#now I wished that I could write all my ffs in english~

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Keeping me warm

Part 2

Trafalgar Law x Reader

Warning: female Reader, use of y/n , Angsty angst, Fluffy Fluff and some suggestive thoughts but nothing wild tho, English is not my first language, so yeah there are some mistakes in this possibly.

Plus I am currently still on my first watch of one piece and am only at Fishman island. So Law isn’t a character I know all to well. So he is more like a mixture out of other ffs descriptions and my own headcanon.

Notes: I never planned on making this second part but because I really am craving more Law in my life and because I got some really nice comments and people asking for a second part, I just had to write a lil something. I really hope you enjoy. And thanks again for all the nice comments. They literally make my day ❤️😭

I am quite shy and rarely comment on posts myself but I m trying to be better with it in the future because honestly sometimes we forget how much some kind words can effect someone. ❤️ thank you all for reading. Have fun.

The first thing you noticed after waking up was the silence. The rumble of thunder and the biting wind could no longer be heard. Tired, you opened your eyes and looked around. Warm rays of light broke through the entrance to the cave. Sleeping pirates in tight embraces lay around you. Your captain had wrapped his stretched arms around as many of them as possible. He was laying next to you in an uncomfortable position on the cold cave floor. Luffy was loudly snoring and mumbling incoherent sentences in his sleep. But despite the uncomfortable resting situation, there was a satisfied smile on his features.

"Well? Awake yet?"

The beautiful archaeologist was sitting next to you, reading a book. She looked at you with a small smile.

" Be careful, the others are still asleep. But you can go outside if you want. The snowstorm has stopped."

Robin had decided to let her friends sleep. It had been too long since they last got a little rest.

With a quiet groan, you straightened your body. You could feel an annoying headache forming. Neck pain, cold and hunger. Even if you were able to sleep, it couldn't have been for very long.

How much you were wishing to be on the Sunny right now. In your soft bed. With linen sheets. In the cozy room you share with Robin and Nami.

You stretched your body and while yawning you started walking your way out of the cave. In your head you were still dreaming. Of soft pillows and fresh-smelling flowers, like the ones that Sanji regularly brought back from the local markets for you girls. Even if his antics could be annoying, the flowers always made you smile brighter.

The girls' bedroom was always tidy and quiet. Only sometimes your giggling got louder if there was something exciting to gossip about. It was your little comfort place on the Grand Line and not only for Sanji the so-called "heaven on earth".

While fixated on your Daydreaming, you walked through the cave until you reached the entrance. You had expected that all the snow might have buried you and it would take a while to shovel your way free, but there was only a small amount of white mass in front of the cave that was relatively easy to climb. As you continued to walk towards the sunny outdoors, your thoughts returned to soft blankets. Soft pillows. And warm arms wrapped around your body.

Wait what?

You shook your head. Such thoughts were completely out of place here. The important thing now was to see how you could all get back to the village and then quickly get something to eat.

But as your legs sank into the deep snow, your selfish daydreams were immediately back.

Warm hands caressing your cheek. A rough voice whispering in your ear. Soft kisses being pressed on your neck.

Tattooed arms that were wrapped around your body and tried pulling you closer to his heaving chest.

These thoughts kept you more than warm as your thighs sank deeper into the cold snow.

No matter how hard you tried to categorize these thoughts as wrong and banish them from your brain all at once, each time they came back even stronger.

Would he touch you like that? Would his hands be as soft as you imagined? How much you would love to run your hands over his tattooed arms. Over his long fingers. And over whatever else was hidden under his covered chest.

The first time you met him, he had been wearing a dark shirt. It had been unbuttoned at the top and while observing him from a little distance, you had seen that his dark tattoos continued on his chest. But you couldn't see much. And as if he had noticed how you were literally trying to undress him with your eyes, he had turned in a different direction. You had stood there, caught, perplexed, confused, while a heart eyed Sanji had been dancing around you singing compliments to you in your new dress.

You remember hushing to Nami about those same tattoos. You had tried to make it sound as neutral as possible. Simply interested in the art under his skin.

But Nami had already figured you out. She knew how interested you were in the captain of the other crew. But instead of secretly whispering with you, she had decided to push you in his direction. She had tapped the tall man on the shoulder and asked loudly if he could take off his clothes, so that you could admire his tattoos.

You could have killed your best friend in this very second.

After he stared at the navigator with a questioning and almost angry looking face, the red head pushed you in front of the doctor. Feeling heat all over your body, the words you were trying to say came out kinda stuttered.

"I .. I'm ... sorry. There must have been a… misunderstanding. Nami wasn’t…, Captain... uh... yes, I... was just wondering if all those tattoos must have hurt?"

A incredibly stupid excuse.

"You know… because I heard that it hurts, not that I think you're too weak... no, i definitely don’t.. I know how strong you are... I mean... Chopper told me about it and well, our captain always talks about your fights... You..."

You were not really forming coherent sentences. You wanted to run away or sink into the ground. No matter how you turned it around, it would never become a sensible explanation.

The man in front of you had looked puzzled. You were way to nervous to look into his eyes.

If you hadn't been so focused on your sentences and the awkwardness of the situation, you might have seen how gentle his gaze was. Almost confidently smirking downwards.

He had just wanted to interrupt you and was planing on explaining his tattoos to you, when the loudest strawhat pulled Law towards him with his outstretched arms.

"Traaaaaaa Guuuuuuyyy! Haha. Look what I made for you." The boy was holding a plate in front of his face. It was a mountain out of various food. Meat. Vegetables. A huge amount of dry rice. It looked like an inedible mess that the other captain had formed with his own hands. At least that's what Law assumed when he saw the straw hat's food covered hands, sending a shiver down his spine. How could this young man be so out of his mind? Law felt the urge to loudly slap his palm against his forehead. The stupidity and naivety of the strawhat-ya was too much to bear. But with a little squint, even he realized that the mess on the plate in front of him looked a lot like one of his crew members.

" shishishi it looks like your bear friend, torao. Do you like it ? "

Law just rolled his eyes. That was the reason ? Angrily he stared down at the other captain. He couldn’t believe he had just been interrupted in the moment, he had the chance of a conversation with his crush! Well, not that y/n was a crush... no. Definitely not. Law just wanted to make conversation. Completely normal. Without any ulterior motives. After all, she was the newest member of the friendly pirate gang. That would only be polite. Law talked himself out of any palpitations. Was it just him or was it just really warm on this island? Besides, there was the campfire. That was an explanation on while he was feeling that way. He was definitely not feeling that warm because of some woman.

A really really cute woman.

A really cute woman standing a few tables next to him. Still at the same space, talking nervously to Nami.

The cold snow under your feet became less and less. It barely reached your ankles. The sun was shining on your face as you breathed in the fresh air. The world around you was clear and bright. Now you could see where you were. When you had all sought shelter to hide from the coming storm, the rain and snow had already been so thick that you could hardly see anything. You had been glad that Franky had discovered the cave with his headlights.

You weren’t even that far from the village. If you would have known you could have even climbed down the mountain during the storm. But because nobody had a clue where you guys were, it was saver to stay and wait for the storm to end. The cave was on the mountain between the harbor and its tiny town and the small fishing village on the other side of the island. The harbor was run by the marines and it was impossible to go there. But in the town, there were stores and places where Franky could get the parts he needed to repair on the Thousand Sunny. The fishermen had also reported that there was a small Inn in the small harbor town where they could spend the night. That had been the actual plan. Get fresh food and the repair parts. To spend the night in the town and then go back to the sunny to repair it. But you never got that far.

The snow glistened in the sunlight. A small smile flitted across your face. Even if the last few days hadn't been ideal, you were still really relieved. Everyone was doing well. No one had been tragically injured and the little bit of peace and quiet had certainly done everyone some good.

Next to your tracks in the snow, a few others were starting to appear. They couldn't be old. They were definitely fresh footprints. Probably boots.

The prints were bigger than yours. Had someone been missing when you left the cave? Immediately your thoughts went back to the tall captain. Your heart began to beat loudly.

Your eyes wandered over the landscape. And not far from you, a figure was sitting on a tree trunk in the snow. As you approached quietly, you realized that he wasn’t alone. From afar you couldn’t make out the other being in the white snow. His white fur, tousled as he was laying on the ground listening to Law while making snow angels. Bepo looked like a small child. Only in the body of a huge polar bear.

„How cute.“ you thought. A broad grin crossing your cheeks.

Until Law started talking.

"I really don't know what to do, Bepo. Every rule I ever set for myself is

Absolutely against this!“ he shook his head slightly. "fuck I can't stop thinking about her" cursing he put his face into his hands, looking down and taking a deep breath.

Who was he talking about? Quietly sneaking a little closer, you hoped the captain was too lost in thought to spot you with his Haki.

"Oh Captain. Doesn't it feel good? The most important thing is that you're well!"

The polar bear hugged his captain and talked to him gently.

"Never mind Bepo. I'm sorry to bother you with something like this. The last few weeks I could have used your time better than constantly talking about y/n"

Wait. Your name?

" I'm sure she's not interested in me anyway. After all, she's on a ship with that lovesick cook. Or the swordsman is probably much more interesting to her anyway."

"Don't tell yourself that Law. Chopper told me how much she appreciates you. Besides, she's probably annoyed by Zoro and Sanji's constant bickering.

I'm sure she thinks you're just as great as we do, boss."

There was a tired smile on Law's face. No matter how distressed and confused he was on the inside, Bepo was always a reason for him to make this feeling disappear. The polar bear apparently had no idea how much Law wanted your attention. Never would thoughts like his fly through his best friend's brain.

The way he craved your touch. And the way he got hot inside as soon as he thought of your innocent eyes looking at him from below. He wanted for you to like him a lot more than his crewmates did. Bepo was way to naive to understand why Law was waking up covered in sweat with his pillow covering his lower body when Bepo wanted to see how he was doing the other morning. Not for the first time, he wondered if he could get away with kidnapping you. Surely the strawhat-ya would be more than pissed. But it would be worth to have some time alone with you. Law had to sigh. His thoughts too shameful to ever voice them.

" Let's go back to the cave. We have more important things to do."

And with a quick -shambles- from Law, the two Heart Pirates disappeared out of your sight.

Relieved that you had not been seen, you were sitting behind a rock. You could hardly believe what you had overheard.

At first you were afraid Law was talking about someone else. Maybe Robin or Nami. They were both beautiful and clever. And both had already fought alongside him. You, on the other hand, had hardly any experience of fighting and although you had already noticed through Sanji's affection that other people perceived you as attractive, you would never have compared yourself to your friends. Both were so beautiful, kind and graceful

and yet Law had said your name.

