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shittysawtraps · 2 years

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Hello, y/n, in front of you is One Direction.

#submission #selling you to one direction #wattpad tropes #wattpad #saw franchise #jigsaw #shitty saw traps

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not-mary-sue · 2 months

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Maybe we should have stopped to ask why One Direction was in the market to buy so many teenagers to begin with.

#joke #wattpad #wattpad tropes #fan fiction #fanfiction #fan fiction tropes #tropes #story tropes #one direction #1D

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kiwisaregay · 8 days

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I like never post on here but I feel the overwhelming urge to share this somewhere after seeing it on Instagram https://www.instagram.com/reel/C5YlSLmrkvk/?igsh=MXNubXRuNHFqZ2RodA==

(not mine obviously credit to cassiesbookss on insta who's profile I've linked but I'm not sure if it's worked)

enjoy I guess, I have no idea what I'm doing :)

#should i tag this as one direction?? probably??#one direction #wattpad #wattpad tropes #i feel like tagging all the one direction members is overkill so I won't #also ive been out of my one direction phase for so long that i don't remember all of their names #fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic tropes #yeah im probably done now

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sparksinthenight · 1 year

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So we talked about Wattpad today. I used to go on Wattpad a lot as a lil girl. Let me tell you a story. I never published this story. Thank all the gods that ever have existed or will exist that I never published this story. Because if I did publish it, then, looking back on my actions at an older age I would unironically die of cringe. But despite not having published this, I did write it. Because I was a middle school girl and middle school girls are just like that.

So in the story there’s this 15 year old girl. She’s very pretty but she doesn’t think so. She’s a rebellious teen and she goes into the woods to do rebellious things with her friends. One day the police catch her and they sell her to a very handsome 26 year old billionaire. So he’s mean to her at first and horrible in general but she knows that he has a heart deep down. She knows that he’s secretly good deep down, he just doesn’t know how to be good, but she can change him. He is so off-put, and then amazed, by her rebellious spirit that he falls in love with her and turns nice and good. So then the two of them run away to the secret group of rebels living in the forest. Oh he also forces her to get an abortion against her will at one point before he turns good. Man of the year everyone.

You know, I didn’t even publish this but I think I’m going to unironically die of cringe anyways. I think the Google doc that the story is on still exists. But thank the gods that it’s on my old account that I don’t use anymore so I don’t have to see it.

Anyways. Listen. If a guy literally bought you, don’t try to change him, just fucking run.

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justcuriouspolls · 3 months

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#fanfiction #fanfic tropes #ao3 #wattpad #fanfic #polls #my polls

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dasloddl · 2 years

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your desire to write the same trope over and over again

🤝

my desire to read the same trope over and over again

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chef-falloutboyardee · 1 year

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Nobody:

Y/n insert writers looking for the perfect trope:

#wattpad #tropes #Wattpad tropes #fandom #fanfic

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deancaslvr · 9 months

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What I love about fanfiction is that it has endless possibilities and creative freedom, like even though it can be just endless stories about two characters/ a ship every story is different and written in a different expression even if the general plotline is the same.

it isn’t the characters that make fanfic beautiful, it’s the countless amount of writers and them spilling a piece of themselves into there work

it’s truly wonderful.

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dreamingofmarauders · 1 month

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𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐎𝐧 𝐌𝐲 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙏𝙬𝙤

James Potter x Fem!Slytherin!Reader

Summary: In which an Order mission goes wrong and James realizes that you may not hate him as much as he thought.

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: Fighting, blood, crying, injury, swearing

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“You all are to be in the area around L/n Manor tonight.” Dumbledore said to James, Sirius, Marlene, Remus, Dorcas, Fabian, Gideon and you one evening at another Order meeting. You visibly had paled upon hearing the name of that hellhole. It was a building that haunted your nightmares even today, after all, you had only managed to slip away from your vicious family’s clutches not too long ago.

“L/n Manor?” You asked hollowly, hoping you had misheard.

