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Everything About You - Luke Castellan

Summary: You've been Luke Castellan's closest friend ever since he arrived at camp, but unbeknownst to you, he's been desperately crushing on you this whole time. And of course, the feelings are reciprocated. In hopes of getting over you, he agrees to give it a go with someone else. Will he realise how you feel before its too late?

Pairing: Luke Castellan x Ares!Reader

Warning: Swearing

Word Count: 4.9k

a/n: uh sorry for shitting on that demeter girl sm, there needed to be some conflict somewhere

also please forgive me for this fic being crazy self-indulgent and therefore not up to par with my usual writing, i needed to express the obsession i have w this man otherwise I'd go INSANE

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You thought you knew everything about Luke Castellan.

After 5 years of being best friends, how could you not? You knew about the big things in his life, his damaged mother, the strained relationship with his father. You understood his anger towards the gods, the way it fuelled him to be better, work harder.

You knew about the little things too. He liked green olives, not black ones. He always stuck his leg out from under the duvet when sleeping. He sucked at tightening his armour, always convincing you to do it for him.

You could recognise each and every one of his tells. He always cracked his knuckles before sparring. He scratched the back of his neck when he was nervous.

But the one thing you didn’t know about him was the way he felt about you. You, who was normally so observant, was entirely oblivious to the gentle touches and soft looks he threw your way. And that, more than anything, was driving him crazy.

“You gotta tell her how you feel man.” Chris said to him, noticing the way his gaze would constantly stray to the Ares table. Your table.

Luke scoffed, “Yeah, right. I’d rather die…”

“Yeah, well it’s driving me nuts. All this pining. It’s-”

“Pathetic? Tell me about it.” He responded, not taking his eyes off you.

“Well, yeah. It’s pathetic. At this point, either confess your undying love, or move on.”

Luke could safely say that neither of those options sounded particularly appealing.

“There’s that new girl, y’know the one in Demeter?” Chris continued.

“What about her?”

“She’s pretty cute, don’t you think?”

Luke tore his gaze away from you to look at the girl Chris was on about. She was pretty, sure, with pale blond hair and flushed cheeks. He recognised her as one of the girls that would always sit in the fields and entertain the kids with her flower magic. But still, she couldn’t hold a candle to you.

“Yeah, she’s fine I guess.” Luke responded, noncommittal.

“See, told you so! Look, how about I set you guys up-”

“No thanks.”

“Ugh, you're no fun. Fine, just talk to the Demeter girl at the campfire tomorrow.”

Luke opened his mouth again to refuse, but Chris cut him off.

“And if you do, I’ll stop bugging you about it. Promise.”

Luke looked at his pleading face, and knew that there would be no shutting him up until he agreed.

“Fine. I’ll talk to her.”

The next morning, Luke woke up earlier than normal, so he figured he might as well get some extra training in before capture the flag in the afternoon.

He climbed out of bed as quietly as possible, not wanting to disturb his many, sleeping, half-siblings, and grabbed his sword, stepping out of the cabin into the fresh morning air. He jogged down towards the amphitheatre, and was confused for a moment when he could hear movement inside the small arena.

Then, as he walked closer to the entrance, he realised it was you, slashing dummies left right and centre. And, gods, the sight took his breath away.

The early morning sun shone on your face, highlighting your sharp features. You moved like a dancer, and the sword in your hand was merely an extension of your body. Yes, they called him the best swordsman in the last 300 years, but his technique couldn’t compare to the grace of the favourite daughter of Ares.

He watched you for a few more minutes, standing just in the entrance to the amphitheatre, until he realised it might be a little creepy to stand there and watch you, so he decided to make himself known.

“What are you doing up so early?” He called out, striding forwards towards you.

You quickly spun around, a shocked expression on your face that softened into a fond smile when you realised it was just Luke who had snuck up on you.

“Oh, y’know, just preparing to beat your ass later on.”

“Aw, really? Hate to break it to you, but you don’t stand a chance.”

“Wanna test that, soldier?” You smirked, gesturing to the sword in this hand.

Luke laughed, stabbing the sword into the sandy floor and cracking his knuckles, meanwhile you took up an offensive stance.

And, as soon as he picked up his sword, you were on him, ruthlessly slashing through the air, and he barely had enough time to block the blow before you sliced through his face. He returned your strikes with equal vigour, moving with the precision and technique that he was so famous for.

With the way the pair of you fought, anyone would think you hated one another, trading blow for violent blow, both of you refusing to hold back.

Of course, it was the complete opposite, but that had never stopped the pair of you from sparring so aggressively.

The session went on for close to half an hour, neither of you wanting to surrender to the other. Eventually you were bested, as Luke sent your sword flying from your hand, holding his own up to your throat.

You held your hands up in defeat, rolling your eyes at him, before moving to sit down at the edge of the arena.

“I’m still gonna win in capture the flag today.” You remarked, your voice strained from physical exercise, but jovial nonetheless.

“As talented as you are,” He responded, sitting down next to you, “You're not gonna be able to beat Annie’s new strategy.”

“And what might that be?” You said, shuffling closer to the boy.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” He teased.

You pretended to sulk at that, turning your body away from him in the process. Luke frowned, pulling your arm to turn you to face him again.

“Don’t be sad. Even if I told you you still wouldn’t win.”

“Whatever. Asshole.” You mumbled.

“What did you call me?” He asked, accusatory, and you quickly made your escape, running out of the amphitheatre to avoid his wrath.

But, of course, he managed to catch up with you easily, slinging an arm around your shoulders as you walked.

Somehow, you both telepathically communicated a need for breakfast, and your feet naturally led you both to the pavilion.

“I’ll see you later on, yeah?” You asked, detaching yourself from him to look him in the eyes.

“Mhm. Can’t wait to kick your ass.”

You laughed, cocking your head at him, “Why are you thinking about my ass Castellan? Bit weird.”

And then you were striding away towards Clarisse, leaving the Hermes cabin counsellor frozen, a faint blush covering his face.

Maybe Chris was right. His addiction to you was getting slightly out of hand.

“That boy is so obsessed with you.” Clarisse muttered, her voice derisive as you sat down opposite her.

“Who? Luke?”

“Who else?”

“Nah, no way.” You responded, chuckling as you grabbed a slice of toast from the centre of the table.

Clarisse rolled her eyes. How oblivious could you be?

“Whatever. As long as your little romance doesn’t get in the way this afternoon.”

“No chance. Besides, there is no romance. Gods, you’re just as bad as Silena!” You laughed, slightly sheepishly.

“Rude. But still, she’s right about these things like 90% of the time.”

Silena had been trying to get you to admit that you liked Luke for months, but each time she brought it up you would staunchly deny it. Of course, you were lying through your teeth, but it’s not like you could just admit something like that. It would open up a whole can of worms that you didn’t need.

“Yeah, well this is the 10% then.” You shrugged, taking another bite of your toast.

“You’re impossible.”

“Aw, don’t be like that. You know I’m your favourite sibling.”

“You were my favourite. I don’t know anymore.”

“Bitch.”

When Ares and Hermes were on opposing teams, suddenly capture the flag became even more serious.

Ares, of course, was the warrior cabin. Their father was the god of war, making them the most feared in combat. And, most of Camp half-blood was scared shitless of you and Clarisse.

Then there was Hermes, and their automatic alliance with Athena. That meant they had Luke, the camp's star swordsman, and Annabeth and her siblings, who always came up with the best strategies.

It was safe to say that when they weren’t competing against each other, it was painfully boring.

You only had about half an hour before the game started, so after you had secured your armour and recovered your sword from the amphitheatre, you decided to seek out Annabeth, both because you enjoyed her company, and because she may spill something about her new strategy.

“Hey, Annabeth!” You called out, and the young girl spun around to give you a little smile.

“Hey. What’s up?”

“Nothing. Just wanted to see how things are going over here, y’know, scope out the competition.”

“I’m not gonna tell you our strategy.” She deadpanned.

“Damnit. Oh well. What’ve you been up to, I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages.”

It was true, you hadn’t spoken to Annabeth for a few days, nor had you even seen her.

“She’s been too busy stalking the new kid.” Luke’s voice interjected and he stepped out of seemingly nowhere to pat the girl's head.

“Shut up! No I haven’t.” She sulked, pushing him off of her.

“Wait, which new kid is this? Percy?” You asked.

You’d seen Luke show the boy around camp. You’d been briefly introduced, but you hadn’t spoken to him all that much. The only other thing you knew about him was that Clarisse had a bit of an issue with him. Well, she had an issue with a lot of people, so that wasn’t exactly new.

“Yep. Can you believe it? My little sister has a crush!” Luke exclaimed, holding a hand to his chest.

Annabeth then gave him a small shove, before something clearly occurred to her, and she gave him that look that meant she had something on him. And whatever the blackmail was, it worked as he immediately held his hands up in surrender.

“Sorry, sorry! You could never like a boy, I know that!”

Annabeth didn’t respond, simply glaring at him whilst you laughed. Sometimes, she really was intimidating. Despite being only 12 years old, she had a stare harsher than medusa.

“Anyway. You need to get going, otherwise you're definitely gonna lose.” Luke said, pushing you away by your breastplate.

“Fine.” You said, and were about to walk away when you noticed his own armour, as usual, wasn't done up properly.

You walked back towards him, sighing, and grabbed the straps on either side of his body, pulling them taut, doing the same for the guards on his forearms.

“You seriously need to learn how to do these yourself, soldier. One day, I might not be here to do them for you.”

“That’s not true. You’ll always be with me.” He whispered, more hopeful than certain about his statement.

You just rolled your eyes, grabbing his helmet out of his hands to push it on his head.

“There. Can’t have someone hurting your pretty face, can we?”

“Uh-”

“Bye, have fun losing!” You laughed, and then you were walking away, once again leaving a malfunctioning Luke in your wake.

“And you say I have a crush.” Annabeth snorted.

“Shut up.”

Pretty much as soon as you made it back to your team, the conch sounded, and Clarisse shouted at you to ‘get your ass over here’.

She then quickly outlined her plan to you as you both made your way deeper into the woods, the rest of your team splitting off at different points as you went.

You two, as well as a few others, were to be on the offensive, searching for the flag, meanwhile the rest of your team were either guarding the flag, or serving as distractions. It was a pretty typical strategy, but it had every chance of working, as long as you two were able to work out roughly where the other team's flag was.

“Well, I’m pretty sure it won’t be at Zeus’ fist this time, that’s where Annabeth put it last time, and apparently she has a new strategy.”

“She could be lying to you?”

“Yeah, I guess. But it’s a place to start.” Clarisse reluctantly agreed, and the two of you moved further into the woods.

Along the way you came across a few of the blue team on border patrol, and the pair of you quickly disarmed them, you with your sword, and Clarisse with her electric staff.

You made your way down to the south edge of the woods, and it appeared that the number of blue troops were decreasing. Normally you would take that as meaning the flag wasn’t this way, but knowing Annabeth that could be some kind of purposeful bluff, so you kept going, until eventually you reached a dead end and had to choose a different direction.

“Ugh, the others better be closer than us I swear. I’m not losing again.” Your sibling said, batting aside a tree branch with her crackling staff.

“Yeah. I’m sick of having to listen to Castellan gloat.” You sighed, although the noise was more fond than anything else.

Clarisse rolled her eyes at your inability to keep him out of a conversation.

Then, there was a sudden noise of people crashing through the trees. You both raised your weapons, ready to defend yourselves, when you realised that they wore red helmets and were in fact, your siblings.

“Oi, Clarisse, we heard some of them talking that they’ve got the flag down at the creek! And that brat Jackson’s guarding it!”

You noticed the way Clarisse’s eyes filled with anger (and a little bloodlust).

“You keep going,” She said, “I’ll check it out with them.” She then patted you on the back and spun around, sprinting off into the woods.

“DUMBASS! IT’S PROBABLY A TRAP!” You yelled, cupping your free hand to your mouth, but either she didn’t hear you, or she didn’t care, because she gave no response.

You sighed, unable to believe how gullible your sister could be sometimes. But, you had nothing better to do than keep searching for the flag, so you kept walking, slashing through the undergrowth with your sword as you went.