Although you were automatically ashamed of this thought, you thought of Law laying in bed with you again, stroking your hair and repeating your name over and over again.

You wanted to bury your head in the cold snow. The heat caused by these thoughts was just too much. Annoyed and confused with yourself, you slowly made your way back towards the cave.

Your heart beating so loud you thought it would jump out of your chest.

Two days later

With a tired smile, you said goodbye to Bepo and Ikkaku. Penguin walked behind them. Before he left with the others to return to the harbor, he turned back to you.

"Hey y/n, if that crazy strawhat ever gets tired of the pirate life, our captain would certainly have no problem with you joining our crew."

He leaned his head in my direction and winked " I think he would be more than satisfied with you on board"

Laughing, he walked through the door. Closely followed by Shachi, who formed his hands into a heart and sang something unintelligible.

You couldn't help but roll your eyes. Was it that obvious?

But no matter how hard you tried not to react to the teasing comments, your face turned red when you saw Law in the corner of your eye. Whether he heard it or not, you knew this was going to be awkward as soon as you were standing face to face.

Law had of course heard what his crew had implied. But he could hardly think about it, because at the same moment the straw hat wrapped its arms around the doctor several times. If he was going to try hugging him even more, Law was sure he would end up literally crushing him.

"Let go of me immediately, Straw Hat-ya!“

" shishishi. Sure thing, Torao. Have a good journey."

Luffy's grin went from ear to ear.

Law didn't really know what to do next. He had planned to just calmly say goodbye to the others. Without any big words, and above all without any more hugs.

These crazy pirates brought out the worst in him anyway. He was always annoyed at how much he didn’t think about real life issues and even smiled from time to time. It could hardly go on like this. After all, he had a reputation to uphold.

He took a step back and spoke to the rest of the friendly crew.

" I'll see you again in two months. If you find out anything important, you'd better call us right away via the telesnail. It means a lot to me, that we are helping us in these troubling times as an alliance. Thank you for your support."

He was about to leave when something pulled at his long coat.

"Oh, Doctor Law, before you go, here are the books I borrowed from you. I was not aware of some of these treatments. So thank you very much. I look forward to working with you again."

Chopper stood proudly in front of him and gave Law back three thick medicine books. How the little reindeer was able to carry these books at all puzzled Law. But presumably one of the others had helped him. Probably Robin. The devil fruit user patted Chopper proudly on the head. A wry grin on her face. "We're all looking forward to seeing you again Trafalgar, aren't we

y/n ? "

Robin gently nudged your arm and looked expectantly into your flushed face. Inside you were cursing her. How could she have found out how you felt about the tattooed captain too. Apparently everyone knew by now anyway.

" Uh, yeah. Sure... I... eh, we all appreciate you very much. And we're happy to help you, of course. It's important to us to be there for you. And to support you on your mission. I hope everything goes well with you... with you and your crew. We want to see you back in good health."

You look in his direction with an innocent laugh. You felt beyond awkward. Were you making a fool out of yourself again?

You didn't really want to see all your friends making fun of you while you were desperately trying to talk to your crush. But when your lowered gaze went up, only a satisfied smile sat on Law's face.

Robin and Chopper turned towards the other Strawhats.

While Law was still glancing at you. His eyebrows furrowed as if he was thinking hard about something to say. After a moment of silence, he was clearing his throat.

Softly, he whispered a " Take care of yourself, Y/N-ya." in your direction.

"And you take care of yourself, Law."

Smiling, you looked once more at the handsome face in front of you. His eyes were almost shining and a quick glance at his lips made your heart beat faster.

Law wondered if he should say something else. Something that could give you certainty. But apart from a softly breathed "Y/N", nothing came from his lips.

The other pirates around you were long forgotten. Your friends saying goodbye to the other crew members, Luffy dancing around the room laughing while Sanji explained to him why he had to wait until the food was ready, and Chopper proudly telling Nami about his new knowledge. While Usopp was making fun of a loudly snoring swordsman.

Even Brook's singing was just background noise. The only thing you could hear was the loud pounding of your heart and the soft voice of the Supernova repeating your name again.

Without thinking, you took a step towards the man in front of you. He was so tall, you had to lean your head back quite a bit to keep seeing his face.

Law's head was in chaos. The rational part of him would now take a quick step back, not ever look at you again and run away with a grim expression.

But his heart had already chosen a different path. His body decided what to do next for him. Although a moment ago Luffy had his arms around Law and he cursed any form of embrace, now he longed for it. As if she had read his thoughts, Y/N put her hands around his neck and hugged him tightly. Even though his head was still not fully aware what was happening , law wrapped his strong arms around her body. How he would have loved to pull her even closer to him. But there was no time for that. And would she even want that? He could ask her to run away with him? He can’t believe his thoughts were this idiotic.

Than the brief moment was over. Neither of them wanted to draw any more attention to themselves.

He detached himself and gave you a nod with his hat hiding his eyes, before turning around and following his crew with determined steps.

Did that really just happen?

Yes, it was only a hug. But for you it was more than just that. The way he had whispered your name, what was he trying to tell you? Maybe he had that feeling too. Longing.

Even after the conversation between him and Bepo that you had overheard the other day, you were still unsure. Did he like you back?

While you stood there rooted to the spot for a few minutes and looked after the Surgeon of Death, your thoughts full of question marks, he was already scolding his silly crew members. Even if he wasn't doing it very well today.

And so he walked with Bepo, Shachi and Penguin back to the bay where his submarine was anchored. His face was red, his gaze downcast and his eyes still hidden under his hat. While Bepo asked questions like "Is it true that you really "like like" her? Or „if she becomes part of our crew, will she sleep in the same room as you?" Or " Penguin said something about you being all dirty? But you just had a shower, haven't you?" Or " Law? Do you think I'll ever find a bear girlfriend?"

Penguin and Shachi cried with laughter.

And although few things in his life have ever embarrassed him as much as the awkward questions and fake kissing sounds of his friends, Law was feeling way to happy and warm at that moment to really care.

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[odiesbun]

...♡You're running away from your wedding with him♡...

There may be errors in the text, as my native language is not English. Thank you for your likes!

genre: fluff.

warning: wedding elopement, marriage of convenience, from strangers to lovers (some membera), from friends to lovers (some members), references to smoking, alcohol and food.

w.c: 2.6k

a.n: lol, since there's something weird going on in my soul right now(it's all because I'm in a friend zone with someone I really like), I've decided that I'm going to numb the heartache by writing ff at night...

♡Chan♡

Chan knew very well that you weren't ready to become someone's bride so soon, especially when everyone forced you to do it against your will. And of course, Chan was taking your side exclusively. Having been your best friend since junior high, Christopher wished you nothing but good and happiness, so he had a question mark in his head for a long time, asking how to summon you out of this nightmare. In fact, he hadn't originally planned to steal you away from your wedding; his only credible plan was that he might let you live in this nightmare for a few days or months and then file for divorce. But when you casually voiced your idea right before the wedding began, he was delighted. It was like a light bulb went on over Chan's head.

- „You know, all you have to do is show up there just for the cameras. You don't have to sign that jer... Ahem, the man, yes.“ - Chan coughed into his fist, then awkwardly scratched the back of his head and smiled. In both situations his conscience would eat away at him, but what he planned to pull off now might at least contribute to your happiness.

Once you got to the registry office, Christopher constantly stood behind you, trying to touch you in every way possible and thereby reassuring you. Your job was to greet the cameras, the guests, and your family, and then pretend to get overexcited and go to the bathroom. Naturally, by bathroom, Chan meant escape...

You gave a strained smile as you bowed. Your veil blocked your view considerably and you could barely see the faces of your guests, but it was even better that way. Your fiancé was standing near the altar, watching everything that was going on. You took a few timid steps before stopping and faking a fit of nausea. The guests instantly hustled, telling you that you should go get some air and postpone the wedding ceremony for a few minutes. You covered your mouth with your palm and nodded, then quickly headed for the exit. Right outside the door, Chan was already waiting for you, and he flew up to you worriedly, hugging you gently by the shoulders.

- „Did I make it? Did I make it?“ - You gasped, not even believing that your guests had let you go so easily and left you alone. Christopher smiled encouragingly.

- „Not yet, but it's just a matter of time. We need to get out the back door as quickly as possible.“ - Says Chan, taking off your veil, which was blocking your view.

***

The groom bursts into the hall furious, his voice making the guests jump up from their seats.

- „She's not there!“ - He runs up to your parents, who were just as worried, and hands them your snow-white veil.

- „That's all I found. The veil was lying out front, ma'am.“ - He adopts a sad expression on his face, his lips pressed into a thin line. Your mother clutches the piece of cloth to her chest, letting out a stifled sob.

- „She ran away...“ - She whispers against her lips, her face full of teardrops which she immediately brushes away with her handkerchief. - „She ran away...“

♡Lee Know♡

A marriage of convenience was clearly not what you wanted... You and Minho were head over heels in love and both knew it perfectly well, but your parents decided otherwise, marrying you off to the rich son of the chairman of one of the biggest business companies in town.

And of course, Minho attended the wedding. He admired your beauty, but every time he looked at your sad face and at your fiancé, every muscle in his face tensed and his leg twitched nervously. Suddenly, as Minho scrambles up from his chair, the lights go out. The guests look around dumbfounded, and you are picked up and lifted into the air. You let out a frightened and strangled shriek, but Minho's voice and his caring hands force you to calm down.

- „It's me. I'm going to get you out of here. Now!“ - He gropes his way through the dark room. You hear in the crowd that your disappearance has already been discovered, but now you don't care anymore. You and Minho are already standing at the door and then the lights come on before Minho's loud voice echoes through the room.

- „Dear guests!“ - He begins, bowing. A sly and malicious smirk spreads across his face as he sees the guests' faces, either frightened or surprised. - „Since you didn't want to give her to me voluntarily, I took her away myself. Your bride is now mine!“

And with those words, you finally leave the altar and your wedding altogether.

As it turned out later, the lights in the hall were turned off by Jisung, who agreed to help Minho. They had been rehearsing this plan for days, so Minho already knew every exit from the building. Hopefully you'll be left to your chambers and now you'll be Minho's official bride.

♡Changbin♡

Changbin was not a proponent of the view that running away from a wedding of convenience was a good thing. On the contrary, he was of the opinion that it was foolish and unwise. Besides, you might have suffered not only morally and at the hands of your own parents or groom, but also because it was uncomfortable to move around in a long wedding dress, so you might have stumbled and fallen.

