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perspicaciouspen · 2 years

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No updates for Would It Be Enough? this weekend, but thought I’d give you all a little teaser while I work on it. Next chapter title will be a line from this song, “Love Like Ghosts” by the loves of my life, Lord Huron.

#fic: would it be enough?#fic update #but which line will it be HMMM HMMM mysteries etc etc #also i am working on the next chapter i promise #it’s about halfway done right now #unless it ends up going way way WAY past the ~3000 word count of previous chapters #Spotify

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sapphire-strikes · 2 years

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Oh my gosh 'P.i.s.s' like P.S? We know the typos are out of control but Pabit can't be making mistakes like that, little buddy needs some help 😭

Lol, yes! XD

He sounds things out as he types but he's not very good at it.

#Love that you caught it #What's that? I updated my fic again???#i know right #months of nothing and then this #I'm still bad at writing long chapters though #so most of them only check out at just over 3000 words

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lauraneedstochill · 1 year

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Aemond Targaryen masterlist

last updated: 15.09.2023 / 🆕 — recents fics / 🔞 — smut

● part 1: “All yours” (~3000 words) AO3 ● part 2: First time for everything (🔞 ~6900) AO3 ● part 3 ● The Greens headcanons (modern!au) ➕ unrelated one-shots: ● I was searching but not for you (~4000) AO3 Aemond is eager to catch the thief who keeps stealing his gemstones but the person in question seems to always be one step ahead of him.

● Find my body covered in confetti (Aegon x reader, ~5000) Aegon is a regular at your bar but he doesn’t come only for the drinks.

🆕 Confess the longing you are dreaming of (🔞~8000) Aemond thinks the woman he has to marry is the most impudent and unsufferable he’s ever met. He’s also never wanted anyone so badly. 🆕 Cry me a river (~11K) Aemond finds her wounded and left to die in the middle of nowhere. her desire for vengeance helps her survive — and her unbreakable spirit inevitably draws the prince to her. ● Love always wakes the dragon (multi-chapter) Aemond thinks she’s a worthy opponent — a relentless fighter, a fearless dragon rider, her temper and stubbornness only matching his.But there’s a catch: she is Daemon’s daughter who wants nothing from her father and has her own reasons for coming to King’s Landing. One of them is meant to save the other. 1. The wind of change (~4000) 2. The wild dragon (~8000) 3. Blood-stained (part 1) ● My first choice: part 1 (~5500) / part 2 (~8500) AO3 Aemond thinks you are way too good to be Aegon’s best friend. But you are enough for the one-eyed prince to fall in love with (insired by “Little women” and Amy March)

● The object of my desires (🔞 ~6500) AO3 You overhear Aemond making a snarky remark about the way you dress. You decide to teach him a lesson (inspired by the famous quote from Bridgerton S2) ● I won’t fall for someone who can’t misbehave (~9000) AO3 Aemond is betrothed to the sweetest girl in the Seven Kingdoms. She’s smiley, soft and kind-hearted. Until she isn’t. (or, alternatively: “No one took your side when you were a kid. But I’m doing it now.”) ● Make a move: part 1 (~6000) AO3 / part 2 You think Aemond is too arrogant to woo you, but he’s got some tricks up his sleeve. (inspired by the movie “Crazy, stupid, love”) ● Can’t help falling in love (~5500) AO3 5 times Aemond was in love with you + 1 time he finally confessed his feelings.

🎵 Aemond’s playlist 🎵 Aegon’s playlist

Aemond Targaryen + tumblr posts that are definitely about him part 1 / part 2 Aegon II Targaryen + tumblr posts that are definitely about him part 1 / part 2

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fredwkong · 13 days

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(Late) 3000 Follower Party

I'm getting back to writing as I emerge from the job search mines. While I work on a few old asks and the next chapters of Alphaworld, I want to give all 3000 of my good boys a present for being so patient.

As always, my ask box is open and I want to see all your hot ideas for vacations, wishes, and other ways I can twist a transformation around you. But I want to put some attention to extending a few of my existing stories and making them even hotter and more descriptive for my good boys to enjoy.

Here's the pitch: I'm going to extend several of my existing posts by 1500 words or more. This will let me add in character introductions, lots of hot descriptions, and maybe even an extra twist on the original story.

