Chapter 3

After resting in front of the gates, our small family makes its way into the city and settles in an inn after a long journey.

Hahahahhhhhhhh I am back. Well, I resurface, not much more lol.

Creating has been quite hard because I'm working 40+ hours a week and because I'm an anxiety-ridden mess. And also, updating has been very hard because, well, I get panic attacks from the mere thought of uploading.

I don't know how I got here but I don't like it and I am already trying to change it. But, you know, it's a long journey. For now have these bread crumbs of chapter 3, I am... Trying.

I hope you guys enjoy it, this fanfic has like, 100k words of pure fluff if I get around to uploading which will usually take around 3 to 4 business weeks haha. So...

And my beta is Grammarly and myself pls don't judge

Ao3 / FF.net

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The young girl stumbled alongside her mentor who safely held her hand, guiding her over the gravel road until Bonesborough slowly lost most of its sight behind the treetops the farther they descended, only then did Luz let go again.

With a star-struck expression, she turned back to Eda who was already sighing.

“Eda, this is amazing! It’s even bigger than I dreamt it would be!”, she exclaimed and the witch nodded, shrugging.

“Bonesborough is a big city, Luz. It doesn’t surprise me that you couldn’t dream up the size, only a few can.”, she replied to that and despite Luz feeling attacked for a short moment, her amazement was big enough to ignore it.

“I couldn’t even count the roofs! And I thought Latissa was big already…”, she mumbled to herself before skipping ahead a few paces, stretching and standing on her tiptoes to catch another glance of Bonesborough. Since she was so small, she couldn’t even make out the tallest tower of the city anymore, unlike Eda who was still focused on the city’s roofs since she could still see them.

The small girl finally settled back on her heels and continued the way down to the valley where Bonesborough lay, humming and skipping to herself.

She was excited about finally going to the city. She had waited almost her whole life for this, she felt like, and now the moment was finally here.

She would roam the streets while Eda was busy with her sister and explore the daily life of such a big collection of all possible species, people, and demons. Maybe she would even have time not to steal but to take in all the sights and wonders of a bustling city, and explore the daily life without having to worry about being recognized as a thief, after all, there would be a lot of people and she would fit right in.

Luz continued down into the valley, followed by her family, accompanied by soft bickering between Gus and King, the boy arguing that the pup should try stealing from a butcher and the pup whining and huffing in response. They were not entirely sure how far King’s intelligence went, but they were fairly sure he could understand simple sentences and made up for the rest with his cuteness.

The trees slowly started leaning in over the way again, and a comfortable roof of leaves left them with a bit of shade and a protected feeling. They were too close to the city for bandits to prey on them and if that were the case, Eda had her sword and always a loose wrist, ready to slice whoever wasn’t too amused with her.

Luz had always felt comfortable in forests, much more so than in plains and flat environments like the riverbed areas. She wasn’t sure what it was, the trees hanging overhead, the leaves blocking out the sun and sky, or if it was the mossy scent carried through the trees, but she had always felt safer here than anywhere else.

Most travelers didn’t feel safe at all, going through forests, because quite often bandits were hiding, ready to rob them, or predators, monsters, animals, all the like to attack them, injure them, devour them and take what was theirs.

Luz could understand that most chose their travel routes around forests to prevent that from happening. Humming, the little girl wandered through the speckled light and looked up, smiling.

She definitely liked the roof. The different kinds of leaves broke the sunshine, but could also protect the road from bad weather.

Right now, though, with the sun high on the afternoon sky, the different kinds of leaves were projecting all kinds of colors on her face, green along with reds, oranges, and purples, a wonderful play of colors that were painting the floor, all the lower plants and the people on the road, their belongings on carriages and crates, showing the beautiful power of the sun.

Somehow, it gave Luz the impression that she was standing in one of the cathedrals Eda had told her about once, giant buildings full of colorful windows and candles, echoes, and silent people.

People had forgotten what they had been built for, but it had had to be a grand reason. Luz couldn’t imagine their ancestors having built them for storage or any of the other stuff they were being used for now. Some had been repurposed as warehouses, some others as marketplaces, and others even as townhalls, Eda had told her of that. Luz was more than excited about seeing these gigantic buildings, even if their real purpose was lost to time.

Her gaze wandering down after she opened her eyes again, enjoying the play of shadows and speckled light on her face, she looked around in the forest, seeing all kinds of plants Eda had taught her about.

There were some saplings and other small trees she immediately recognized, but also some bushes and roadside plants that she hadn’t seen yet. Eda had told her Bonesborough held some sort of power that caused magic around it, more so than around villages because there was a lot more magic around the city, but Luz hadn’t thought it would be showing itself in nature. Looking back to her mentor, she smiled in awe, and Eda nodded, even if the older witch had no understanding of what the child was thinking about.

She let her gaze wander around again, looking into the thickly grown undergrowth of the forest. Suddenly, she felt grateful for the road they were traveling on because even if it was dusty and the gravel was slowly biting into the soles of her shoes, it was at least free and was drawing a straight line towards the city’s walls and the gate they were aiming for, even if that wasn’t visible yet.

Softly beginning to skip her steps, Luz looked around, trying to find as many mushrooms, plants, and sights as she could that she didn’t know yet. Smiling, she spotted quite a few.

Eda had told her how impressed she was with her child’s ability to perceive things incredibly fast. It was something Luz was proud of herself, not that she wanted to boast or anything.

But it helped with picking out the right people for pickpocketing, and the right houses to grab some things in because it allowed her to realize who had money and who didn’t. Apparently, that was not usual for kids her age, and that made Luz’s chest swell with more pride and confidence than she already had.

Finally, after another fair bit of walking, they reached the city’s gates. Eda had had to pick Gus up again since he was tired and couldn’t walk anymore when they reached the borders, but the moment he could spot the city’s gate and high walls he was on high alert again, and squirming to be let down to the floor to explore it himself. Eda agreed to take a quick break and eat some of their snacks while her kids would go run around and explore a bit.

It would help her a lot if they could exert themselves a little since she now still had a chance to keep an eye on them outside the city limits. Inside, on the crammed streets and busy marketplaces, she would have a harder time letting them run around and keeping them safe from their own shenanigans. The forest opened up to a fair bit of plains surrounding the city’s walls, presumably to spot approaching enemies faster, but the kingdom hadn’t been attacked ever since the heads of the kingdoms had sworn to a pact of peace until King Belos had broken that pact. Yet, the frontlines were still far away, and thus, Bonesborough hadn’t witnessed an attack on its own walls in over a thousand years.

So she had no qualms leaving her kids running around exploring the wall and the surrounding parameters since she was confident nobody of the outposts here would freak out and call an attack.

They were safe here, after all.

She settled under a tree by the end of the forest and Luz immediately took off, followed by a wobbly but no less excited Gus. No matter how tired, he was never far behind to join his sister on a hunt for wondrous stuff and exciting adventures.

The little boy was finally catching up with Luz and joined her in examining a new kind of plant she had already seen on their journey here, but hadn’t been able to stop because of the packed road that was moving on and had carried her with.

The two kids were crouching down, trying to guess what kind of plant it was, and Luz came up with the most interesting ideas Gus had ever heard. A plant that could heal broken limbs, or a plant that could poison all their enemy’s forces. He plopped to his butt and stared at her wide-eyed.

“Really?”, he asked and Luz kneeled next to him, laughing.

“Why not? I don’t know what this plant does and it would be so cool if it was able to do that! Imagine, just a drop from its poisonous roots and the whole front falls!”, she declared, puffing out her chest and grinning.

“Hey look, what’s that!”, Gus suddenly exclaimed and pointed a few steps farther down the forest line, spotting a small animal that was climbing a tree. It looked wonderful with its slick brown fur and the big eyes, the pupils of which were pulled into slits. Both children got up and kept their distance, watching the animal keeping them in sight to be able to react should they seek to do harm, but when it deemed the witch and demon children harmless, it quickly continued up the tree with its load of prey, vanishing in the treetops. Luz ran towards the tree and looked up but was unable to spot the animal anymore. It had four paws and hadn’t been bigger than her arm in its whole size.

She tried to see where it had gone, but its brown fur made it impossible to see against the bark of the dark tree.

She giggled in delight, before turning back to her brother, grinning widely.

“Did you see its big eyes?”, she asked, seeing the animal clearly in her mind when Gus reached her, “They were green! I’ve never seen eyes that green!”

The two kids continued, running over the plains always within sight of their mentor. At some point, Luz dropped down in the grass to watch the birds flying past, while Gus settled next to her and practiced the spell he had learned from Eda throughout this journey, which was to make a small toy appear in his hand. She had quickly recognized his talent for illusion magic, figuring the orphan boy was from their neighboring kingdom and had started to teach him spells from there, since she had traveled to all the kingdoms to learn their magic.

It wasn’t unusual for witches to mix magic, at least not anymore. History told a different story, of how the kingdoms had been divided in the ancient ages when magic had still been separated and people had been prohibited from learning another area’s skills. Luckily, with the act of peace, the kingdoms had loosened those laws, to profit from other magic as well. By now, plant and healing magic was fairly popular, since it helped poor folks with their farms and brought them better income.

When Gus had shown Luz what he could do, the two of them had their fun letting different toys appear in their hands and playing bandits and robbers, but soon, Luz was drawn to the high stone walls that were surrounding Bonesborough.

She approached them and saw guards standing up there in watching towers, yet nobody had any weapons ready. She knew that in the times before the faraway war, there had been a long time of peace, so no kingdom really feared an attack, but it still impressed her that these guards would keep the city safe.

