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Captive Prince AU - ereri style

I've been rereading my old shit and I once live-wrote a Captive Prince AU for ereri and goddamn, this is some good shit.

This is a reverse age gap slave fic. Eren is Damen and Levi is Laurent.

You can read the full thing on the Ereri Nation Discord Server (invite on their Twt page).

"If I ask you... whatever it is... you will give it to me?" Levi nods profusely, his hands clasped together. Truly just a boy looking for approval.

Eren sighs and turns away. "Then give me my freedom."

The request seems to take Levi aback, but he rallies quickly, nodding once more, though a little less enthusiastic than he was before. "I... of course! You saved my life, Eren! At the expense of yours."

"I saved your life because you're a person who deserves saving," Eren replies. "It's what a slave must do, what a slave is expected to do for his master, is it not?"

Levi looks like he's been slapped. "I... I haven't..."

"What?" Eren shoots back. "You haven't treated me like a slave since we set out for Orvud? Or you don't think me a slave since I saved your miserable hide from those MPs?"

He holds up his shackles, the gold glinting brilliantly in the candlelight.

"Do you see this? Do you know what it feels like to have this around you? To have this - " he tugs at the collar at his throat " - choke you in your sleep making you feel as if you might never wake for how it pinches your throat, how it chokes off your air and drown you in the hopelessness that you may never get out, never taste the morning without this digging into your neck? We need to end this charade, Levi. You know. Don't stand there and gape at me like a fish. You know who I am."

He reaches over. Grips Levi by the throat. Levi's pale neck is slender, delicate. Eren could crush it in his grip easily.

"Tell me who I am."

He feels the bob of Levi's throat working as he stares up at Eren, towering over him now. "You're Eren... my slave bought for me by my Regent..."

Eren tightens his fist, the barest of threats. He doesn't want Levi buying himself time to face the truth.

"...And the Crown Prince of Shiganshina! The man who murdered my father!"

#my fanfic writing #levi ackerman #eren jaeger #ereri #aot ereri #ereri fanfic #shingeki no kyojin #ereri nation

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I’m writing something for the Prongsfoot Fest 2023 (oh James and Sirius, it’s been so long my loves). And, well, I thought I’d post a small preview. I think the opening of this fic is vague enough that you can’t possibly guess which prompt it is lmao and I just miss my favorite Marauder boyfriends.

Every man has a breaking point.

For some, it might be the loss of status. Purebloods were particular susceptible to this. When you’ve pinned not just your self-worth, but that of your whole ancestral line’s existence on the purity of your bloodline, you’re bound to lose a few screws holding up the ethereal mush swimming between your ears when that’s challenged. It’d happened before - many a time before. Voldemort and his host of mad blood supremacists hellbent on eradicating the muggle challenge to a pureblood wizard hegemony was only the most recent example.

For others, it was money. Many a wizard had ended up in Azkaban for bilking an unsuspecting populace of their hard-earned galleons. Magical Britain was comprised of a trusting lot. People didn’t really question if this potion was going to turn them into a princess in a tower or a troll in a dungeon. It took a particularly unscrupulous sort to bilk people for money, especially when magic sustained much of magical Britain, but everyone needed to eat at some point. In that sense, wizards and witches were hardly different from muggles in the grand scheme of things.

And then there were others still who broke for want of a requited love, for the death of a child, for something so ephemeral as love. Azkaban was populated by the dregs of wizarding society who broke for a plethora of reasons and ran amok in magical Britain only to be apprehended by Aurors and dumped in the one place on the British Isles where the sun literally did not shine.

For James Potter, it was Sirius Black.

#prongsfoot #my fanfic writing #james potter #sirius black

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Just wanted you to know I think of Draco Malfoy boy who lived fic every single day! My favorite parts to reread are ofc him as a baby, his sorting, meeting James Potter and the final test before the mirror of Erised!