“Yes, Miss. L/n.” Dumbledore replied making you shut your eyes for a brief second. “You will be leading the mission.”

“M-Me!?” You sputtered.

“Indeed, as you would have the most knowledge of the area, it is the best choice to have you direct the mission. All I want you to do is to see if you can collect intel and if needed, duel and capture any death eaters. The more of them we can take down, the faster we can end this war.”

You nodded, still in disbelief but you vigorously shook your head. Now was the time to work against the wrongdoings of your family. You straightened yourself up with an air of determination.

“As you wish, Headmaster.”

And an hour later, you along with the rest of the members for this particular mission, found yourselves scattered around the outside of L/n Manor.

You watched on while gritting your teeth as anger washed over you, as looking at just the mere building that you had spent years suffering in ignited a fire within you.

“Aw, why so upset at the sight? It’s home sweet home after all, darling.”

You jumped at the sudden voice, slapping a hand over your mouth to prevent a shriek from escaping.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Potter!?” You hissed at James who merely shrugged his shoulders while bearing a mischievous grin on his lips.

“Thought I’d grace you with my glorious presence.”

You raised an eyebrow as you scoffed, “You sure you’re not, Sirius Black?”

This made James let out a chuckle and you immediately slapped a hand on his mouth, making him stare down at you with wide eyes.

“Are you trying to get us caught?!”

However these words just flew over James’ head as he stared at you, making you squirm slightly in discomfort under his intense gaze and you removed your hand, returning your eyes to the Manor. The young Potter however kept staring at you, his body feeling something he had not felt many times before.

“It’s rude to stare, Potter.”

At that, James snapped out of his trance, folding his arms over his chest.

“I was not!”

“You were.”

“Was not!”

You hummed, “Whatever makes you sleep at night.” You answered, grinning teasingly.

James opened his mouth to retort, however a huge rock blasted behind him, making you both scream and raise your wands as you got into battle form, standing back to back.

“Shit!” You said, “Where’s the attacker-“

More explosions and yells cut you off as your fellow Order members were also suddenly attacked by death eaters. You made a move to get to them but James pulled you back as three dark figures materialized around the pair of you.

“Shit! Shit! Shit!” You cursed. This was not supposed to happen. They had somehow figured out you were coming. Again.

Voldemort’s followers had merely been waiting for the perfect opportunity to attack, after having lulled the Order into a false sense of security.

“Confringo!” Someone shouted and a spell headed your way, which you quickly deflected. Meanwhile James was doing the same. You both remained back to back, throwing spell after spell at the dark figures.

“Immobulus!” You shouted and this time the fast moving light managed to hit one of them directly on the chest, freezing the death eater entirely. You pushed on with a new air of determination at your victory, and shot another spell at the other figure, who, watching their partner fall defeated was distracted and failed to notice the spell too late, and also got knocked over.

You let out a small air of relief as you heard James behind you take down the final opponent the two of you had.

“We have to get to the others!” You shouted, as chaos rang all around you. James nodded, however your eyes widened as you saw another masked death eater appear over his shoulder, who had raised a wand at James’ back.

“Sectemsempra!”

You shoved James out of the way.

He fell to the ground which made him glare in anger as he thought you were finally showing your true colors. However when he looked up, his face drained of all color.

You were writhing on the ground, blood seeping through your clothes and pooling around your body rapidly. You let out cries of agony as pain shot through your whole being.

James rushed towards you, dropping onto his knees.

“No! No! No! No!” He muttered as he tried to stop the bleeding, all his attention on your small frame that he had forgotten the threat was not over. A bright light zoomed his way but Sirius had managed to make his way over and deflected the spell, and fired one of his own, which took down the death eater.

“Prongs!” He yelled but James just stared at your form, fussing over as he tried to heal you. “PRONGS!” Sirius shouted, making James look at him. “You have to take her back, we’ll take care of the rest.”