Gus accompanied her on the wall and the two kids wandered along with it for a little while, away from the gate, still minding Eda to keep an eye on them, but wandering just far enough to look around the city for a bit. The wall was stretching all along its borders, and there were watchtowers every once in a while. Some weren’t even manned, the ones that had harder terrain around them, and Luz did wonder why the ones at the gate were guarded, then.

They turned around again, now passing the little stream of water that came out of the city. Luz had heard the city had a sewage system, she still knew of Eda telling her that because she had been interested to hear that a city actually had problems with keeping clean and a sewage system helped to maintain hygiene.

She had never seen one in practice. Villages usually didn’t have streams running through them, especially not ones specifically made for this purpose. She had only experienced such hygiene as buckets, basically, that were emptied somewhere outside the village. But she supposed, with such a vast city as Bonesborough, some people couldn’t just take their buckets and carry them outside the city.

The two kids jumped over the stream that went underground fairly close to the wall, which was why they hadn’t spotted the stream before, and saw a few bars that were installed under the wall. Pouting, Luz crossed her arms. She had wanted to sneak into the city unseen, but it seemed the city had made sure nobody could do that.

They inspected the little archway that was built into the stone for the stream to come out when suddenly, Eda called them and waved them closer, a clear call for them to venture into the city now. Grinning, Luz nudged Gus’ shoulder.

“Last one at Eda’s is a sour pickle.”, she exclaimed while already starting to sprint and Gus grimaced, quickly running after his older sister. He didn’t want to be a pickle. They would have those in winter a lot and Gus didn’t like them.

Of course, Luz was the first to reach Eda, because Gus was still exhausted from the long journey today, but she was quick to assure him that he was not a sour pickle after his chin had begun quivering when she had tapped Eda’s hips first, to mark her win.

Eda merely chuckled at her kids’ antics, before grabbing the boy and perching him up on her waist, and grabbing Luz’s hand.

“I want you both to stick close to me when we get in there. The city is big and some people might want to kidnap children. As soon as you get separated from me, start screaming, understood?”, she talked to the little girl on her hand and despite the warning, Luz didn’t seem bothered by her excitement.

Only after she received a nod from the girl, she started walking again, towards the heavy gates of the city to state her business in Bonesborough.

After a little while of arguing back and forth and Eda refusing to give up her sword, they finally got in. Luz didn’t know exactly how Eda had done it but she suspected it wasn’t exactly the most legal way. Her mentor had a tendency for the illegal, and Luz had seen her bribing guards wanting to arrest her quite often if she didn’t run away and get caught first.

Somehow, Eda was still on the loose, and while she was the cheapest when it came to things they needed, she somehow always had a bribe to stay free. Luz supposed she didn’t want to be arrested so badly that she even gave money for that.

Just when they walked through the large city gate, her senses went into overload. She ripped her eyes wide open and stared at the surroundings since she had never seen anything like it before. Well, on a smaller scale, she had, but she had never been to a city yet. Houses stood closely together, hanging over and making the little roads and ways in between shady and dark. At some points, the roofs even touched.

The houses were all decorated and there were stores on the ground floor in every single house that they passed, with vendors and sellers screaming and having a competition over who could attract the most customers.

There were all sorts of shops, ones Luz knew like blacksmiths, bakers, butchers, and other necessary ones, but also exotic shops for the rich and wealthy of which she had either seen few or none at all yet. Jewelry, delicate decors, flower shops, all sorts of smaller things to buy and put in their doubtlessly big houses.

She even found some blacksmiths that specialized in weaponry and armory, something she had never seen before in the smaller, poorer villages where blacksmiths had to craft all sorts of things to stay in business and sell as much as possible.

Some bakeries only sold sweets, there were chocolate shops and candy shops and while Luz had never tried any of those treats, she didn’t know how there could be two different shops for this when all she knew had been the baker selling loaves of bread and buns, as well as cakes, chocolates and candy and only if the village was big enough and they had some in stock.

There were whole shops about dairy products, like cheese and milk, without being together with another craft to make more money.

And she had never seen as many people on the road. There were witches and demons, all walking along with them, dressed so differently that Luz’s head was spinning. She was looking at tall ones, small ones, ones she had never seen, ones that dressed like she could pickpocket them, and ones that dressed like kings and queens, walking through the houses, buying stuff, and doing errands, and Luz knew these people weren’t even of the richer kind.

Eda had told her how most wealthy people would only be driven around the city in carriages and small wagons, and wouldn’t bother walking anywhere. Most of them wouldn’t even come to the parts of the city where the common folks would do their errands, have their daily lives, and have their shops and homes.

Her mouth open, Luz looked around and took in all she could see of the demons and witches around her, the houses and shops and the alleys and shady figures that were tumbling out of bars and taverns in the middle of the day, drunk and swaying and falling over themselves.

And there were a lot of children. Most were well dressed, all the same as if they were wearing some sort of uniform, and a little backpack that only held books, papers, and quills. Luz knew that because she watched one kid recollecting all her stuff after her backpack had fallen off her back.

This was so curious.

She had never seen that many children before, not even in the orphanage where she had grown up until Eda had taken her in.

Obediently holding Eda’s hand, she tried not to stumble or fall, because she feared she would just be trampled to death since there was a dense crowd around her, all of it moving, but she couldn’t stop staring at everything new to her, everything that was new and exciting and wonderfully chaotic that she wanted to spend all day looking at the whole mess that was still having some sort of weird order.

Finally, though, they entered the first marketplace. In an instant, Luz became overwhelmed again, this time letting Eda pull her along as she found herself unable to walk properly in a direction that made sense. She followed her mentor as they passed stands and little huts, selling toys, candles, brooms, tissues, dresses, and all sorts of things in the middle of the marketplace. She saw a stage erected in the middle with a crowd in front of it and a theater play on it. She had never seen a play, she had only ever seen the entertainers in villages that promised big riches if anyone could win their unfair games, and advertisers for a certain career or shop nearby.

She had never witnessed a play happening right here, out in the open, in the marketplace, and surrounded by shops, citizens, and bustling business wherever she looked.

Her attention was soon ripped from the play as Eda pulled her along, though, past stands that sold little cakes and jewelry, towards another road that led further into the city and looked exactly the same as the road where they had entered.

She saw another blacksmith, another shop that sold jewelry and expensive décor, and wondered why they were so close to each other. Whenever she had been in a village, there had been two bakers at most, because they supplied the citizens with necessary goods, but she had never seen two blacksmiths in such close proximity. How many were there in Bonesborough, if she had already seen two?

Stumbling along, Luz did her best to stay upright and stared at the facades of the houses they passed. Most looked old and wise, with color painted over repaired areas like patches, indicating they had been standing there for a long time already. She saw a lot of ancient shops, dating back some decades already when they had been founded by the fathers and forefathers of the current owners.

And she saw a lot more people running around, of all different social circles, poor and rich, dressed in suits or pathetic lumps. There were also a lot of beggars.

If there was something else that she knew about besides stealing, it was begging.

She saw grown adults sitting in the shadows, bare legs stretched out in front of them and a dirty wooden cup between their feet, their beards long and their rags dirty.

Children were running around asking for money, and old women carrying babies, holding out their hands and asking for some food in low, broken voices. Eda quickly pulled her along when a woman tried approaching her.

It wasn’t long before Luz finally started shaking off her stupor and started trying to explore, if still on Eda’s hand. The witch would not let go, not even for a little bit until would have learned the ways of the city and how to behave in its crowded streets not to get in trouble, but she at least got to look around more freely, dancing around Eda’s hand like she was doing a performance.

There were so many interesting people around. Witches that looked hard working and run down but so kind, with a big smile on their faces when they met a colleague or friend on the streets and greeted them loudly, to sound over the noise of the roads.

Some educated demons, carrying books and weird shapes on their noses, something called glasses, Eda whispered to her. Some others, holding all sorts of curious instruments, apparently for their studies because they kept looking at them.

There were some messengers around, most of the time small boys to deliver mail, or older people to heave heavy loads off of their post wagons. Luz saw many workers, walking with them into the city, and realized they were dirty from the mines they were working in. Eda had told her all about the mines around Bonesborough, and all the expensive and rare goods they were digging up. These workers probably came from work from outside the city to enter again and find back to their homes and families in the crowded streets.

There were a lot of wealthier demons, ones that needed protection in villages from thieves or robbers, but here, they were walking around like everyone, their jewelry and fancy clothes on display and no guards around. Luz shot a questioning gaze up at her witch who just shrugged non-committal at that.

Apparently, they felt safe enough with many other wealthy people around that they wouldn’t even flinch at the possibility of being robbed of their goods. Either that didn’t happen often, or they didn’t mind, and Luz was heavily leaning towards the first assumption.

Turning again on Eda’s hand, she looked back down the road from where they had come from, back to the lighter area of the marketplace where she still heard the theater playing and the sellers praising their goods. Some had even come from outside the city, mostly farmers and hunters, Luz had recognized their goods from outside, like wheat and furs.

Many people were going their way. They had come through the gate just like Eda and her little family and were walking into the city to go back home, find their business here, check-in at a tavern, or simply enjoy the nightlife of such a bustling city while neighboring villages only had one or two taverns to be entertained in if any at all.

She managed to turn back around, feeling Eda adjusting her grip on her hand, before she could once again look at all the shops in more detail again, looking through the windows and getting a glimpse of the everyday life of the city’s market.

Inside a baker shop, she saw a big demon kneading dough and another one assembling smaller buns on a tray to bake them. In the next shop, she could spot a witch sniffing on some soap, asking the seller something as she turned to them, holding two bars of soap in each of her hands as she was weighing them.