Eventually you felt like you had covered the entire forest, and at a certain point you weren’t entirely sure if you were still in enemy territory or not.

That was until Luke Castellan burst into the clearing holding your flag.

“Fancy seeing you here.” He smirked.

“Asshole.” You snapped, immediately leaping at him, sword in hand, just as you had during sparring that morning. God he loved your temper.

You then began to battle one another with even more zeal than earlier, your slashes quicker and your blows harder as you moved. It was strange the way you two sparred, it was like as soon as you were in combat you forgot that he was your closest friend and that you would die for him in a heartbeat. Instead all you could think about was winning.

He was so annoyingly graceful as he moved, each swish of his sword perfectly calculated to hit at a certain spot, each block and parry almost perfectly executed.

Of course, your anger at his flawless technique was only further intensified when you realised that one: he didn’t have a shield, and two: he was holding his sword in his non-dominant hand, with the flag in his dominant one.

You ground your teeth at that. How could you expect to ever beat him if he held his own so easily? Whenever you watched Luke Castellan fight, you couldn’t help but wonder how he was a son of Hermes, and not a son of Athena or Ares.

And, as always, he defeated you eventually.

He threw a blow at you that you couldn’t quite block, and the force of it sent you toppling backwards, and landing on your ass. He quickly lunged down too, pinning you to the floor and holding his sword to your throat, so close that it almost broke skin.

“Do you surrender?” He asked, grinning smugly down at you, and you couldn’t help but notice just how close his face was to yours.

“Never.” You spat, furrowing your eyebrows at him.

He sighed fondly, before moving upwards to press a quick kiss to your forehead and saying, “You’re so cute, y’know that?”

Now it was your turn to be left malfunctioning, your face bright red with astonishment as he leapt off of you, and ran away into the forest, leaving you behind, on the floor, and completely and utterly frozen.

And then you came back to your senses, pushing yourself off the floor and chasing after him.

“LUKE CASTELLAN, YOU MOTHERFUCKER!” You screamed, sprinting through the woods as fast as you could, but you knew there was nothing you could do to catch up, and you could faintly hear him laughing as those stupid long legs carried him over into friendly territory.

It appeared that a lot had happened during that game of capture the flag.

Luke had gotten your flag, and was about to go over and taunt Clarisse about it, but he immediately saw that she was even angrier than usual, and seemed genuinely upset.

He quickly went over to ask Annabeth what was going on, watching as you ran over to console her.

“Percy broke her staff.” She said, pointing to the shattered piece of wood in Clarisse’s right hand.

Luke winced. He knew how precious the girl was about that staff; it was the only token she had from her father. He was surprised Percy was even still breathing right now.

“Wait, where is Percy?” Luke asked.

“With Chiron. He got claimed.”

“What? By who-?”

“Posiedon.”

The boy’s jaw dropped.

“You’re joking. No fucking way.”

“Tell me about it. He could be the one, Luke.” The younger girl said, her voice quiet and hopeful.

“Hm. He could be. Don’t get your hopes up too high though, yeah?”

Annabeth sighed, but nodded nonetheless.

Luke then gave her a quick pat on the shoulder, before beginning to walk away, intending to get a shower in before dinner, but Annabeth quickly stopped him in his tracks.

“Where are you going? It’s dinner, silly!”

“What, no it’s not-”

“Yes, it is. Campfire tonight, remember? Early dinner? C’mon, you’ve only been here for what, five years?”

Luke groaned, and suddenly all the adrenaline from Percy being claimed, and from winning capture the flag melted away, as he remembered the deal he had made with Chris the night before.

He traipsed behind the daughter of Athena on the way to the dining pavilion, suddenly dreading the rest of the evening.

As the pair entered the building, a cheer went up from the Hermes and Athena table, a few of their respective siblings rushing over to give them pats on the back and congratulations for their efforts.

Luke laughed along with them, eventually being dragged away from his sister to his own table.

Then dinner began, and it was as loud and raucous as usual, maybe even more so coming off the back of a capture the flag victory. But Luke was unusually quiet, pushing his food around his plate and taking the odd sullen bite. He could feel Chris’ eyes on him, probably pissed off he was sulking again, but he didn’t really care.

He could also feel another gaze on him, and he looked up, expecting it to be you, giving him a feeble glare or mouthing some stupid insult. But instead it was the girl from the Demeter table, twisting a lock of hair around her finger and smiling sweetly at him.

The boy felt slightly disappointed, but masked it with a grin of his own, winking at the girl before returning to his food.

He felt that strange sinking feeling in his stomach as he continued to eat, but decided to push it away. What choice did he have? It’s not like you’d ever reciprocate his feelings, so maybe Chris was right and he should give someone else a chance. Besides, how bad could it be?

As it turned out, it could be really bad.

Ok, maybe that was an overstatement. Really boring was probably more accurate.

As soon as they got to the campfire, Chris disappeared, but not before practically shoving Luke down beside the girl from Demeter, who let out a high-pitched giggle as he fell into her slightly.

And gods he wished he hadn’t agreed to his friends stupid plan. Because he then had to spend the rest of the evening being obnoxiously flirted with. And sure, she was nice, and quite pretty, but not in the way that mattered.

She didn’t take his breath away like you did. He couldn’t imagine searching for her face in a crowd. The whole thing was just dull.

And her laughter was grating. Really grating. There was no way she thought he was that funny, especially when he was giving mostly one word responses.

They had nothing in common. She liked lounging about in fields, playing games and making flower crowns, whereas Luke couldn’t think of anything worse. He’d much rather spend an afternoon sparring, or at archery, or even swimming in the lake.

All the things you liked to do.

He tried to push the thought to the back of his mind. He shouldn’t be thinking about you, not whilst another girl was clamouring for his attention. It was cruel. But he couldn’t help himself.

And eventually he gave in, switching off from the conversation and settling for observing you through the flames.

Your hair was down right now, like it only ever was at dinners and in the early morning. You lounged back comfortably on the benches, smiling lazily and joking around with Clarisse and Silena. Your face was lit up by the flickering flames, complimenting you so well, like they just wanted to be near you, close to you. He couldn’t blame them.

And then your eyes met his across the fire, and he thought his heart was about to combust with the way you smiled at him. He recognised that smile. It was the one you reserved just for him.

At that moment he steeled his resolve to reject this Demeter girl, grab on to you and never let go.

But as he was about to do just that, he felt a slender hand wrap around his bicep, and he turned to the blonde girl next to him. And without any warning, she reached up and kissed him, snaking her arms up and around his neck.

He pulled away after a second, shock written all over his face. He quickly whipped around, looking to see if you saw that, praying that you hadn’t.

But you had. And you seemed just as shocked as he was, except there was something else in your eyes. Hurt.

Why were you hurt?

As you walked away from the campfire, you couldn’t help but ask yourself the same question. Why were you so hurt?

You had known for years that your pathetic crush on Luke would never amount to anything. He was just way out of your league. Perfect in every way.

He was so smart, and kind, and funny, and well-liked, and you just couldn’t compete with that. You were rough, and mean, and cruel, and angry. Why would he love someone like you?

Of course, you hadn’t seen the daughter of Demeter coming. But maybe you should’ve. She was everything Luke should want in a girl, gentle, sweet, feminine. Someone fit to be a girlfriend.

And let's face it. You were much more skilled in matters of the sword than matters of the heart.

You had always known this day would come. Eventually you’d have to let go of your best friend and come to terms with the fact that you weren’t the most important person in his life anymore (besides Annabeth).

So why were you so devastated?

You reasoned that it had to be the shock. Yes, it was surprising, that’s why you were reacting like this, running away from the campfire like a child, foolishly hoping that he would come running after him, when of course he wouldn’t. He’d stay with his new girlfriend.

“Hey!”

You whipped around, shocked to see the very boy you were just pining after running up to you.

“What?” You asked, snapping at him slightly, and immediately regretting it as he took on the look of a kicked puppy.

“Why’d you run away from the campfire?”

“Just needed some air.”

“You sure? I mean you look kinda-”

“I’m fine! Just fine! Now you can go back to your little girlfriend and leave me alone!” You burst out, waving your hands around manically.

He looked shocked by your sudden shouting, probably because you had only genuinely been angry with him about three times in your whole friendship.

“Sorry. Just give me a minute, ok?” You said, your voice shuddering slightly. God it was pathetic, getting so worked up over a boy? You wanted to crawl into a hole and die. You then turned around and began to walk away, but didn’t get far before a hand grabbed yours pulling you back.

“She’s not my girlfriend.” He said firmly.

“What?”

“She’s not my girlfriend. I don’t even really know her name.”

He then apparently realised how that sounded, because he quickly amended his statement.

“Not like that. What I’m trying to say is that I don’t like her like that. She just kinda grabbed me.”

You stammered slightly, trying to regain composure. Right now you looked like a jealous loser, and while that is what you were, you didn’t want him to see you like that.

“Ok cool. I don’t care, y’know. Kiss whoever you want, man, not my problem!” You laughed although it was painfully strained.

“Again, not what I’m trying to say.” He said, scratching the back of his neck. Nervous.

“So what are you-”

“I’m trying to say I’m in love with you!” He rushed out, holding you by the shoulders and staring directly into your eyes to try and get his point across.

“What?” You whispered, once again not able to believe your ears.

“I said I’m in love with you,” He repeated, slower this time, his voice more even, “I’ve been in love with you for so long, you have no idea. I was only talking to that girl ‘cause I thought I’d never have a chance with you. But then I realised that I don’t want some other girl. I only want you.”

You took in a sharp intake of breath, scanning his face for any sign of insincerity.

“You’re being serious?” You asked.

“Deadly serious.” He responded immediately, smiling sheepishly.

You paused for a minute, before whispering, “I love you too.”

Only then did he finally make his move, holding you gently by the face and bending down to kiss you.

And it was like a piece of the puzzle finally clicked into place. It was painfully cliche, and it felt like you were in some dumb rom com, but kissing him really was like fireworks going off all over your body.

He clearly felt the same way, holding you by the back of the head and pulling you in further, closer, like he didn’t want to be apart from him ever again.

Eventually you both pulled away for air, and he looked at you with a smile of pure joy, until the shock of the whole situation hit him.

“Wait, so you really mean it?”

“I mean, I did just let you kiss me, didn’t I?”

“Good point. Sorry, I’m just a little surprised.”

“Fair enough. I mean, I had no idea you felt the same way.” You laughed, all the previous tension ebbing from your body.

“What, really?” He asked, seeming genuinely surprised.

“Yes, really! How was I supposed to know? Besides, I didn’t think I was really your type.”

At that his eyes practically bulged out of his head in shock, more so than any other time that night.

“Not my type? You’re entirely my type! Not like it matters anyway when you're the most perfect girl I’ve ever met in my life.”

You frowned, “Now you're just lying to me, Luke.”

“No I’m not. You're everything I’ve ever wanted. The only girl I’ve ever wanted.” He said firmly.

You looked at him, still slightly doubtful, but he was determined to fix that.

So he kissed you again, and suddenly all your doubts were swept away in his strong embrace as he kissed you like it was the last thing he ever wanted to do.

“Believe me now?”

“Yeah. And, I guess you’re pretty great too.”

He looked at you teasingly, daring you to elaborate, and for once you decided to stroke his ego.

“Fine. You're the most handsome, funny, charming man I’ve ever met in my life.”

That clearly satisfied him, because a wide grin wriggled its way across his face that you couldn’t help but mirror, because you both knew you meant every word.

“So does this mean you’ll give me a chance?”

“Yes. I’d give you a hundred chances.”

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motheyes · 2 years

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i just typed out a whole post about what i usually wish for when it’s lucky wish time but then i remembered it would RUIN my WISH

#i’m eating apple sauce rn #i feel like #un well for real #like we were sitting on the floor talking like usual #and i just felt not there at all #like words were just coming out of me but i was soooo far away #i feel so far away #i feel obsessive and like i’m grasping #i’m not like scared for myself or anything #i knew i’d be in a bad place again at some point #and it doesn’t even feel like that rlly #just a bad moment #bad headspace #i just already feel this insane guilt #from my dreams and things that make me feel good #ik it’s just. the human brain #but i have so much fucking guilt i feel like i’m hiding this big secret #ugh #it’s the ocd luv

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adderess · 8 months

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God astarion is literally perfect (“good” ending, not ascended vampire ending):

1. Sexy vocal fry and sexy, sultry voice in general. I didn’t like his voice at first because I’d imagined it completely differently but i am obsessed now. Screaming without the s.