James nodded, picking up your body and turning on the spot. He stumbled as he landed near the outskirts of the new safe house acting as Headquarters currently, with you in his arms.

He looked down at you and fear filled him up. You were slipping into unconsciousness as your eyelids were dripping closed.

“Fuck!” He said, “Come on, stay with me, Y/n!”

You could barely see him as you were slipping into the darkness, but you managed to mutter out. “At least I’ll have died for a good cause, huh? Celebrate all you want, P-Potter…” Your head lolled back as your eyes rolled into your sockets.

“Shit, you’re not dying on my watch!”

James kicked open the door and rushed in, catching the attention of Molly Weasley.

"Oh dear, what happened?" She asked as James rushed you into a room, laying you down on the bed.

"I-I don't know. One second everything was fine, the next second she was on the ground. I don't know what spell hit her b-but I can't stop the bleeding." James rambled his eyes fixed upon your form.

Could he really have been wrong about you this whole time?

"I can't get the bleeding to stop." Molly stated, straightening.

James paled even more, if that was even possible.

"But there must be something we can do!" He exclaimed in panic. "She can't..." He broke off, not being able to voice the thought.

"I'm going to get Lily, she's training as a Healer anyway. Hopefully she can get the situation under control." And with that, Molly rushed out the door, leaving James alone with your dying form in the room. The silence was suffocating, but it was your rasped breaths that were scaring James.

You had saved his life and taken the blow of the spell. He couldn't let you die, even if he did hate you before. He just couldn't let you die. He wanted to be able to make it up to you.

Lily rushed in, followed by Molly, wide green eyes surveying the situation before she pulled out her wand, beginning to mutter incantations. However, you were turning more pale by each passing second as every healing spell failed to work.

"Evans!" James cried out in panic, "Why isn't it working?"

Lily frowned, staring at your body in thought before muttering another incantation, "Vulnera Sanentur. Vulnera Sanentur. Vulnera Sanentur."

The words almost flowed like a song and James watched with relief that the bleeding had ebbed away, and it appeared that the wound was being healed. He released a shaky breath and rubbed his face.

Molly, having muttered something about preparing a good meal for you, walked out of the room, leaving James with Lily working over you.

Lily straightened, her face looking slightly pale.

She was feeling sick, now knowing what the spell created by her former best friend really did. She still couldn't believe the man now was the same innocent boy, who had introduced her to the magical world.

"I can't believe it." She breathed out.

"What?" James asked, tensing up. Lily turned to face him.

"The spell that was used on Y/n was something I had once seen in Severus' potions book. I-I hadn't realized what the spell did but now I know. I can't believe he once used to be my best friend." Lily explained. "If I hadn't ever seen the counter-curse to it in his book, Y/n would have been..."

Dead.

Lily shook her head, getting rid of the thoughts roaming in her head.

"I'm surprised to see you this stressed though, Potter."

James' brows furrowed, "Meaning?"

"I mean you hate Y/n, but now you're here worrying and so panicky, it's ironic." The redhead answered.

James frowned, "I was not!" He cried indignantly before he slumped. "She saved me."

Lily's eyebrows shot up, "Saved you?"

James nodded, "She pushed me out of the way and the spell hit her." He said, looking at your now sleeping form. "I just don't understand why."

Lily gave him a sympathetic look. "She isn't bad as you perceive her to be. Y/n was nothing but kind to me at school."

James blinked owlishly. Lily sighed, giving him a pat on the shoulder before exiting the room.

He had once pursued Lily, chased after her endlessly but the redhead never agreed and soon, James was so crushed he decided to move on. Although, now he stared at you, wondering why he felt this feeling he hadn't felt in years.

A feeling that had only ever filled his whole being when he was chasing after Lily.

He shook his head, slapping his cheeks lightly. What in the world was he thinking?

James stayed by your side as Lily came back and gave you some potions like the Blood-Replenishing Potion, due to the severe loss of blood. He stayed by your side even after everyone had returned from the mission. He stayed by your side well into the night.