There was a demon trying to negotiate over a piece of cloth they wanted to buy and, in another window, she could see waiters pouring into cups and serving meals she could hear her stomach growling from. Everything was so different and new, there was so much to see and explore, and even if her mind was already stretching and yearning for the freeing outside world with its many fields and forests, she was astounded and amazed by the city. Not only by the amount of business on roads as small as this one, but also by the seemingly endlessly running machine that was feeding the city’s life, a well-oiled run that went smoothly and always transformed into a different kind of program, instead of coming to complete halt. Despite the sun already going down and the sky being painted in all the wonderful colors of a sunset that was difficult to see through the many roofs, the roads and people didn’t even think of calming down. Surely, at lunch, there must be pushing and pulling in these streets, if the crowd was already thinning out towards the end of the day.

Finally, Eda turned into a street off the main one, and only a few travelers followed them, getting less and less the more they walked down the road, a few walking from the other direction and one or two smaller carriages standing on the way, but this one was decidedly smaller and quieter than the main roads which Luz wasn’t entirely ungrateful for.

She followed Eda down the road and only let go of her hand when the witch lifted the small kid, she was carrying off her waist.

Gus’ head was sleepily rolling on his shoulders and when Luz took him in her arms, he gratefully curled up around her and placed his head on her shoulder to continue dozing. Luz patted his head and sympathetically rubbed his back, humming for him while Eda took off her sword before marching into the inn she was going to check in at, gesturing the kids and king to come with her.

Luz followed suit and avoided eye contact with everyone in the tavern at ground level, just following her mentor to the bar for her to ask for a room. She ordered one with a big bed to house them all and replied to the remark not to bring pets with a snarl that king was no pet.

Seeing her sword, the inn keeper seemed to change his mind about the demon wolf pup and kept his mouth shut as Eda slammed a small fee on the bar, before taking her kids and the pup up the stairs to the room the keeper had said was free.

Upon arriving, Luz softly placed Gus on the bed and watched him cuddling himself in, so he could take a little nap before Eda would get them some dinner. The witch sat down at the small table and pulled out a letter when Luz climbed on her lap and sat down, leaning against her mentor contently.

“Is that the letter your sister wrote?”, she asked and all the tension from the roads below fell off of Eda when her daughter came cuddling. She wrapped an arm around her and smiled, nodding down to her kid but Luz had closed her eyes.

“Yeah, the one she sent from the front.”, the witch explained and Luz hummed, before opening her eyes again and making grabby hands at the letter.

“Can I read it?”, she asked and Eda skimmed over it again, trying to find the information she wouldn’t want Luz to know but when she deemed the letter safe for her to read, she handed it to her and repositioned her on her lap, so Luz could lean against her with her side and sit more comfortably sideways, and so Eda could look at her and cuddle her in turn.

It made her smile how Luz started focusing on the letter, sticking her tongue out the corner of her mouth as she was concentrating. For such a small girl she was surely learning fast.

As a seven-year-old, Luz’s reading and writing were advanced and Eda couldn’t be prouder of her to be curious and happy to learn about everything she taught her.

She had seen Luz’s eyes flickering around in the streets today, taking in all the sights and surely connecting information, comparing to what she had known before, and learning the behaviors and ways of the city and how to handle it for an advantage.

She knew the girl was smart and she knew exactly what kind of expression Luz made when she was analyzing something to save it somewhere in that big head of hers.

That was something she was amazed about as well.

Luz hardly forgot things that she was interested in. She could forget where to meet up again within a second when they parted for the day to go about their jobs, but if she had found something she found fascinating, amazing, and wondrous, she could be thinking about it for the following hours and recall it months later.

The girl lifted her hand to the letter, stretching out her finger to run it along the lines to concentrate better, while Eda placed a soft kiss on her head. She was a smart kid and she would make sure Luz could get all the possibilities she deserved someday. She would teach her everything she knew and hopefully, Luz would learn to navigate through the demanding, cruel world she had been born into.

But with how she was doing already, Eda had little to no doubts that Luz would be successful someday.

And she would be there all the way to ensure her little girl would reach for the stars.

Finally, after Luz had read over the most difficult parts, she rose her voice from a whisper to read the letter aloud, making Eda close her eyes.

She hadn’t seen her sister in years and she couldn’t deny that a certain fondness had stayed, even after all these years and fights they had endured, with each other, with the enemy, with some friends even, physically and verbally. There had been a lot to create a rift between the sisters, but they had somehow always kept their affection for the other because if there was something Eda believed in more than anything, it was their sisterly bond that would prevail.

Even after Eda had resigned from being a knight and betraying the army of the king, Lilith had frequently sent letters to the Owl House, which Eda had only belatedly replied to after returning from her travels, but she had always felt their bond when she had read Lilith’s greetings.

“Dear sister.”, Luz began, her childishly high voice contrasting so much with the deep voice Eda remembered for her sister, making her smile a little wider, and her arms curled a little tighter around her child, “I write to you today in the hopes of seeing you soon again. Following an injury, I have to be sent home from the front and will return to Bonesborough.”

Her pace was slow and she was still figuring out the words and stressing, but she was already so much ahead of her age.

For now, the child stopped to read over the next sentence again, furrowing her eyebrows.

“… The-… The next ship following the summer solstice will begin my travel back to the homeland.”, she read and Eda nodded. Lilith was already in the city and Eda would sure take her sweet time to get in contact with her sister. Despite what she had written in her letter to lure her in, Eda was still expecting her to have some strong words regarding Eda deserting the armed forces and of course trying to ask for something, as she had hinted.

“Very good, Luz. Continue?”, she asked and the child nodded.

“I am expecting you to visit me in Bonesborough as soon as possible. I will be waiting for you in the old birth house to honor our parents’ death that occurred while I was sadly away, and I want to talk to you about a deal I had in mind.”, Luz once again furrowed her eyebrows, reading a bit ahead, before speaking up again, making Eda’s chest swell in pride once more, “It is a delicate matter, so I expect you to come alone. Do not make yourself a name before I haven’t spoken to you. For old times’ sake, treat our relationship with respect. Of course, you can be expecting a reward for your troubles.”

Snorting, Eda ruffled Luz’s hair, then she hummed.

“She’s awfully demanding, is she not?”, the older witch mumbled and the child leaned against her chest, shrugging as she read the last few words, which were just a greeting to Eda’s name.

“It really seems like it’s important…”, Luz softly replied and folded the letter again, showing real worry that Eda couldn’t help but smirk at.

“Ah, don’t worry about that. Lilith has always been a bit big on her words. I’m sure she just wants to offer me a job.”, Eda waved it off and took the letter from Luz who snuggled against her chest.

“But Eda, what if it’s really important?”, the kid asked and looked at her with big eyes, sounding worried, “The solstice festival we had, with the big bonfire, was a few days ago already. Why didn’t we go to Bonesborough earlier?”

At that, Eda couldn’t help but smile, shaking her head. Her kid was too bright for her to lie.

“Because I like to keep my sister waiting. And whatever she wants, it’s probably all about her little political machinations and useless diplomacy. She’ll be fine until I check in with her.”, she reassured the kid and even if Luz still seemed troubled, she did back down a little bit.

Grinning, Eda recognized that pout anywhere. She was still unsure.

“Tell you what, I’ll take you and Gus with me to my sister.”, she suggested and her daughter immediately lit up as if Eda hadn’t planned to do that from the beginning, “And you’ll listen to her really hard and then decide if it’s important or not.”

Immediately, a big grin broke out over Luz’s face and she began beaming like the late afternoon sun over the fields.

“You entrust me with this?”, she asked and Eda could feel the pride radiating off her. Humming, she nodded.

“Yeah, you’re my right hand, after all, eh? You listen to her really hard and Gus can help you, and then you kids decide if we’ll do what she wants me to do.”, she promised and Luz knitted her eyebrows, slowly nodding, before finally looking over to Gus who was still fast asleep on the bed.

“But… I’ll help Gus listen.”, she decided before looking back over to Eda again. It was the most important thing in the world to her to correct, as she recognized, that she had to help Gus, not the other way around, “He’s not that good at listening yet.”

Putting on a serious face, Eda nodded, even if she had to bite back a soft chuckle at her daughter’s cuteness.

“Okay, absolutely. But I’m sure you two can do it.”, she finally replied, and Luz gave a satisfied hum.

“And then we can decide?”, she asked and Eda nodded, but not without lifting her finger.

“I decide with you two. But yes, you can help decide.”, she quickly altered the terms, but Luz was still so honored that she didn’t mind that much. Her daughter grinned widely, before jumping off her lap and puffing out her chest, standing wide and nodding with a determined expression.

“We can help you decide! When do we go to Lilith?”, she asked and Eda chuckled, shaking her head.

“Tomorrow, Luz. You can rest for now. I ordered dinner for us up here and we’ll rest until tomorrow, okay?”, she got up as well, brushing through Luz’s hair, before stretching and beginning to undo the straps of her chest plate that she hadn’t taken off yet. Her daughter merely huffed at that and moved to sit on the bed next to her brother who was still mercifully sleeping.

“I could go now…”, she nodded, determinedly, but her mentor shook her head.

“It’s okay to take a break, Luz. Now come on, take off your shoes and get comfortable, dinner will still take a little while, okay?”, she also gestured up to Gus who was curling up, “And don’t wake your brother, he’s tired. We’ll wake him for dinner.”

It took a bit to settle down Luz’s hyperactive spirit, but after a while, she seemed to settle down enough to play a game or two, with the dice that Eda had carved for them before someone was knocking at their door to deliver dinner. Eda took the plate with simple bread and a few smaller things like a bit of cheese and sausage inside, sending Luz to wake Gus who was sleepily rubbing his eyes before spotting the plate and suddenly being wide awake to eat.