Thank you so much! I too think about this fic every day (though it’s more because I wanna get out of my writing slump to continue it 😅) I am so glad you enjoyed the parts where he’s a baby because that’s my favorite part too, and I sometimes think you can tell by the writing whether I love writing that part or not. You won’t see me pulling so much from canon when I love writing the parts I’m writing 🫠 I thought the part where he met James was hilarious. Draco’s crush on James has to be some of my favorite things to write about. 😅🌹

#dbwl #my fanfic stuff #my writing #mumu asks

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All fic writers writing Sirius and James needing help from Lupin for passing exams and making the charmed mirrors and every other achievement S & J did should just tag their fics as OOC and be done with it.

Sirius and James were incredibly intelligent and accomplished individuals and this shit of wrong tagging and ooc characters is getting really annoying now.

#sirius black #james potter #the marauders #i'm sorry but the people who think lupin is smarter than these two absolutely brilliant genius are fucking WRONG

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Sirius for you @metalomagnetic ❤️

I thought WAY too long about what kind of tatoos Sirius would have and where they should be XD

#sirius black #is hot

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Thanks to you, anon, I wrote more deranged fic for your favorite not incest ship (if you need pointers for what incest fic actually looks like, feel free to read any of the ones I linked!)

Falco wasn’t snooping. Really, he wasn’t. Mr. Levi had a hard time walking about. He still wasn’t used to getting around on his wheelchair or using his cane even though it had been over a year, and Mr. Onyankopon absolutely said Falco and Gabi had to take care of the cranky soldier as he convalesced until Mr. Levi was well enough to make the journey back to Paradis.

And that was what the two of them did. Mostly, it was just helping him down the stairs from his upstairs sick room to Mr. Onyankopon’s clinic and workshop on the main floor. Sometimes, they helped him tidy up his room (Mr. Levi was a crotchety old man when it came to cleanliness; not even Falco’s mother had made him wipe dust from under the table), or helped him haul hot water from the kitchens to his upstairs bathroom when only a dunk in a hot bath could soothe whatever aches he had from Captain Zeke blowing him up and injuring him beyond real recovery.

Gabi was the one who wrote Mr. Levi’s letters to his friends on the island. Falco almost felt bad for him; there had been talk between Armin and his friends that Mr. Levi used to have the best handwriting in the Survey Corps, how he’d trained himself for months because he came from the Eldian Underground, and he hadn’t known how to read or write when the former SC commander first brought him out. Now he had three fingers left on his writing hand, and while he had enough fine motor skill left to handle the deft intricacies of the ODM gear controls and their flesh-paring swords, without a pointer and middle fingers, it just wasn’t possible to write.

“Sometimes, he tries to write by himself, though,” said Gabi when Falco asked how Mr. Levi was doing. “Said he doesn’t want to rely on some brat to dictate his letters to, and if his left hand was good enough for…” Gabi stopped. Flushed.

Falco stared at her, confused. “…good enough for?”

Gabi cleared her throat. “Well, he didn’t finish the thought, but I got it anyway, especially when he mentioned Mikasa. Always has a towel on his lap when she's the one he's writing to.”

“Huh?” Falco blinked. He didn’t get it.

Gabi scowled at him. “Oh, never you mind. If you’re too much of a teenage boy to get it, I can’t explain it to you.”

“Explain what?”

“You’ll see.”

And that was how he found himself with Mr. Levi’s letters. He wasn’t reading it. Well, he didn’t mean to. But Mr. Eren had used him as a go-between to foment war between Marley and Paradis, and Falco was having none of that anymore. He was fifteen years old; he couldn’t rely on Mr. Reiner swooping in to save him and Gabi this time around. Mr. Reiner couldn’t even turn into the Armored Titan anymore.

Besides, it wasn’t like the letter wasn’t just… there… for him to read. Mr. Levi had fallen asleep on his desk, fountain pen poised awkwardly on his left hand and smearing an awful mess on the letter he tried to write. He really only meant to help Mr. Levi off his chair and get him into bed, or he’d be sore all over again, and extra cranky when he woke.

He couldn’t help it if his eyes wandered over to the wobbly cursive on the paper.

