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request(s): I really don’t need much, I just need sweet Lorenzo imagine. Like he takes care for sick/hurt Reader. Or she looks after him. Just pure emotional intimacy. That’s it. Thank you.

How about a Lorenzo one where the reader almost died while she was protecting him? Aaaaaangst with fluffy ending 

Ooooh, how about a Lorenzo one in which he knows the reader since they were children, but they hate each other. They end up being forced to marry (it could be because of political/economical reasons or they were caught in a compromising position idk) and one day something dramatic happens (like an assassination attempt idk) and they realise that they actually loved each other all along

please don’t plagiarize my work!

word count: 1,286

“Lorenzo!”

Your grip is tight on that of Lucrezia, pulling her in the direction of the Sacristy. She’s relentless in your grip, her hands outstretched desperately in the direction of Giuliano as her voice screams raw for her boy.

You ignore the racing of your heart and the tears that well in your eyes as you push Lucrezia in the Sacristy. You understand why she relents, you understand her need to get to Giuliano, but if you let her she will be killed and enough Medici had already died today and you weren’t about to let more. Shutting the door behind her, you mentally pray that Lucrezia will not attempt to ran after her boy again as you turn your head over your shoulder, eyes falling on that of Lorenzo.

He’s cornered by Francesco and two other men. Nori is racing towards Lorenzo, in hopes of helping, but his path is blocked by another. Eyes widening, you push off of the Sacristy doors, taking hesitant steps in the direction of Lorenzo.

After years of professing your hate for one another, cursing him and all the Gods above that forced you to marry him, you can’t help the fear lurching in your throat at the sight of Lorenzo’s neck, which is bleeding profusely. Every lunge Francesco or any of the other men take towards Lorenzo causes your heart to practically leap out of your throat, afraid – no, terrified – that they’ll get him. That they’ll kill him like they killed Giuliano.

“Lorenzo,” you screech, your voice pitching, “the Sacristy!”

“My boy! No!”

Whatever Lorenzo had been about to say is interrupted by Lucrezia, your eyes widening as she lunges towards Giuliano. You grab a hold of her once again, pulling her back and nearly tripping over your own feet as she struggles relentlessly against your grip.

“Get her in!” You hear Lorenzo screech, and you listen without fault, pulling Lucrezia once again in the direction of the Sacristy.

The moment she’s in you, you practically bleed with her; “stay here! I’m going to get Lorenzo and Giuliano!”

Once again, you rush towards Lorenzo, “Lorenzo, come on, the sacristy!”

He’s slips past the three that corner him, running towards the Sacristy and in your direction before he trips over his feet. You feel your heart plummet as Francesco is quick to run up to him, his knife raised threateningly as Lorenzo crawls backwards, his hand raised pleadingly. “Francesco,” he whispers, “Francesco, please.”

And you’re not sure why, because you have no experience in fighting whatsoever, but you cant’ stand the sight of Lorenzo on his back with a knife pointed at him. Even more so when you hear Jacopo scream at Francesco to kill Lorenzo.

So, without a second of hesitation, you rush forward, grabbing something mindlessly along the way. It ends up being a candle stick, and using the element of surprise to your advantage, you swing it towards Francesco, hitting him in the shoulder. It causes him to stumble back in surprise, and spinning, you grab Lorenzo by the arm, halting him up. You ignore his look of disbelief as you pull him in the direction of the Sacristy, yanking on him relentlessly.

But then, your path is blocked by one of Jacopo’s men. Like Francesco, he holds a knife before him threateningly, causing you and Lorenzo to shuffle back. You feel Lorenzo slip his hand into your own, his grip tight and nearly bruising as he gauges the man’s movements before you.

Then, you hear footsteps, and turning, you find Francesco up on his feet behind you, knife poised threateningly.

“Lorenzo,” you screech, pulling your husbands eyes on the threat that lies behind you.

For a moment, the two of you shuffle, anticipating either’s movements, and then Francesco is letting out a cry of roar and he lunges forward, obviously heading for Lorenzo. You use that to your advantage, shoving Lorenzo out of the way, causing Francesco’s knife to land directly into your shoulder, It tears a ear-piercing scream from your throat, the world darkening for a moment as your hand rips from Lorenzo’s, reaching out for your shoulder.