After that, Eda settled both her children in the bed and made sure they were comfortable and warm, before joining them and blowing out the candle on their nightstand.

Soon after, they were all asleep.

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Since I've lost my heart to Noble Pursuit and had it broken several times over the fanfic getting rejected by multiple people, I want to find a new au I can write fluffy oneshot content for, for the sake of not having a story driven by continuity like Built To Last or Noble Pursuit. Right now I'm a bit torn between

- band au - bartender au - actor au

Please let me know what you would like to read!

#toh #the owl house #luz noceda #eda clawthorne #gus porter #king #fluffy #bonesborough #medieval au #fanfic #my work

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zhrx · 3 months

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it's a draft of my unposted eremika fanfic

that i already planned since 2021, making a draft for chapter 1 before the final part start, ending up burning into ashes due to procrastionation.

BUT! it's such a waste to buried it deep into the grave yet before actually try to publish it, so here is a snippets of what chapter one would be, enjoy..? (although pls don't throw your precious phone at me due to the cringeness, my inner 12 yo probably still thriving at those) _____________________ (oh so if you are new, i recommend follow my eremika playlist because every chapter is centered around the songs included, thankuu)

Chapter 1: Have we met already? (Eren’s POV)

Oct 31th 2023 | 21.19 PM [Jean’s Party]

It’s probably fate, or just a perfectly coincidental moment for Eren. But he knew there was something he didn’t quite understand happening the moment he locked eyes with her. Yeah, her - the beautiful lady in a red dress that passes him at the stupid Halloween party that Jean throws, supposedly to “meet the pretty sorority ladies, Eren! Live a little bit” and shows off his hosting skills. Haha yeah, it’s not like that skill exists.

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Oct 31th 2023 | 14.20 PM [Annie and Armin’s Apartment]

Earlier that noon

“I think you’re allowed to take a break, Mr. I-Am-Taking-My-Life-Too-Seriously-Or-AI-Will-Take-My-Job Jaeger”, Armin said as he looked over Eren on the floor, surrounded by his worn-out medical textbooks with colorful post-it notes all over the pages. Eren scoffs, “Someone needs to find the cures you know. And what about you, the one who actually works part-time at library because you apparently love to study some... triangle rock thingy”. “I think you very much know it called a pyramid, Eren”, he said whilst rolling his eyes.

He saw Annie sitting by the sofa and offering her a hot cocoa and cozying up beside her while peering over her laptop screen filled with kitten videos and law PDF books. “What Armin meant to say is you should get your life together man, being too busy in your studies have an almost zero percent for you to meet someone”, Annie said, meeting Eren’s pair of green eyes giving her death stares while mouthing “fuck you” before he resumes his studies “. “Well, there’s a 0,001 percent he could met someone, honey. Maybe we should try to be more optimistic?” Armin says. She replies, “If you're saying optimistic in that questionable tone, you surely think it's impossible for us to double date with Eren at this point.”

“Okay, first of all, we DID already have our double date with Historia. And even at that point she doesn’t realize yet she ‘swings’ that way until she met that brown haired woman.” Eren tries to argue, waving the paper in his hand to emphasize his point. “I don’t think hanging out with your childhood friend is called a date, you don’t even like her that way” Annie retorts back. Suddenly, Annie bolts up, causing Armin to almost spill his cocoa due to the sudden movement. Before Armin can speak, Annie interrupts, "You should go to the party Jean is throwing tonight! I heard he invited everyone on campus as part of welcoming new students, but we all know he's just trying to spread his...wing, not leg mind you. You might meet someone there".

Eren sigh. This was not the first time his friends had tried to coax him into searching for a partner. He thought it a waste of time, having to deal with someone else's emotions. He shudders, recalling witnessing his brother's on-again, off-again situationship.

His brother would say things like "She's just my coworker, Eren, nothing more." Then he would drunkenly call late at night, complaining "Why isn't Pieck interested in me anyway? People would throw their panties seeing me." Or "Yelena really rubbed me the wrong way but gosh I would gladly sell my soul for her body." And other explicit things would be thrown at Eren before he would throw his phone away and let his brother continue ranting for another two hours until passing out.

Pathetic.

He considers people who cannot stand being alone as pathetic human beings.

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#obviously eremika #eremika #aruannie #but gosh i really like aruannie just chill at sofa meanwhile ereh just minding his own business #idk who to ship eren's brother who unconveniently i FORGOT his name is #gosh i forgot #but i do remember #pieck finger #yelena snk #spoilers #reincarnate eremika bcs why not?#i still forgot his bro's name #OH #ZEKE YEAGER #FINALLY

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moonlightwinterdxxix · 2 years

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🎭School Play 🎭

#my art #deltarune #kris #susie #noelle #noelle holiday #berdly #monster kid #temmie #snowdrake #catti #jockington #toriel #sans #i didn’t have energy to do a full thing xD #if I should make a fanfic for this pls let me know haha

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hannigrahambimbo · 2 years

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Will Graham x fem!reader (y/n)

CW: contains description of a dead body as well as light smut.

word count: 2,121

Haven't written a fanfic since like 2014 so PLS BEAR WITH ME LOL,,, this is also a PART 1, if this one picks up interest I will make a part 2 !! some info before reading:

Summary: You've been working for the FBI alongside people like Jimmy Price, Jack Crawford, and of course Will Graham. After a disturbing new case comes in, you become overwhelmed and confide in Will. Lets just say you end up getting a little handsy with your favorite co-worker, and he doesn't mind it one bit.

Working as a homicide detective is never easy, but it is always rewarding. You love the satisfaction of catching a suspect after the sometimes weeks long chase, it was thrilling for you, and getting the privilege to work alongside great minds like Will Graham was just a bonus to the job. Today in particular was hard, as a woman your age had been found gutted and discarded into the Chesapeake River early this morning. When the body was transported to the bureau you caught a glimpse of her while walking to your office, before Jimmy Price locked her body away for storage. You audibly gasped and froze as you quickly covered your mouth upon realizing the victim had a striking resemblance to yourself. From what you could see, her eyes were gouged out and she had deep purple strangulation marks around the neck, as well as deep lacerations covering her body. The woman’s skin was pale and blue from being left in the river overnight. A jagged incision was made just above the navel and ended between her breasts. You later found out the only organs left behind were the intestines, lungs, and heart. Normally things like this didn’t bother you but this one felt too close for comfort, so for the rest of the evening you kept busy sorting through paperwork you had been putting off from a previous case, but nothing could keep your mind from wandering. Every time you closed your eyes you could smell and see her body lying there in the river, cold, and alone, waiting to be found, wanting to be found. It was like you were there for a split second. A knock at your office door made you jump out of the nightmarish daydream. “H-Hey, come on in!”, you spoke with urgency trying to forget the vision you just saw. The handle of the door turned and in came Will, he was holding a thick manilla folder with the papers for the new case in it. “Thought I should bring these in here for you”, he held the folder out to you, hovering it above your desk, “You okay? You look a little, uh tired? If you have a head ache I have aspirin if you’d like?” he seemed oddly nervous and twitchy today and won’t make eye contact, he’s probably just having a rough day too, you thought. “hm? Yeah yeah, no I'm alright, thank you though, really. Um, I guess you can just put that here on my desk for now, Haha, just lots of paperwork today!” as you talked you chuckled and put your hand on your forehead, before moving some papers out of the way on the left corner of your desk for him. “Alright, just let me know if you need anything,” he put down the folder and used the same hand to rub the back of his neck, “I’ll be in my classroom for most of the day, gotta finish up some lesson planning for this upcoming week.”, He stepped back into the doorway, putting his hands in his pockets and rested his shoulder in the frame. “Maybe I'll swing by later, thank you again for the folder Will.” You smiled at him and surprisingly got a smile back before he walked back out of your office. You heard him whisper to himself “Maybe” as he walked away. There was something about Will that always caught your attention but you always told yourself it was just an “office crush” that you’d likely never get the courage to act upon. Releasing a deep breath, you open the folder to see a picture of the girl beaten and blue, you close the folder so quickly that some of the other papers are blown onto the floor and off your desk. Slowly leaning back into your chair, you hold your face within your hands. You look up at the clock hanging above the door and decide it’s time for a break. Standing up your legs are stiff from sitting all day, after all, you had been working nonstop since 7:00 AM and it was already 2:00 PM. Exiting your small stuffy office you decide to first head to the restroom to splash your face with some cold water to refresh yourself. Holding your hands under the cool water feels so good and you close your eyes as you pull your head back. When you open your eyes they widen as you look into the mirror and see the girl again. Her hair is dripping wet and Blood pours out of where her eyes once