Darling Mikasa, I read your letter and my left hand is not enough company in the darkest night when my mind is plagued by the image of your sweet hot tits and my tongue snaking into your dripping cunt…

Nope. Falco certainly never meant to snoop. The next time he had the insane urge to see how Mr. Levi was doing learning how to write with his left hand, he was going to march down to Mr. Onyankopon’s clinic and ask for the brain bleach. If even such a thing existed.

Your sick degenerate brain actually has delusional fantasies about levi and mikasa ? They not only dislike each other they are cousins. self insert mental cases like you need to stay the fuck away from levi. I only wish for cockroaches like you to get doxed so people around you would puke on your face as you deserve

lmao do I look like i care?

#levi x mikasa #levimika #rivamika #my writing #levi ackerman #mikasa ackerman #shingeki no kyojin #i am a fanfic writer it's impossible to out-troll me #if you persist i shall gift you with kuchel/levi instead since you seem to love incest so much #that you troll people who don't give a shit about your opinions

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Your sick degenerate brain actually has delusional fantasies about levi and mikasa ? They not only dislike each other they are cousins. self insert mental cases like you need to stay the fuck away from levi. I only wish for cockroaches like you to get doxed so people around you would puke on your face as you deserve

lmao do I look like i care?

#troll-baiting

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Oof wow, I don't know anyone to tag for this, but hey! I'm happy to give the last line I wrote for A Wrinkle in Time:

"Mikasa." A woman's voice. A woman's face lit by the pale moon. Mikasa could see right through her. "Run!"

Right, I'm writing a ghost story on top of the fun porny bits.

Thanks for the tag, @nuri148!

Last Line Tag

Original thread ~

RULES: share the last line you wrote for your WIP, and then tag as many people as there are words. ...

Apart from a few bandages wrapped around his forearms, his body lay unusually bare; an apparition of ghostly pale skin.

(Guess who ^^)

Tagging: (I've got to annoy 20 people now? Fuuuck. Note to self: edit out these stupidly long, run on sentences). @this-is-krikkit @wanderlustqueen-writes @sixpennydame @littlerequiem @leviismybby @romantichomicide95 @nuri148 @wyvernslovecake @fanmoose12 @moogleterra @mstwnttd @yokohamapound @dreamingon-forever @hangeslefteye @nube55 @giuliadrawsstuff

Help, I have no friends so I'm having to bother the people who have already done this! Thanks for the tag @youre-ackermine @humanitys-strongest-bamf - you're it now! And I'm sure you guys don't mind sharing another line? @roseofdarknessblog @the-milk-anon

#tag games #writing #my fanfic writing

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From a rivamika regency AU wip

So, yeah. This is a WIP. It's a little too romance novel, I think, but I have not written sex or kissing in a while and I'm up to the gills in gothic romance books anyway.

Excerpt under the cut.

"Mikasa," he said, and her name rolling of his tongue sent a jolt through her. She missed so much and yet she knew already she could not stay. She would never stay, and she did not know how to respond if he asked her. "Look at me. Please."

She looked up at that. Levi was not a man who said please. It had to do with the upbringing of the gentry, with everything handed to them on a silver platter by virtue of nothing more than the accident of birth. It was why she understood his bitter reaction to her disappearance and sudden return many years later.

But all the anger and bitterness she remembered when he'd yelled at her to leave and never return had already melted, as if it had no space in his face, in his eyes, when it came to her. His eyes were dark once more, silver ringing black, half-lidded as he leaned in close, capturing her chin between gloved fingers. He tilted her face close to his so there were but scant inches between their faces.

"You were right. I have been an incorrigible cad to you for not hearing you out," he said. "Now that I know what you had gone through, the serendipity of you being here now, with me, is something I cannot waste. I'll not ask you to stay; I could never, though every part of me wishes you would. But I cannot let you go, not now, perhaps not ever, if I do not kiss you. Will you let me?"

Her mouth parted for a breathless moment as she registered the dark gleam in his gaze, the anticipation of her reply. "Yes," she breathed.