2. Bitchy and dramatic af

3. Hysterically funny

4. Extremely chaotic and dangerous, will kill with zero remorse and laugh about it, he’s treacherous and manipulative. I’m colour blind and i only see flags saying “sexy”. Oh, you want to hold a knife to my throat? Please do, that turns me on.

5. Pretty as sin — and extremely vain; i love that because it’s more endearing than absolutely unhinged like with patrick bateman, for example

6. Intelligent and witty and insanely charismatic

7. Extremely, extremely mentally strong and determined. Can’t emphasise this enough. He’s gone through extreme torture, both physical and emotional, complete dehumanisation (de-elf-isation, i guess) and he has survived, escaped even though he knew what could happen if he was caught, gone back to cazador to kill him — again, even though he knew what could happen, and owned his life — learned to stand up for himself, learned vulnerability and intimacy despite the fact it’s distressing and triggers his trauma, made the decision to not act like cazador’s slave anymore, survived all the grief after killing cazador. Took tav to his grave and said he made the decision to start living again and carved his new date of birth into the grave. He is literally one of the strongest characters in fiction. Which leads me to another point…

8. Incredibly brave in how he faces his tormentor and abuser but also how he does the thing that terrifies him the most: lets himself be vulnerable and trust someone and be open. As someone who also has trauma but not as extreme as astarion’s, it’s one of the most terrifying things you can do. And i have reasons to trust others, astarion has none.

9. Gentle and loving despite his life teaching him to be anything but (which also proves how strong he is). But he loves tav and wants to try and be his best self for them, gods damn it. He will work on himself for the person who sees him and loves him and accepts him as he is but also wants him to be better because they believe he is capable of that. After centuries of hearing and thinking he is a worthless monster.

10. Caring

11. Will whine (“hundreds?! Ugh, it will take hours to kill them all!” lmao) but will do the right thing if you push him and he will enjoy it and/or appreciate you for seeing the best in him

12. Insecure and fragile and sensitive and he craves love and acceptance, desperately so.

13. Willing to put the person he loves first despite centuries of being self-serving and egocentric

14. Sees his partner as his equal. You will get true partnership from him because that’s extremely important to him. If dnd is as sexist as any fantasy world set in a semi-medieval era, that’s especially profound if his partner is a woman. He doesn’t want to own or possess, he will even let tav go if that will make them happier. He won’t be happy about it but he will let them go all the same (depending on the ending) because he cares about their happiness more than he cares about his own. He also instantly blames himself when tav wants to break up with him when they fear the dark urge taking over. It’s heartbreaking.

15. Intellectual. He embroidered poetry into his shirt. And that line… plums are the first to ripen. So he’s basically saying, pity those who settle for the first best thing — but also: pity those who don’t see beyond the surface, pity those who don’t wait — no one has ever waited for him, given him space, seen beyond his pretty face. Tav did. That line has such deep meaning. I’m mad they removed the information about it. Because he has depth and he knows he does — but he also thinks no one cares, no one will see him and no one will love him if they see him. So he sexualises himself and gives everyone what they want to see.

I just. Love him so much. The epitome of “i can fix him” who is fixable and will fix himself — and retain some of his mischievous, morally dubious characteristics that make him so fun.

#haven’t yet played the game tag #astarion #baldur’s gate spoilers

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cosmiiwrites · 29 days

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see u wanted adam requests so here i am!!

i’m utterly obsessed with this man and i barely see any fanfics with him showing his clingy side ( cus we all know he would be clingy as shit ) i was wondering if u could write something about his clingy side, maybe even him opening up about how he’s insecure cus two of his wives left him???? and then reader assured him that they wouldn’t leave him like they did

- 💌 anon

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ clingy

⁺˚⋆｡°✩ adam x gn!reader ✩°｡⋆˚⁺

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ summary: in which adam shows his clingy side cw: gn!reader, fluff, comfort, cussing a/n: AAA clingy adam canon!! also if you sent in a request im probably working on it rn adam adored you, you knew that. everyone did. and i mean EVERYONE. wherever you went, he was never far behind. he hates having to see you go somewhere without him, how anything could happen to you, and how he wouldnt be able to be there. so when adam is with you, he needs to have his hands on you all the time. whether it be holding your hand, holding your waist, it didnt matter. as long as he was near you. not to mention how he would glare at everyone who tried to start a conversation with you, driving them away and probably making them create a mental note to never talk to you again. safe to say this man was clingy as hell. dont get me wrong, you arent complaining. in fact, you loved how clingy adam was. it was just confirmation that he wasnt going anywhere. however, you had to admit you were a bit curious. but every time you'd try mentioning how he was so clingy, he'd quickly change the topic. huh. unfortunately for adam, you weren't one to give up easily. you'd pry and pry until one day, he finally caved. "ugh, jesus, fine! i'll tell you, just for the sake of you shutting the fuck up.” adam groaned.

“back in eden, that bastard lucifer had stolen both of my wives, not like you don't know the story…” adam’s voice trailed off, but his bravado quickly returned after clearing his throat. “it fucked me up, real bad.” he admitted. your chest ached with guilt, maybe you shouldnt have brought up the subject.

“and everytime you’re not around me, i—i start to worry that maybe, someone like him would take you from me. or heaven forbid, the bastard himself.” adam looked away in embarrassment, large wings hovering in an attempt to cover himself.

oh. you took a second to acknowledge that the arrogant, cocky, egomaniac adam just admitted an insecurity of his.

“oh, adam,” you sat next to him, gently tugging at his wing to reveal his face. “it’s fuckin’ stupid, i know.” the yellow eyes of his mask looked down in shame.

you hated his mask, it hid his face, the face you loved so dearly. when met with no resistance, you removed adam’s mask, your gaze meeting with dark golden eyes.

“i’d never leave you,” you cooed gently, one hand running through his hair, the other cupping his face. adam’s face tilted to where you placed your hand, leaning into your touch. “i wouldn’t even think about it. i love you, adam.” he pulled you into his lap, where you would hug him tightly. adam sighed contentedly, kissing your forehead.

“i love you more.”

#hazbin hotel x reader #adam x reader #hazbin hotel #adam hazbin #adam hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel alastor #charlie morningstar #emily hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel fluff #fluff #i need sleep

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admirxation · 1 year

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I’ve missed this

Pairing: Leon S. Kennedy x Fem Reader

Summary: The reader and Leon are in a relationship, appreciating each other's company after his recent mission to save “baby eagle”. The reader is heartbroken with how little time you guys have together, but Leon reassures her with kisses and cuddles which eventually turns into NSFW 18+ content (fluff at the start and smut in the middle and end).

Warnings: NSFW 18+ (no minors!), smut, unsafe sex, degrading, hair pulling, spanking, mentions of bruises and injuries, nipple pinching and sucking, hickies, dominance and submission.

Word Count: 1.6k

Authors note: Hey, this is my first Leon Kennedy one-shot that I have written and posted, I used to write fanfiction when I was 13-15 but stopped. But now I am a 20 year old, English Literature university student, craving to write more fanfiction because ugh I have an obsession with fictional men lmao. I hope you like this, any feedback is appreciated (be nice though haha), and you can request anything you would like or drop a message if you ever want to.

On a lazy Sunday afternoon with the remnants of the sun shining through the gaps in the curtains, you and Leon were lounging on the sofa, watching TV— enjoying each other’s company. A day to just cuddle with him was rare, and you treasured every moment you had when he was around; just being in his arms and presence made you feel safe, with every trouble and stress easing its way out of your mind’s focal point when you felt the warmth of his body against yours. While you knew the demands of his job, it was always hard to see him go and come back hurt and beaten up; you wished he could just stay with you so your lazy afternoons wouldn’t be a rare treasure. Every time you saw the cuts, bruises, or any injury you found when gazing upon his body— it just left you in pain—just imagining how close he had been to death and the living nightmares he had to endure.

Leon had recently returned from saving “baby eagle”, and when he came back, he told you about the people and events he encountered, mainly about the objective of protecting Ashley and how tiring it was. Every time he came back, there was a mixture of feelings, moving from being proud of him to having your imagination fall into the darkness where you pictured the possible fate of the mission being unsuccessful—it taking Leon’s life—the thought of it led to your heart sinking, no matter your current reality. The injuries, seeing him exhausted, and the nightmares he experienced every night—triggered your mind to dive into the abyss of dark thoughts. Of course, he had to be the hero and save the day, but still, you always yearned for him to stay every time you had to say goodbye—afraid it was your last. While these thoughts circled in your mind, you consciously tried to battle against them and focus on the afternoon you and Leon were experiencing. You tried to enjoy the moment; you didn’t know how long you had with him until he was gone again.

You nuzzled into his chest, breathing in that scent you missed; you no longer had to cuddle into the pillow and hoodies he left to remember his smell. He had his arms around you, and you were in your safe place.

“I’ve missed this,” Leon uttered, breaking the room's comfortable silence.

“Same; you know I always count the days until your return,” you answered him, giving an innocent smile to him as you cuddled into his chest more.

Leon already knew how much you anticipated his arrival; you loved him more than anything and would cross off days in the calendar and jump in his arms when you saw him again. How could your thoughts not be preoccupied with hoping for his safe return? But even though you were talking about your happiness, Leon noticed a trace of sadness lingering in your words, knowing that you were holding back some thoughts. He lifted your chin, moving your face closer to his, telling you in a soft tone: “I’m sorry I can’t be here more often. You know if it were up to me, I’d be around more,” he looked into your eyes to reassure you. You tilted your head and smiled at him, loving how cute he was with you. Leon then placed his hand on your cheek and pulled you closer to kiss you; melting into the kiss, you couldn’t think of anything else but how much you loved him.

“I always forget how much of a great kisser you are,” you giggled, “it’s always a nice surprise to enjoy everything when you get back,” you said softly and gently.

“I know you do, baby; you make it quite obvious,” he laughed.

“Wow, look at me trying to be nice, and this is what I get,” you faked a little gasp as you nudged him a little. Leon laughed with you and shook his head a little at how sweet you were being.

“Just come here. I wanna cuddle you more,” you blushed at Leon’s request, shifted your weight, and moved your leg over him, positioning yourself to straddle him. You knew Leon loved this as much as you. His eyes then wandered up and down your body: “You know what I missed (Y/N)?”

“What, Leon?”

“This. Feeling you on top of me...” you saw the smirk on his face after his flirtatious comment, and you knew what he wanted to do to you, “and what happens when you get on top.”

You locked eye contact with him, taking the hints he was giving, beginning to grind your hips down into his, circling them as his hands travelled over your body.

“This feels so good... you know exactly what I like,” Leon said under his breath as you grinded on him; he admired your beauty by looking at you up and down and biting his lip when you pushed your hips further down—you felt yourself getting wetter as you felt his cock twitch with excitement.

As Leon released heavy breaths, grabbing your hips to move further into his lap, his hands traced upwards. Holding your hair, his fingers tangled in it and pulled you closer—kissing you passionately. You melted into the kiss, it growing more passionate with continuous grinding. With his spare hand, it wandered to your ass, squeezing it until you gasped between kisses. As your kisses became wetter, he couldn’t deal with you being fully clothed anymore and needed to see what belonged to him. He tugged at the bottom of your shirt and pulled it off, throwing it across the room, slowly moving to your bra and unclasping it—admiring you as it fell and exposed you.

“Fuck, (Y/N), you’re so sexy,” he looked at you, thinking about how lucky he was.

He moved closer to your breasts, starting to suck on one of your nipples and twirled his tongue around it, pinching the other and getting harder as he felt your soft moans at his touch.

“Fuck, Fuck Leon... mmh. Keep going. Please don’t stop,” you managed to say as your bodies intertwined in intimacy, and you felt how hard he was under you, “Leon. Just fuck me already, I-I need you.”

Leon smirked at you, “Anything you want, princess.” He grabbed you, pushed you to the sofa and hovered over you, leaning in for another kiss which moved to your neck to provide a hickey—to show who you belonged to.