were while she weeps, reaching out to you, “GOD,,PLEASE,,, HELP ME, I MISS MY MOM, I MISS MY DAD,,, I JUST WANT TO GO HOME.”, Startled and tearing up, you put your head down and splash more of the ice cold water onto your face, this time rubbing it in as if to wash her blood off your own skin. This time when you open your eyes you see your own reflection in place of hers. Your breathing calms down as you grab a handful of paper towels to dry off your face, once you’re dry you let out a sigh of relief and tuck your hair behind your ears before walking out of the restroom. I need to talk to Will. Walking to his classroom felt like it took an eternity but a sense of relief washed over you once you got there. His classroom was dark and the only light source was a projector flicking through forensic photos and lecture notes. “Will?”, you called out but received no response “hey, Will?”, again, nothing. Walking further into the lecture hall you notice how much larger it is than your own office, you feel sheepish and wary. You'd never been in this room before and scanned every corner of it with your eyes out of curiosity. In the dark you could see a desk in the middle of the room so you called out again, “Will, it’s (y/n)! I wanted to stop by and talk while I'm on my break.” your volume decreases as you come closer to the desk, eventually skimming your finger over the top of it. Will’s brown leather office chair is empty, so playfully you decide to take a seat in it and rest your heels on top of the sturdy oak desk. AS you sit the slides stop flickering and stop on a picture of the girl from this morning. You quickly look away only to see will sitting in one of the students seats, he makes eye contact with you while he puts his glasses back on. He looks a little sweaty & shaken up as he switches the slide to something less graphic. “Oh! (y/n) hey,, I-I'm so sorry this lecture I've been putting together is really taking a toll on me mentally.” He says as he stands up and walks down the steps toward you, closer now he sighs, “Just, it’s a lot of work and I don’t have all the information I want for my students or even myself, I don’t know, it’s just an odd case for me, I guess. They usually don't get me like this.” He props himself up with both hands on the desk in front of you and drops the weight of his head while letting out a deep breath. “It’s okay, I actually came here to talk to you about a similar situation with this case. I can’t stop thinking about her. It’ll sound crazy but I almost feel like it was supposed to be me instead of her. I keep having these morbid visions of her and I just want to help her, but I’m not sure how to.”, as you spoke softly, you stood up and walked around the table to stand next to Will and placed your hand on his back between his shoulders. He felt tense from being overworked today, "Don't say that (y/n), it’s bad enough that she looks like you. Don’t feel guilty for being alive instead of her, you weren’t the killers intended target. Trust me, if you were we would have figured that out by now”, his voice has a tremble in it and he sounds slightly out of breath. The comment from him was a little shocking but you found comfort in the last part, Will was Crawford’s best dog so you have trust in what he says and take it for fact. You sigh, “I think it would benefit both of us if we took a moment to not talk about work. You feel so tense today”, you raise your other hand to his empty shoulder and position yourself behind him, “Let me help you.”. Will starts to stand up a little straighter as he takes his hands off the desk, “Really? You want to help me?” He sounds almost in shock that someone is willing to care for him. “Yes, really”, you laugh and begin to massage his shoulders. As he loosens up he lets out a gentle sigh of pleasure, you don’t say anything about it but enjoy hearing him react to your hands, “Here, come sit in your chair, my arms are getting tired having to reach up, this’ll make it easier”, you pull his chair to the front of the desk and have him sit down facing away from you to

continue working on his shoulders and back. You admired his outfit as you walked around the table to retrieve the chair. Will is wearing a brown plaid button up shirt tucked into dark navy chinos, his brown leather belt matches his well worn oxfords and aged leather chair. The first three buttons on his shirt are unbuttoned and his sleeves are rolled up, exposing his watch and forearm, this makes you daydream about what he could do to you with his arms and hands. “Thank you (y/n) this is very kind of you to do for me.”, His words pull you out of your daydream for a second, “Oh please, it's my pleasure.”, you can't believe how vulnerable he is right now with you. “this feels, ah-very good (y/n)” Hes practically whimpering in your hands and it makes you blush. You take a step back to stretch your arms and legs, your legs are tired now from standing behind him in the chair. Will turns the chair around to face you, he’s also blushing and is gripping the arms of the chair with his hands, the veins in his hands becoming more prominent as he squeezes the leather. “Sorry just my legs are sore from standing.” You smirk as you take your shoes off, face red from being flustered by Will, “Could you please do more? Here-,” He releases his grip on the chair and motions for you to come closer, “come sit on my lap.” He lays his hands on his thighs and you can't help but become even more aroused at the sight of him. “O-okay.” you speak softly and begin to straddle him so that your legs are on opposite sides of him, as you settle down, he gently places his generous hands on your hip and your lower back, “Are you comfortable? Is this okay?”, “mhm, perfect.” You resume massaging his shoulders but now you can see his facial expressions and feel his body react to your movement. His eyes are closed and he looks like he is in pure bliss every time you touch him, he’s like putty in your hands. After a few minutes he lets out a whimper, you can feel him under you becoming aroused. This makes you let out a light gasp and he opens his eyes, “Are you still okay? I’m sorry I didn’t mean-”, You cut him off, “Yes.” You move your hands up from his shoulders to his neck, then up the side of his face, then finally to his head where you run your fingers through his deep, curly, warm chestnut hair. As you do this you feel him lightly Buck up into you and he lets out a soft moan as he closes his eyes again. “Is it okay if I kiss you, Will?” Before you can say another word, he raises his hands up to cup your face and he passionately kisses you. As you kiss you both begin to grind into each other, his pants becoming tighter around his groin region, and yours becoming increasingly wet with every intimate move. Will pulls his lips away from yours, for a moment a string of saliva connects the two of you until it breaks, he licks his lips and looks into you with deep puppy like eyes, “Do you want this, (y/n)”, “God yes, please Will.”

to be continued...

thank you so much for checking out part one of this ! hope you enjoyed <3 again, sorry if this was rough, i haven't written anything like this in years so im just having fun! lmk if you'd like to see this continued / part 2 !

#hannibal #will graham #fanfic #will graham fanfiction #will graham x you #will graham x reader

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vrishchikawrites · 2 years

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a rant about mdzs and fandom

Hi Dee :") As a long time follower, the recent influx of asks and some takes have gotten my mind rolling LOL

Regarding your recent ask (re: the XianQing fanfic), I agree that if WWX or LWJ were married to someone else, they would invest the time, effort and patience to make the relationship work especially if they are compatible. It's not that both of them can't be happy with other people; the most fundamental aspect of their relationship is that they are most happiest with each other. They choose each other in their entirety regardless of distance/separation. Both LWJ and WWX won't choose anyone else because deep down, they've already chosen someone and that is each other. WWX doesn't fit as a fandom nor can he be shipped with anyone else in canon BUT I think his character at its core is often modified extensively to fit the mold.

RE: WEN QING: I don't know what's with the MDZS fandom reducing WQ to a love interest. She literally shows 0 interest in canon in WWX and while you can twist that in fanfiction, it's always great to see Wen Qing's character and love being erased for a homophobic trope on her and WWX (pls note my sarcasm @CQL I SEE YOU). I would argue that the same thing is done to WN however he's infantilized.

Some of the recent anons have been using fics and claiming them as canon, which is so wild to me LMAO In fandom and fanfiction, anything goes. Characters are modified to be shippable, and people want to see their characters to be pushed into different scenarios + to see how they will thrive in a different environment/cast etc. Fandom for me at least is an enhancement, exploration and experimentation of canon. I will admit that MXTX's works and lead pairings are very well-written to the extent that I don't ship them much with anyone (95% main pairing + 5% of what ifs HAHA).

Ship and let ship, but I'm definitely someone who has a low threshold for when people argue that the canonical gay romance is worse and less valid compared to a fanon ship that neither of the main pairing would ever show interest in canon.

I have a question for you regarding characterization, its subjectivity and validity. Would some works technically have poor characterization or should we take it as the author's interpretation of the character? I typically ignore it honestly but sometimes, I have difficulty accepting different characterization especially when the characters are modified immensely.

Sorry for my long rant, Dee! I've been kinda sick of the trolls LOL I'm taking a fandom break, but I hope to hear your thoughts about this! You're one of my favourite authors and I always enjoy hearing your takes and understandings on MXTX, her works and overall fandom.

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My thoughts

Rant away, lmao. Everyone has their frustrations with the fandom, of course.

About your question, I believe there needs to be some flexibility when it comes to characterization because fanfics pleases characters in different situations and humans respond to their circumstances can be somewhat unpredictable. There are also ways to interpret a character depending on what *layer* you wanna focus on.

Every character has different layers. You choose what suits your writing style and plot. I typically make characters a little more serious than they are in canon. Not to say that is a better way to write it, canon will always be the best way, but I don't have MXTX's talent for lighthearted narration.

The key is to find the right balance between plot, your interpretation of the character, and the core traits in canon. You can change the outward personality a bit based on what the plot demands but it is best if the core established in canon remains intact.

#submission #reader asks #re: fanfics

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oscar-lettjohanssonloveme · 3 years

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Cherry Wine (Miss Venable x reader)

well..hi :) i guess we have trash in this fanfic, but pls listen to “Cherry Wine” by Hozier while u r reading this, coz this is another song fanfic haha

warnings: toxic relationship, bruises, abusive gf,..

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If you had to describe what was most beautiful thing in your relationship, you wouldn't have to think twice:

There was nothing better for you than waking up next to her on the weekend.

That probably sounds pretty cheesy, but actually it was sad.

Waking up next to your sleeping girlfriend in the morning was everything for you and if you sometimes doubted your relationship it was enough to kill all of your doubts.

Beep Beep Beep

You blinked sleepily and quickly reached under your pillow to turn off your alarm clock. No way, did you want her to wake up because of you.

For a few seconds you lay quietly on your back with your eyes closed, afraid that your alarm clock might have woken her after all. But there was nothing ..

Before you opened your eyes, you focused on the things you were perceiving as you always did to ground yourself.

You felt the bed beneath you, the disgusting taste in your mouth and through your closed eyelids you could feel the light that shone in through the curtains. And then of course you felt her.

You could hear her breathing, you smelled her lavender perfume and then there was her arm around your waist. Her cool fingers had wandered under your t-shirt at night and were now caressing the bruises she had inflicted on you the day before, when you had once again not done the things the way she wanted.

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Her eyes and words are so icy Oh but she burns Like rum on the fire Hot and fast and angry as she can be I walk my days on a wire.

You winced when the front door slammed loudly.

"Mina .." you shouted happily and quickly wiped your hands on your shirt before running into the hallway to greet your girlfriend.