When they first kissed as teenagers, they had both fumbled. Noses bumping, awkward lips dry at first, and as their kisses deepened, flooded with too much saliva. It had been the awkwardness of young love coupled with the enthusiasm as such only teenagers in exploration of their sexuality could only manage.

There was none of that now. Both of them have matured and grown in experience with different partners. What didn't change was that burst of magic, that spark of rightness in her veins as Levi brushed his mouth to hers. Once, twice, then he parted his lips and trailed little nipping kisses on her bottom lip to coax her to open for him and engage in something deeper, something headier.

His kisses then, as with now, grew all-consuming, transporting her out of the dusk in the wild moors of the estate and into a universe in which only the two of them existed. Where time and distance no longer mattered for as long as their lips were locked, their tongues entwined, their hands questing to brace against each other. Mikasa twined her arms around his neck while Levi snaked an arm around her waist, muscles flexing to tug her closer, closer, until she sat in his lap, her legs bracketing his hips, her dress askew, the hem climbing up bare thighs.

His mouth relinquished hers and she hazily thought that yes, they should perhaps stop for breath before her lungs burst out of her chest. But he only did so to move his kisses down her chin, her jaw, nipping at her neck, and sucking a trailing path of fire to her collar as his hands moved over her body, once smoothing up her thigh, under the fabric of her skirt, the other gliding up the bodice of her dress to tentatively, then boldly, cup under her breast.

She whimpered when he bit her very delicately over the pulse point under her ear, then soothed it with kittenish laves of his tongue. The hand under her breast crept up to tug her cardigan off one shoulder so he could kiss the skin he bared there. She helped, unwinding her arms from around his neck to peel the cardigan off entirely.

"You are," he whispered, "as exquisite as I remember."

And then he tilted her head back, one hand supporting her neck, so he could kiss down her collarbone to the top of her breasts tantalizingly exposed by the sweetheart neckline of her dress. Her whole body was aflame despite the chill of the night air, and it was not only from the heat of his kisses that grew more bold as she pushed herself up to meet him every time, his face buried in the suggestive cleft her breasts made pushed together by the tight bodice of her dress. Her clothed core pressed against where she could feel him similarly affected and aroused by their kisses. It was almost as if he intended to couple with her clothed, like they could make love out here, in the open, with nothing but the spangled sky above them, the lonely moors around them.

"Mikasa," he murmured, moving up to kiss her neck, under her ear. "Mikasa."

Her eyes fluttered open - she had not even realized she had closed them - and she looked up at the pale brilliance of the cold stars, the quiet glow of the waxing gibbous moon. A cool breeze wafted from the glimmering waters of the lake, making the trees and the brambles around them whisper her name in echo of his passionate whispers.

#rivamika #levimika #levi x mikasa #my writing #my fanfic stuff #fanfic writing #levi ackerman #shingeki no kyojin #mikasa ackerman #attack on titan

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Hello Mumuinc,

I have already written to you on ao3.

I would translate your story in German and poste it the on belletristica.com

So you wrote me that I should write you on Tumblr or on Twitter and here I am.

Sincerely,

Lily

Hi Lily! of course you can post a translation. Please do link back to the fic, and once you've posted, I'd appreciate if you can send me a link so I can link back to your translation from my fic. Good luck!

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I’m Bored and Anxious So I Slapped Together a List of Fan Fic Writer Asks