Do you want more detail in Fucked Silly? Did one of my answered asks spark your imagination of a longer story? Send me an ask or a PM with the link to the story you want to see extended. I just updated my navigation post, so my blog is easier to explore than ever.

I won't extend any story over 1000 words, or one that is part of a series like The 1000 Cards or Virgo Season. I will also only extend posts from before this post on April 13, 2024. There will be other times to extend posts I make in the future, don't worry ;)

Once you all send me some suggestions, I will choose the ones I'm going to extend, and post them as I finish them. I'm looking forward to seeing all of your suggestions.

#not a story #follower milestone

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em-writes-stuff-sometimes · 1 year

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ñuhus prūmȳs (my heart) │ Chapter 11 PREVIEW

terms of endearment ‘verse: see my Masterlist for the correct series order!

Hey, all! I'm around 3000 words into the latest chapter - I know it's a little early for a preview, as I've still got PLENTY left to write for this one, but because it's been so long I figured I'd give you guys a little look at the first part of my draft. I'm honestly unsure when this one will be ready, so no idea re: expected post time/date. Remember, I have a progress bar on my desktop blog that I update regularly! Stay tuned, and thank you so much for the patience!

You are startled awake by the sound of crying.

Jolting up before your mind truly registers the sound, it takes you a moment to remember why it is that you have roused. You rub your eyes and yawn, peering to the side as the wailing multiplies, two thready, discordant pitches begging for someone, anyone to notice.

Daemon groans beside you.

“Fucking hells.” His voice is muffled by the pillow, timbre lacking the heat his words imply. “We were just up, weren’t we?”

You reach out to whack him for the profanity, arm striking across the span of his back. He grunts with the impact.

“I will take your daughter,” you mutter, already untangling yourself from the sheets, “but your son also begs for attention.”

“Fussy thing,” he mumbles, rolling from the bed behind you.

You smile. It is true that Aelys is the more demanding of the pair, and you are certain it is her tinny squalling that dragged you from unconsciousness in the first place. You ache with every step, your body still experiencing the shock of forcing your babes out, but it is difficult to resent the pain when your eyes alight on the pair of pale-haired miracles fussing in the cradle.

Your thought had been correct, indeed. While Rhaenar’s cries quieten at the brush of your fingers across his cheek, your daughter only sobs harder at the contact. In the weak light of early dawn, her flushed face and stubborn frown are easy to see, wrinkled features contorting in as furious an expression as an infant less than a sennight old can possibly muster. Her knees jerk against her wrappings, the only part of her that can gain any traction within the firm swaddle you have placed her in.

“Rhovus riñus,” you coo, lifting her up and carefully manoeuvring her into your arms. Loud girl, you call her, gently settling her fragile head in the crook of your elbow. Mind her neck, mind her neck,you think, a whisper repeating itself over and over again. It is overly cautious of you, perhaps, but you do not wish to inadvertently harm your babe. “Skorio syt ñāqī hīghā?” Why are you screaming at sunrise?

Her lashes flutter and she cranes toward the sound of your speech, lip quivering. Though you know she cannot see yet, you swear her gaze is trained on you, muzzy and unfocused as it must be. She kicks again at the feel of your thumb brushing over her pout, angry soft breaths puffing from tiny lungs. That raw, wrenching feeling of violent love wells up as it does each time you behold these lives you have made, bringing with it the urge to bar the entrances and dash the eyes from the skulls of all those who dare to look upon your little ones.

“Kesrio syt kepo ēdrunon iotāpteks daor,” Daemon grumbles, the warmth of his body spreading into yours as his hands fall to the cradle on either side of you, bracketing you in. Because she has no respect for her kepa’s rest. He punctuates the statement with a drowsed, aimless press of lips to your temple, sliding down to your cheekbone as he sets his chin to your shoulder and peers down at the troublemaker in your arms. “Vȳs zȳhom kiragon jaelza, hm?” She wants the world to wake when she does, hm?

You are sure this is a quality inherited from your uncle. From all accounts, you had been naught but a quiet, pleasant infant, scarcely to be heard unless in great need of the necessities for survival. It entertains you greatly to muse upon Daemon’s penchant for commotion being passed to his daughter, your daughter. Already she shows the signs of such a fate.