"How was your day, honey?", You stared at her nervously and watched her as she hung her coat on the cloakroom. She was obviously not in a good mood.

"Is everything okay Mina? You look-"

"Didn't I tell you to clean up the hallway?" She hissed and glared at you menacingly.

You raised your hand soothingly

"I do it after dinner .. My boss wanted to speak to me in his office after work today and I just got home.. I've only just started to cook .."

"You could have cleaned up this morning .." she scolded as she got closer and let you stagger backwards.

"And what did your disabled boss want from you?"

"I..Uhm he..I mean..he .." you stuttered.

"Jesus, Y / N ..", she spat and rolled her eyes in annoyance.

Fearful you looked up into her eyes, which stared dangerously down at you. You couldn't tell her that, she would be so angry.

"He saw the bruises and asked if everything was okay with you and me.." you uttered and closed your eyes.

The next sound you heard was a loud clap and not a second later you felt a sharp pain in your left cheek.

"Mina ..", you gasped and lifted your eyes trembling at her. Tears welled up in your eyes.

"Stop crying, Y / N .." she hissed and looked at you condescendingly.

"Our private life is none of this asshole's business .."

You nodded quickly as you rubbed your cheek.

"I told him I fell down the stairs .."

"Good girl.."

It looks ugly, but it's clean, Oh momma, don't fuss over me.

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You opened your eyes and stared at the white ceiling for a moment. You just wanted to be her good girl, that's all ... why was it so hard?

As carefully as possible, you turned your body on its side to face her. She was so beautiful.

Her long red hair was disheveled and reflected the light of the morning sun. You wanted so much to reach out a hand to brush the stray hair from her face, but then she would wake up because of you and all the rest would be over. You even set an alarm clock to watch her asleep.

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"See you then, Mina .." you mumbled before running towards the front door as quickly as possible.

"Where do you think you're going?", Her voice sounded shrill and you heard her limping into the hallway behind you.

"It's Jessica's birthday today .." you said quickly as you turned around.

"We talked about it yesterday .."

Mina frowned.

"I don't remember that .."

"I even put it in the calendar .." you tried further and looked nervously at your watch.

"Mina, I really have to go ... I'm way too late .."

"I actually thought we could spend the night together.." she said, suddenly sounding sad. Immediately you felt guilty.

"You know, we could watch a movie, for once I could cook for you again and we haven't had sex for weeks .."

You stared at her. She always did that at moments like this. And you lovesick idiot craved her affection so badly.

"Please Y / N .." she said and smiled gently at you.

Damn she knew you too good ... you would kill for that smile. Everything you did for her, you did just because you wanted to see her smile. It made you so fucking happy.

"I think I can call Jessica and tell her I'm sick or something .." you mumbled and immediately hated yourself for it. Jessica was your best friend.

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Of course, you remembered the next day when you saw Jessica at work and she was incredibly angry. It was no secret that Jessica hated Mina. She said Mina wouldn't do you any good, but Jessica had no idea. Mina loved you, you knew that. She was just very complicated.

Your eyes traveled from Mina's hair to her face. She always looked so peaceful when she slept. Any harshness, all the severity had escaped from her face and she looked almost harmless.

But you knew better and sometimes you wondered how you got into this disaster.

You remembered the evening when your cousin dragged you to that party at work and you met Mina. Her dominance intimidated you and you fell in love with her immediately. Your cousin, who has not worked at kineros robotics for a long time, had advised you not to mess with her boss, but you couldn't help it.

You winced when her hand suddenly gripped your waist tightly and she pulled you closer to her. Usually you liked that, but now her hand was pressing against your fresh bruises and making you shiver. You let out a low whimper as tears stung your eyes and immediately you clapped your hand over your mouth.

The way she tells me I'm hers and she is mine Open hand or closed fist would be fine The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine.

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"Okay, what's your problem?" She scolded and hobbled into the living room when you had ignored her calls.

You sat on the sofa and played with the pillow in your lap.

"We have been living together for 2 years and have known each other for 4 .." you said without looking at her. Mina frowned.

"So what?"

You lifted your eyes and looked at her sadly.

"Why the hell did you tell your stupid secretary I was your flatmate ?? Are you kidding me?"

"My private life is none of my employees' business .." said Mina, who raised an eyebrow at your aggressive tone.

"Then you shouldn't have taken me to your stupid New Years party .." you growled and stood up.

"Am I just a flatmate? I mean, do flatmates fuck like we do? Do flatmates share a bed? Do they-"

"Be careful, Y / N ..", Mina hissed and stared at you dangerously.

"I think someone drank a little bit too much."

"Fuck you .." you mumbled.

"I go to Jessica .."

You tried to walk past her, but she grabbed your neck and pressed you against the back of the sofa. While she held your chin between her thumb and forefinger, the rest of her hand pressed against your neck and cut off your air. And while you stared at her in fear, you didn't know which was worse: the feeling of choking at any moment or the feeling that your jaw was about to break.

"You listen to me well now..", Mina spat and let the grip around your neck tighten a little. Desperately you gasped for air.

"Who owns the house? I do. Who brings the most money home? I do. Who paid for the ugly clothes you're wearing right now? I did.

You can go if you want, but if you do, you don't need to come back .. Besides, where should you be able to go? Your parents hate you, Jessica hates you .. And should you really decide to go, I'll make sure that everyone else hates you too .. You know that I can do that ... "she threatened. You heard her words but only million miles away, you were too focused on breathing.

"Mina please .." you gasped as your vision became blurred. It was too much.

"You're really pathetic .." she spat before finally letting go of your throat and you immediately gasped for air.

While you held on to the sofa, panting, your other hand rubbed your jaw. It almost felt like she broke it. Your gaze wandered carefully to Mina, who leaned on the stick with both hands and glared at you angrily.

Calls of guilty thrown at me All while she stains The sheets of some other Thrown at me so powerfully Just like she throws with the arm of her brother.

You just stared at each other for a moment before she grabbed your arm and pulled you into the kitchen, which you two had left untidy.

No, which YOU left untidy.

She let go of your arm in the door frame and left you there as she walked past you into the kitchen.

"Do you see this mess?" She barked and you nodded quickly.

"Who made this mess?"

"I .." you mumbled quietly.

"I can't hear you .." she hissed and raised her eyebrows.

"I .. "you repeated out loud, nervously rubbing your aching arm.

"Yes, exactly you .." she scolded and made you flinch when she threw a plate on the floor and it shattered into a thousand pieces.

"YOUR chaos in MY house ..", another plate flew on the floor.

"YOU live on MY money ..", this time it was a cup.

"And YOU are MY girlfriend and not the other way around and if I think it's right to keep that to myself, then that's my damn decision ..." she screamed, her jaw trembling.

You just stared at her and didn't dare to move when she suddenly grabbed a glass and threw it at you before it splintered on the door frame next to you. Immediately you woke up from your stupor and let out a little scream, before you turned around and ran into the bathroom to lock the door behind you.

Breathe Y / N, breathe

You pressed your back against the bathroom door and slid down the wood. Your hands caught in your hair as you pulled your knees up to your chest and began to sob softly into your jeans.

That damn glass was supposed to hit you ..

Mina had already done a lot to you, hit you, choked you, spat on you, but this glass broke right next to your head. The broken pieces could have hit your eyes.

You didn't understand what her problem was .. You loved Mina so much and all you wanted was to see her smile, but apparently you always made things worse.

At some point your crying had calmed down and you could breathe again.

You closed your eyes and focused again on the things you were feeling. You could feel the wooden door on your back while your fingers dug into the soft carpet. In your mouth it tasted like the salt of your tears and you smelled the air freshener in the bathroom. In the end there was only what you heard, but there was nothing, just silence.

You pressed your ear against the bathroom door, but you couldn't hear anything. You'd probably been sitting here for hours and Mina went to bed.

You stood carefully up with shaky legs and lean on the bathtub.

When you stood, you couldn't help but look in the mirror.

Holy shit

You looked like shit. Your hair was disheveled, the elaborate make-up had run and then there were those dark spots on your jaw and neck. There she had marked you ..

But I want it It's a crime That she's not around most of the time. The way she shows me I'm hers and she is mine Open hand or closed fist would be fine Blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine.

You carefully stretched your fingers towards the bruises, only to regret it straight away as pain twitched through your body. Your hand slid down to grab the cool handle of the sink and then turn it up. Cold water splashed into your hand and you bent down to wash your face. Which turned out to be relatively difficult because you had to avoid your jaw. After washing your face, you grabbed the brush to comb your hair. Satisfied, you found that you only looked half as bad as you did a few minutes ago.

As you stepped out into the hallway you immediately noticed that all the lights were off and still you couldn't hear anything ... She had actually gone to bed. You didn't have to think twice when you decided to go back into the living room to sleep on the couch.

You carefully lay on your side and pulled the soft wool blanket over you.

You had no idea what time it was, you didn't really care. All you wanted was to sleep, even though you were terrified of waking up the next morning.

You were already half asleep when you heard the tap of her stick in the hallway. Immediately you opened your eyes again and pulled the covers a little tighter to your shoulders.

"Y / N?" You heard her voice softly from the hallway and you began to shiver slightly. She didn't sound like the Mina who had thrown the glass at her earlier.

"Are you awake?", She tried again and suddenly switched on the light in the hallway.

She stepped into the living room and saw you lying on the sofa. You ignored her and stared at the bookshelf opposite the sofa.

"Why aren't you in bed?" She asked as she sat on the edge of the sofa and put a hand on your thigh, which made you wince.

"I didn't want to .." you muttered, still staring at the bookcase.

