Summary: Following Hvitserk’s exile to almost certain death in the winter wildness after nearly being burnt at the stake by Bjorn, Ubbe must make a choice.
Ana, please, this was such a lovely fic It’s really frigging warm here, but you managed to make me feel the cold like I was right there with them. Srsly love everything about this and I’m so so glad you managed to finish this fic, because we desperately need fix-it fics like this left you a slightly longer comment on AO3 xD
Gatekeeper mentions Sharena a few times in his dialogue’s and I think it’s cute that Sharena not just talks to him so much but also seemed to have a genuine interest in him even before his summoning. So I now dub them BESTIES~!♥ (Not a ship btw, but feel free to see it as such? idk)
I’m enjoying this a lot! (I haven’t felt so motivated to draw after work in so long.)
Pairing | Taehyung x Reader Genre | Fluff, smut, angst / College!AU, enemies to lovers!AU, football!AU, jock!Taehyung x student reporter!OC Warnings | Explicit language, sarcastic banter, dirty talk, blowjob, facefucking, eating out, cumplay, cum-dumpster, fingering, rough sex, slight dom!tae, spanking, degradation, unprotected sex, ass-pining, tae has the phattest ass and dick but wbk Summary | Life has its ways of fucking with you, but you know you’ve hit 50 feet below rock bottom after being tasked to do a profile feature on Kim Taehyung, the varsity football captain, for your school newspaper. Pure torment awaits you, but this is alongside glassy eyes, pink cheeks and conflicted feelings that you’ve never dared to imagine with the likes of the devil incarnate. Word count |19.6k
“What a surprise, you’re alive.”
It is exactly that fake enthusiasm and subtle mirthful nuance that’s too familiar to your liking that gives rise to the arch of your eyebrow. You don’t even need to look up at the owner of the voice to picture the shit-eating smirk that belongs to none other than your editor-in-chief-slash-best-friend, Min Yoongi. Such morbid greetings have been long established as an inside joke between the two of you due to the peculiar sense of humour that you two share.
This is just how he likes to start his mornings. Being the systematic person he is, he has his own morning routine in the newsroom. Regardless of the pile of work on his desk, he’ll first make a beeline for his first cup of coffee of the day, after which he will come sauntering your way to provoke you with his laundry list of snarky remarks – about work, being tired, being alive and dead, about how bureaucracy sucks, the negative sides of capitalism and what not. Well, you two share a deep-seated sense of misanthropy so albeit provocative, his laments are refreshing in the morning – a literal morning boost of positivity from negativity.
“Not for long buddy,” you shrug, looking up from your laptop and your eyes land on Yoongi, who looks just as dead.
“I barely slept last night – was busy rushing my essays. Essays, might I repeat. So it would be great if you don’t have much for me today, although I know you have a kink for torturing me.”
At this, the edges of his lips curl up and you instantly register the meaning behind the sinister smile: your impending doom.
“I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I do have something for my most talented and gung-ho reporter and best friend.”
“Kindly elaborate,” you smile back acrimoniously, squinting your eyes in distrust.
“It involves a profile feature of a popular varsity athlete.”
An involuntary groan escapes your lips almost instantly. Athletes are the worst people to interview.
“That’s not even the worst part yet. As we’re celebrating the 50th anniversary of our publication this year, we’ll be doing a special spread on honorary members of the school, including club presidents, captains and valedictorians. Oh, which reminds me – maybe I should feature myself for being the most overworked Editor-In-Chief because this publication is sucking my entire soul, but anyway, I digress.”
He brings up his mug to his lips. It’s only 10am, but you wonder how many cups he has had, eyeing the pallor of his face.
“I’ve already assigned the other reporters their respective targets for the lack of a better word, and left the toughest nut for you to crack,” he grins smugly and that’s when it hits you.
Clocking you square in the face.
“Yoongi, no you didn—”
“Yoongi,yes,” his smirk widens at your aghast expression, “A profile feature on Kim Taehyung, for my most talented and hardworking reporter.”
Summary: Bucky is the young CEO of his family’s publishing house. A year into the role and working his ass off, he’s finally taking a much needed vacation (upon the advice of his well-meaning family and friends).
Solo and feeling a little lost, Bucky finds himself getting a little attached to the front desk receptionist, a local who grew up on the islands and dreams of bigger things.
A/N:I’m still figuring some things out (including how many total chapters there will be) so please see individual chapters for warnings. This is a slow burn so I can guarantee there will be fluffand some angst. This isn’t exactly an enemies-to-lovers fic, but they’re more of acquaintances-to-friends-to-lovers. Additionally, I don’t usually give specific ages for the reader or Bucky, but given where these two are in their lives, Bucky is 27 and the reader is similar in age, give or take a little. Finally, the islands were this is set are fictional and are not made to resemble any one specific place. The Bienville is named after a hotel in NOLA that I stayed at as a kid and fell in love with. If you’d like to be tagged as I release chapters, please let me know!
I’ve been reading this over the course of the last couple of days, in small breaks here and there. And I love it so much. The last couple of chapters felt so natural and organic in terms of their feelings. Just amazing!
THANK YOU SO MUCH! I have so much love for these two and their story too and I’m so grateful that you love them. Thank you for reading and for the lovely compliments ❤️❤️❤️
#YES YEEESSS YESSSSSS #THIS IS WHAT I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR #MAKE THEM PLAY STUPID GAMES FOR OUR ENTERTAINMENT #REMINISCING ABOUT THEIR TIME ON THE PREQUELS #ACTING LIKE TWO OLD MEN DEALING WITH THESE KIDS TODAY #AND HOW EWAN TOOK HAYDEN ON A MOTORCYLE RIDE #WHEREEWAN WAS THE SPEED DEMON AND HAYDEN WAS HOLDING ON FOR DEAR LIFE #TELLING STORIES ABOUT THEIR CHILDHOODS #WHILE THE OTHER IS JUST :D :D :D AT THEM #THEIR FRIENDSHIP IS ADORABLE #SUCH GREAT CHEMISTRY FOR THEIR CHARACTERS #AND YEAH THE PREQUELS ARE UNDERRATED #AND MORE DEFENDING THE JEDI MULLET #AS WE ALL SHOULD THAT HAIRSTYLE WAS PERFECTION #ANYWAY THIS IS ADORABLE #AND WE ALL NEEDED TO WATCH THESE TWO OLD MEN BE ADORABLE AT EACH OTHER BECAUSE THEY’RE FRIENDS
Summary:Cassian and Nesta struggle to fix all the broken pieces between them.
(Post ACOFAS. Spoilers. Slight NSFW).)
A/N: At long last, we’ve reached the end. Thanks for coming along for the ride.
It’s easy to break things. Putting them back together? That’s harder.
Cassian knows this better than anyone. It is one of the first lessons of combat. The second is that war is only the beginning. Treatises may signed. Accords may be struck. But to rebuild a new world in the wake of the old…
Has anyone ever done such a thing without bloodshed, without tears, without loss?
His thoughts lead him to Nesta—always Nesta. The most impossible mortal he has ever met. If anyone can alight the universe, it would be her. He knows it deep in his bones.
PHENOMENAL. Ugh I am so glad I saw this notification when I woke up. I’ve been going through some serious nessian withdrawal, but this saved me. Thank you Marie for writing such a masterpiece
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