“She hungry?” His palm spans the circumference of her scalp and then some, a gentle ruffling of snow-fuzzed skin – your colouring, his colouring – that coaxes a vexed scrunch and whine from your girl.

“No,” you respond, passing your thumb back over her mouth. She does not attempt to suckle at them. “Just wanting her mama and papa, I think.”

There must be something soporific about the hum of mother and father conversing, for by now Aelys’s haranguing has petered off to a manageable grizzle. She is clearly unhappy with her present state, though you are glad she has chosen not to be quite so combative about it.

Rhaenar’s whimpers begin anew below you.

“Oh, kepus…” you begin, but you did not need to. Daemon readily slides around you and plucks the babe from the cradle with a deftness borne of familiarity. You do not know if it unnerves or reassures you that you yourself had helped shape this skill, once a newborn niece to the budding Rogue Prince.

“Kesīr māzīs, ñuhus trēsys,” he sighs, cupping the back of your son’s head to his shoulder with a hand propping him up under the rear. Come here, my son.

He sways slowly, and you can only watch spellbound as the motion silences the little boy entirely. Your husband’s lips curve in that gentle, aching countenance reserved for only the quietest, most unguarded moments, his nose brushing along the slope of Rhaenar’s skull.

“Jeva idañe pelrar issa,” he continues, glancing at you impishly. “Vali hēnkirī mazumbiti.” Your sister is a menace. Us men have to stick together.

“Lies. Lies and slander, my darling,” you declare to your daughter, spinning on your heel to convey her imperiously to the bed.

Your jesting march reaches a quick and abrupt halt as the cramping of your belly reminds you why it is that you are confined to your chambers for the time being. You stop, waiting for the discomfort to pass, clutching the heft of your babe to you tightly enough that she squawks with the indignity of it.

“Give her to me,” Daemon says firmly, hand rubbing soothingly at your waist. “Get back under the covers.”

“But you have–”

“I can bloody well hold two babes, you know,” he insists, levying an expression of utmost stubbornness your way. “You, however, shouldn’t even be up. You’ve scarcely begun to heal after shoving them both from your cu–”

“Language,” you hiss, passing Aelys into the care of your uncle so that you may hobble back to your safe haven. It is still warm beneath the blankets, and you gratefully press your chilled feet into the temperate spaces so as to regain some measure of sensation in your toes. “I wish you would not use foul words in front of them,” you chide half-heartedly, rearranging the pillows on either side of you with unhurried pace. If you move too fast, a fresh bout of soreness will plague you. “If the first thing they say is something horrid they have learned from you…”

“… then they’ll prove themselves adept pupils, won’t they?” Daemon finishes with a smirk, sitting on the edge of the mattress.

You stretch forth to take your daughter back, propping her on your lap and unbinding the cloth that keeps her so unhappily restrained. Her little arms lift as though in jubilation the very instant she is free, the knot of frustration between her translucent brows smoothing and her legs curling up in a manner much like the pose she had decided was most comfortable while still in your womb.

“Besides, we’ve a while until that becomes a problem,” your husband adds, though you are only partly listening, utterly engrossed in the clench and unclench of her small fists as you shift her, swaddling cloths and all, to one arm. “Not as though they’re performing dramatic orations any time soon.”

You do not get the chance to scold him yet again for the profanity, for your other arm is promptly occupied by your son. The movement startles him but briefly; he squeaks with the jolt of sudden movement and promptly curls into the heat of your skin emanating through your shift, smacking sleepy lips and wiggling his feet against your belly before dropping into slumber.

Rhaenar is a different sort of creature to his sister, you have found. Whether it be that he allows her to make complaints vociferously enough for them both or that he simply does not have any, he is a solemn thing, content enough to while away the hours slumbering or blinking new eyes up at the world, aimless, as though deep in thought. He looks a little like an old man, you think to yourself, charmed by the frowning pucker that forms on his dreaming face. The peace in his darling visage is such that you feel your own lids droop, the comforting weight of happy babes lulling you quicker than any draught or brew could.