1. Share a song that makes you think of [fic title] 2. Do you read/reread your own fics? 3. What’s your favorite fic that you’ve written? 4. How many WIPs do you have right now? 5. What’s a fic idea you’ve had that you will never write? 6. Are there any fics from others you reread all the time? 7. How many ideas for fics do you have right now? 8. What project(s) are you currently working on? 9. Do you write every day? If you wrote today, share a sentence of what you’ve written! 10. Is there a fic that got a different response than you were expecting? 11. Do you have specific playlists for writing fics? 12. Do you have a playlist for your current WIP(s)? Share it! 13. How much planning do you do before writing? 14. If you could see one of your fics adapted into a visual medium, such as comic or film, which fan fic would you pick? 15. How do you come up with titles for your fics/chapters? 16. At what point in the process do you come up with titles? 17. What’s something you’ve learned about while doing research for a fic? 18. What’s one of your favorite lines you’ve written in a fic? 19. Give us a small teaser from one of your WIPs. 20. What’s a favorite title for a fic you’ve written? 21. Have you ever deleted an entire scene after spending hours laboring over it? If so, why? 22. Do you know how your fic will end before you start writing? 23. How do you choose where to end a chapter (if you have multi-chapter works)? 24. Share a moodboard for (one of) your current WIP(s). 25. Have you ever upset yourself with your own writing? 26. Is there something you’ve written that you would never want your family to see? 27. Is there a fic you were nervous to post/share? Why? 28. Have you ever tagged a fic “Dead Dove: Do Not Eat”? 29. Share a bit from a fic you’ll never post OR from a scene that was cut from an already posted fic. (If you don’t have either, just share a random fic idea you have that you don’t plan on getting to.) 30. Ask anything!

#fic asks

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Fandom: Gundam Wing

Relationships: Duo Maxwell/Relena Peacecraft, Heero Yuy/Relena Peacecraft

Tags: gothic horror, psychological horror, pregnancy, ghost sex, suggestions of torture (sensory deprivation), mental illness, major character death

Summary: A holiday at the Peacecraft Castle sounded like a good idea. Heero even told her she had a gift waiting for her. When she walked into her bedroom, she had not expected the gift to aggravate her so.

Written for the Gundam Wing Lemony Shenanigans 2023 event.

#my writing #my fanfic stuff #gundam wing #duo maxwell #relena peacecraft #heero yuy #zechs merquise #lemony shenanigans #2xR #lemonyshenanigans2023

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what’s the lighteningstar discord if i may ask

The Lightningstar Discord is a server for Harry/Sirius fans. Here’s a link to an invite:

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#ouch

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Ao3 is down and I was halfway through reading your fics so I want you to know I was very much enjoying them and I just got cockblocked hard thank you for your time and your writings.

Thank you so much! It’s so sweet of you to leave this here💖 if I may ask, which fics did you read?

#writing asks

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Chapter 8: The Forbidden Forest Rating: Teen Audiences and Up Warnings: None Categories: M/M Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Theodore Nott, Walburga Black, Regulus Black, Pomona Sprout, Zacharias Smith Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Time Travel, Canon Rewrite, Book 1: Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone, Pre-Slash, Draco Malfoy is So Done, Theodore Nott learns how to be a friend, Harry Potter is not the main character, Character Study

Summary:

Draco grabbed his wand hand, the Shield wavering but not disappearing despite his interference. “Put that thing out! You’re going to attract all the creatures we don’t want coming after us with the light!” He didn’t add that the brightness of Potter’s shield would have been enough to call the Dark Lord’s wraith to them.

Potter obligingly dispelled the Charm, but his eyes were still shining with challenge as he pulled Draco deeper into the winding forest path. “I thought you said you wanted protection. Well, I can do that for both of us.” His lip curled into a smirk. “Scared, Malfoy?”

#my writing #my fanfic stuff #drarry #drarry fic #draco malfoy #harry potter #harry x draco #hpdm

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Chapter 7: Bizarre Adventures Rating: Teen Audiences and Up Warnings: None Categories: M/M Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Theodore Nott, Walburga Black, Regulus Black, Pomona Sprout, Zacharias Smith Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Time Travel, Canon Rewrite, Book 1: Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone, Pre-Slash, Draco Malfoy is So Done, Theodore Nott learns how to be a friend, Harry Potter is not the main character, Character Study

Summary:

“There’s no time for a better plan!” he retorted. His hand was already on the bolt lock of the door, sliding it open. “I’ll count to three and run first.” Granger looked at him incredulously but Draco was unabashed in his cowardice. He was not made for these hero things, and he would not be made to feel bad for wanting to save his own miserable hide. “I’ll distract it so you can run too, all right?”

#my writing #my fanfic stuff #drarry #drarry fic #harry potter #draco malfoy #hp fanfic #harry x draco #hpdm #draco x harry