He pulled away, leading you to whimper for his touch again, looking at you beg for him as he grabbed your underwear and slowly dragged them down your legs—revealing your wet pussy. He traced his finger down, softly grazing over your clit. You shivered as you felt him tease you and begged for more.

“How much do you want me (Y/N)?” dominance lingering in his words.

“I-I need you, Leon, please.” He loved seeing you submit.

He positioned his cock towards your wet entrance, rubbing against it to tease you. As he did, he whispered: “you’re so wet for me, baby, fuck,” wanting to just ram and fuck the shit out of you, there and then, but not wanting to surrender to his urges—yet—he wanted to see you squirm with anticipation more.

When you were about to beg again, he leaned his cock inside you melding your bodies together. You both gasped at the entrance. Your moans became continuous as Leon started to push back and forth, whispering into your ear how sexy you were: “You’re so beautiful (Y/N). I love your b-body, mmm, god! I missed this so much.” After efforts to fragment a coherent sentence from being interrupted with pleasure, he quickened the pace. He was lifting his body as he did, positioning himself upright as he held and dug his nails into your thighs, looking at you while you were screaming his name. You were lost in each other, having the room filled with moans, having your eyes roll back as you went crazy under Leon’s control.

“Whose my dirty wore?” He looked at you and demanded an answer; he loved degrading and putting you in your place.

“Me, I, I’m your dirty whore, Leon!”

Leon looked at you and noticed how close you were to cumming. Since he loved to tease you, he pulled out, to which you pulled a disappointed face as he did.

“I’m not letting you cum yet. Turn around... Now!” you submitted to his request. You turned to all fours, arching your back and waiting for Leon to begin fucking you silly again. As you were about to look back, he rammed his cock inside, and you gasped as he did.

Leon was the type to have you cum first, but he still liked to be in control when he could. He wanted a bit of fun to see you want more, getting a kick from seeing the desperation in your eyes.

His hands grabbed your hips, spanking you often until your ass was red, fucking you at a quick pace leading to your wetness stream down your inner thighs. As he pulled your hair and squeezed your ass harder, Leon felt your pussy clenching around his cock, eventually releasing hot ropes of cum into you—meeting your release as you squeezed your eyes shut with tears brimming in the corners as you orgasmed.

As Leon pulled out, you were both breathless; both lost in ecstasy as you experienced a mutual release. Your legs were shaking, and your pussy was sore, exhaustion plastered over your face. Once you caught your breath, you told him: “You’re so good... I love having sex with you when you get back.”

“I love it too, baby,” he smiled at you, “Come on, let’s go get ourselves cleaned up, then I’ll give you some aftercare,” he gave you a little spank as he walked closer to the bathroom.

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ivy-and-ivory · 9 months

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I absolutely adore your Batman and Jason Todd fics!!! I was wondering if you had any fic recs? ♥️

Thank you Anon!! I’m so glad you enjoy my writing :D

There’s so much incredible Jason & Bruce fic out there and I’m more than happy to share some recs! I’m unfortunately not the best about remembering to keep track of fics I enjoy, so this is by no means a definitive/comprehensive list of my favorites, but I scrolled through my bookmarks and found a few fics that will hopefully satisfy your Jason & Bruce cravings :)

Stargazer by LemonadeGarden @lemonadegarden (47,656 words, Multi-chap, Complete)

Author’s Summary:

“Jason Todd is seriously injured during patrol one night, and is forced to stay at the manor to recuperate until his injuries are healed. To pass the time, he makes a list of things he never got to do before he died. Except there's one small problem: most of them involve Bruce, and Jason doesn't really think Bruce cares all that much about him anymore. This is a story about how wrong he is, but I made it sad anyway.”

Truly what can I even say about this fic. This is the story that made me fall in love with Jason Todd, and Bruce & Jason reconciliation fics, and Bruce & Jason destination/road trip fics, and basically everything I care most about in this fandom. I’d been a Superbat fan for a while before I started getting into the Batfam side of things, and around the time I read this I was only just starting to read stories about the Robins. This was the gateway fic. This was the one that caught me and made it stick. Formative, definitive, one of my all time faves.

this kind of weather by r_astra @heyy-its-skip (46,456 words, Multi-chap, WIP)

Author’s Summary:

“Jason’s at school when his mom dies, and that’s the only reason any of it happens. If he’d been home, if he’d been with her, he would’ve been in the wind before anyone else even knew. Even if they looked, no one ever would’ve found him. He’d have taken to the sewers if that’s what it took, man-eating crocodile guy and all.”

Ohhhhh this fic. Bio-parent Bruce AUs don’t always do it for me, but the fics that get it right get it RIGHT, and this is one of them. Possibly my favorite Jason joins the batfam late fic ever. I’m obsessed with the Jason characterization in this one. Like actually obsessed. Like he is rotating in my brain like a rotisserie chicken at all times constantly 24/7 obsessed. Cannot recommend enough.

Growing Like A Breeze by whaleofatime @cetaceans-pls (6,114 words, Oneshot, Complete)

Author’s Summary:

“April 27th isn't anyone's favourite date, but it's somehow worse than usual today when Bruce gets his car stolen. It's nice of Red Hood to come to his rescue. Nicer even that Jason keeps him company afterwards.”

If you’ve read my fics I think it should be a given that any Jason & Bruce fic tagged “Inexplicable Road Trip” is absolutely going to do it for me. But god, Bruce’s psyche in this one. The man has twisted himself up in more tangles than the Gordian knot. Really fantastic exploration of Bruce & Jason’s relationship and trying to move forward past the destructiveness of grief and blame. I will be thinking about the bumper stickers on Bruce's Hyundai Elantra forever.

through space and time by sparkycap @sparkysomething (6,334 words, Oneshot, Complete)

Author's Summary:

"When an Outlaws mission gets Jason sent back twelve years in the past, he finds himself in a familiar position: stealing something stupid and getting caught by a Batman who wants to give him a second chance. It’s a refreshing change from how encounters with his present-day Batman usually go."

I am a simple woman. Give me a fic where Bruce interacts with Jason without really knowing the significance of who he's interacting with and I will go feral, every time. Absolutely brutal interaction between a well-meaning Bruce and a hurting Jason in this one. Don't want to spoil anything, but there's one line of dialogue in particular that just. Ugh. Fuck me all the way up.

Clearly Calm and Keeping Terrorized by Batbirdies @batbirdies (258,290 words, Multi-Chap, Complete)

Author's Summary:

"Jason made a deal with Bruce, no killing, and there would be no more conflict between them. At least on patrol. Jason reasoned it would be easier to accomplish his goals without constantly fighting Batman along the way. It didn’t change anything, not really. Not until he found an old gift he never knew about and Bruce asked him to dogsit Titus while he and Damian were out of town. Not until the Lazarus Pit started bothering him again. AKA: My take on a Jason rejoins the family fic."

I am once again reccing a Bruce & Jason reconciliation fic (are you perhaps noticing a trend?) This one will break your heart and put it back together again. It's part of a series but can stand alone (though I've read the two works that precede it and highly recommend them as well). 250k+ words about a father and son and the rest of their family trying to figure out how to heal. Genuinely there is so much love in this fic. And trauma! Can't forget the trauma. But also so much love.

Code of Silence by JHSC @jhscdood (9,376 words, Multi-Chap, Complete)

Author's Summary:

"Willis Todd doesn’t die in prison. That doesn’t change much, until it does."

This one is less Jason & Bruce-centric than the others on this list (though Bruce still features, especially in the other works in the series) but it absolutely fits the bill for Jason & his dad content so I'm reccing it anyway. This fic utterly transformed the way I view Willis Todd. Incredibly thoughtful, emotional exploration of trauma and recovery and trying to heal. The whole series is gold.

Good Intentions and the Highest Hopes by rotasha (16,863 words, Multi-Chap, Complete)

Author's Summary:

"Bruce offers each of his children the chance to go on vacation with him, and they get to choose the destination. Jason chooses the one place he thinks Bruce will enjoy the least, out of spite. That’s how the two of them end up going to Disney World."

Another one that perfectly checks all my favorite Bruce & Jason fic boxes. Reconciliation fic? Check. Set in highly specific non-Gotham destination? Check. Bruce not quite knowing how to connect to Jason but trying his best anyway and Jason finally deciding to let him? Check, check, check. Jason's kind of an asshole in this one; I adore him eternally. And I love Bruce so so much in this.

There are so many more I could add but I'm going to leave it at that for now! Hope some of these are new to you & that you enjoy them! And thanks again for reading my work :D

#thanks for the ask!#reminder to self to go back and leave comments on the ones I haven't yet #batman #bruce wayne #jason todd #fic recs #batman fic recs #ivy rambles #ivy answers

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lulumilkshake · 11 months

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helloo can i request a lil fic of jealous gojo pleasee 💗

a/n: sorry i just saw this ugh, but yes bc i LOVE jealous men especially if they r hot!!💁‍♀️💁‍♀️

bad dog

pairing: g. satoru

warning(s): nothing much besides jealousy and fluff, some angst if you squint, use of she/her

gojo was obsessed with you. how could he not be? you’re beautiful, strong, confident, pretty much everything he loves in a woman.

he knew you felt the same way about him too, so what was this clenching feeling in his heart?

yaga assigned a little exchange assistant teacher to you. he was used to study tokyos jujutsu teachings and take notes on behavior. he wasn’t strong at all, average in looks (compared to him), and obviously had a crush on you.

gojos teeth clenched at the fact you were joking around with the dog (as gojo would call him) and the first years. that should be HIM!

“you’re staring. hard.” shoko commented on his obvious aura of jealousy. he responded to her stab at him with an annoyed “tch”.

“this isn’t like you to not intervene when she’s getting hit on. are you intimidated or something?” she sticks her tongue out as she said that.

“intimidated to a dog used by the elders? hell no.” he rolled his eyes through his blindfold, gagging.

“im only not saying anything because yaga told me not to torment him or whatever.” gojo said as he was imitating yaga.

that’s actually not true. he didn’t intervene because you told him not to intervene. he would never admit that though because this wasn’t the first time he got jealous over people trying to advance on you.

whether it was men at a bar, fellow co-workers, his friends, or even your friends, he would always try and scare them away when they tried hitting on you.

he wasn’t even insecure or anything. he’s the strongest he has nothing to be insecure of! he just loved the feeling of knowing your his.

even though he does all of this, he HATES when you call him jealous.

“jealous? honey you must be thinking of someone else. you know i have nothing to be jealous of.” he often replies slyly whenever you call him jealous. you think it’s because he knows it’s true, but would never EVER admit it.

“you daydreaming or something?” shoko said as she brought him back to earth by waving a hand in front of his face.

“she probably doesn’t even think he is funny. i’d be laughing at how he fights, not his lame jokes.” he says suddenly. shoko replies with a large laugh.

“seriously at this point just go over there and give him the ijichi treatment. have him get you a soda or something if you’re this jealous.” she responded as she got up from her spot on the bench, wiping the dust of her pants.

“not, jealous” he replies again annoyed. but it wasn’t a bad idea to treat him like the dog he is.

as he was just about to get up as well, you called him over.

“satoru!! c’mere honey!” you yelled out sweetly for him. god he was so whipped for you.

when he walked over to you, you greeted him with a long kiss. he grabbed your waist not letting go.

“ahem” the assistant teacher (dog) coughed at the awkward tension between him and gojo.

“ahh your the um..” he drawls out his reply and snaps his fingers when he gets an answer “the dog the elders are using!”

before the assistant teacher could respond back with an offended answer, gojo flips him a coin and winks

“hey.. why don’t you go get me a soda. cmon don’t be a bad dog!”

a/n: FIRST REQUEST! tysm hope u enjoyed bae

#gojo x reader #anime and manga #gojo headcanons #satoru gojo x reader #satoru x reader #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu imagines

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kirislovelygf · 1 year

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my unruly heart (tsireya x fem! omaticaya reader)

contents: coming out, jake and neytiri being best parents, wlw, slight bullying, after neteyam’s death, you’re the oldest sully kid, secret relationship, gay lololol

a/n: i rewatched the prom on netflix twice this week and so this fic is based on song “unruly heart.” it made me cry and now i’m listening to it as i’m writing this. hope you like it 🫶🏽

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y/n knew from a young age she wasn’t like her siblings. she had four fingers and the attributes of her mother. and had the sarcastic attitude of her father.

but growing up, she never crushed on boys like her sister did. and when boys crushed on her, she did the most to avoid them and push them away.