Aelys is fire and blood and retribution, the very image of her father. But Rhaenar… he is you, calm and introspective, the cool that acts as balm to the stinging burn of tempestuousness. Nothing pleases you more than to have given new life in equal measure, to have given Daemon both a child he may love for those traits he admires in you and another in whom he may see his own reflection – in whom he may learn to love the parts of himself that he has so long despised.

Of course – being her father’s daughter – Aelys is not one to stay still and silent for too long. Rhaenar begins to stir when she whines, twisting uncoordinated limbs and kicking her heels into his.

“Go back to sleep with our boy, hm?” Daemon leans down first to brush a kiss on Rhaenar’s velvety crown, then up to your lips, his smokeleatherspice scent filling your nostrils and his calloused palm etching tender along your jaw. “I’ll take this one for a time,” he says against your mouth, drawing back to lift Aelys from you with feigned resignation. He tuts down at her with an aching sort of softness as she complains further, striking out at his proffered finger. “Perhaps her fit will abate with some fresh air.”

“Do not go far,” you mumble with eyes already closing, turning to your side to face your son, your firstborn. The babe does not even notice as you make yourself comfortable, drawing him ever closer so that you can feel the line of him against you, small head to tiny toes.

Daemon grunts an affirmative. He would not risk Rhaenar toppling from the bed or being smothered. The last thing you register before sleep claims you entirely is the sound of his low hum, fading with each step he takes toward the balcony.

“Brand new to the world, young madam, and already tormenting your brother? A little dragon, that’s what you are…”

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homosexualworkaccount · 3 months

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The sequel fanfiction to A Bloody Concoction of Love and Admiration has officially been named! You’ll be able to read Lover, You Should've Come Over sometime early February or mid February depending on my schedule, don’t have much time to write with important assignments coming up that make up almost half my grades. Loving class rn (kill me) but the Johnshi brainrot persists!!

The fic is currently sitting at around 13,000 words with three full chapters written out (not edited sadly, keeping that towards the end once all chapters have been written) with two half written ones. Each chapter will be around 3000 words worth of a short story. Im aiming for the full fic to have a word count around 20,000 words but who knows what’ll happen :P

Updates about the progress of the fic will be posted every few days so I can update people interested in it :D original fic is linked below for anyone curious!!

#johnshi #mk1 #johnny cage #kenshi takahashi #johnny cage x kenshi takahashi #My writing #finally i can tag my posts about this fic #LYSCO fic #what an interesting acronym

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sweetingseva · 7 months

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ACFTL EDITIONS + FINAL PAGE COUNT(?) 🧐😮

Since ACFTL is just a few weeks away, I was curious if I can catch any more news about... anything really. Samples, cryptic reviews, bonus info, things like that.

Then I stumbled upon the page count which varies with each edition.

So, take this with a grain of salt, but it's as follow (bonus content will be marked with [*]):

Standard Edition: 400 pages

*Waterstones edition: 416 pages

*Barnes and Noble edition: 448 pages

U.S. Kindle: 448 pages (update: 390 pages)

U.S. ebook: 448 pages

U.K. Kindle: 336 pages

I don't know how much bonus content will take up in pages, but this is what I found out there. It looks like the first recorded page count will hold for many of these editions. Which means MORE EVAJACKS! 💖💖💖🦊🍎

Keep in mind that ACFTL will have 49 chapters with an epilogue of more than 3000 words 😉

It's looking good if this page counts are true☺️

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chihirolovebot · 2 months

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your update schedule is so bad no offence. but why do updates take so long now? :(

i literally cant tell if this is a joke . every chapter of sleep awake ( assuming this is what you're referring to ) is anywhere from 3000 to 6000 words long, and i upload once a month. am i insane or is that not normal , or even above average , upload time? that plus writing 5000 words a week for my dissertation, actual deadlines for my university plus ANOTHER creative writing class, im currently spread pretty fucking thin. it has been barely two weeks since the last update . get to fuck.

#'no offence' im beating down ur door with a bat . holy shit.#dear venus.

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november-rayne · 9 months

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Chapter Nine: Family Dinner

A/N: Loki prepares to meet Sigyn's family again. Frigga's boy mom patience is tested.