"I am so so sorry .." you heard her whisper. You carefully directed your gaze to her and met her worried eyes.

"You always say that afterwards .." you replied courageously and sat up. Mina stared at the bruises on your jaw. She carefully raised her hand to your jaw and ran her fingers over it. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. At any moment her grip could be get firmer again.

"Does it hurt?" She asked softly.

"Only when you touch it .."

Immediately her hand jerked back into her lap.

"I..uhm..wait here for a moment .."

You watched her get up and walk out of the room only to come back a minute later with a jar in hand.

You frowned in confusion when she sat down next to you again and you realized that the jar was the lotion for her back.

"I thought it might help your bruises too .." she explained when she noticed your confusion. You didn't answer and watched as she took the lid off the jar and applied some of the lotion to her fingers.

"May I..?" She asked as she reached out her hand to your jaw again. You nodded slowly and she carefully began to spread the lotion on your abused skin. Your eyes never left hers and you wondered why she was just this way to you when she apologized or when she wanted something from you.

You wanted her to always be like that to you and you would work so much for it that it was like that at some point.

Her fight and fury is fiery Oh but she loves Like sleep to the freezing Sweet and right and merciful I'm all but washed In the tide of her breathing.

"Do you forgive me?" She asked, putting her hand on your cheek. You automatically leaned into her touch and wished you could do something like that more often.

"Of course I do .." you said and smiled gently.

..Like I always do

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"Hello princess ..", her sleepy voice purred in your ear and she hugged you a little tighter.

You carefully turned your head towards her to stare straight into her brown eyes.

If the eyes really were the gate to the soul, then this gate seemed to be closed. No matter how many times you looked for answers in her eyes, you would never find an explanation for her behavior. Often you saw fire, poison and cold in her eyes at the same time and then there were moments like this when you couldn't see any of the hate, just love.

"Did I wake you up?" You whispered and were scared for a moment, but she quickly shook her head.

"No..You know, I dreamed of you, princess .." she smiled as she started to play with your hair.

"Oh yes?"

"Mhm .." she hummed and began to press gentle kisses against your face.

"We were on the beach in Italy .."

"Italy .." you repeated with closed eyes and tried to suppress the tears that welled up in you. It was all so contradicting itself. While one hand gently scratched your scalp, the other was still squeezing the bruises on your waist.

Yesterday she had yelled at you and told you, how ungrateful you were and this morning she told you, that she had dreamed of you and was so lovely with you.

It was like having a relationship with two people at the same time. And you knew that she was breaking you more and more every day. But you could never leave her, she had put you under her spell and you were like cement in her hands

And it's worth it, it's divine I have this some of the time

If you had to describe what was most beautiful in your relationship, you wouldn't have to think twice:

There was nothing better for you than waking up next to her on the weekend.

Because no matter how angry she was the night before, she would always be gentle with you in the morning and that was the only thing you wanted.

The way she shows me I'm hers and she is mine Open hand or closed fist would be fine The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine.

#wilhemina venable x reader #sarah paulson x reader #wilhemina venable #american horror story

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garnet0107 · 2 years

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Hi, guys :)

This time I will post a Phobos and Auditor's short fanfic instead of fanart.

Since this is my first time to write fanfic in ENG, I am using machine translation.

So, there may be some errors in grammar etc. If so... just pretend you didn't see it lmao

Btw, this one-shot is General Audiences, which is m/m (phobos/auditor).

(refer to the AO3 rating notation)

And...what else can I write about? If there is anything else I should write, pls let me know.

I hope you enjoy this!

Lunacy

Auditor was clearly in a bad mood. The look in his eyes as he stared at the monitor on the tabletop was grim, and the flickering black flames were wilder than usual. Engineers looked at each other to make sure that everyone here was on the same page. That man must have done something again, who has been confusing employer, for some time now.

He stood up silently and looked out the window. Under the blood-red sky, countless buildings filled the ground. And out of the corner of his eye, there was a tower that stood clearly taller than the whole surrounding area.

The home base of Nexus Core.

"I'm going out."

"What?"

The boss, who had been silent until then, suddenly said. His subordinates were amazed, and one of them asked in a fluster.

"Where are you going?"

"It's obvious."

He answered without looking away from the Nexus Tower. As expected. Engineers' faces clouded under their masks, and then they chuckled so their bosses wouldn't notice.

"But you're scheduled to meet with... Director Phobos tomorrow, right? Did he cause any trouble?"

'Circumstances have changed."

"Circumstances?"

The courageous man said. "What kind of circumstances?"

"It's none of your business."

For a moment, the black flames increased their firepower. Engineers saw this and instead of asking a new question, they replied, "Yes, sir." I see. They looked at each other again, this time with a smirk on their faces... unnoticed by Auditor in front of them, of course.

***

"Hello, Employer."

The moment Auditor appeared, a theatrical greeting flew from the back of the room. He clicked his tongue. As expected, the owner of the voice is staring at him without any sign of offense.

"How are you?"

"It sucks."

"I thought so."

Phobos, sitting in front of his desk, shrugged.

"However, it would be rude to barge in suddenly, huh? No matter how mad you are, I can't overlook it."

"Who do you think it is that has angered me so much, Director? What's with the e-mail? What are you thinking?"

He closed the distance between them at once and spoke in a low, growling voice. Phobos held up his hands gently to stop him.

"Well, calm down. What I'm trying to say is exactly what I wrote in that e-mail. We need A.A.H.W.'s help now."

"So you think I'm going to accept that ridiculous request? Don't make light of me. You don't seem to understand your position."

"I think I'm well aware of it."

"Shut up."

The fire burns fiercely.

"I've told you before. You're a hired hand. No matter how much power you gain here in Nevada, from my point of view, you are still an employee. Your master is me."

"Haha, that's a bold statement, Mr. Auditor. What if the tower guards outside this room misunderstand?"

"I'm just stating a fact."

"Oh dear." Phobos chuckled.

"Apparently, my master is quite fond of me."

At the same time as he muttered this, Auditor grabbed the man in front of him by the chest.

“Sir!"

Immediately after, the tower guards entered the room with such force that they seemed to blow the door open. Where were they watching from? Auditor looked back at him quizzically. The guards, clad in heavy armor, were pointing their weapons straight at him. There was no hesitation there at all. Is it the result of their daily training that they are unafraid even in the face of a superior being like him, or...

"How can a soldier in the service of the God Emperor not be brave?"

The line echoed in room, as if it had anticipated his question. This condescending man also seemed to feel no fear whatsoever. When Auditor returned his gaze to that man, God Emperor placed his own hand on top of the hand gripping his chest. It was just a little bit cold.

"They will never fear death. No matter where I am, no matter who I am dealing with, they will always come running to me."

"......You're still as vigilant as ever, Phobos. Have you been watching me from the beginning? You seem to be very afraid of being dragged down from your current position.”

"In every age, those in power live in mortal danger. It's impossible to eradicate the undesirables who want to take this position. You know this as well as I do.”

He chuckled.

“But unfortunately, unlike you, I am not yet ready to give up my human body. If you cut off my head, my heart will eventually stop beating and my time will stop as well. I will not let that happen. My ideals have yet to be fulfilled."

He squeezed Auditor's hand tightly, trying to pull it away from his chest. Despite his actions, his voice was filled with a soft calm. The lenses of his goggles, like blood-soaked suns, glowed eerily as they reflected the black flames.

“My ideals will eventually become reality. The time will come when the world ruled by me, God Emperor, will be the greatest paradise. It is an absolute realm that no one can defile. This city I have built, the beautiful Nevada sky, the earth, citizens, my soldiers, everything! I will not die until I have created a perfect world where everything is eternal.”

"You're talking about that again. How long are you going to keep making these delusional claims, Director? Man cannot become a god. Namely, you were born a man, you can't become a god.”

""Delusional"? How dare you! Don't lump me in with those lunatics. In the first place, I am not crazy. I'm as sane as anyone."

Madman's nails under the glove dug into the auditor's hand. He frowned in pain.

“All the fools who can't understand my noble thoughts call me a crazy man. Oh, how foolish they are! For it is those who cannot understand me who are the true lunatics!"

Phobos shouted and stood up vigorously. Pitch-black hand had already been pulled away from his chest, but he made no attempt to weaken his grip.

Auditor looked up into the man's face. A small moon illuminated the sea of black flames, the red light felt like it was pregnant with a strange heat. Flame flickered wildly.

“But, well......fools are human beings too, so it's no wonder they don't understand. The idea of God is not something that can be easily understood by an ordinary human being......Okay, it's all right, soldiers. Get back."

Following the God Emperor's order, the knights immediately left the room. The fine and sturdy door closed noisily. When Auditor watched the soldier's back disappear behind the door, the pain in his hand finally go away.

"By the way, we are still in the middle of the request. Now, where were we?"

The man sits down. He is still holding employer’s hand.

"Well, let me reiterate. We need A.A.H.W.'s help in order to make the project that you have entrusted us with a better success. That's why we need you to accept the request...at all costs."

"......In the end, you won't change, nothing. There is no sign of change.”

Auditor said in disgust.

“If so...then offer me a reasonable price. Employers will not obey mortals so easily. My price is not as low as you think."

"Not low?"

Director smiled arrogantly.

“That sounds appealing. Cheap junk doesn't suit me. What I need is something that has enduring value and unfading beauty......So...for example,"

Phobos said, looking into Auditor's eyes.

"It's people like you who deserve me."

"......Did you really think you could propitiate me over with that trashy words?"

“I'm just telling you what I think in all sincerity.”

“Don't get cocky. I told you, I am your master. You have no right to determine my value. I decide what I'm worth, and decide what you're worth.”