“he was a nice boy, y/n. you’d be a fool not to go out with him.” kiri said one day as they walked back home through the forest.

“i’d be a fool if i went with him.” she retorted.

“he’s nice! and cute too.”

she rolls her eyes. “kiri, if you like him that much, then you date him.” she responded. kiri was taken aback at her sudden attitude.

“okay, i was just teasing. relax.” she shrugged.

y/n rolled her eyes and kept on walking.

“y/n, i’m sorry! if you don’t want to date him, there’s plenty of other guys that would love to be with you instead.” she called out.

“ugh, why do i have to be with any boy?” y/n groaned.

they walked past their friend, ewan. she was their friend they met while gathering fruits a couple weeks ago. she was kind to the girls.

“i see you, y/n, kiri.” she said softly, raising her accessorized hand up to her forehead.

the girls greeted her back and continued walking but y/n stared at her for a little longer than intended.

they made it to their home that was still in the trees. kiri and y/n were only ten years old at this point and their family had no need to live in the hallelujah mountains.

“what? boys? you talk about boys?” tuk exclaimed. she was only four years old and only knew a few words.

y/n chuckled and put her basket of fruit down in the corner.

“we were just saying boys are annoying and smelly and gross.” she chuckled as she picked up her four year old sister.

she kissed her cheek and went to put her down again.

she watched as she went to play with neteyam again and sat down with her thoughts.

her brother had girls drooling all over him all the time. she didn’t understand what they saw in him in terms of looks. her brother isn’t all that much to look at.

and kiri, sometimes all she talks about is the boys in the clan that have cute hair or are good hunters. and sometimes all she talks about is spider.

she didn’t understand it either. spider wasn’t much go look at either.

she was stuck with these thoughts for years.

the family was now living in the metkayina clan after the war against the demon ship. they had suffered the loss of their firstborn son and the responsibility of the eldest child went to y/n.

over two years had passed since the battle and now y/n was seventeen, turning eighteen. living on the reef was easier than it was two years ago.

the family missed neteyam more than anything, especially y/n. she wished she could ask him for advice. but they were able to find peace after years of mourning and sadness.

neteyam was the only one who ever knew about y/n and now she doesn’t know who to talk to other than tsireya.

she was worried about saying anything because she remembered how kiri was made fun of when they first arrived, being called a freak for being different.

while same-sex couples were considered normal in the omaticaya clan, she never thought about how the metkayina clan felt about them.

or how her parents felt about them. she never asked. they most likely don’t have a problem but what if they turned out to be angry? confused?

she couldn’t fathom the thought of them looking at her with such disgust and hate.

so she kept it hidden for as long as she could. and she did it successfully, until her family was suddenly obsessed with her being with the chief’s son.

they were good friends, her and ao’nung, but they didn’t feel the same way about each other. but their parents agreed that she’d make a great tsahìk with the right training.

but in their worry about their other kids and their behavior, they forgot to ask y/n what exactly she wanted. if she even wanted this arrangement at all.

she sat at the edge of her marui facing the shallow reefs while continuing to make a crochet top she started the other day.

as she looked at the string down in her lap, a face popped up in the water below her.

“hello, tsireya.” y/n mumbled, not looking up.

tsireya grumbled, creating bubbles that floated up to the surface. she lifted herself up and smiled.

“i’ll scare you one of these days.” she sighed. she took her hair and wrung out the water before flipping it back.

y/n chuckled quietly and continued her project.

tsireya bent down so y/n would look at her face.

y/n sighs and finally looks up. “i’m busy, tsireya.”

“too busy to talk to me?” she asked with pleading eyes.

y/n shakes her head softly. she puts her craft down and gives her attention to tsireya.

she knows that tsireya will guilt trip her way to get y/n’s attention but will let her do it anyway.

“are you okay?” she asked, tilting her head a bit.

“i’ve been thinking a lot about my parents. i have no idea how they will react.” she answered.

“i thought you already told them last night.” tsireya lifted herself up to sit next to her.

“i panicked. i couldn’t get the words out.” she admitted.

tsireya sighs and places her hand on y/n’s.

“i’m sorry. it’s okay, you will have another chance.” she said sweetly. y/n looks up to smile at her.

she sighs and looks out onto the other maruis lining the beaches of the island.

“i wish neteyam were here. he’d know what to do.” she muttered.

“i know you miss him.” tsireya mumbled. their hands interlocked as tsireya rubbed her thumb on her skin softly.

“what happened to make you so nervous?” she asked.

“my siblings. lo’ak was stressing my dad out again, kiri and tuk were play fighting while my mom was breaking them up. they were stressed and tired and i didn’t want to upset them.” y/n said, recalling the events of last night.

“i have an idea.” tsireya gasped. y/n glanced at her. “what is it?” she smiled.

“i will take your siblings out so you have the night to yourself with your parents. they will not be stressed and you can talk to them.” she said.

y/n thinks it over for a moment. “okay.. that might work-“

“great! i’ll go tell lo’ak and kiri right now.” she starts to stand but y/n quickly stops her and gets her to sit back down.

“wait! uh- uhm..” she tried to come up with an excuse on the spot but came up with nothing.

“are you still not ready?” tsireya sighed out.

“i feel like i am! but.. what about ao’nung? our parents have our future decided for us. what will happen when i tell them that their future for me isn’t what i want?”

“you won’t know unless you tell them. they will understand when they realize you want to be with someone for love.” tsireya says.

she takes both of y/n’s hands in hers and holds them.

“i’m scared, tsireya.” y/n whispered.

tsireya clicks her tongue and pulls y/n into her side to hug her.

“i’m so sorry, my love. i wish i could help more.” she said softly.

“if you don’t want to, we will not do it. you can tell them when you are ready.” she muttered.

the creaking of the woven pathways caught the girls' attention and they pulled away from each other.

y/n sniffs and rubs her face while tsireya lets out a nervous sigh while rubbing her hands on her thighs.

they look behind them to see jake coming in with neytiri behind him. they’re carrying food for dinner tonight.

“hey, girls.” jake greeted kindly.

“hey, dad. we were just talking.” she said quickly, like she had been caught.

he looks at his daughter weird for a moment. “i see that..”

“where are your siblings?” neytiri asked.

“they’re playing with the ilu. i just came to check on y/n but i am leaving now.” tsireya said with a smile.

she jumps down from the marui into the water and pats y/n’s knee.

“i love you.” tsireya whispered. y/n smiled and whispered it back before tsireya swan away.

“she’s a good friend. checkin’ up on you.” jake said to her.

“yeah. a great friend.” y/n sighed out.

“y/n, come help your mother make dinner.” neytiri said, starting a fire. y/n turns and gets up to help neytiri.

later that night, tsireya didn’t carry out her plan while knowing how y/n was against it. so they ate dinner, talked for a while, before going to sleep.

y/n couldn’t though. in the middle of the night, she found herself sitting at the edge of the marui again while staring at the bioluminescence living in the water.

she was so deep in her thoughts, she didn’t hear her dad wake up and walk over.

she gasped lightly when he sat down beside her.

“you scared me.” she chuckled lightly.

“sorry, sweetheart.” he muttered, rubbing her back a bit.

she sighs and looks at the water again.

“what’s wrong? why can’t you sleep?” he asked.

“i had a lot on my mind.” she shrugged in response.

jake nods and looks at the water.

“is it ao’nung? are you worried about him?”

y/n’s breath hitches. “yeah, sort of,” she nodded.

“what is it? you two will make great leaders, you don’t have to worry.” he said.

“it’s not that, dad.” she looks up at him.

“oh.. then what is it?” he asks gently.

“i… don’t like ao’nung like that. he is my friend.” she said.

his eyes widen a bit. “aw, sweetheart, why didn’t you say anything? i never would have suggested you be together if i knew.” he says softly.

y/n hugs herself as her stomach tightens from the nerves.

“if you don’t want to be with him, you know what? that’s perfectly okay. you don’t have to be with him to be tsahìk. you can rule together but not.. you know, together.”

she looks up at him. “really? but what about his parents? and mom?”

“we can talk it out. but i’m not gonna force you to do something you’re not comfortable with. i couldn’t bear that.” he said, gently wrapping an arm around her.

she feels small relief but is still worried about telling him.

“so, you can tell me. why don’t you like him? is it the..” jake points to his lips. “the fish lips?”

“dad.” y/n chuckled.

“come on. what, is it the attitude?”

“i mean.. he is nice and more mature than when we met but.. uhm..”

her nails dig into her arm slightly.

jake leans over to see her face clearly. he sees she wants to say something. he moves a braid from her face and tucks it behind her ear.

“hey, you okay?” he asks.

she looks up at him slightly. “you can tell me anything, you know that. i’m your dad.” he reminded her.

she stared at him for a moment.

“i don’t like ao’nung.. because he is a boy.”

jake’s eyes widen at those words. he watched as tears began to form in his daughters eyes.

“oh..”

“i understand if you’re disappointed.”

“no, no. y/n, i’m not-“

y/n covers her mouth and all jake think to do is hug her. to remind her that he loved her.

“i’m not disappointed in you. i’m so proud of you, know that?” he muttered.

“what?” y/n looks up. “but i messed everything up.”

“you didn’t mess up a thing.” he told her.

he cups her face with one hand. “you are my daughter. i could never be disappointed in you or angry at you for something you can’t control.”

y/n started to cry even more. “and listen to me. there is nothing you could ever say to get me to stop loving you. do you understand? nothing.”

“all i ever wanted was for my kids to be happy and to grow up to be with someone for love.”

she nods. he pulls her in again as she cries softly while hugging back. “i love you, sweetheart.”

“i love you, dad.”

he hugs her for a little moment longer.

“dad-“

“yeah?”

“you’re hurting my ribs.”

he looks down and kissed the top of her head one more before letting her go, making her breath heavily.

“jeez, dad.” she laughed quietly.

“i’m sorry. i just love you so much, sweetheart.” he rubs her head gently and she chuckled.

he pats her shoulder once. “let’s get some sleep, yeah? you’ve had a stressful day.” he says.

“okay.” y/n nods. he goes to his side of the marui to sleep next to neytiri while y/n goes to her corner to get some rest.

the next morning, y/n leaped out of her corner, put away her mat and blanket and ran out of the marui before her siblings could even yawn awake.

neytiri was making their breakfast when she ran out without warning. “y/n, your breakfast!”

she runs off and neytiri huffs. she looks over at jake who’s plating the food for the kids.

“is she okay?” she asked him.

he looks up at her and then back down at his task. “you’ll have to ask her.” he shrugged.

neytiri stays staring at him, waiting for him to spill it.

“i’m not telling you.” he muttered in a sing-songy tone

she hissed quietly and continued cutting vegetables. jake laughs to himself before getting up to wake up the kids.

y/n ran to the reef where tsireya was every morning, collecting food for her breakfast.

“tsireya!” y/n yelled out. tsireya was standing by rocks in shallow water that reached below her knee. she looks up to see y/n running at her.

y/n threw her arms around tsireya, almost knocking her over into the water.

“whoa- good morning.” she laughed.

y/n pulls away and holds her by the shoulders.

“i told my dad.” she smiled brightly.

tsireya gasps. “no!”

“yes!”

“when!?”

“last night! it went great, better than i though!” she exclaimed.

tsireya squeals and they hug while rocking in place in each other’s arms.

“oh, i’m so proud of you, y/n! i knew you could do it.” she laughed out.

they pull away for a moment. “what did he say?”

“he just said he wanted the best for me a that he still loved me. and i was so happy, j started crying and- ugh, i’m just so glad he finally knows.” she sighed out.

“this is amazing, y/n. wait, does.. does your mother know too?” tsireya asked, tilting her head.

y/n breathed out. “oh. uh, no. she doesn’t.”

“okay..”

“i forgot i have to tell her too.” she chuckled.