Guilt was eating him up and he truly wanted to make it up to you.

He eventually fell asleep by your side, both your breaths coming out in a synchronizing manner.

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A/N: Hey all! So the fight scene was one big chunk of the original idea I had before I decided to make a series instead, so yeah. Hopefully you all liked it! I'm not good at writing fight scenes so hopefully that wasn't too bad! See you all in the next one! <33

Wizard Buddies (Taglist): @quack-quack-snacks @jamespottergf @themarauderswife7

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corpsebasil · 1 year

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Hello! I absolutely looove your Nikolai fics! Your writing is so good! Thank you!

I also wanted to ask if you ever be interested in writing a 5+1 fic (like 5 times Nikolai almost kisses you and 1 time he does)? It's okay if not ;)

Oh yes

You’d almost kissed before. Multiple times, in fact; he’d tried once after a dance, in which you’d cleanly dodged him. Then after a drunken night at a tavern, where the press of his body against your own had almost convinced you. But he wasn’t your friend, not really. Just a prince who had an interest in you, a flirtatious one at that, and someone you had no interest in being their pawn.

So you found yourself, to your chagrin, in the most cramped train of your life, the passage in Ketterdam more hazardous than that in Ravka. The swell of bodies around you was suffocating, and you pushed yourself against Nikolai, the only anchor keeping you from crashing to the ground.

“Good gods,” you mumbled, gripping his shoulders with both hands as the train once again lurched to the side. “we’re going to die.”

“We are not going to die.” He grumbled, exasperated, but allowed you to clutch him tighter, your fear of falling over greater than your resistance to touching him.

And you let him, ignoring the strange drop in your stomach, when he looped both arms around your waist, holding you against his chest.

“Up close and personal, huh, Y/N?” He teased, voice low against your ear. You rolled your eyes but couldn’t fight the shiver, not when he pressed his cheek lightly against your own, and you had to close your eyes against the contact. “You’ve been resisting me for weeks. Why?”

“I—” your voice caught on a particularly hard jolt, your fingers digging into his skin. “I’m not sure what you’re talking about.”

“Sure you don’t.” He laughed lightly, holding you closer as the lights in the train flickered. Saints, it was like you were in a horror movie. “I think you like me.”

“I don’t.”

“You do.” He argued, and your eyes shot to his when he ran a hand down your spine. His expression was soft, but wary. “Don’t you?”

You swallowed, staring up at the prince.

He was attractive. Obviously. Anyone with working vision could see that, and the man had the charm of a god. But you were still hesitant; you didn’t want to fall for it, any act, and wind up heartbroken.

“I don’t know.” You admitted, looking up at him, and tried to ignore the twinge of hurt that crossed over his features.

“Well.” He swallowed, tugging you back up against him. Your face found the crook of his neck as you breathed him in, trying in vain to suppress the butterflies that tore through you as his cheek once again rested against your head. “When you decide, I’m here. Waiting.”

Your breathing caught. Only slightly, but you knew he felt it. And so when his head turned, lips pressing softly against your temple, you felt your knees weaken. You didn’t want to like him. Truly didn’t, but..

“Nikolai?” You whispered, tugging back a fraction to look up. He hummed in response, raising an eyebrow as your hands gripped him harder. His eyes moved your mouth, his head dipping down. “I—”

A jolt in the train almost sent you flying, your head smacking against his chest as the movement threw you against him. You squeaked in surprise and he laughed, barely managing to keep you upright.

“I hate this train.” You grumbled, as it finally slowed to a stop, and you quickly pulled away from the prince.

Later, after a quick dinner you two managed to scrounge up, you found yourself in the only bedroom available above the Crow Club, having had asked Kaz Brekker for somewhere to stay in your short time there. So you stared, a bit awkwardly, at the very, very small bed in the room, refusing to glance over at Nikolai.