Word Count: 3000

Rating: Mature

*This story is for mature audiences only.* 18+

*Minors DNI*

Tags: Loki and Thor laughing about things they shouldn't, Frigga is over it, Loki being a gentleman

Chapter Index

Loki’s new chambermaid was very efficient and matronly; older than his mother. He learned that her name was Margit and that she is married, has had four children, and has seven grandchildren. She can afford not to work but chooses to because she enjoys it. Before accepting the job as Loki’s chambermaid, she worked part-time in the kitchens. She was kind but stern with Loki when he took too long to choose a tunic to wear to dinner. She reminded him of a nursemaid he had when he and Thor still lived in the nursery.

“I will send this tunic back to the tailor for alteration. These three are too worn out and should have been discarded ages ago. This one does not suit your coloring. These trousers are too short for your legs. This pair of boots need repair. Don’t get me started on your cloaks. Honestly, child,” Margit was muttering to herself as she tore apart his wardrobe. Loki was getting dressed in the clothes she laid out on his bed, smiling to himself.

He bathed again and dressed in his second-best tunic. He took extra care to look his best. He was feeling much better than he did this morning, though he was getting increasingly nervous as dinnertime approached.

“Well, Margit, do I pass inspection?” Loki asked.

“Let us have a look at you.” Margit turned her attention away from the wardrobe and pushed her spectacles up the bridge of her nose. She ran her hands over Loki’s shoulders and down his arms. She took his chin in her hand and turned his face back and forth. She nodded approvingly, ran a finger behind each ear, and inspected them. “All clean and so handsome. I approve!”

Loki broke into a wide smile. “Thank you, Margit.” He had not been mothered in a long time, and it felt very comforting. Even if he would never admit it out loud, it was just what he needed right now. “Can you arrange for my tailor to bring me some sample fabrics? It seems my wardrobe is in desperate need of an update.”

“Yes, My Prince, good idea. I will see to it after your breakfast in the morning.” She went back to the pile of clothes on the floor.

“I will not be requiring breakfast in the morning. Now that the King has returned, I must catch up on work. I will head straight to my office in the morning.”

“Nonsense!”

“Excuse me?”

“You cannot be of any help to the realm with an empty belly. I will have breakfast ready for you when I wake you in the morning. Your Highness.” She added the last part as an afterthought

“Well, if you insist.”

“I do,” she replied matter-of-factly.

Loki chuckled when she missed his sarcasm.

“Now, stop dragging your heels.” Margit made a shooing motion with her hands. “Your mother will be cross if you are late for dinner. Scoot, Your Highness.”

“How have I made it this far without you, Margit?” Loki smiled widely as he made his way to the front doors of his apartment.

“Norns only know. Have a good time!” she said with a wave as she ushered him through the door.

Loki shook his head as he went to the small formal dining room on the other side of the palace.

Thor and Frigga were already in the receiving room outside the dining room. Loki bowed to his mother and then leaned in to kiss her cheek. “Mother, Thor, greetings.”

“You look well rested, Brother.” Thor clapped Loki on the arm.

“Thank you. I am feeling better. Mother, I need to tell you something before our guests arrive.” Loki said in a hushed voice.

“Does this have to do with the maid called Sera?” she asked.

He could not hide his surprise, “Mother, I did not invite her into my rooms. She must have convinced the guards to let her by. I was sound asleep, dead to the realm. Honestly,” he threw his hands up in defense, “I did not even realize what she was doing to me until-”

Frigga held up her hand to stop him.

“Wait, what happened?” Thor’s curiosity was piqued.

“I was informed. I have already discussed this with the head of security. Sera has been removed from the palace grounds. We have secured her a room and employment elsewhere.”

“Sera?” Thor asked. “The chambermaid with the nice…smile?” He quickly amended the end of his sentence when he saw Frigga’s face. “What did she do? What happened?” he asked again.

“Nothing you need to concern yourself with,” Frigga said.

Loki mimicked a blow job to Thor behind her back, and Thor’s eyebrows shot up. Frigga spun around, and Loki dropped his hands quickly.

“The two of you are the future of Asgard. Norns help us.” She rolled her eyes and headed straight to the wet bar in the corner of the room to pour herself a drink.

“Really?” Thor whispered to Loki when Frigga was out of earshot. “What the Hel? How do you sleep through that?”

“You know how exhausted I was. I thought I was dreaming.” Thor started giggling. Loki was trying to keep a straight face, “It is not funny.”