Arms catch you before you fall to the ground and you hear Lorenzo screeching out your name, pulling you back.

“Lorenzo!” 

It’s a different voice; in the middle of your pain, you recognize it as Nori calling out for Lorenzo. He must of cleared the path, because you feel Lorenzo shift slightly, picking you up in his arms and then he’s running, and before you know it, you’re in the Sacristy, Lucrezia’s sobbing and screams of panic the only thing you hear and the pain in your shoulder the only thing you feel.

Your skin is warm, clammy and you feel yourself being placed on the ground before Lorenzo is hovering over you, his eyes set straight on your shoulder.

“You left Giuliano? You left my boy?”

“I had to, mother,” Lorenzo cries, and your eyes fall shut as another wave of pain hits you. “Y/N–”

“I have to go back for him! I–I–”

“No, Lucrezia,” you hear Nori call out, undoubtedly holding Lucrezia back. “There is nothing we can do. He’s dead!”

Suddenly, there is a weight pressed against your shoulder and a scream leaves your lips. When you open your eyes, you find Lorenzo reaching over for the knife. “I have to pull it out,” he explains breathlessly, and you meet his watery eyes, assessing the tears that stream down his cheeks and the cut across his neck that is still bleeding. “Okay?”

You nod, and then, you’re hit by another wave of pain. It causes your body to tense, your muscles straining as Lorenzo instantly applies pressure to the wound, trying to stop the bleeding.

“My boy! My boy!”

As the pain fades, becoming more a dull ache, you hear the thumping against the Sacristy doors, Francesco and the others are still breaking in, no doubt trying to finish the job.

Your hand falls on Lorenzo’s, halting his movements. “I’m fine,” you pant, voice raw, “your mother–”

“You’re bleeding profusely,” Lorenzo dismisses, interrupting you. “If we don’t get you help, and soon, you’re going to die.”

“Lorenzo,” you call, “your brother–”

“I won’t let you die.”

Swallowing thickly, your eyes fall shut as Lorenzo brushes back the loose strands of hair that have clung to your sweaty forehead. Then, your eyes slowly flutter open, meeting Lorenzo’s who haven’t left your own. “It hurt,” you groan slightly, shifting as you feel a sharp pain flood your entire body.

“That was reckless,” Lorenzo breathes, “you could’ve–”

“I had to help you,” you cut off, shaking your head. “I couldn’t let you die like… like Giuliano.”

At the mention of his brother’s name, Lorenzo’s face twists and his body tenses. “I should’ve done more, I–… I should’ve listen, I–”

“There’s no way you could’ve known.”

Lorenzo falls silent at your words, and your eyes fall shut with discomfort as Lucrezia’s sobbing, the banging against the door and Nori’s pleads towards Lucrezia fade in your mind once more. It’s relentless, and your heart hasn’t stopped pounding relentlessly since this all begin.

“Thank you.”

You blink, your eyes falling on Lorenzo.

“Thank you for coming,” he continues, “if you hadn’t…”

Your hand falls on his cheek, interrupting him. “I did it because I love you.”

Your words shock Lorenzo at first. For so long, you’ve pretended that you hated Lorenzo. Ever since you were children, and now, after everything that happened, no longer could you deny how you truly felt.

Lorenzo doesn’t reply right away, but it doesn’t take him long before he realizes, after nearly and possibly loosing you, that he loves you too.

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1. people hating on writers and fics. writing is something we do for free and for fun. if you stumble upon a fanfic that isn't necessarily your cup of tea or you just don't like, scroll. dont read it. literally leave their page. you don't know if this could be the author's first work that they're so excited about, you dont know if the language they're writing in isn't their first language, you dont know that the writer could be a literal teen and loads of other reasons. fanfictions don't HAVE to be perfect. you write what you want to write because we do it for fun and enjoyment and we want to share that to the world. seriously, what is the wrong with that?..