“it’s okay. i am positive she will have the same reaction as your father.” tsireya smiled. her hands rested on y/n’s shoulders while y/n’s hands were holding onto her arms.

“i was so excited to have my dad know uh..” y/n sighed.

tsireya thinks for a moment. “oh, i have to tame the baby ilu today. maybe i can take your siblings with me so it is just you and your parents.” she shrugged.

“okay.. yeah, please.” y/n nodded. tsireya smiles.

“okay, tell them when you go to eat breakfast.” she says. she kissed y/n’s cheek softly before y/n made her way home.

telling neytiri went perfectly, more than perfect. she responded with nothing short of love and support.

she kissed her face a bunch and kept reminding her that she loved her so much.

it made y/n realize she had nothing to worry about. her parents have spent years telling their kids that they love them.

her father moved their entire lives to protect them. her mother defended them when others called them demons.

that night, y/n went to visit tsireya again. they sat at the beach with the calming sounds of the waves crashing against the beach accompanying their voices.

“and she kept hugging me and during dinner, she gave me extra fruit and my siblings were jealous. it was great.” y/n sighed.

“i’m so happy for you. i knew you were strong enough to tell them one day.” tsireya said.

y/n looks at her and then down at her hand. she holds tsireya’s in hers.

“thank you for believing in me. and encouraging me. i couldn’t have told them without your love and support.” y/n said softly.

tsireya laughs softly and her ears perked up.

“i will always be here for you. to talk, to listen, to be there.” she muttered.

tsireya’s hand raised up to cup y/n’s face and she leans into her touch.

“i love you more than i’ve ever loved anyone. you’re independent and strong and i admire you so much.” she said.

y/n smiled and looks down. “i’m not strong, i-“

“you are. i saw how you were there for your siblings after neteyam.” tsireya said softly.

y/n looks up slightly. “you’re an amazing girl. and i thank eywa everyday that i was able to have the pleasure of meeting you.”

y/n smiled and threw her arms around tsireya, making them both laugh out.

“i love you more, tsireya.” y/n sighed out.

tsireya hugs her tighter before they pull away to kiss.

they’ve kissed millions of times in secret but to kiss with people now knowing, it was a different feeling.

y/n wanted to shout her love for tsireya from the highest hallelujah mountains for all of pandora to hear.

having to hide was a pain but having to hide her love for tsireya was worse.

the next day, she brought tsireya to their home to properly introduce her to her parents.

while jake and neytiri shared their congratulations and embarrassed y/n with thousand of questions, she didn’t let go of tsireya’s hand once.

₊˚. ღ

a/n: if you ever need to talk to someone when having trouble with coming out to friends or family, or even coming to terms with your sexuality yourself, i and many others are available to talk and to listen.

love you, beautiful 🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽

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save-the-villainous-cat · 1 year

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Hi :) may I request a self-conscious hero x confident villain please?

By now, the hero thought they were able to control their anxiety. What they didn’t understand quite yet was the fact that, sadly, such a thing can’t be controlled. With their obsession of fixing this problem, they didn’t realise that fixing it wasn’t an option.

Being tormented by anxiety wasn’t going away. It was something they would have to live with their whole life. Till the bitter end.

“Don’t get it,” they mumbled. Their grip tightened on the rifle. What if this didn’t work?

“Hm?”

“You’re always smirking.”

“Well, I’d say I’m a pretty happy person.”

“No. You smile when you’re happy. But smirking? You’re either embarrassingly arrogant or overly cocky.”

“Maybe I am both.” The villain stopped in their tracks and leaned in, the gear of their undercover suit pressing into the hero.

Dressed in military clothes in a highly secure facility was suiting them. Heroically walking through the halls, with a light-heartedness that made the hero shiver, they almost seemed to be a new person. As if the world belonged to them already.

God, it looked great on them. The hero would’ve never admitted it out loud but there was no denying that the proud stance and the conceited grin made them utterly delicious.

A glance to the hero’s lips, dreamlike. Unfocused.

“Ugh, fuck off, would you?” the hero sneered. They felt heat in their cheeks, spreading until it reached their neck mercilessly.

In this line of work, these feelings could lead to complications. And the villain knew that. They were toying with the hero’s feelings, pushing and forcing until their nemesis would become a little troublemaker themselves. It was difficult not to admire the persistency. It was even more difficult not to be attracted to the dedication.

If the hero was more outgoing, they would probably ask them at some point.

“If you beg nicely,” the villain said, tone suggestively alluring. The hero frowned and was ready to make a half-heartedly snarky remark. However, they choked on their words when they recognised motion in their periphery.

For a brief second the hero thought their cover was blown. Two lieutenants approached them and the hero — being pressed to the wall by the villain — looked anything but like a professional soldier.

Without thinking about it, they grabbed the villain’s wrist and squeezed it hard. The villain didn’t get the signal (or maybe they did and were fond of sabotage) and continued to gawk at the hero’s lips. One of the lieutenants snorted when they came closer.

“Back in line,” they barked, staring down the villain in disgust once they stood next to them. Holy fuck, the hero’s heart started racing. C’mon, we don’t need to go undercover. You and me could blow up this whole place in seconds.

The villain’s words reverberated in their mind in hopes of finding comfort. It did little to nothing.

A frightening authority surrounded the lieutenants but the hero was certain the villain couldn’t have cared less about someone’s rank in the military.

Speaking of the devil, the villain pushed themselves off the wall and angled their chin, curious what the lieutenant would do next. Everything inside the hero stilled and anxiety took over. This wasn’t gonna end well.

Despite being shorter by a minimal amount, the lieutenant managed to make it seem like they were eye to eye with the villain. As their eyes narrowed, their brows furrowed, the lieutenant was surely gonna chop the villain in half.

Two lieutenants, covered in weapons. A hero and a villain who were probably working terribly together. Security cameras everywhere in a tight and claustrophobic hall. Provoking the superiors would lead to anger, would lead to conflict, would lead to their cover being exposed…

Most fights the hero won because of luck.

“Yes, lieutenant,” the villain said. It sounded somewhat respectful and made the hero calm down. “They manage to put me and this one—” they pointed with their thumb at the hero “—on the same patrol every time. Tension’s too much sometimes.”

The hero blushed and the lieutenant was about to explode. Thank god, the other lieutenant — the hero could’ve kissed them — was much more indifferent and took over the conversation.

“Fucking new cadets…” they sighed and rolled their eyes. “Piss off and finish your patrol.”

Clearing their closed throat, the hero straightened their posture and answered with a numb “yes, lieutenant.” The villain did something similar.

With a last degrading look, the first lieutenant judged the villain. Reminding the hero of a guard dog that was trained to kill. Holy shit, despite having superpowers, the hero was sure they’d lose in battle against them. Eventually the guard dog followed their colleague, huffing and mumbling insults under their breath.

The villain didn’t look pleased when the hero urged them to go away. The hero nearly got them to turn around and just when the hero thought the danger was gone, the villain took a step into the wrong direction.

Into the direction of the superiors.

“Lieutenant,” they said. “Your SR-25 is missing the suppressor.”

Shut the fuck up. The hero’s eyes widened.

“We’re supposed to carry guns with suppressors when we’re indoors. The echoes of potential shots could damage the auditory canal.”

From the angle they were looking at the villain, they could see the smirk again.

“It’s poorly cleaned, too. That’s not a good example you’re setting for cadets, is it?”

#researching for writing feels illegal #ngl I’m shipping the lieutenants #writing snippet #heroxvillain prompt #heroxvillain snippet #heroes and villains #hero #villain #heroxvillain #hero x villain #request #an answer for an ask

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newtonsheffield · 9 months

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Another great update! 🫶🏻 Joan and Harold were absolutely hysterical. Do they meet Kate and Anthony again on another flight? I bet Joan would be elated to learn that they are together. Actually, Anthony should thank her because Joan told him first to tell Kate about his feelings. Even though, at that time, he hadn't thought he had any feelings towards Kate.

That’s one of the reasons I wanted to introduce Joan and Harold, apart from the fact that if this was happening on my flight I’d be obsessed with it. I love hearing the flight attendants gossip amongst themselves. Don’t know anyone that they’re talking aboutI just want to know 389% of everything going on.

But imagine Anthony seeing Joan file onto the flight, Harold in tow and Anthony sees his chance. He picks up the phone, calling the cockpit and snatching Edwina’s wrist as she passes to hold her in place.

“Everything alright babe?”

Anthony ignored the flutter in his chest at the endearment, “This could have been anyone, Captain Sharma, I’m appalled.”

“If you’re holding me here while you flirt with my sister, I’ll knee you in the balls.” Edwina hissed, “The love of my life is marrying someone else!”

Anthony waved her off as Kate chuckled, “Literally no one else ever calls me before we even take off. Do you want me to whisper in your ear Mr Bridgerton?”

“I just wondered if you wanted to have some fun this flight?”

Kate chuckled, “Quick reminder, honey, that Sophie can hear you asking me to meet you in the first class bathroom.”

“Not like that.” Anthony rolled his eyes, “Your sister’s trying to knee me in the balls.”

“He’s torturing me!”

“Just… make up something to be angry at me about in your announcement and I’ll do the rest.” Anthony rolled his eyes, jerking his head in the direction of 4D where Joan had seated herself. Edwina’s eyes lit up and she sighed.

“Finally something good happening.”

“I’m sure I’ll think of something.” Kate chuckled. “Okay, I have to fly this thing, the tower’s yelling in Sophie’s ear. Love you.”

“Yeah, me too.” Anthony hung up the phone, turning to Edwina, “Go for your life.”

Edwina slammed shut one of the drawers. “Anthony, honestly! You can’t just play with people’s lives like this! She really cares about you!”

“Oh my god, Harold! It’s them!”

Anthony bit back a grin and sighed, “It’s really complicated, Edwina!”

“It’s not! Sort yourself out!” And she strode off down the aisle clutching a blanket.

anthony watched Joan’s eyes following him intently as he strapped himself in for take off and he almost saw her jump out of her seat with excitement when Kate’s voice crackled over the PA

“Good Afternoon Ladies and Gentleman this is Captain Kate Sharma from the flight deck. Sitting to my right I have the lovely, if not slightly in denial First Officer Sophie Beckett and We’ll be taking you through to Singapore today. In the cabin today we’ve got an excellent crew, my sister Edwina who’s looking for a rebound, any eligible ladies please present yourself to Cabin manager, Anthony Bridgerton. Anthony who has refused to go to my Mother’s birthday party this weekend, even though he knew how hurtful that would be. And he never picks up his underpants!

Anthony hid his smile as he prepared the drinks trolley and Joan let out a loud gasp. “Ugh She wants more from the relationship! Harold!”

“Why are you so invested in this?!”

Mary’s birthday had been last week actually, he’d arrived with his arm around Kate’s shoulders and sat side by side with her Poppy all night.

“She’s a good girl, Anthony. I promised her Appa I’d look out for her when he passed away. But I don’t need to protect her from you, do I?”

“No Mr Sharma, Absolutely not.”

As the flight wore on Joan watched him more and more closely as Edwina nudged him viciously down the aisle with her cart.

“You’re laying it on a little thick.” Anthony hissed

“Chicken or Fish?” Edwina smiled at Joan who was watching them carefully. She turned back to Anthony, “Anthony here will get you a drink! Careful though, he likes promising people exactly what they want and then not following through!”

“Edwina, I told you before: It’s not that I don’t want to meet your Mum!”

“You won’t even admit that her son is yours!”

A collective gasp went through the passengers closest and Joan took a shuddering breath. “Oh there’s a child involved.”

There’s a corgi puppy involved, Anthony sighed internally, Who keeps chewing my shoes.

“That’s very complicated, Edwina!”

“Fine!”

It was clear that Joan was hanging around again, at the end of the flight, watching them closely as they packed away the meal services and went about the rest of the flight and finally, Anthony felt it was time for the big moment.

He snatched up the phone and cleared his throat as the PA crackled on.

“Attention, Ladies and Gentlemen! This is a message for Captain Kate Sharma.”

He could see Joan throw her headphones off, leaning forward in her seat.

“Kate, I love you! I love you, and I know that Newton’s my son, I don’t care what your Auntie says, I’m not too short for you! I love you!”