“No, it’s not.” Thor’s face was turning red, trying to hold back his laughter.

“Boys!” Frigga scolded as she made her way back to the pair. “That is quite enough.”

“Apologies, Mother. It has been quite the whirlwind of a day, and we have not even had dinner yet.” Loki offered.

“How do you like your new chambermaid?” Frigga asked, trying to change the subject.

“Margit is…unique. But she is delightful. Thorough and efficient,” Loki said.

Thor raised his eyebrows, “Is that so?” he asked and pressed his lips together to keep from laughing.

“No!” Loki threw his hands up in defense, “No, no, no, no, no, no. That was not how I intended that to sound.”

Thor could hold it no longer. He started laughing so hard that tears sprang to his eyes. “You should see your face!” Thor threw up his hands and mimicked his brother’s face.

“She’s ancient!” Loki howled, “I would not even think about-”

“Unless you were asleep, apparently.” Thor roared. Loki joined him.

Frigga drummed her fingernails on her wine glass and tapped her foot, waiting for the guffaws to stop. But each time they thought they were finished, one brother would start the other off again.

By the time they had gotten all their laughter out, Loki’s stomach was hurting, and Thor was wiping tears out of his eyes.

“If you two are quite finished?”

“Sorry, Mother.” They both spoke in unison, just like when they were small.

Then, the doors opened, and Lord Anderson and his family entered. Loki’s eyes immediately went to Sigyn. To Loki’s surprise, she quickly sought him out and gave him a shy smile. Her hair looked almost black in the low light. She was dressed in light blue tonight with silver jewelry and embellishments. The dress was simple and flowed almost weightlessly to the floor. She was just as lovely as he remembered.

Loki heard Thor let out a low whistle.

“Will you please stop doing that?” Loki said, not taking his eyes off Sigyn.

“Apologies, Brother. But…damn. The Norns are truly smiling upon you.”

“Yes,” Loki replied without really thinking.

“Ah, Your Highnesses!” Lord Anderson bowed deeply. “Thank you, My Queen, for the hospitality.”

“Of course.”

“I see someone is feeling better.” Lord Anderson clasped Loki’s hand and gave it a firm shake.

“Yes, well, a good nap can work wonders,” Loki replied.

“The man rebounds quickly!” Lord Anderson winked at Sigyn and gave her a nudge with his elbow, “You will appreciate that once you are married.”

Sigyn smirked at Loki. He caught the glint of mischief in her eyes and felt his cock twitch.

“Erik! Mind yourself in front of the Queen. Apologies, Your Majesty.” Lady Anderson stepped forward and curtsied. “All those years in the army have blunted his manners.”

“Think nothing of it.” Frigga waved her hand. “I am quite familiar with how men speak when they think we are not paying attention.”

“Who wants a drink before dinner?” Thor motioned toward the wet bar and took Lady Anderson’s arm. “My Lady?”

“Ah, you are reading my mind!” Lord Anderson followed suit and offered his arm to the Queen.

Loki and Sigyn remained behind.

“Sorry about my father, Your Highness. He is always trying to find new ways to embarrass me.”

Loki chuckled, “Your father and my brother will get along very well, it seems.”

She smiled, “Do not let me keep you from getting a drink.”

“Oh, no. I have had enough lately to last me a couple of lifetimes,” Loki smiled back.

Sigyn stepped closer to Loki’s side. She fiddled with her bracelet, not meeting his eyes. “You…you were away recently?”

“I was.” Loki kept his hands clasped behind his back. Her eyes met his when he said, “But I am back now, and I am not planning on leaving again anytime soon.”

“I am glad to hear it.” She reached up and plucked a piece of fluff from the arm of his tunic.

“Truly?” Loki followed her hand with his eyes as she let the fluff fall from her elegant fingers.

“Truly.” She clasped her hands together in front of her. Their eyes met again. She gave him a half smile. “Is the King ever on time for dinner? I am famished.”

Loki laughed, “Never.”

oOXOo

The King eventually arrived, and the group enjoyed a pleasant dinner, just the seven of them. It was a nice change of pace from eating in the dining hall. The conversation flowed easily. Lord Erik Anderson was boisterous but not obnoxiously so. He got along well with the King.