- „Changbin, help me.“ - You suddenly clutched onto his arm, pulling him away from the guests. Seo clapped his eyes in surprise, his mouth alternately opening and closing. You were quiet before you continued. - „I want to end this nightmare and leave the wedding. I don't want to be here. I don't want him to be my husband.“

Changbin pursed his lips as he looked around the hall guests. His eyes lingered on your fiancé, who was chatting sweetly about something with other ladies whom only he himself knew. Changbin sighed sadly, shaking his head and agreeing to your plan.

***

The stairs creaked as your foot touched another rung. Escaping from your own wedding through the spare staircase that stretched from the second to the first floor wasn't the best idea. The construction was not reliable and time dragged painfully slow as you made your way down. Changbin stood at the top of the small balcony, holding up the beginning of the stairs and looking back nervously to make sure no one would notice you. When your foot finally touched the hard ground, you smiled happily, cocking your head.

- „Are you down yet?“ - Changbin poked his head down, raising his eyebrows. You waved a hand at him before you smiled again, but with a grateful look.

- „Thank you“ - you nodded, glancing away. Your path now lay down a narrow little alleyway that ended with a dark lantern in the distance. - „I'll take it from here.“

Your whisper was no longer heard by Changbin. You picked up your long dress in your hands, rushing off, and Changbin returned to the wedding celebration hall as if nothing had happened. What really happened that night was known only by you, whom hardly anyone could find afterwards, and by Changbin, who diligently believed that you would still find your happiness and would surely make yourself known later.

♡Hyunjin♡

The whole irony of the situation was that you were the newlyweds. Hyunjin just didn't like the fact that there were too many extra people at your wedding who came uninvited, and besides, it was rather boring. You had planned to celebrate the wedding with your circle, you and him and your mutual friends and parents, but it all went wrong.

That's why people look at you strangely as Hyunjin pulls you forward by the hand, dragging you along with him. You laugh mischievously, the wind developing your wedding dress beautifully. You toss your wedding bouquet into the air, getting rid of it completely, for it flies right into the balcony in one of the apartment buildings. You don't know where you're going and you don't know what will happen after the guests discover the missing bride and groom, but you do know that you made the right choice.

- „You know, this happens to be the best day of my life!“ - Exclaims Hyunjin when you finally reach the end of the town. All that's left in front of you is a wide field, a forest, and a highway. You finally exhale with your chest full, spreading your arms out to meet the sun and the wind.

- „So do I. I've always wanted to get married to you, but running away from a wedding is a much better decision.“ - You smile, intertwining your fingers. Hyunjin smiles, too, picking you up in his arms and spinning you around like a real princess, giggling.

It was better than sitting in a stuffy room with a bunch of uninvited guests... At least the bride and groom were happy with each other and that's all that matters. You made the right choice, even if your family will judge the two of you for your sudden decision.

♡Han♡

Who would have thought an ordinary chauffeur would be an accomplice in your escape from your own wedding? Han Jisung had been personally hired by your fiancé to drive you to the wedding ceremony and to help the guests get to their homes afterwards. But since it was just you and him in the car and you were a little behind the entire wedding procession, you decided to pull a daring and ignorant stunt.

- „Could you please turn right at the next corner?“ - You were sitting in the back seat, which allowed you to wrap your fingers deftly around the driver's seat in front. Jisung's eyes widened, and he opened his mouth in surprise.

- „But if we turn right, we take a completely different route...“ - He muttered, staring at the navigator arrow that showed us to go straight.

- „I don't care. Just turn right, I'm not going to be at the damn wedding anyway.“ - You answer, rolling your eyes. Just as you reach the right turn, Han sharply turns the wheel, allowing you to leave the pandemonium of cars.

***

You pull over in the deep woods, making sure no one will look for you. The geolocation and internet were not working, so it is unlikely that anyone will need you for the next few hours. You get out of the car, stretching your swollen limbs from the long drive and holding your long dress so you don't trip and fall face first into the mud. Jisung gets out of the car, too, jumping right on the hood and dangling his feet.

- „Well, since we're so tied up in circumstances...“ - Han smiles awkwardly and smxenly, scratching his neck, and then holds out his hand to you, smiling sweetly. - „I'm Han Jisung.“

- „Nice to meet you, I'm Y/n. But to you the runaway bride from the wedding.“ - You giggle, shaking his hand.

It seems like running away from a wedding was the beginning of something more than a simple friendship. Besides, this night will be remembered by both of you for the rest of your lives, for you have never felt so much happiness and adrenaline in your blood.

♡Felix♡

You didn't know Felix until after your wedding. He turned out to be a friend of your fiancé, with whom you found very many topics in common, so at the moment you were disappearing with him on the balcony. There was a beautifully decorated decor around you, the wind developing your clothes and hair as you admired the sunset. Felix took a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, then put one between his lips and held out the rest of the pack to you.

- „Thank you, but I don't smoke.“ - You smiled, lowering your gaze. You seemed to be reacting to everything wrong, for you had known your already fiancé for years and it could even be considered a loving marriage, but you didn't think so. He wasn't someone you truly loved.

- „You know, I wish I could call off the wedding right now and just go home...“ - You sigh, leaning your face against your hands that rest on the railing. Felix hums, exhaling cigarette smoke.

- „It can be arranged.“ - He says in his bass voice, turning his head toward you. You've only known him for a few hours, but you can tell for a hundred percent that he looks adorable.

- „How?“ - You raise your head in surprise, a glimmer of hope in your eyes.

- „Let's elope from the wedding, shall we?“ - He grimaces, bringing his face a little closer to yours. You wrinkle your nose at the smell of smoke, but you crack a blissful grin and nod.

I don't think anyone was looking for you that day... Everyone knew the outcome of such a wedding and almost everyone saw how happy you were running away from the building, but no one dared to stop you. That day you fell in love for real and your true love, the one you are ready to marry and not run away from your own wedding, is Lee Felix, already a former friend of your ex-husband.

♡Seungmin♡

He didn't even plan to help you until you clung to his arm, frantically and tearfully asking him to get you out of that damn wedding. Seungmin was the childhood friend who introduced you to your husband.

Seungmin opened his mouth in mute surprise, looking around to make sure there were no extra ears or eyes around-all busy eating hors d'oeuvres and talking about the groom and the wedding decorations, all safely oblivious to your existence.

- „Just let me go, Seungmin.“ - You ask, tugging at his jacket sleeve. - „Cover for me, please.“

Seungmin sighs, then rubs the bridge of his nose and is silent for a few seconds. He looks back at the stage with the live music, showing one of them a finger held to his lips, to which he receives only a nod and a look from his watchful eyes. Seungmin takes a step to the side, gently grabbing your arm and pretending to dance with you.

- „You pretend to dance, then walk smoothly toward the back door.“ - He takes a step to the left, then defiantly tilts your body back so you can see the exit. You nod, filled with determination.

***

You only have time to sit in the backseat of the car and buckle up before Seungmin gives you a sharp gasp, causing the car to sprint forward, leaving only dark tire marks on the asphalt.

- „Don't even think about thanking me.“ - Seungmin says quietly, breaking the awkward silence between you. You look down, taking off your white lace wedding gloves, and then look up at Kim with a puzzled look.

- „Why?“

- „Because you asked me to do it yourself.“ - He explains, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. He looks at you through the rearview mirror, then corrects it. - „Besides, I introduced you to him myself, so it's my fault you're running away from your wedding.“

You smile. Even if Seungmin is grumpy, he still cares about you, so if he's asked if he witnessed you running away, Seungmin will say no, lying that he was in the bathroom at the time.

♡I.N♡

You and Jeongin had been a happy couple in love for a year, but your parents cared little. You were supposed to marry your mother's friend's son, whom you had seen at most once or twice in your life. And Jeongin was soon to leave to study at a university abroad. The two of you clearly did not like this election, for you were not given the right to choose, and you did not want to part with each other either.

Jeongin was not supposed to attend your wedding, because he had an airport flight from Korea in two hours. But he successfully persuaded your parents that he would only take one look at the wedding ceremony, congratulate you, and leave. But that wasn't the case. As soon as Jeongin saw your fiancé, he was ready to hit him right at the altar. He was jealous, he was angry, and he felt madly sorry for you because you were HIS first love.

You stood awkwardly near the altar, not knowing where to put your gaze, just to avoid looking at the guy you didn't know, who was now almost related to you. The priest beside you was quickly babbling something about love and health, and you were already slowly moving toward the vows, but suddenly Jeongin, who was sitting in the middle of the guests, stood up, raising his hands.

- „May I have your attention, please?“ - He coughed. Your fiancé's face stretched in surprise and anger, which only made Jeongin straighten his shoulders proudly and feel like a fish in water. - „Did you know that the bride doesn't even know this man? Do you know all WHAT he did to his last fiancée? Do you really want to wish such a terrible fate on this sweet, young and innocent girl?“

As Jeongin spoke, he walked slowly down the aisle. The guests began to whisper in surprise and consternation, and you finally smiled, taking a timid step toward Yang. «Now» flashed through your head.

- „But what did... What did he do?“ - The priest opened his mouth in surprise, splashing his hands. The groom was as silent as a fish on ice, his face contorted with anger and shame.

- „You will find out later. And now, dear Y/n, let me be your future husband.“

Jeongin gallantly extends his hand to you and you accept it. You both take off, flying out of the registry office like a bullet to fly with Jeongin to the other side of the world later. Your papers have long been prepared, your things have been packed and your most important plan has been fulfilled, so now you could feel free.

By the way, the story about your fiancé doing something was made up, Jeongin just made it up as he went along, but he very convincingly convinced the guests that the guy was a bad person. Everybody believed him...

#kpop #odiesbun #reactions #stray kids reactions #stray kids reaction #stray kids imagines #stray kids smut #stray kids #skz scenarios #skz smut #skz smau #skz #skz bang chan #bang chan #minho #lee know #changbin #hyunjin #han #han jisung #felix #seungmin #i. n #i.n #jeongin

[ayayabaroque]

Tears, Laughter, Sorrow.

corny, pero wla ako mapost e wla akong no choice last march pa 'to sa drafts CW: Angst? mostly none, corny writing, i hate writing esp since i cant think of anything good/this is why i dont post anymore ffs Spoilers for Lantern Rite '23, not sure if i mention anything but yk its just to be safe A/N: i love school, but i went from rank 1 to rank 3 and i absolutely hate everything and everyone im going to cry sorry for not posting anything recently(and ever), and as usual, English isn't my first language, so please don't have any high hopes for this piece. I might go back to completing the Slowly series but im not feeling well since i last went on here to write a serious fic Read utc!