The cockpit door swung open dramatically and Kate appeared, her eyes dancing with delight as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a deep kiss.

“Very dramatic.” Kate whispered against his lips as Joan erupted into applause. “Guess you’re stuck with me now.”

“Apparently.”

#mile high #kathony #anthony x kate #kate sharma #kate sheffield #anthony bridgerton #molly’s asks and answers

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wendyslegalwife · 3 months

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Could you please write a Wendy x femreader fluff!(I’ve been so obsessed with her these days)

I’d love to see a cute story of how reader and Wendy’s first kiss was like🫶!!

Entitled: My heart went, boop!

Wendyxfemreader

Warnings: maybe slight angst?

Genre: fluff

✸ Both of you have been the bestest of friends since elementary days, wendy was one of the popular girls meanwhile you were the quiet academic achiever. You both became friends because of a special science project, you were paired by your science teacher to be with wendy and that's when it all started of the two of you being the best buddies.

During Freshman year, both of you were rocking throughout the whole school year having high grades, awards, and even the topping the whole class! By your help wendy couldn't have done all of this without you and your kind heart. She would always treat you with lots of foods, plushies, and all the things you could think of. Despite refusing her offers she always insisted with an honest heart which made you feel happy.

One day you were both at your favorite area in the school, it was only the two of you who knew this spot which was perfect. "Yah y/n you know I think we should try something different?" You looked deep into her eyes, "owh and what is that wannie?" Wendy blushed lightly. "Yah! Kim y/n! you really have to stop calling me that.." You smiled at her adorable face. "Why is it because you like it?, owh what is that! Your blushing wannie.."

Wendy pouted and crossed her arms feeling annoyed yet she loves the nickname you gave for her, wannie, wannie. It just keeps ringing in her head she loves it whenever you call her "wannie". "Ugh whatever! anyways I wanted to hangout with you after school today, would you like to go to my house?"

You nodded, "Yes I'd love that wannie, but will your parents be home?" Wendy shook her head "nope they're not home they will be out of town for a month so I have to be responsible for myself." "Aww you poor thing no more mommy or daddy's credit card to use hm?" You laughed softly as she stared at you in pure disbelief, "well they left some cash at least.. But no more shopping for me"

✦–—— ✣ Time Skip ✣ ——–✦

School was finally finished, at last the both of you were finally able to do whatever you'd like, history class really made you joyful and energized. As for wendy she was sleeping the whole entire class which she was lucky enough not being caught because a book was covering her face.

Wendy linked arms with you as you both walk out of class, you unlocked your bicycle and so did wendy together you both drove out of school the fresh breeze brushing against your soft skin. It took about a 6-10 minute drive to Wendy's house, you both parked your bicycles inside the garage before you both sat down comfortably on the couch.

Wendy huffed, "Waahh! Finally school is over, what do you want to do y/n?" You looked at her with a grin. "I actually been wanting to go to the beach near my home, it's a pretty long road but still it's worth it. The sunset there is beautiful." "Yeah sure! Let me go grab something from my room first.."

Wendy hurriedly entered her room going through her drawers before finding the gift she's been wanting to give to you, she sat down close to you and smiled happily as she handed you the present. "Surprise! Happy birthday y/n!" Your eyes widened with surprise and happiness, "Thank you so much wannie-ya! Hmm I wonder what is it?"

You slowly opened the gift by untying the beautiful pink ribbon and unwrapping the paper, there you see a big adorable plushie it was my melody! That one plush you've been wanting for so long, you couldn't earn for it since you had to focus on earning for your tuition fees. "O-oh my wannie, it's the plush I've been telling you for so long aww.." You felt a tear in your eye, "Thank you very much wannie, it's beautiful.." "You're always welcome y/n, anything for my sweet girl and also I bought the kuromi one so we can match our plushies." Wendy then showed her kuromi plush happily to you with a wide smile on her face.

"It's so precious, they're just like us! Besties!" Wendy forced a slightly weak smile on her face hearing you say that word. "Besties" only if you knew how much she loved you more than a friend, you mean so much to her more than you knew but she didn't know the right timing to tell you so. "Yes! Besties.." A weak forced voice came out of Wendy's throat.

"Well let's go to the beach now? We can't miss the beautiful sunset" "Yes let's go now.."

Both of you went out and unlocked your bicycles, before driving out going to the nearest beach which was a long road to drive on but it was worth the wait. After driving for what felt like an hour you both arrived at the beach.

You both ran towards the beach, running and laughing happily like there's no tomorrow. "Yah y/n don't run there! You might slip and fall.." "No no I won't!" Wendy felt worried so she decided to run to you but then she accidentally slips making her fall ontop of you. "Ah wannie are you okay?" You looked at her feeling worried. Before wendy could respond she shook her head and stood up, she pulled you up and laughed awkwardly.. "Haha yeah I'm fine.. Sorry.." "No it's fine wannie I'm okay don't worry.. Let's just sit down here and watch the sunset."

You both sat down side by side on the sand, she laid her head on your shoulder as the sun slowly goes down. "The moon is beautiful isn't it?" Wendy spoke softly. "What silly! There's no moon yet, there's still a sun.." Wendy lifted her head up looking at your beautiful face, "I know there isn't a moon.. But there is you." You tilted your head to the side and pouted curiously. "Hmm what does that mean?"..

Wendy didn't speak, she just stared at you as if she we're being pulled into a different dimension, into the abyss, into the unknown.. Finally she took the courage to hold your face onto the palm of her hands before pulling closer and slowly kissing you.. So passionate so heavenly.. At first you felt weird but eventually you gave in and closed your eyes enjoying the kiss. As you we're both kissing the sun slowly went down as the moon rises 🌙.

You slowly pulled back from the kiss creating a pop sound, "w-woah.." Wendy looked down in embarrassment, she covers her face with her hands as she blushes intensely.. "Hey why so shy wannie? You were actually good.."

"I am? Really?.." "Yeah you are, that was really nice.." Wendy pouted. "W-wanna go again?" You gave her a side eye, "you really enjoyed doing that huh?" Wendy immediately got annoyed, she was indenial that she didn't enjoyed kissing you. "N-no! Why would I enjoy that.."

Oh, one more thing your birthday happens to be February 14, 1996 which is valentines day. "You do realize it's valentines right?" You asked wendy, "y-yes I know.. I-I like you.. So much.. D-do you like me back?" Wendy asked nervously, her hands trembling in fear of rejection. You held her soft hands and whispered "I like you too wannie.. Your my world, my sunshine, my love, my darling, and my everything."

Wendy's eyes was filled with tears of joy, she hugged you tightly as if she never wanted to let go of you.. Just wanting to keep you close forever and ever.. "I-I love you so much y/n!.. Happy birthday and valentines day.."

"Happy valentines to you too wannie.. I'm looking forward to our future together." You held onto each other till she fell asleep in your arms.

The end... - wendylegalwife🩵🩵

#wendyanswers #request #wendyxfemreader #wlw #fluff #red velvet

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haleyboook · 2 years

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Million Dollar man

Over the years I never anticipated such a crowd at our first movie premiere together as an “official” couple. It’d always have been us showing up to the events in separate cars leading the paparazzi to believe we were nothing more than friends.

Being introduced to one another through both our acting in the newer aged Star Wars. My character, Eden, being Rey’s best friend. Oscar calls it a Chewie and Han sorta friendship.

I find it adorable he calls it that

But here we are, actually allowing the paparazzi to know we’re together. God it’s terrifying. Oscar squeezes my hand, guiding me down the red carpet towards the oncoming cameras.

His thumb grazes the top of my hand, easing a small amount of my nerves.

We come to a stop and his arm snakes around the hip of my red dress. His smile catching me as I look over to him

“No smile?”

I roll my eyes as I say “Not everyone’s as comfortable in front of cameras as you are, Mr. Estrada.”

He nudges me saying “Oh how you say my name.. it just sounds so nicely hearing you roll those r’s.”

“I had an excellent teacher.”

The paparazzi shout “Oscar! Y/N! Are you two here together?”

Oscar nods saying “You guys can perceive it as you please. We are just here in support of a friends directorial debut.”

“Y/N! Is Oscar a good boyfriend!”

“Y/N how old are you!”

“Y/N how long have you known Oscar?”

My eyes widen and I’m caught off guard as Oz begins to graze the skin on my arm lightly. The stubble from his beard skimming over my skin in the nicest ways as he presses his lips to multiple points on my arm

My hand reaches for his face and I hold his cheek in my hand, reciprocating my thankfulness.

Oscar says “Wait until you guys see her in the new dc superhero movies. Spoiler, she’s the new wonder woman. Only wonder woman to steal my heart.”

Quickly we move along the carpet and I pinch Oscar’s side annoyed with him “you just lied your ass off. Oscar they’re going to never leave me alone about it now. I think I’d pass out if they used me to replace Gal Gadot. I adore her but I am so out of my league if I was to play Wonder Woman.”

He shrugs saying “Had to throw them off, I agree, Gal Gadot is good an all but you could easily replace her if you wanted to.”

“I’m busy enough with all of your antics.”

He smiles as we enter the cinema “you wouldn’t like it any other way.”

“Oh! Look! Pedro!” Quickly I slide away from Oscar as he groans. He mutters “I’ve got a girlfriend obsessed with pedro when he’s obsessed with me.. ugh..”

I smile as I hug Pedro saying “How’s filming?”

“Could ask you the same. Mando and Eden should have a cameo in each show.”

I scoff and say “I think Oscar would rather eat squirrel than not be the first cameo in my show.”

He laughs and says “You say that like you’ve been offered squirrel before.”

Oscar approaches saying “Her second great aunt offered me it when I met her family. I think the laugh coming out of my mouth when they offered and Y/N’s shocked look was enough for them to continue to despise me.”

I groan and say “She was struggling with dementia and you insulted her.”

“You could have warned me! You told me every last detail about your parents and sister but nothing about a senile old lady who’d try to force feed me grilled squirrel.”

Pedro laughs and I shake my head. Pedro asks “I didn’t know you were so country... so yeehaw. Yeehaw Y/N. Yeah.. you’re stuck with that for now.”

I look to Oscar and then respond “I was born in California. Moved around while my father was in the military. Aunt Renee was just crazy and now she has dementia.”

Oscar narrows his eyes saying “She scared me. That’s what.”

Pedro says “Oscar afraid of old ladies. Highlight of my day. I’ll make sure to send them all your way.”

I smile and say “Maybe he’ll swoon them all to dancing with him like he did with my mother.”

Pedro’s eyes widen and he says “You flirted with her mother?”

“I was being polite!”

Pedro says “He brought out the latin dance moves didn’t he?”

Oscar scoffs and Pedro says “I knew it!”

Oscar sighs saying “It wasn’t my intention to make her mother fall in love with me.” He attempts to shimmy away from us, shimmying his hips and making me laugh as he tosses his hand out towards me

Pedro smiles saying “Look at those Latin hips move!”

I shake my head and accept his hand as he pulls me forward. Spinning me into his arms and dipping me suddenly as we dance to the non existent music.

I laugh as he begins to hum some old show tune, and just like that I fall in love with him all over again.

“Oscar Isaac Hernandez Estrada, you are a million dollar man. I love you more than anything.”

He blushes and says “I’m honored?”

I laugh and he kisses me mumbling “I love you more than Pedro and that’s a lot.”

first fic whoooo

#oscar isaac #pedro pascal #oscar isaac x reader #oscar isaac one shot #oscar issac hernandez estrada #oscar isaac hernandez estrada #everyone's spelling his name wrong so I'm putting both #i adore him #oscar issac x actress reader #oscar issac x reader

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psalacanthea · 2 months

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WiP Wednesday

its tabletop night, so here, have this. I need to stop looking at it tho, must purge the durgetash brainrot for the night so I can try to murder my players effectively.

A little bit of my Durge Belladonna being a weird freak at Gortash, more of which can be found here on my AO3!

"Is she still alive, my dear Belladonna?”

Belladonna blinked, tilting her head to stare down at Enver. He took the wine back from her hand, their fingers brushing. Reflexively her hand withdrew the instant they touched. Her attention drifted back to Lady Janneth, still lying sprawled on the bed, under the blanket. Oh, he thought she’d–

“Why would I kill your toys?” she asked, attention drawn back to him as he sipped the wine. Ugh, the hair. Her eyes kept being drawn back, obsessively. “It’s only a sleep spell.”