He was an excellent storyteller. He did make a few more jokes of a sexual nature with the intent of embarrassing Sigyn. Loki noted that she seemed unfazed by the remarks each time, even rolling her eyes at him at one point.

He was a large, barrel-shaped man. Not fat, but stout. Loki figured he looked like Thor would when he got to his age.

Lady Astrid Anderson was reserved. Sigyn got her beauty and grace from her mother. She was tall, and her figure was still youthful. Her frock showed off the ample curves of her breasts and hips and the flat plane of her stomach. Her face was graced with very few lines.

She asked Loki and Thor about growing up in the palace and which places in the nine realms were their favorites. Loki remembered they had lost two sons in battle and humored her as she focused her attention on the pair of princes.

Loki studied Sigyn every chance he got. She dug into her dinner with enthusiasm. Minding her table manners but not seeming to care about how much she ate, much unlike the ladies he was used to dining with, who barely ate their meals. She sipped her wine but favored her water goblet. She conversed with everyone, even the king, offering honest opinions and counterpoints.

Loki could tell she was just as educated as he was. She was a good storyteller, just like her father, offering the group a tale of her last trip to Midgard, where she toured a sizeable indoor marketplace called a mall and watched a piece of drama that was projected onto a wall of canvas using light.

She would catch him staring at her from across the table and give him an authentic smile. What he saw in her eyes was genuine; he believed she looked happy to be here. Unless he was just fooling himself.

When Odin stood, signaling the end of dinner, everyone returned to the sitting room. The King and Queen took their leave first after some small talk. Loki grimaced involuntarily when he noticed the hungry look his mother gave his father as they made their way into the hallway.

‘I could have done without that.’ Loki thought.

“Are you feeling ill again, Your Highness?” Sigyn caught him by surprise.

“Oh,” Loki chuckled as he placed his hand on her lower back, “No, I was just remembering something unpleasant.” He quickly returned his hands behind his back. “I am feeling much better, thank you.”

Thor and His Lordship were back at the wet bar, trading stories of battles past and comparing scars.

“Would you ladies allow me to escort you back to your chambers?”

Lady Anderson looked impatiently at her husband, and he waved her on. “Don’t wait up for me, dear. I will be of no use to you this night.” Thor laughed, slapped him on the shoulder, and raised another glass of spirits.

“Honestly, Erik, we are in the presence of royalty.” She huffed and fiddled with her necklace. “Sigyn and I would be honored. Thank you, My Prince.”

“Of course, My Lady.” Loki led the women to the hallway and offered them each an elbow. He pointed out a few key pieces of art as they walked. When they reached the front doors of their guest chambers, Loki looked over and caught Sigyn staring at him.

“Thank you for the escort, Your Highness.” Lady Anderson curtsied. “We shall see you at the betrothal feast tomorrow night.”

“Rest well, My Ladies.” Loki nodded to the Lady as she made her way to the double doors.

“Come along, child,” she said as she noticed Sigyn made no move to release the prince’s arm.

“Might I take a moment, Mother?”

The Lady glanced between the pair and saw the surprise on Loki’s face. “Very well, but only a moment. I will be just inside,” she warned, shutting the door behind her.

Sigyn dropped her hand and moved to stand directly in front of Loki. She stood about half a head shorter than he did. ‘She is the perfect height to plant a kiss on her forehead.’ He imagined doing just that.

She played with her bracelet as she raised her eyes to him. “May I speak freely, Your Highness?”

“I would prefer it,” he replied, intrigued.

“You had me worried when I first arrived. Mother was beside herself, believing they had promised me to a drunkard. I was starting to believe the royal portraits I had seen of you were a farse, but your looks seem to be improving.” She grinned at him.

Loki laughed, “Oh, I am usually very swoon-worthy. Give me another day or two, and you will say that the royal painter did me no justice.”

He regarded her for a moment. “I… apologize, My Lady. I do not usually drink myself to illness. I did not handle the news of our betrothal in the most mature way. I regret that more than you can know.” He moved to place his hand on her arm but stopped himself at the last moment. “That is no reflection on you, My Lady. You are more lovely than I could have hoped for.”

“But?”

He hesitated. He was looking right into Sigyn’s big green eyes and was having trouble remembering what he was making such a fuss about.