“How cozy.” He commented, knocking his shoulder lightly against your own before moving over towards the bathing room attached. You only stared, internally groaning, as you heard him washing up. “I’ll sleep on the floor.” You heard him say, to your surprise. “I’ve slept in worse conditions, trust me.”

“You don’t have to.” You said, moving to wash up yourself as soon as he left the small chamber. “I mean—I’m sure we’ll both fit.”

“Don’t worry.” He avoided your eyes, snatching up a pillow and a spare blanket and searching the ground as if for the most comfortable area of wooden floor. “I’m not going to make you uncomfortable, Y/N.”

“You aren’t—” But he was already cozying up onto the floor, making a show of adjusting himself and tucking his arms behind his head. He gave you a winning smile as you rolled your eyes, moving to wash up.

As soon as you were done, you climbed into bed, settling down into the blankets and pillows. You closed your eyes.

You could not. Sleep.

You could hear Nikolai shuffling, tossing and turning as he tried to get comfortable. It was irritating as hell, and made guilt grate on you until you finally shot up in bed, huffing out a sigh.

“Get in the bed, Nikolai.” You ordered, watching as he lifted his head to look at you.

“So bossy. Trying to get into my pants, are you?”

“Nikolai.” You groaned, smacking the side of the mattress beside you. “Please. Neither of us are going to sleep with you rolling around on the floor.”

The prince grumbled something under his breath but stood, holding his pillow up as he moved towards you. His expression was hesitant, the usual trace of arrogance gone, as he cautiously slid into the bed beside you. You stared up at the dark ceiling for a moment, trying to keep your breathing even.

“So..” Nikolai mumbled, rolling onto his side next to you. He was close—too close—but there weren’t any better options. “Wanna play a game?”

“What?”

“I just thought of one. We make animal noises and the other person has to guess what we are. If you guess right you win a point.” He added, rather satisfied with himself, “I just came up with it.”

“Nikolai, what the hell—”

“I’ll go first. EH EH EH—”

“Dear gods, stop it.” You snapped, but a grin was on your face as you picked up a spare pillow and whacked him with it.

“Hey!” He gasped, snatching the pillow out of your grip. “Calm down. It was a good impression.”

“I have no idea what you were pretending to be.”

“A dolphin, duh.” His eyes watched you, expression warming when he saw your smile. “You need to relax. You’re making me feel like a creep.”

“I am relaxed.” You lied, rolling onto your side to face him. His soft smile was more attractive than you wanted it to be, and with him as close to you as he was, how could you relax? “You’re not a creep, Nik.”

He looked away momentarily, than back to you.

“You said you…don’t like me.” You almost groaned at his words. This was beginning to feel like a middle school sleepover. “Why?”

You paused.

“Because..” you thought about it for a moment, examining his features with your eyes. His handsome face, inches from your own, was contemplative. Almost anxious, as if he worried what you had to say. “I don’t know you just—you flirt with everyone. I don’t feel like liking you just for you to run around and act like—”

“I flirt with you, Y/N.” He laughed, startling you, and you blinked. “Come on, how many people do I try and kiss on a daily basis?”

“You—” you blinked again. Paused. He did seem to pay extra attention to you. Making comments not on your body but teasing ones, ones that made you blush instead of want to smack him like a lot of girls did.

“Made you speechless?” He teased, raising a blonde brow. “I have that effect on women.”

“You are a mess.” You scoffed, moving to roll away, but he grabbed your hand before you could. Butterflies immediately shot through you at the contact, and you looked back at him.

“Can I kiss you?” Nikolai asked, voice soft, and you could only stare. “I like you, Y/N. It’s fine if you don’t feel the same, but I’d rather not go to my grave without having kissed you at least once.”

“How morbid.” You mumbled, your own voice a bit strained, and subtly shifted closer to him. His expression seemed to tighten a bit, as if in regret at his words, so you added, “we wouldn’t want a tragedy like that to happen.”