*:･ﾟ✧ Zhongli *:･ﾟ✧ "Would you live to see Liyue's downfall, or always relive the one most painful moment you have felt in your lifetime?" You pause, thinking on an answer to your friend's question. "The latter. Liyue's downfall won't happen for another thousand years, I doubt that any of you would be attending my funeral any time soon." Your friend tears up at the thought. "Right... yeah probably right." "I'm kidding of course! An endless time loop would keep me stressed, I'd rather have you by my side." ... "I'm... relieved? Hey listen, it's getting late, you should be getting home. I'll see you tomorrow." It was unlikely for your friend to suggest to leave this early, but you don't mind, as long as you see them again tomorrow. Then again, it was too tiring to walk home just right now, maybe you could walk around the harbor, after all, you and your friend have been playing by the docks all day, without anything better to do. "I should be getting home back to Zhongli." you mutter. Although cold, the air in Liyue would always smell of various floral scents, specifically the Glaze Lily. You hated Glaze Lilies. There wasn't one word in the dictionary that could describe how much you loathe these cyan-petal, night-blooming lilies as much as you possibly could. Well, truth be told, you hated the person Zhongli associates with these blooms, and it drives you insane. Guizhong, Zhongli's late friend before the Archon War, used to be so close to him. He would return late from his ventures with his friend in tow that he forgets to come home to you every single time. You couldn't really argue with the reasoning he has, since he is more of your superior rather than a lover. It's been so long since he spent time with you without reminiscing about Guizhong, probably a little over your 429th birthday. Oh yeah, did I forget to mention you were old? The more Zhongli leaves you to mourn Guizhong's day of death on your day of birth, you resort to laughter every time he comes home instead. The false joy of seeing him return home after a mournful day which he marks Guizhong's passing, your laughter behind the façade you show for your lover. "How's Guizhong been? Any response yet?" you muse. "I prefer you not adding salt to my wound." "Oh yeah, you guys ended on rather good terms, it would be a shame if I were to slander her in front of her good friend." The statement always seems to make Zhongli seethe with fury, and it looks like he's had enough of your insults and remarks. "A true shame you did not get to know her, or were you busy burning away your lifetime serving false gods?" "You know well better than to bring my past stature into this conversation." It pains you to think about your past, when your parents sold you off to a minor god for wealth, leaving you to rot in the god's hands. "I'm tired, I do not wish to make this into a heated argument. Go to bed." ... "I honestly wish it was you instead of Guizhong, I miss her dearly." That was what made this memory painful, it was what made you cry in the eve, and sob in the morn. In the end, when you were asked the same question years ago, immortality seemed like a dream, now turned into a living nightmare. You only wish to awake from this horrible dream, again, and again, and again. "So... Would you live to see Liyue's downfall, or always relive the one most painful moment you have felt in your lifetime?" The question that would mark another day of the loop, spent in misery and sorrow. The days you've spent celebrating your birth over, and over again. "Happy 7,329th birthday, to me."

#ayayacantwrite #zhongli genshin impact #zhongli #genshin angst #zhongli x reader #genshin imagines #genshin impact #genshin #genshin x reader

[aubdrewanchel]

Ehrenfest: from a middle duchy to a republic ᶠᶠ (Dawnfall of Bibliophile part 1)

(This is just random ff on AoaB I wrote after two months of writing block. Easter eggs included. Enjoy!)

(English is not my first language)

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I laid my head on my desk. It fought back the sleepiness. I rubbed my eyes to keep them open and frowned at the sight of the study books in front of me.

Curse the Yurgenschmidt's emperor for establishing compulsory schooling.

The bell signaled the start of the last period for the day - history. I hated history with all my might. Don't get me wrong, I love myths and legends, but learning about all the kings, emperors and presidents made my head dizzy.

I listened to the teacher talking about one of Ehrenfest's greatest figures. She was talking about Lady Rozemyne, the so called Saint of Ehrenfest. She had a great impact on today's technology. The republic of Ehrenfest, in that time just a middle duchy Ehrenfest, was suffering from the last civil war.

Lady Rozemyne invented many things to help her people and overall raise the status of our duchy. The historians argue about many mysteries surrounding her. Some says she was born genius, other says she had alien civilization help her and give her the knowledge to build things like printing press. And there are many more bizarre theories like that.

People also like to talk about the legend of her being a saint or reincarnation of a goddess. Which I would love to believe, but apparently, those are only stories, since science proved no things like magic existed.

I wish I could live in a world with magic and mana.

The other interesting thing about her was that she came out of nowhere. She literally had no parents. When the archaeologist found her corpse and scientists studied her genetics, there was no match with anybody from her family. It was like she was born out of thin air.

Hehe... Try explaining this, science.

I smirked at the thought that there actually might have been some magic. Lady Rozemyne was great source of mysterious legends.

The class came to end with me still fantasising about world with cool magic and epic monsters.

I went straight to my grandparents' house. I live on the west part of the capital city New Eisenreich. It was built around the original city Eisenreich, which is now more of a historical monument than a livable place, with the Republic's government located in the former noble quarter and the duke's palace.

"I'm back, grandma." I took off my shoes and went to hug my grandma named Effa, which she told was name passed down for many and many generations.

"Finally it's Winday, I can now repose for the rest of the weekend." I yawned. I was excited to finish the book I started last Fireday.

"Come eat before you hole up in the library, Rozelle."

I obediently walked to the kitchen and served myself potatoffel salad and fried bird. The smell made my stomach growl. I prayed before digging in. I loved mayonnaise salads, especially the potatoffels ones, and soon enough my plate was all clean.

"You're so thin, Rozelle. You should eat more." My grandma clicked her tongue, clearly displeased. "I'm about to bake some apfelsige pies, so be sure to come down when they're ready."

I happily skipped to my grandparents' library. There were no windows, as not to damage all the books by direct sun light , so I needed a flash light to find the book I wanted. I found it in instant, since I already knew where was what book, and I took it to my room.

I gently placed it on the desk, as not to impair the cover. It was one of the oldest printed books and it was my father's family inheritance. When I was little, my grandfather would always read some of those old books for me before sleep. He said we shared blood with Lady Rozemyne who made them, and that was the reason for having so many old printed books.

As I said before, Lady Rozemyne had no genetic connection with the archduke's family or any other archnoble family, but she somehow shared ancestors with me. Which was another mystery to her life.

I carefully flipped thought the pages of the book. It was a storybook about legendary magic beasts, so-called feybeasts. This one was named goltze. My eyes scanned the text with so much joy. I fantasised about being a knight who fought his foes with magic.

"I'm ever so honoured to be chosen as your guard knight, milady. Hencefort I shall server you with all my skill and power."

I let out a sigh full of envy. I gently turned the page and kept reading. I was so absorbed in the story, that I haven't realised grandmother was calling for me. I closed the book and went to the kitchen once again. As soon as I opened the door, the sweet smell of apfelsige pie tickled my nose. I took a slice and immediately started eating.

Suddenly my grandma put a book infront of me. "I discovered this when cleaning my mother's old clothes chest. You can find it a place in the library." She smiled warmly.

I grabbed the book. "I sure will! What is it about anyways?" I carefully turned few pages. "Wait, it's not printed?! How did that even get here? Thanks 'ma."

I couldn't wait to read it. I sat next to the window, so I would have enough light, and I started. I was immediately out of words. It was about magic! Spells, body enchantments, prayers and divine blessings, magic tools and divine instruments, everything!

I devoured every letter. I carefully observed all the illustrations. When suddenly, a very familiar drawing appeared. It was a magic tool in the shape of a ring. I realised, I've already seen it somewhere. I took off the necklace my mom gave me for birthday. It was the same golden ring with a blue stone as the one I had on a stringed up on a twine, since it was too big to wear.

I run up to my grandma. "Grandma, where is this ring from?! I really need to know, it's super important."

"I'm not entirely sure. This might be from your mother's side of family, so you should ask Lutzy instead."

I hung my head sadly. That didn't help at all. "'Kay. I'll ask mom later."

I went back to reading. It was fun, sure, but I haven't got much actual information from it, since it was written in even older language, than in those printed books from Lady Rozemyne's era. The only piece of information I was able to decipher was that they we're used for controlling one's mana.

I reeeally hate how science tries to hide the existence of magic in our history. I'm pretty sure it was a real thing.

It took the ring off the twine. I rolled it in my hands, wondering just how big fingers had it's former owner. I would be able to fit two fingers in it, it not more. Out of curiosity I tried it on. It immediately shrunk in size and now fitted my finger perfectly.

"Waaah...! Whatta? Was that an actual magic?!" I suddenly felt very light headed. It was like my energy was sucked away. I took the ring off and the flow stopped.

I grinned. Just you wait fantasy world, I'm going for you!

(Word count: 1219)

#ascendance of a bookworm #honzuki no gekokujou #ascendance of bookworm #honzuki no gekokujō #Ascendance of a bookworm fan fiction #Ascendance of a bookworm ff #Ehrenfest #Einsreich #Rozemyne #Writing

[barbiebraganca]

HSHQTASK059: FAREWELL !

when did you join ? what made you join ? what do you remember from the plotlines that were current at the time ? where were you in life when you joined and where are you now ?

right at the beginning of 2016, around feb or march. i had just finished high school and took an off year to prepare for uni admission exams. i needed something to take my mind off studying for it and my friend julia suggested i joined her on tumblr rping. i had no idea what that was but she helped me through it and we joined another group together. at the time i also developed a bit of a thing for royals and made my character in that group an undercover norwegian royal, on some princess diaries bullshit. but looking up things for that group i decided to search norwegian royalty on tumblr and found the blog for a character in vik. olav if i'm not mistaken. i started stalking the group and got really interested in it and mentioned it to julia who told me she'd been here before and would join with me if i chose to so we brought barbie and biel. then the group closed and i completely gave up rping until one random day many months later i logged into tumblr again god knows why and there was a message from martha, she told me the group came back to life and i decided to rejoin. and here i am, haven't left since.

which characters have you written over the years ?

ffs, let me see if i can remember all of them: ayo, bruce, barbie, toni, leon, sergi, silje, ilija, zoey (silje's draft), pedro, noémïe (poor thing lasted 3 seconds), ionie. i feel like there's more, i just can't remember.

what is your favourite plotline that you've been part of ?