“Why would you follow me to my lover’s home, watch me bed her, and then sneak into the still-occupied bed to read her diary? Every conclusion a sane man would draw from your actions would offend you deeply.”

“Then don’t say it,” she said blandly.

“Why did you follow me?” Enver was staring at her with the intensity of a man who expected eye contact.

What a pointless question. “To see where you were going.”

“Why did you enter the room?”

“Again, to see where you were going. And then I was eavesdropping. While I was doing that, the door was closed, thus trapping me within. To answer your next three very pointed questions.”

“You can’t convince me that you don’t have a dozen ways you could have escaped, Belladonna.”

She shifted her weight, uncrossing and re-crossing her legs, table pressing into the back of her thigh. “You only use the name you made up for me this often when you’re truly annoyed. I didn’t know you would care. You’ve seen me have sex several times.”

“Depending on the definition of the word, that may not be entirely true. In my mind, sex involves at least two willing participants.”

“Yes, the con man and the dupe.”

Enver laughed quietly, giving up the facade of being angry with her. Yes, he was irritated, but she’d noticed he very rarely was angry. At least not with her. He reached for the other wine-stained glass, poured from a pitcher of water into it, swirled it until the wine had all turned the water pink. Then he dumped it out on the floor. “Your standards of behavior are not at all normal, my dear Bhaalspawn, did you know that?”

“What exactly is wrong with wanting to know where people are going?” she inquired, wondering why he thought it was all right to pour water on the floor. Was that what he meant by behavior standards?

He poured her clean water into the glass and offered it over, stem tucked between his fingers. She accepted it, dipping her finger into the liquid and wiping off the rim. It still didn’t feel clean even despite the lack of smudges, so she just held it.

He leaned forward in his chair, staring up at her with a critical air and a relaxed posture. “Anyone else would have stopped me in the street, said hello, and asked where I was off to.”

“That would be a waste of the man I’d killed three alleys over,” she said, glancing down as he leaned a little closer, chin on his hand. And then she immediately averted her eyes before she was upset again.

“Do you do this often?”

“Yes? I must practice what I preach, after all, or I would not be much of a leader. Much like yourself. Following and watching people is an important part of being a successful killer.”

“I meant to me, not– why won’t you look at me?”

“Your hair is a mess and it makes me want to scalp you,” she admitted without even a moment’s pause to consider if she’d offend him. By now she knew he wouldn’t be.

“Thank you for your self-control. I’ll fix it right away. Hold this for me.”

Puzzled, she extended her hand by rote, and he dropped something into it as he rose. Heavy and still warm from his finger, the massive diamond ring he’d handed her was the one she’d watched Wisteria slide onto his finger. It was shiny and all, she supposed.

“Why give this to me?”

“I wanted to see your reaction to it,” he replied with another chuckle, crossing the floor to what seemed to be a dressing table and a desk in one. “You don’t care about such things, do you?”

“I’ve seen larger and shinier stones. I usually give them to Orin to play with if they’re not worthy of the coffers. Children like toys." Though Orin was always terribly ungrateful for it; but that was a youngest child for you. Always yelling about not being your sibling and trying to stab you. "I don’t handle money, that’s beneath me. You seemed quite enamored of it.”

“Not of it, my dearest Belladonna. Of what it is. That ring is worth more than this entire house!” He sounded quite satisfied. Gloating was one of Enver’s biggest vices, she’d learned. It didn’t bother her to be his audience for a bit of smugness, as she was quite often when he was feeling self-important.

And he was always feeling self-important.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #wip wednesday #durgetash #durge x gortash #durge: Belladonna #weirdest little freak ever stands over you invisible while you fuck #and yet you still want her #who's the freak here gort

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astriddestelle · 6 months

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The way I was obsessed with enemies to lovers/rivals to lovers as a kid 😭😭😭 my top pairings growing up ranked. Canon/Fanon included.

Can you tell I’ve been on a nostalgic rewatch.

1. Logan/Quinn from Zoey 101. The OG teenbop enemies to lovers omg I stan. When they pronounced their love for each other at the season finale at the prom, screaming crying throwing up. The way they get together is so random lmao he calls her hot and they kiss then Michael rides by on a horse like what? But the pay off and ending was so *chefs kiss*

2. Courtney/Duncan from TDI. They were everything to me and Cartoon Network ruined it. First season the bantering, the flirting. When I tell you I was hooked. The scream I scrumpt when they finally kissed (also me didn’t she just throw up but whatever I guess) then she left and it was all downhill from there.

3. Rose/Jake from ADJL. The Romeo and Juliet of this paring needs to be studied. They were so down bad for each other. When Jake found out she was huntsgirl then when she found out. Their first kiss being right before she had to ‘kill’ him for sport in an arena. Her giving up her life to keep him and his family safe, him giving up her to keep her safe. 😭😭😭 they don’t make em like they used too

4. Draco/Harry from HP. The ship that started it all. Before this I’d never read a slash fic before is it even still called that. Anyways this right here is my longest going ship I’m still into only reason it’s not higher is that I love the other ones more. You get so many variations of this, from the super toxic fic, to the I’ve always secretly loved you, to the meet up after the war is over and so on and so forth. Ugh I love it. There’s like 50,000 fics of them on a03 and I know I’ve read like half at least 🤣

5. Zuko/Katara from Avatar. My second non canon ship on here. When I tell you I was obsessed with them. Sigh then I discovered other fandoms and by the time I came back to them I was just done. Which I think comes fromm just not being as much of a Zuko fan anymore. This ship was gold, tho, I mean come on I’ll save you from the pirates how can I not. The way he jumped in front of her (obviously he’d do the same for everyone but like listen it ate down bad) the whole crystal caverns episode was fuel to the fire, the writers/creators knew what they were doing

6. Jake/Miley from Hannah Montana. Another OG omg she hated him so much. The flirty the snark then they had to kiss and both of em were like oh hot damn. They were so cute together and I will forever hate Disney for making her choose Jake just for him to cheat on her like what was the reason. What was the reason 😭😭

7. Alejandro/Heather from TDI. Woo child buckle up. This is one of those slowburns cause it’s not until like a quarter in to the season you’re like hold up. Are they going where I think they’re going and then they did. I don’t like the ending cause seriously wtf was the point. But the lead up and bruh the stuck in a hole song I still sing that on a daily. They were literally made for each other.

8. Chad/Sonny from Sonny with a Chance: one thing about Disney they ate down when it comes to enemies to lovers, or annoyance to like, whatever you wanna call it. Chad Dylan Cooper and Sonny omg the drama was beautiful, they hated each other so much and when they started dating I bout passed out. Lol they were so hilarious together I miss it.

9. Raven/Beastboy from TT. This and next two aren’t super enemies to lovers, more live annoyances or belligerent sexual tension. But I really was obsessed with this, like I was the girl reading Terra bashing fics 😭😭 they were so cute, the Beast Within was ship gold, Nevermore, the fact that she holds onto to the penny he gives her when she ‘dies’ and oh he only turns into the Beast again to protect her from Slade and never again. Beautiful

10. Jimmy/Cindy from JN. They may have only been nine but sheesh the rivalry to lovers or in this case crushes was intense. Cindy was down bad since day one but she hid that shit so well. The Valentine’s Day episode still makes me giggle like a kid. And the last episode where they’re legit just straight up flirting with each other I can not. When she almost confesses when he’s the orange hulk. So cute.

Honarary mentions:

Jinx/Kid Flash from TT. They were cute but I hated it solely for the fact that it shoulda been me 😭😭🤧🤧

Sam/Freddie from icarly. Ok so I used to love this one and as I got older, Sam was just so fucking mean that I couldn’t ship like damn. At some point it’s not cute anymore, it’s just down right abusive, early seasons yes, later seasons where they’re actually together no.

Bakugo/Deku simply cause some days I think it’s cute other days I hate it

Mindy and Josh from Drake and Josh. Cute and amusing but didn’t care for em much.

Bailey and Code from Suite Life on Deck see above.

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12 Days of Ficmas - Day 8

Prompt (by @12-days-of-ficmas): my family is coming for christmas but i didn’t want to tell you bc i thought they’d cancel and yeah they don’t know we live together

Word Count: 719

Story Description: (Y/N)'s family is flaky at best, and expecting them to visit for Christmas was not something they were looking forward to. Until they confirmed they would be visiting them. Only problem, (Y/N)'s boyfriend Derek doesn't know them and they don't know they're living together.

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Pairing: Derek Hale x NonBinary!Reader

A/N: i was gonna post yesterday on time but I was too tired and went to bed rather than finish the story so once again I'm off schedule (but at least I'm posting😬) I will try to get the other one out, but it's my birthday so I don't know when I'll have a chance.

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One thing Derek Hale was adept at was not talking about his family. Which is why he never pushed the topic. Even entering a whole year with (Y/N). He was simply grateful they were by his side.

Though, there were times he felt like they were ashamed of him and that was the reason they had never introduced him to their family. Still, he didn’t feel it was his place to bring it up. They were happy enough together and he didn’t want to ruin it.

As the Christmas season started to make itself known, Derek noticed (Y/N) growing restless. They were hyper-fixated on cleaning their home, overstocking their food, and setting up their Christmas decorations perfectly. It was an obsessive behavior he had never seen before in them.

Even when hunting and fighting supernatural creatures, (Y/N) was always level headed, astute, and they never let their guard down. But as they ran from side to side, fixing things no one else would have thought were wrong, he couldn’t help but wonder what was going on behind their actions.

They were stress cleaning the bathroom with a toothbrush one morning, kneeling on the floor, sweat forming on their forehead.

“(Y/N), what are you doing?” Derek asked leaning against the doorframe. “You’ve been stressed out these past few weeks and I know it’s not because of the pack coming over on Christmas.”

“It’s nothing, babe. I just need to clean up. Make sure everything is perfect. “

“Why though?” he chuckled. “It’s not like they would honestly care.”

“Ugh!” (Y/N) yelled out. “Okay, look. My family is coming over for Christmas.”

“R-really?”

“Yeah. They were gonna come on the first week of December, but I knew they were gonna flake, so I didn’t tell you.” They finally confessed. It felt like a weight had lifted from their shoulders. And now that they had started, they continued. “And they did cancel, so I just let it be. But they called me and told me they were going to be here for Christmas week. Now I gotta make sure this place is rid of anything they can criticize because they honestly will judge even the tiniest speck of dust.”

Derek was shocked. It was the first time (Y/N) had spoken about their family freely. Normally, they would avoid the topic, focusing on anything but that.

“So, I’m finally gonna meet the family,” he grinned. “Never thought I’d see the day.”

“Honestly, neither did I. They don't even know we live together.”

“Did you, um… did you not want them to meet me?” he finally said, his true feeling sprouting out.

“Oh, god no,” (Y/N) was quick to respond. “I didn’t want you to meet them.”

“Why not?”

“Look, I love my family. I do,” they continued. “And though I know they mean well, they are a very – how do I put this – a quite rowdy bunch that can offend just about anyone. They can get on your nerves very quickly, and I didn’t want you to look at me differently because of them.”

With a smile on his face, he extended his arm and propped them onto their feet. He wrapped his arms around them, engulfing them tightly. He placed a kiss atop their head and chucked slightly.

“I could never judge you for who your family is. I’ve had my fair share of embarrassing family members,” he spoke against their hair. “If I had any say, you would have never met Peter. But our families don’t define us, babe. And I’ll do the best I can to help you through this week.”

“Why couldn’t they have come on thanksgiving?” (Y/N) whined against his chest, letting out a deep sigh. They were frustrated, tired, and nervous. Feelings that always arose when speaking to and about their family. “Maybe we should just say we have no space here. You think they’ll cancel again?”

“I promise I won’t let them bother you,” Derek told them before giving them a comforting kiss. “We’ll get through this Christmas together, babe. I’ll help you with your family, and you’ll help me get through a whole night with the pack here.”

“Thank you, Der. I love you.”

“I love you more.”

Maybe, just maybe that would be their best Christmas yet.

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