2. x reader consumers getting WAY too entitled. the number of tiktoks i've seen that say "i run a strict program when it comes to reading fanfics." girl you aint running shit. this is FAN FICTION you're reading. F A N F I C T I O N. there is no denying that most fanfiction writes are beyond talented but just because you read one fanfic that exceeds your expectations doesn't give you the right to talk down on others that don't. people have their own personal writing style, their way of doing things and you talking shit on that isn't right.

at the end of the day, we are all humans, reading and writing is what we do and what we're meant to do. and for you to talk shit about a person WRITING is so insane. we are humans. not some robots that you can tell what to do so you can consume it.

i've seen so so many authors take down their fanfics and losing all motivation to write because of a hate comment. DONT LIKE DONT READ‼️

he’d have you lie on your back, guiding the flush pink of his glistening tip through your folds with an agonizing slowness, smearing pre-cum against your slick. every firm nudge against your puffy clit has both of you whimpering.

“fuck, you’re so wet for me,” he mutters, voice wrecked as he catches on your clenching entrance for the umpteenth time.

“j-just the tip, okay? i promise. i just need to feel you for a second.”

famous last words.

because the second your tight heat takes the first few inches of the head of his cock, his abs flex, eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks as a pathetic moan escapes him.

“i-i’m sorry—“ and he slides all the way in in one go until he’s buried to the hilt inside you, pelvis pressed firm against your clit. “shit, i’m sorry— i didn’t mean— you just feel so good.”

he doesn’t immediately start fucking you hard, just starts off with slow grinds. enough to make you claw at his shoulders and beg for him to go deeper <3

one night is all you wanted. one night he takes off patrolling to spend some time together, and it was going great at first! until tim was hunched over his laptop again.

you’d been watching him for twenty minutes now and couldn’t help but notice just how much more he’d been filling out his shirt.

just a plain black t-shirt, an old one he’s had for years, and it hugs his biceps a little tighter.

your eyes trail upward, sliding over the way his shoulders are starting to fill out more, the lean muscle shifting every time he reaches for his coffee or types away faster. the way his forearms have more definition.

in the most plain explanatory way: it gets you wet instantly.

the type of wet where you have to slip off to your shared room, lights off, only a fraction of moonlight filling the room, as you crawl onto the bed.

no time to get undressed, you lie on your stomach and reach a hand into your panties, already soaked, and sink a finger between your folds, moaning immediately upon contact. you rub your clit in tight circles, back arching, ass up to the ceiling as you rock against your hand just at the thought of him holding you down with his newfound strength and making you scream.

you get so lost in your self pleasure, teeth sinking into your pillow, needy whimpers muffled by the fabric, that you don’t even hear tim come in initially.

“oh—“ you hear him say from behind you.

with a speed that could rival the flash, you sit back on your haunches, pulling your hand out of your panties, your clit twitching hard and hole clenching down around nothing at the absence of your own fingers. “i’m sorry—“

“fuck,” his cock twitches hard in his sweats, and he strides to the bed, kneeling on the mattress behind you.

you’re pinned back down, toned arms caging you in.

“were you thinking about me?” he mumbles against your ear, long fingers snaking down to sink between your wet folds.

you both moan as he grinds against your ass, letting you feel how hard he is already.

“you’re in here fucking yourself stupid, hm?” he rubs a few circles over your sensitive clit before sinking two fingers inside with no warning, filling your clenching hole. “gonna make you cum on my fingers first and then i’ll fuck you properly.”

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Give me a mutant reader that hides their mutation and runs away to Xavier's school for gifted youngsters.

Give me a reader that learns magic from doctor strange and gets unofficially adopted by him.

Give me a reader that's half-Asgardian and goes on adventures with Thor.

Give me a reader that stumbles onto the waverider and 'accidentally' gets kidnap by the Legends of Tomorrow.

Give me a reader that gains one of the lantern corp rings and goes on space adventures.

Give me a reader that meet the Doctor and becomes their companion. That reader finds so many similarities between them and Bruce, but the biggest difference is that the Doctor wears their hearts on their sleeve. There's no guessing game with them. While they're not the greatest at saying 'I love you', they do show it through their actions, something reader could never see with Bruce.

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