the zulu & the southern africa conflicts. even all of us applying together that day was such a moment, i loved every bit of it. i had so so much fun writing ayo even if he was one of those characters it is impossible to write filler threads with, i still felt so much joy when i got a notif that someone replied to him, even if the entire reply was someone hating on him hard.

what about other people's plotlines ?

it's impossible to pick one when you've been here from the start and have seen countless amazing ones but the english plot was truly a wonder, even the murder mystery event was fucking incredible. anything involving russia and the romanovs as well was so well thought and made so much sense when you put the pieces together you just can't help but love every bit.

who is your favourite character from the ones you've played ? why ? what made you love them ? what made them so fun to write ?

favourite to write i'd say ayo, for the same reasons i mentioned on the plotline question but if i had to choose only one to keep playing forever it would either be silje or ilija. i feel like those are versatile ones that i could go in different directions with if i'd wanted to. the one i had the most fun writing though was pedro for sure.

if you could relive a plotline, which would it be ?

the invasion in greece and i think everyone who was here for that would say the same thing. that was our most iconic event and for a reason, everyone put 150% into it and it worked out so so so so well we didn't even imagine the outcome it would have, we just wanted to traumatise everyone a bit but received the best event in hshq in return.

is there a plotline that you'd edit now if you could ?

i don't think there is, especially because i don't think i remember even half of them but even then everything was fun and a joy to write about so i probably wouldn't change anything.

what's a plotline you wish you would have been able to finish before closing or just write more of ?

the ones that never happened. e mentioned some of the things we planned and didn't happen on the timeline post but i assure you that's not even the beginning. at times we'd plan an entire year of events in advance and come up with a full story, reasoning, plot drops for it but when the time to have them came we forgot all about it and change everything to something we'd put together in 20 mins instead of the plans we spent days working on. even the cruise ship they were supposed to be stuck in was an idea we had so much fun coming up with and it didn't get to see the light of day.

what is your favourite ooc memory ?

every honesty hour chaos was such a fun time to be on the dash, or whenever something big would happen ic and there would be 100 ooc posts reacting to it on the dash and the jokes were the peak of comedy. but i'll always have a soft spot for the soletsky silent thread bc icb we actually had 40+ notes on that, it was priceless. the word lunch is stuck with me forever. AND that one time i got kicked out on this exact date a couple years back.

where can others find you if they want to get in touch ?

i won't delete the tumblr app from my phone just yet so if you want to send me a mssg, i'll be checking it every now and again. same with discord, i'm there under barbielandwired and we're not deleting the hshq server so we can still have that in case anybody wants to pop into the chat and catch up. i'll give you my socials too if anybody wants that, we're all friends here. i've known u lot for 8 years.

what else would you like to say ?

here.

#hshqtask059 #* ⠀ ⠀ 🐝 ⠀ ⠀ / ⠀ ⠀ viii.⠀ ⠀ 、 ⠀ task ⠀ ❫

[i-sveikata]

Hello, I just wanted to write that I re-read the last chapter again (I can’t stop) Your fanfic is what kept my mental health going (it was a really hard year) over the past year and I’m grateful for that 🥰But I was so immersed in this story, on  at the moment this is the only ff that I read on this fandom, and it should already be so (for more than a year now, it’s incredible)😊I like that the characters are so alive, the feelings are so vivid, and they are so intertwined with depth and important themes and also  with sex (Vegas's pov still haunts me, I'm really looking forward to reading some kind of sexual experience from his point of view, because he's just so bad for it, AND VERY HOT), but we know that he hides his  real emotions 👀I’m looking forward to how events will develop further, you are so talented 💘It’s so incredible that you can write such a beautiful, emotional story for FREE that will find such a response in many, I’ve been here for a year now and I’ll wait as long as you want to  enjoy this work and read how these two live their happy twisted life (and this is just my wish...in my head it’s a canon that they killed Korn, ehhh dreams)😈At the end I want to wish you health and send hugs 🫂 And if possible,  can I have a little spoiler about “Vegas will do something stupid, and Pete will do something even worse” I’m so interested 😭😭😭 But if not, then I’m okay with it and ready to wait further 💜 P.S. I’m not a native English speaker, I hope everyone is here  It's clear

oh hello there!!! oh my gosh that honestly means so much to hear that and im so happy it could offer something meaningful during the past year though i do hope this year treats you better!!

ahhhhhhh thank you so much!!! im so glad you think i brought it to life that way!! oh wow yes his pov is very much diving under the surface of what Pete has been interpreting this entire time. wow yes and if there is a sex scene in his pov you can bet its going to be deeply obsessed and unsettling whilst we hear how he experiences that from his pov and how it all makes him feel. like dude high key wants to climb inside petes body and live there permanently there will be no normal internal thoughts whilst theyre having sex haha.

youre so right he does hide way too much!!! and were going to be seeing a lot of that the more we have his POV. ah thank you thank you!! its honestly been so amazing that its resonated with people this much and the experience has been so rewarding!! ah thank you youre too sweet!

omg yeah they should murder korn what an idea. thank you!!! sending you good health and hugs too!!!

oh sure!! well basically its going to revolve around pete finally deciding that he wants to bottom but when he tries to bring that up in his usual halting, beating around the bush kind of way vegas just ends up putting his mouth in it. but like in the most extreme, worst way possible. badly enough that pete makes his own petty, spiteful plan instead and decides to go elsewhere, knowing that it will set vegas off in the worst way but hes angry enough to try and rub that in vegas' face.

except- well it backfires and then the both of them are really into it and they both end up getting exactly what they wanted in the end anyway.

hope thats enough of a spoiler hint!

your english is great!!! and its very clear and easy to understand!! honestly so impressed with people who know more than one language and who talk to people in that other language!! like ur brain???? its so powerful!!!

hope you have a nice night!!

#fic asks #ill fill the graveyards until i have you #spoilers

[ctrsara]

Author question tag game thing

Thanks for the tag, @waitingondaisies!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

- 76

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

- 619,841

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I've only written for Marvel, and most specifically Irondad. I'm curious to see if that will change at some point.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Emergency Contacts 1684 words

Cutting Remarks 5754 words

Better Than I Was 1969 words

Sick Day Shouldas 2631 words

Outside Insights 3201 words (All of these are from my Strands in the Rope series!)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try really hard to respond to almost every comment. But I'm slow sometimes.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Pretty sure none of my fics are angsty at the end. But there's a lot still up in the air in Visiting Hours and it's not a real fix-it. Mostly just some comfort after a bunch of bad (thanks, Marvel) stuff.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Um, they pretty much all have happy endings. But maybe From the Same Star, or its sequel, Cracks in the Soul.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

No? Not yet? But a few people who have disagreed with things, or pointed some weaknesses out, which is fine.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I do not.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

They don't usually appeal to me.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I know of.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not completely

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Maybe Spock and Uhura (from the reboot)? Or honestly, Peter and Hallie from my soulmate stories. I'm a little more into found family than romance right now, but I still enjoy it.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

The AU of my AU. I started writing it because I was so curious about it, but I don't know if I'll ever post it or not, and if I never post it, I won't have any perceived pressure to help me finish it. ADHD (for me) means

16. What are your writing strengths?

Communication and characterization? I've had some good look with my OC's so far, and people (including me) have really liked them, so that's fun.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Brevity, action scenes, favoring best-outcomes instead of realism, plot in general.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

It's rough. I'll do short phrases in Italian (and I've been studying it in duolingo for like 5 months now, just because I wish I was better at it) but I usually opt to write it out in English and delineate that they're speaking something else.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Marvel

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

How could I possibly choose? Several are favorites for different reasons. I feel like I just want to cheat here and say Strands in the Rope. If it wasn't split into different stories, it'd just be a 180k story... (encompassing like 2 years)

I tag @itsmechara426, @celestialseawitch-ff, @niniblack, @jadeys-world, @grumperella, @fotibrit, @katinamoon

#tag game #authors are the best

[aibidil]

Hi there!

I'm fairly new to this whole airing out fanfic-obsession on social media (last time I was this much into ff reading was ten years ago, so not much going on with sharing and commenting at the spur of the moment), so I hope it's okay to message you here.

I've just begun reading Alyways Already. And I'm so in love with your writing style. It's so sophisticated, I love reading all those special words. I'm not a native English speaker, but I do like the language a lot. So I appreciate the variety of words. There are so many words you don't usually find in fics. It's heaven - for me! Well, and of course it also fits Draco's character perfectly.

In Always Already I also very much liked the excursion into Biology with Luna's Circle. I was always fascinated by how much Epigenetics impacts and turns around what was believed to be solely in your DNA. But I digress.

Let me come to the main point, why I'm writing now and not just commenting on ao3 after having read the whole thing (as that's my MO) - Nettles is a fantastic character and I enjoyed him tremendously so far. The charm on the employees is such a cool touch, as I also value using non-gendered language. So important to be open minded about that and teaching the kids the right things.

But, in one of his speeches, Nettles says both 'mother' and 'father' (the former in terms of no fornication, I believe). In the next chapter Harry thinks about the speech charm and changes mother hen to parent chicken in his mind. Is there something I missed about the change/not-change of mother and father?

So far, I've only read one other fic from you, When Times are Dire. And I loved that one so much, gave me all the fuzzy feelings about these two. <3 drarry

And Scorpius and Al in that one, so cute. Such a strong relationship!

I adore your work and I hope you'll still enjoy writing for many many years to come!

Best wishes from Germany

Insa

Thank you so much for this delightful comment—it’s so motivating to hear how people react to my writing!

I love hearing from readers that they enjoy my vocabulary, mostly because using a wide array of words isn't something I set out to do. In fact, I used to tell my students to stop using so many "big words," to not use a big word when a little one would do, because they ended up obscuring their point and sounding ridiculous! That said, I love words (like you do), and I try to use the word that best fits the need.

I'm so glad you enjoyed Nettles! He's definitely my favorite OC :)

Now that I think about it, I imagine it's hard to fully understand that gender neutrality charm if you're not a native English speaker, because most other languages are so inherently gendered (so much more than English!)

Harry idly speculated that "mother hen" would be changed by the charm to "parent chicken" for no reason other than that the charm is set to degender language, and "mother" is gendered.

That said, your point is an interesting one because "mother" is a word I'd argue could still be spoken in the Department of Mysteries in 2004, but only when the speaker's meaning relies on that gender (assuming the charm was smart enough to differentiate between those different scenarios). For example, if someone tried to vaguely tell a group to "ask your mother," that would be a good case for the charm to change to "ask your parent," because that's 1) more inclusive (not everyone has a mother), and 2) doesn't assume that only mothers should have the burden of being asked for whatever. On the other hand, if a person said, "I am a mother," it would be definitely be inappropriate for the charm to change that to "parent." So when Nettles is referring specifically to their mothers and fathers, the charm doesn't change the word, because that would be inappropriate.