Slowly, so slowly you weren’t sure if he was second guessing his choices, he reached out a hand and brushed it over your cheek, around the back of your neck. Your heart felt like it was going to break on something as he shifted closer, touching his nose lightly to yours.

“No,” he murmured, so close you could feel the brush of his lips as he spoke. “we definitely wouldn’t.”

And then his mouth pressed against yours, and your stomach dropped.

Your hands reached out to grip him to you and he made a small noise of surprise, your arms slipping around his neck as one of his arms looped under your back and pressed your body fully against his. You kissed him, hard, surprised at how eager you were to be close to him, and when he licked into your mouth to taste you, you actually let out a moaning noise.

He seemed to stiffen slightly underneath you, pulling away to grip your face in his hands.

“Please,” he whispered, voice strained. “do not make those types of noises.”

“Why not?” You asked, a bit breathless, your mouth immediately chasing forward after his. But he held you at bay, laughing lightly, as he rolled onto his back and tugged you on top of him, pulling you down against his chest.

“Because I’m becoming embarrassingly turned on right now, and I’m not sure if you want your first time with me to be in someone else’s bed.”

Your heart raced at his words, your face flushing red when he settled you lower onto his lap and you felt startling evidence of how turned on the prince happened to be.

“Just—” you swallowed, running a hand through his hair. Lord knows you’d wanted to touch his hair long before now. “Just kissing, then?”

“Just kissing.”

So you did.

You took his mouth again, running your tongue along his own, and allowed the prince to hold you as tightly against him as he wanted.

And later, once you’d gotten back to Ravka, you found that he wasn’t lying—he did like you. He was constantly finding excuses to kiss you; in public, in his rooms, pretty much anywhere. And when he’d finally gotten you into his bed, you found out he was a fantastic kisser. In other places, as well.

Yes this is just pg sorry to the smut fiends

#i love one bed trope #one bed #they gotta share it #shadow and bone #nikolai lantsov #nikolai lantsov x reader #nikolai x reader #wattpad #shadow and bone imagine #fluff #six of crows

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how-bout-i-tell-you-anyway · 2 months

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ok, i'm just going to say it. there's a reason that some of us like reading monster/alien romance just as much as maybe even more than regular romance.

and no, it's not about the supernatural dicks (at least not for me).

in short, it's about respect. obviously, the monster/alien comes from a place somewhere other than human society on planet Earth. because of that, he is completely ignorant of the sexist bias inherent in our society. (and by inherent i mean literally trained into us since birth and embedded in every aspect of our society)

sometimes the monster's views are more misogynistic — but in those stories the heroine manages to change his views by earning his respect as they navigate their inter-special differences (aka, he learns and fixes himself).

usually, the monsters believe strongly in equality between the sexes, and they are often shocked and horrified if/when they learn of how human men treat their partners. [and yes, i know some of them are over-the-top protective to the point of being controlling, but even then it's because they view the heroines as someone to continuously be protected, cherished, and respected.]

TLDR: it's an escape into a romantic fantasy where the love interest is GUARANTEED to be a good partner because he literally could never think to harm, insult, or disrespect the heroine

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saltydoesstuff · 3 months

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Gimme more reverse isekai fics about skeletons just crashing into your living room

You're just chilling at home, doing your thing and suddenly a portal opens and a bunch of skeletons fall out

They're confused, you're confused- it's the funniest trope to me

#undetale #undertale x reader #sans x reader #papyrus x reader #most of these fics i found on wattpad or quotev #to this day i still mourn the fact they were unfinished #i think this trope should be used more sjdnm #i have not slept properly in almost two weeks #i am nocturnal now #saltyrambles

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tsushi-talks · 1 month

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I'm glad Lucy's stardress and stardress mix exists as well as the other powerful celestial spells because there won't be new "Lucy turns out to be a powerful dragon dragon slayer" fics.

#not trying to say they're bad....#just- not really my thing #actually the whole trope in general SHOULD be dead #hopefully they are lol #Wattpad has a cesspool of those #fairy tail #nalu

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