"Really? If you decide, then I can rest assured. To be honest, I have faith in your aesthetic sense.”

“Faith? Why?”

“Because you appointed me as the person to entrust this project to, Auditor.”

The man who had been told this made a disapproving face. The one-eyed God Emperor laughs out loud.

"Don't look at me like that, Audi. All right, I'll see what I can do to make it worth your while. You'll also be here tomorrow, won't you?”

“Hah. It sounds to me like you want to see me.”

“Oh my, you don't want to see me. I miss you."

“That's not what I'm saying.”

“Then you’ll come here tomorrow. I'll have your favorite drink ready for you. As long as you show up when you say you will.”

"......"

The momentum of the flames calms.

“...Anyway, we'll talk about this tomorrow. You have to come up with something that will make me agree to that ridiculous proposal by the time I come. Okay?”

"Of course. You can count on me, ...My employer."

The God Emperor reverently kissed the back of his black hand. And he never missed the fact that Auditor smiled happily when he saw it.

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Idc if it's Phobditor or Audiphob JUST SHOW ME FANFIC OF THESE TWO

(If I can get it registered in AO3, I will post the same thing there as well)

#madness combat #madness project nexus #director phobos #mc auditor #one shot #fanfic

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Hey, how u doing? I wanted to ask for you for indications on washette fanfics, what are the best that you have

p.s. and yes, I do want to hear as well about yours in that list as well, 'cause they're gold

Hey! I'm doing alright:) Thanks for asking! What about you? (is this the correct tumblr to anon etiquette?)

Oh goodness this is such a loaded question because the answer is many. I hope you're alright with a big list sorted by category <3

Fluff! Fluff!!

The French Mistake

One of the first washette fics I read, so it holds a special place in my heart. A little silly, a little lams, ultimately very cute and good time.

Under the Arches of Moonlight and Sky

Just very good, cute, soft weary bed sharing. (this is only wholesome, I swear)

Let's Dance

Short, sweet fic with dance instructor George and our beloved two left feet Laf:)

I Like You Better in Real Life

Did someone say Influencer/Youtuber!Laf and President!George?? No??! Well start and read this fic. Seriously, it's a longer one, and just really damn cute. A bit of slow burn in terms of internalized homophobia (done in a good way) and trans Laf?? Yes. It's really so good.

The Prince

Ok, ok, it's one of mine. The one chapter is deceiving, it's decently long and featuring Prince!Laf and Royal Knight!George!:) Also magic!! angst, fluff, denial of feelings but then of course love confessions;) after angst though, don't worry haha.

Fathoms and Foundlings

Ooooohh boy. This. This one. Mermaid Laf and regular ol George! So so so well written, I mean, the feelings, the war, the weather, literally everything you can name, it's spectacular in this fic. Be warned, it is incomplete, but I remember when the latest chapter was released when I lost all hope (plus the author is still active) so I definitely don't count this one out of being updated!:) But, I'll be honest, I'm unsure about it being finished BUT I still think you should 1000% read this because you really will not find something like it anywhere else and it's just so cute!! Did I mention fucking amazing?

Whom can we trust now?

Platonic washette!! Really well written and just altogether really well put together!:) comfort after Arnold's betrayal! Seriously, I highly recommend this fic it's just so perfect of their relationship and cuuute.

The Particulars of Language

Oh goodness. Oooh goodness. This is so so cute. A nice little blend of angst and fluff and did I mention internalized homophobia? (In a good way, if that makes sense) Also so well-written by an incredible author, I just- language confusion. Need I say more??

Marque

Ok, ok, it's been too long since I read this one, so I will say, it is very tentatively going in this category. I just love soulmate au washette! Angst! Kidnapping? ...no final chapter. So I'm not sure, it could've been planned on ending very happy and fluffy! I do believe overall, this leans on the darker side, but I know I really love this one and they love each other. I want more washette soulmate aus.

Breaks your heart, puts it back together

what's my name, what's my station

Oh God oh fuck it's this one. (said with love). Brutal? Hot? Expanding my vocabulary?? An incredibly beautiful use of metaphors??? Actually feel like crying when I read it. Yeah. This is amazing.

May the Melody Disarm Us

Oh Godd oh Fuck it's this one. (maybe I should change this section's title) this one isn't even angsty per se, it's just like...brutally beautiful. They love each so much but oh my god. The metaphors, the way the author sets the scene and environment and everything! Ugh. So so good.

Let Down My Guard

Oh dear lord in heaven above preserve me. I'm gonna be dramatic but there are simply not enough words in the universe I have that can describe how I feel about this fic and how damn incredible it is!! And boy do I mean it when I say this one breaks your heart and puts it back together. I have seriously never sobbed over any piece of fiction like I did this. Just ahhhh. The feelings they develop for each other, the confusion of cultures, the secrets revealed?? I didn't even tell you Laf is a mermaid yet. Just- please. Please read this. It will rip your heart out, but it will put it back together. But really, this is just a fucking masterpiece and so so beautiful.

Porn With Plot

that dress you like

Very nicely done smut + feels! (Did I mention how nicely it's all done?) Oh! Did I mention genderqueer Laf? Yes.

Mon General / My Marquis

Ok the only reason this is going in this category is because I find the others up there more heart-breaky than this one. I love this one!! The historical details! Their loving relationship!! Very very good and lovely. With some angst of course.

The Mistranslation

Oh God oh Fuck it's this one. (I'll be saying that a lot). Would you like all these categories put into one beautiful fic?? Here it is, here. It's incredible. Please read it. It's free serotonin. (Did I mention incredibly written??)

The Things I Would Do to You

Ahhh ok. So. Super duper sweet, lots of angst sprinkled throughout but Laf's visit to Mount Vernon + feels + (smut). Need I say more??! Seriously, this is wonderful.

Not So Easy to be the Teacher's Pet

Oh. Oh god it's this one. So this is borderline Oof (Laf is 17) but if that does not bother you, then you are in for a treat!(??) Ok but really, lots of feels, denial of feelings, way-too-sweet-for-his-own-good Lafayette and poor confused George. Just fantastic.

Devil to Pay

Hoooo boy. If you like pirates or sea adventures, (hot pirate captains. I'm just gonna say it) then I'm literally begging you to read this. Kidnapped noble Laf?? Slowly falling for the pirate captain Washington?? Not to mention so many maritime details and wonderful emotions, beautifully crafted just. Spectacular. Please, read it if you haven't. Even if pirates don't appeal to you, they will after this fic.

A secret weapon

Ahhhh!!! Thiiiiiis. Is everything. Ok, yes, it includes more than washette, but I mean come on, it's (sexy) demons. It's desperate Washington trying to win a war and fight his gay feelings (guess which fight he wins?) But also, super well written and detailed and feels!! I adore this fic, and the whole series is a treat. Go read it. It's wonderful, you won't regret it.

Oof (not in a good way)

The Sweet Enjoyment of Partaking

If the not-so-sweet side intrigues you more, this is one of the few washette fics that I do love and is...not so nice. It's really good as a not nice piece! Pretty straightforward and fucked up. Ya (I) love to see it.

Transmutation

Oooohhhhhh. This is a fic I didn't read for a while just because I didn't know what it was but boy let me tell you, it is soo good. I'll say it's not as oof as the fic above, but oooh maaaannnnn. I don't know how to describe it just, don't expect sweet things, but if darker takes are your thing please go read this. You will not regret it. It's so damn good.

Day One Way, By Night Another

Ok ok here me out. This one might seem a bit random and it is. It's very short and for the longest time I didn't read it until I did and said ow because ow!!? I find this has the most impact going in unarmed so...watch out. (but like check it out. it's just so unique I really do love it)

Once More, With Feeling

Oh GOD. This one is quite brief and straightforward but if you are looking to rip your heart out with feels and angst then boy do I have the perfect fic for you. But seriously, it's so well-written and just expresses all the feelings so so perfectly. But at what cost? (Pls read it)

A Beautiful Tragedy

Hello darkness my old friend. Ok but seriously, this fic still remains so impactful in my own mind just as the writer. It's not a happy ending, but I try to leave you with hope. Pretty music that I highly recommend listening to, I don't know. I think it's really good, I don't say that often about my own stuff soo if you're ok with heavy amounts of angst and pretty aesthetics then check this ok!:) (but guard your heart, sorry not sorry<3)

Porn Without Plot

Betrayals and Allies

So, admittedly, this one very tentatively goes into this category because I find compared to the others, this one has less feels and less focus on it, but don't get me wrong this is very emotional!! It displays their relationship and love so cutely (and smutily..? new word) and as extra bonus it fills in the gaps of the deleted scene from Turn. You know the one;) It's very good!!

Cold Nights

Look at me adding another of my own. This is super duper short, but I kinda like how the emotions turned out. I think this was the beginning of my first dive into my current style of writing so that's cool I guess? But yeah no, it's porn without plot lol.

What Good is Honor When You're Starving?

Oh dear, another of mine in this category. I barely put this here, but the main focus is on the smut, but there are many many feels aplenty. Oh wait, did I mention vampire Laf? George definitely not falling in love... but really, I like how this one turned out!:) Good sexy vampire times (with feelings)

Ah wow! You stuck with me! Thank you! I...tried to keep it brief. This is not an exhaustive list by any means btw, there were a few (many) I decided to cut because I wanted this list to be all encompassing of many authors, styles, etc.

But anon, thank you for the ask and giving me the chance to rant about my favorite fics! My apologies on taking so long to finish, I hope you can understand my life has been a little hectic, but I always try to make time for washette;)

Thank you!!<3

#asks #anon #washette #tal's recommedations #fic recommendation

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