At the risk of overintellectualizing a silly comedic plot device, this gets to the crux of why the degendering charm is actually super complicated. Someone with good intentions to improve office culture wanted to stop people from misgendering and unnecessarily gendering people in the department. I would argue this is a legitimate problem in English-speaking workplaces. It's very common for work emails to be addressed "Hey guys," for example (English speakers would argue they use "hey guys" in a gender-neutral way, and I do this too, but I'd argue that it isn't appropriate when you're in a position of authority and don't know if your subordinates are comfortable being under the heading of "guys"). So the charm is designed to fix that. But then it has the unintended effect of changing words that arguably shouldn't be changed, like the idiomatic "mother hen" or "bad boy."

This very issue comes up all over the place! When I was in grad school I studied feminist theory involving mothers—not parenthood but mothers specifically, as in, involving childbirth and the parent experience related to bodies with a uterus and breasts. But men and non-binary people give birth, too! Which means we should stop saying, for example, "mothers-to-be" and instead say "pregnant people," because it's more accurate and more inclusive. But then if I'm writing a paper, or if a person in a birth clinic is writing a website, does that mean it's not okay to use the word "mother" at all? Many women who identify strongly with the word "mother" feel (and let's be clear - this feeling is morally neutral, at least so long as it's only a feeling) a sense of loss at the erasure of the word "mother" from the experience. Especially because mothers have so often been screwed by society/capitalism precisely because our experience of parenthood is a gendered one as mothers. So then you can see how we are now catapulted to the center of the terf discourse! One side saying we need to be inclusive and the other side saying that that inclusivity constitutes erasure.

It's interesting, too, because there are times I'd argue the use of the gender-neutral "parent" actually operates to muddy the discourse. Imagine you were talking about something like the time burden of organizing a child's extracurriculars. There's nothing about that task that is related to having a uterus or to being feminine, so it's a case where it wouldn't make sense to use the word "mother," right? But!!! We know that this type of thankless task is almost always done by mothers, not by a vague "parent", and is one of the invisible tasks that makes the institution of motherhood (as opposed to parenthood) so oppressive and problematic. This is a case where I always choose to use the word "parent," but I note when it is something that falls unequally on women. So I might say "Arranging extracurriculars takes a lot of time for parents, and this is a task that falls mostly on women."

Here's another example: parental leave. “Parental leave” is the gender-neutral version of (or an umbrella term for) maternity and paternity leave. So we might think someone who cares about gender equality should want to get rid of maternity/paternity leave and replace it with parental leave. However! We have LOTS of data showing that, when men take parental leave, they don’t take on primary caregiving of the new baby. We have data on the way that parental leave is used by men and women in academia, and when men take parental leave from academia they use their parental leave to catch up on work, coming back ahead of where they would’ve been if they hadn’t taken leave. Women academics who take leave, on the other hand, get NO work done, and come back scrambling. So parental leave as used by cis men has the function of further entrenching gender inequality! (There are a lot of ways to address this, but one way is to make sure these men actually are doing the caregiving.) Does this mean we need to use gendered language and concepts when talking about parental leave, excluding trans and non-binary parents? No. But it does mean that a simple replacement of nongendered for gendered language is far from a solution, and probably even more of a problem.

I don't know what the answer is, but I think it would be a mistake to discount either side of this debate when it comes to the use of the word "mother." I wrote my dissertation in 2014-2015, and use the word "mother" throughout with a footnote disclaimer that men and non-binary people also give birth, but that I would use "mother" for simplicity since I was talking about the effects of gendered society on mother's lives. (I also had a section specifically focused on the trans experience, so I don't think anyone reading would think I'd completely ignored trans child-bearing parents.) I remember at the time being viscerally attached to the concept of motherhood and not wanting to use any other language. Today, I'd make a different choice, I think. I don't know what, exactly, because I don't think I'd want to never use the word "mother,” either. I don't know!

You definitely didn't ask for this deep dive into the theory of gendered language and of attempts to degender it. 😅 And I know all of this is even trickier in languages that are more inherently gendered than English. But all of this is to say, I think a charm like the one on the Department of Mysteries in Always Already would definitely make errors, because there are too many contingencies for a charm to take into account (unless magic is far more powerful than I generally assume). And more to the point, I don't think this is something a charm (or, in our world, a single set of rules programmed into computer code or solved by ChatGPT) could solve - because it's something we need to debate and discuss. We need to be open to there being no single, simple answer. And that's something that neither charms, programs, nor AI can ever be in charge of.

#asks #always already #gendered language #in which i write a discursus to answer a Tumblr ask #this is incidentally an example of the kind of nuanced discussion about gender that I think is necessary #and also has been stifled by jkr/terf hijacking of the narrative #which is to say that I will delete any comment that comes in on the attack and unwilling to have a nuanced discussion #because JKR/terf nonsense can’t be allowed to dominate our public dialogue

[taegularities]

ive just finished reading a book that shattered my heart into infinite pieces and i am not even joking a bit. i knew that the book was as good once i started crying and tears never stopped. i think 70% of that book was me crying. now i have swollen eyelids lol. i never cried so much over something since i watched Hachiko the movie. like real sob, sounds coming out from my mouth, the real hurting package thing :(

now i need another book as beautiful as this one. and i don’t think i would recovered from this one yet. she even mentionned one direction’s songs to describe the relationship between the two mc. i am fucking torn. oh btw the book is « a thousand boy kisses » by Tillie Cole. have you ever heard about it?

have you any recommendations? also i am debating myself to buy a kindle. although i do like the idea of paper book, idk. i spend most of my nights reading ff to be honest but since last month i can’t find any that is why i switch back to « real » book again. although i think i missed a lot of your series too i have to read them.

that made me think, is there any books that made you to start writing? how did you find telling yourself that you wanted to write? would you considered it as an hobbie or a passion? pardon me if you had already answered those questions in the past too. in that book i’ve read, author was talking a lot about passion and made me realize that besides piano - i am unfortunately not really into it anymore - i don’t have any. like isn’t it beautiful to say that we had something to hold on, to escape? i miss that..

i talked a lot today lol i am so sorry. oh and if any of your followers as any book recommandations (not ff too), i take!!! 🤎

oh gosh, babe.. have you recovered from it yet? i know that feeling so well. some stories just stay with us and are hard, if not impossible to forget. i know it hurts, but i'm also glad you found a book you could enjoy the way you did. i haven't heard of it, by the way! but just googled it, and it sounds beautiful. soulmate au :(

i wish i could rec stories, but i think it's genuinely been years since i read a proper book. i know 'me before you' and its sequel made me cry :') definitely get that kindle if you've been reading a lot these days! i do prefer paperback, too, but i get the appeal of an e-book.

yeah, honestly, that's gonna sound extremely mainstream, but books that made me write were john green's stories, the novel 'every day' by david levithan and (okay, don't laugh pls lol), but ed sheeran's songs. there's beauty in all those – a lot of talk of love and the stars, of soft and sweet things. which is probably why my writing ended up the way it is today? but i've always written tbh… i enjoyed reading and at some point, i started a random ass story back when i was 13 or so (it was horrible) and then wrote my first stuff in english when i started this blog. i wanted to try it out. play with words, see if i'm any good at it? and yeah, now i'm kinda in love with it and trying to be better every day <3 so i'd say it's both a hobby and a passion. truly an activity i enjoy the most.

it's beautiful to have something like this, true. i hope you find your passion, too <3 and tbh, i'm so grateful you asked all that? bc i love talking about these things.. like what, you're actually interested in me and getting to know me?? i'll blush lol :') love you <3

#some rid lore lol #if anyone's got recs let axelle know!!!! #also you missed some of my series? wait which one :O you've been reading cmi as far as i recall!! #notes for rid 🌹 #axelle <3

[yutaholic]

ITS 6 AM AND I JUST FINISHED READING SMASHING THE SIX AND IM FUCKING SCREAMING AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH THERE’S NO WORDS TO DESCRIBE HOW I TRULY FEEL WITH YOUR WRITING, THE SERIES AS A WHOLE AND THE ENDING? THE FUCKING ENDING? OMG I NEED TO SCREAM SO BAD RIGHT NOW BUT I CANT

no but seriously i don’t usually read any nct ff aside from hyuck and sometimes jeno/jaemin/mark so i started reading the haechan one but it couldn’t understand anything so i was about to move on and forget about it but it was so well written (thank god i didn’t read it entirely then cause i didn’t want to spoil myself) so i said fuck it i’m gonna read the whole series and i don’t regret it! it was such an emotional roller coaster (i almost cried with yuta’s story) i swear i won’t be able to move on !!!! i wish i could say a lot more but i’m super tired and sleepy rn + english is not my first language (sorry if i made a mistake writing this) but i loved your writing so much that i felt i had to let you know how amazing of a writer you are!! thank you for giving us so much of your time with this series (all of your works honestly), please take care i will root for you and your future works<3

p.s: if you’re okay with it please write more for haechan 🥹

Thank you so much!! Omg I feel bad that you jumped right into Haechan’s chapter I’m sure it was hella confusing lol but on the bright side you read the whole series! I’m so happy you liked it! I have plans to write more for Haechan. He will have his own chapter in my next series Beast Mode and I’m playing with ideas for his own oneshot.

Also I’m imposing a new rule on this blog that no one is allowed to apologize for their English. Your English is perfect, but even if it wasn’t there is no reason for you to apologize to anyone for it. Second languages are hard (I’m relearning Spanish so believe me I get it lol) but you’re doing great ❤️

[floareadeaur]

we need more fanfics with ferid. your writings are so beautiful, you can actually capture their feelings accurately (I'm talking about your oc and Ferid). i hope you won't leave this platform again because very few people can have this talent to write so beautifully (and first of all, to understand the ons universe and Ferid especially).

Hello!

This message made my day in a way. Thank you very much, I say it with all my heart.

But what made you write it? I am honestly curious. What made you feel like I would leave this platform? I sense some concern in your message. If you want to talk about it, please write me.

As for your request so beautifully said, honestly I have not felt the need to write in English very much recently.

In my native language I have written several dozen sketches in the last few weeks, but I still have not had that time to write as I would like. It is true that the type of works I aim for and that represent me require a lot of time and patience.

But that is why I did not post "more" in this aspect here either.

Plus I had this realization that I prefer a "more private relationship" with the author's writings and my ideas. I mean, I can neither write in the 'x reader' format, nor publish any type of fanfics very often, because I feel that I am becoming a kind of 'brand' this way. I know, it sounds weird, and I do not pretend anyone to understand my little drama here.

The point is that I need to write extremely authentically and organically what I feel about OnS and Ferid. And I want to give everything to develop the version I worked on with my original character, and write Ferid as authentically and humanly as possible. That takes time and listening a lot to what I feel like doing at a given moment.

What is certain is that I love to canonically analyze the story, Ferid, and that will not change. I love sharing insights here. I feel it is an honorable way to express the gratitude I feel for the author who created this wonderful story.

Although, honestly, sometimes the feedback here is so non-existent. For this very reason, perhaps, I prefer to write only when and what I feel. I will probably be more like a researcher presenting her "studies" (canonical analyses) in a corner of the internet. (I already am like this )

Otherwise, thank you very much. As I said, the feedback is almost zero here, in general. You do not know how much your words mean about my writings. I am aware that I have an ability to realistically paint the emotions of the characters, and that I understand quite well what I write (OnS universe, Ferid), but to hear this from someone else, it feels very good because that is my goal.

I love OnS, Ferid, Takaya Kagami's work and my desire is not just to fantasize some ideas, but to manage to keep the author's original message in which I find myself very much. And if it feels that way for someone else, I can only be happy.

Thanks again.

Especially, I have only posted one ff writing so far. And if even so I could make you feel something, I am glad.

I am not going to disappear from here. Honestly, nothing in this fandom can bother me now. I am at the point where I love and admire the canon material so much that I just want to enjoy this wonderful story. I am really not looking to prove anything, to convince anyone, not at all. I feel that the canon material is self-explanatory enough that anyone who really wants to understand OnS can do so.

I just want to enjoy this wonderful work. And I am always happy when I find other people who want the same thing, just like you!

Thank you very much, I say it again. I promise to post ffs as I feel like it. I know there is a huge lack of fanfic writings for Ferid, but I think the way we really appreciate him (even if we are few) makes up for it.

I wish you a very good day and you can always write in my inbox! You and anyone else who loves this story as much as I do!

#ferid bathory #owari no seraph #seraph of the end #ons #sote

[meowkanchi]

why is it so hard to choose between me and HIM?

[𝟏𝟎:𝟎𝟎 𝖕.𝖒]*ೃ༄ ⬅️started writing that at.

✰ words count:2189*ೃ༄

✰ Ao'nung x Na'vi!FEM!Y/n or??? Neteyam x Na'vi!FEM!Y/n *ೃ༄

✰ Purple - Author/explaining, what's happening

✰ Pink - Dialogues

✰ ye, another ff, not w Quaritch because in this ff y/n is minor so minors w minors lol. *ೃ༄

✰ warning English isn't my first language, sorry for mistakes and cringe🫶🏼.*ೃ༄

✰ So yes, I didn't continued my last ff that didn't get much attention, and because I had problem with Tumblr so, yeyyeye bye.*ೃ༄

✰ Since kids, you were with the Sully's , all of you were getting along, Spider as well. During the war, your parents got killed, so the Sully's "adopted" you, since kids you were closer to Neteyam more than everyone, even thought you were really close w everyone, your and Neteyam's friendship was unique. You always helped each other, hanging out together and stuff. Until one day came. You, Neteyam, Kiri and the other were casually playing, walking, hanging out around, and everyone was having fun, you suddenly disappeared, weird that Neteyam didn't pay attention to you, he always do that. While Sully's were having fun, Quaritch and his team got you, they closed your mouth so you couldn't scream, surprisingly they didn't made any noice and got you, you felt betrayed, because usually Neteyam would watch you doing no dangerous, safe stuff. You didn't even tried to scream tho, when they get you in some white "room" or more like jail, because it was so unreal and too bright. You were with you eyes half closed, because light was too bright lol. Quaritch walked in the room, you glared at him, he sat beside you. "do I have to explain why're you here?" Quaritch said. "damn..obviously, yes...weirdo" you said, looking at him like a full idiot, he chuckled, and obv explained. I think it's easy to get what did he want, a way to kill Jake, he knew you won't let him do it, so he wanted you to teach him some Na'vi stuff and language. "I'll free you once you'll help me, deal?" Miles was waiting for your response, you nodded, because you were exhausted from today already. You didn't start doing anything today, you were just sitting there, you thought "I wonder, what they're doing right now, are they even know that I'm missing?" You fell asleep in a short time.

[I'll start from the time when they got Y/N]✰🤟🏻

Everyone were laughing having fun, until Kiri said "Hey guys, where's Y/N, Neteyam, you saw her?" Neteyam looked at Kiri showing that he has no idea, everyone looked at each other, and looked at Neteyam "Neteyam, aren't you always with Y/N, always watching her? What's the matter?" Lo'ak said with judgement. Everyone understood, you disappeared, all of them ran to Jake and Neytiri and told them the situation. Jake was mad, he understood what's going on "Neytiri, Y/N with Quaritch." Neytiri looked at Jake with wide opened eyes, Neteyam and other overheard, they were panicking about you getting hurt. "My Jake, we have to get her, before he does something to her." both of them started quickly doing something. "Guys, I can't believe he got Y/N, I wish we payed attention to her." Spider said, everyone nodded with agreement, they were all mad, they wanted to kill Quaritch.

✰ this is part 1, I wish I could continue to make this one full fanfiction, but Tumblr don't want me to do it this way, because of errors, honestly they've been pissing me off, nonsense, anyways, hope y'all like first part, lemme know if I should give another part 🫶🏼 *ೃ༄

[nomenomens]

About me

Hello!

It's my first time writing something here and since I want to try to publish a story I'm writing (it's not properly a ff, but something close enough), I'm just doing some trials here and there.

In case I understand how this works, here are some random info about me:

I'm not actually a native english speaker, please tell me if what I say doesn't make sense at all;

I'm in my twenties;

I'm an art/history/literature enthusiast;

recently I've fallen in love with the manga/anime universe (always liked it, but only a year ago I started to become addicted, I'm still recuperating some classics while navigating through new releases)

I feel way too old to be here and publish the silly things I'm writing BUT I'm only finding the nerve to do so now, so here I am;

I wish I could play an instrument because music is really important to me but, unfortunately, I can't;

I love taking photos, dogs, cats and chocolate;

I'm learning to read tarots;

Period drama lover;

ISFJ-T, Sun is Cancer with Rising Taurus and Gemini Moon.

All right, I guess for now I have said enough. Maybe if someone reaches out to me I'll share other informations, even if I am actually reserved. On this account, I will only post and talk about the story I was talking before (I'm going to create a Masterlist soon), I won't share my other account for now, maybe somewhere along the way.

Thanks for reading this! Have a good day!

[yume-tsuki]

#uquiz #mhh yes #now I wished that I could write all my ffs in english~ #>-> what will never happen~

[uelden]

Vanity Fair interview translated

Just a side note before the actual translation; I don't know why, but instead of reporting the full questions and answers in full as she should, the journalist decided to report only summarized fragments of what Måneskin said and patch these fragments up into messy clusters. She also worded a couple phrases in a very confusing way (and yes, she's fully Italian). In short, she did quite a poor job, so the final shape of the interview is not that good. I didn't expect top-tier journalism from Vanity Fair but ffs. You'll see what I mean.

I translated it as it is, adding just a couple footnotes to give you insight on Italian pop culture references.

Translation under the cut

Måneskin: "Different from whom?"

by Lavinia Farnese, 09 June 2021

"True justice is being judged for what you do and not for what you are." The ones who are convinced of this are Damiano, Victoria, Ethan and Thomas who, by being the emblem of a generation that is finally free, refuse labels and conformism. In life, in love and on the stage. Where, maybe precisely because of this, they're winning everything

With the still unexpected (first place at Sanremo Festival) and the incredible (triumph at Eurovision) in their eyes, Måneskin are on the sofa of the house-studio they rented - to resume writing songs and rehearsing them - like you are after a won battle: lying in a calm and unreal silence, alert and a bit irreverent, happy.

In the garden there's the tennis table and the pool, the light of summer when it's starting and calming the country all around, and it filters inside from the large windows, and it goes onto the shining black of Ethan's hair, which blends with Thomas' eye shadow and the butterfly he has tattooed oh his naked forearm, which completes the picture of Victoria's golden crucifix hanging between neck and tank top and ends on the black nail polish of Damiano's stretched hands.

It's a human fresco, a Theatre of wrath [translator's note: "Teatro d'ira"] - to call it with the title of their latest album, a platinum record already - where their flaunted 20 years of age, their irregular femininity and virility are grown into proud and challenging custom, a pop glam rock generational manifesto of hard-earned liberties in a finally-unconditional expression of the self.

To watch them from any angle and from another age is to think that a great love will be born in those who'll understand: this new way of being in the world, the true and sovereign realm they hold where "diversity=exceptionality", the power of the artistic and cultural revolution of which they are healthy carriers in establishing in all lyrics and gestures the right to live according to one's own nature past the "people (who) talk, the people (who) unfortunately talk, and don't know what the fuck they're talking about." [tn: "Zitti e buoni" lyrics]

We go where we're afloat, where the air isn't gone. [tn: journalist's own variation on "Zitti e buoni" lyrics]

Miley Cyrus says hi – The numbers of a phenomenon

"The streams of Zitti e buoni are growing by the second, and they bring us above Muse, at the top of English charts, twelfth in the Spotify Global Chart. Followers almost tripled, in the post-Rotterdam period (from 1,4 to 3,3 millions, ed.) Contagious and universal folly: t-shirts and merchandising sold out in 10 minutes. Like the records, the tickets for a tour that keeps adding dates and expanding over geographic maps. They're contacting us even from some festivals were The Rolling Stones went." Thomas

"After the pretextual controversy over cocaine that France built against us, later disproven by my drug test, some graffiti popped up in Spain depicting me as a “No drugs” poster guy. Some tweets made us laugh: "Congratulations, Italy! I've never been more certain that four people have had sex with each other." Miley Cyrus started following us -You're great. -You guys are greater." Damiano

From the garage to the stars – Story of a flight

"It was only 2016, and we played in restaurants, in the streets, in via del Corso. Damiano without even a microphone, Thomas' guitar with wonky strings, Ethan was drumming on a cajón. During Rome highschools' sit-ins (Kennedy, Virgilio, Mamiani) we had our first confirmations and half-hours of celebrity, playing among those who criticized us and those who went "wow they're really cool." One of the rare times when they would have paid us – 50 euros each – we gave the money to the next band in the lineup so that they would make us play in their spot, later in the day, when there would have been more people. We had already realized how things worked. Visibility mattered more than money. And we still think that." Victoria

The intimacy of rock – Choice of a genre

"Music allows us the miracle of extending to others some very personal and private topics, sometimes even difficult and thorny ones. They are and they remain deeply your own, but at the same time they become a confession that reaches a wider audience, and in this passage that is alike a delivery, they find a place in you as well, a processing of them. You overcome them, you accept them. One second it's something aggressive, the next it's a ballad. Cathartic». Damiano

Against panic – The stage as therapy

"I've suffered a lot from anxiety and panic attacks, it's an issue I've worked on thanks to a psychotherapy course, my friends and my family. Playing helped me in not letting myself be paralyzed by my fears, not making myself limited in my private and professional life. I've learned to accept, to live with this side of myself. I don't hide it. I don't feel ashamed of it." Victoria

Analysis as necessity – Relying on someone saves you

"This belief that only madmen go to the psychologist is a widespread ignorance. No-one's born learned. [tn: common Italian saying] And it's often hard to understand the very reason why we're here, let alone the origin and direction of our desires. It's a long and legitimate journey towards lucidity, a kind of backing to become transparent." Damiano

Being out of our minds – But different from them [tn: "Zitti e buoni" lyrics]

"When you feel a strong passion towards something that is not a canonical job but an artistic language, that already puts you on a level of anomaly, which is not superior or inferior to other people, but it puts you in the position of the one who breaks the mold and also works at a loss, the one who sustains great risks while trying to do something that who knows if it will take you anywhere. "Why do it if it doesn't pay?". You want to give this dream of yours an aesthetic, but it becomes "You're dressing so weird! You must be gay!" - now that I'm 22 I laugh about it, but when I was 17 it had an effect on me, too." Damiano

The beauty of uniqueness – Of believing in it and defending it

"And I mean, at the end of the day if we're all different it's not because we want be alternative but because, really, no-one is the same. Justice is being judged on what you do and not what you are. Justice is equality, respect, beauty." Ethan

Fluid sexuality – Pride is freedom

"Heels for men that like themselves in them, kisses among ourselves, we have an open, extended mind, and we're proud of it. The horizons become vast, past the oppression of conservative families. With the information on the web knowledge becomes greater and with it the possibility that minorities will be less and less minorities, because the majority will be less of a majority. This way we'll make insults and bullying grow quieter. If social media get to a village of 50 souls and reveal to a girl who's afraid of the dark that someone has felt her same fear, then there's no reason to give a name to that fear, to mark it with labels which also limit and restrict. Definitions always had this effect on me. You shouldn't even consider the gender when judging someone, let alone their orientation." Victoria

Sexism – A culture to be dismantled

"Emma [tn: Emma Marrone, Italian singer] drops the bomb: “At Eurovision when I was there they massacred me for a pair of shorts, while they said nothing to Damiano – bare-chested and in heels.” The easy judgment against women is more fierce, constant, debasing (if I have a lot of sex I'm cool while Vic is a whore, where I show myself strong I'm a leader while Vic is despotic and a pain in the ass who reached success because she's hot.) As a male I'm privileged, the abuse I get is not comparable to those a woman has to live through, the comments over my aesthetic are centered only on my aesthetic and don't insinuate anything about my professionalism and my competence, while women are victims of this kind of thought in a systematic way. It happened though to find myself standing with a woman who while pulling me to herself to take a selfie, started licking my face out of the blue... I mean, what the hell do you want? Who asked you? Consent exists, and it's due." Damiano

Grow yourself – The only commandment

"To me conformism is the opposite of education [tn: could also mean "politeness"] and is the asphyxia of expression. I fortunately never endured heavy bullying, heavy enough for the the judgement of others to change me. But the mold of the small crumbs of bullying I got and of the kind of aggression that scars is the same. If I'm a kid who dances and likes dolls you have to let me do what I like. I was a kid who wanted to keep his hair long and played with Barbie. As a teen, my friends looked at my hair: " You have to find a girl with short hair to be at your side." My grandparents took away my dolls: "Stop it, they're not for you." Ethan

"When I was six I was already sick of them, the distinctions between masculine and feminine. I've always had strong ideas about how I wanted to be. I refused things that were typically defined as girly, and all around me they mocked me because I went skateboarding, I played soccer, I didn't wear skirts, I was giving myself the chance to be as I wished. I endured it a little, I suffered a little, but I had courage, and now thanks to that courage I know that I could have gotten even much more hurt, otherwise I would have left to others the most important choice: the one about myself." Victoria

Love in progress – Music, girlfriends

"I've been married to music for the last 20 years. I can't wait to celebrate our golden wedding anniversary." Ethan

"Everyone makes their own experiences, sometimes it goes well, sometimes it goes wrong, but it's always not anybody's business." Thomas

"When I first felt feelings and attraction towards a girl it was a bit disorienting because I had never had the courage of going beyond the limitations I had put for myself. For society being heterosexual is the norm and so you often define yourself in that way automatically, depriving yourself of the freedom to live many shades and faces of love. Once I overcame the initial insecurity of having to call into question my certainties I've lived my sexuality in a very natural and free way, as it should be for everyone." Victoria

"I had paparazzi at my door every day and night. So, after four years of relationship, I revealed her name. I still have paparazzi at my door every day and nigh, but at least I don't have to hide anything anymore." Damiano

The worth of the group – Phenomenology of protection

"The true engagement though, the true family is among ourselves, our band. We've believed in it since day zero, even before we called ourselves Måneskin (Moonlight in Danish), even before Ethan drew a giant moon on the flier for the first concert we ever did. We share everything, even the pain for the tragedy of Seid Visin, who committed suicide at 20 because of racism. [tn: I think the journalist asked them their opinion about Seid Visin's death, which was a current events topic in Italy, and then pasted it syntaxically in the middle of Thomas' answer, which was not a great move] A group is what we all should be: stay united and not back down an inch in the face of oppression that is generated by a distorted view of diversity." Thomas

I'm not of the right age – Like Gigliola [tn: Gigliola Cinquetti won Eurovision with her song "Non ho l'età", which means "I'm not of the right age"]

"Before you the only one who won both Sanremo and Eurovision on the same year was Cinquetti (1964). If there's anything I feel I'm not of the right age for? No, honestly no. Maybe having children. Regarding children I'll be honest: I'm not of the right age." Damiano

Having touched the sky – The fears that remain

"We're more than inside the dream, we're in the conquered dream. When you fly high there's the risk of plummeting and hurting yourself, but we'll work hard not to end up like Icarus, who burns his wings with the sun. Everything is in our hands. And this - a bit pretentiously - reassures us rather than scaring us." Damiano

#maneskin #måneskin #vanity fair #italian #translation

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Hiii I'm shy to reveal myself soo its better this way HAHHAHA.. Can I request a story about fred weasley x reader. The reader is bestfriends with the golden trio. Fred and the reader are in love with each other but they didn't know because Fred thought she is in love with Harry because of how close they are and the reader thinks fred is inlove with Angelina because also of how close they are.

HAHHAHA I'm really sorry i tried to write in english 😂😂

dw i understand your request perfectly i just hope you like it rip :)

attraction.

Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

Summary : the request :3

Warnings : unedited.

Word Count : 651

A/N : i'm spending all day writing requests so apologize to those on wattpad who read my ff bc i've abandoned them for you.

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request here.

It was study hour in the Great Hall and you sat slumped over your homework next to Harry. Hermione had dragged Ron to the library for something so you were left with Harry.

You would definitely be less miserable if Fred, who was only a table down, wasn't seated next to Angelina. You could hear her stupid laughs and giggles from afar, and it made you want to hurl.

"What are you staring at?" Harry asks, looking up from his Transfiguration work he'd been copying off of Hermione.

"Nothing," you blink, returning to your potions book begrudgingly.

"It was Fred wasn't it," Harry smirks looking down at Fred and Angelina pair.

"It wasn't," you argue, doing your best to catch a glimpse of Fred while reading your boring book.

"You're a horrible liar," he holds a cheeky grin and you can feel your cheeks heating up.

"Like you're any better," you retort before watching as Angelina leaves the Great Hall waving goodbye to Fred.

Once Angelina is gone Fred slides down to you and Harry. You quickly look down into your book.

"Where's Granger and Ronniekins?" Fred asks, situating himself next to you.

"Library," Harry replies while scribbling down on his parchment.

"How's Angelina," you half gag while rolling your eyes.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Fred defends, turning to look down on you. You didn't like how he did that, look down, made you feel small.

"Well, we all know you like Angelina. Just ask her out already," you huff. You'd wish he would, save you from the mystery of trying to find out if Fred liked you back.

"I don't like Angelina," Fred frowns, toying with one of your quills.

"Then who do you like?" You ask a little to quickly, which plasters a cocky smirk on Fred's face, you groan.

"You shouldn't be talking when we all know you're swooned by the Chosen One," Fred taunts which earns him a smack on the head and a disgusted look.

"I do not like Harry," you half-shout, giving Fred a glare.

"Don't worry she doesn't like me," Harry grins, which scares you. A glimmer in his eye makes you feel faint.

"Oh really?" Fred raises his brow, leaning in closer to Harry as if Harry was about to tell him a secret. If he was that greatly worried you.

However, Harry didn't whisper, and you weren't sure if this made you feel better or worse, "Really, because Y/N likes you, Fred," Harry makes a smart face, looking between you and Fred.

As soon as Harry had opened his mouth you were halfway up, and running out of the Great Hall. You'd rather run then face Fred's teasing laugh. You could almost hear what he'd say to you in your ear as you flee.

When you're about to turn the corner to take a shortcut to the Common Room, you can hear Fred's footsteps running after you. You don't stop, you just run faster.

"Y/N, wait-" Fred shouts from behind you. You hadn't realized how close he was until right about now. Fred grabs your wrist, forcing you to come to halt, and whirls you around to face him, "Do you really like me?"

"I-" you stammer, too flustered to muster out a reply.

"I like you Y/N. That's who I like. It's you," Fred cuts in quickly before you have the chance to lie.

You blink, you're almost sure your heart paused a beat. You aren't convinced that he's not joking, even though he didn't look like he was, "But- but- what about Angeli-"

"What about Harry?" Almost instantly you'd been interrupted.

When you look into Fred's eyes he seems serious. He then slides his hand down from your wrist to catching your hand in his palm. He squeezes your hand lightly, and as soon as he does a sudden jolt of attraction curses through your veins.

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