“But I do not know if I am ready to be married.”

“I see,” Sigyn smiled at him, “You believe you will never have another day of fun once we are wed? That I will be demanding of all your precious time? That you will never get to spend time with your friends or brother again?”

Loki looked at his feet in response. Sigyn placed a finger under his chin and raised his head to look at her again. “I know that you know very little about me, and you have no reason to believe me, but I can assure you that I have no intention of forcing you to become someone you are not.”

Loki thought for a moment, not taking his eyes from hers. “How do you know that I am deserving of such grace? Hmmm? You know very little about me as well.”

“I know more than you think I do, Your Highness. Prince’s secrets are rarely secret.” She gave him a knowing smile and returned to fiddling with her bracelet.

“Is that so?” He smiled at her. She bit her lip. Loki felt a fire start in his body and let out a slow breath. He wanted to kiss her so badly.

“Lady Sigyn, tell me, what have you heard about me?” He gave her an innocent smile. He squeezed his hands tightly behind his back to avoid reaching for her.

She smirked and reached up to play with a lock of his hair. “A story for another time, perhaps. It is getting late, and my mother will drag me back inside by my ear if I do not make haste.”

Loki took her hand from his shoulder and kissed it. Then he kissed her palm and placed it on his cheek, holding it in place. He noticed her breaths pick up. Her chest rose and fell so temptingly. His skin was burning under her touch.

“Another time, then.” His voice was low and velvety, “Good night, My Lady.”

“Sweet dreams, My Prince.” Her eyes danced with mischief.

With that, Loki took his leave. Every cell in his body was aching to stay and stand beside her, but he forced himself to turn and stride quickly down the hall to the stairs.

By the time he returned to his apartment, he was grinning like a fool.

‘Pull yourself together, man.’ He chastised his reflection in the bathroom mirror. ‘She is just a woman. Just a woman, like all the rest.’ But he knew he was lying to himself as soon as he thought it. She was not just another woman. She was the woman.

She was intelligent, funny, and beautiful. ‘Could she feel the same way about me?’ he wondered. ‘You have known her less than a day. Quit acting like a schoolboy.” He scolded himself as he slipped into bed.

He rested there for a moment before he got back out again to look under his bed and check his wardrobe, just to be safe. Confident he was alone, he allowed himself to drift off to sleep.

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rushtoprove · 1 year

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Our little secret part 2?3?4?5?6?7!!!!! I’m invested now and I’ve been waiting for an update!!!

i might jinx it but i’m 3000 words in to the new chapter of our little secret so i’m thinking tomorrow will be the day i publish the new update :0

#hotd imagine #house of the dragon #aemond targaryen fic #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen imagine #house of the dragon imagine #aemond imagine #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targryen imagine #aemond x reader

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recurring-polynya · 3 months

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Writing/Art Update 2.6.2024

I managed to write exactly 4000 words of what I am currently calling Chapter ?10?, which is to say, "the last chapter," however many end up getting squeezed in before it. It's coming along pretty well, and I think the stuff I had planned in the outline is going to fill out the space of one chapter pretty nicely. I had been worried that I was going to write all of this up and it was going to be, like...3000 words total, and I was going to have to come up with some more stuff, but that doesn't seem to be the case. (phew!)

It's a little bit ambitious, but I've set "Finish Chapter ?10?" as my goal for this week. On this project, I have been aiming for 4k words/week, and it's probably going to be more like 5 or 6k, but we'll see!

It's kinda crazy, actually, because I can remember back in October, estimating out the size of what I thought this fanfic was gonna be and saying to myself, "If I can write 4000 words/week, I can finish it around March", which felt like both so many words and so far away, but somehow, it's February, and it's already longer than I thought it would be (finished) and I'm still trying to grind out 4k/wk and it still feels so far away, except that it's still looking like it might be done sometime in the vicinity of March and that's next month. This is definitely the hardest fanfic I have ever written (every fanfic is the new hardest fanfic I have ever written). 0% inspiration, just scraping every one of these words out of the dirt with my fingernails. Astonishingly enough, it's still kinda good. At least, I think it's kinda good. We'll see.

I used most of my daily drawing time this week to work on a combined Kuchiki Sibs birthday drawing. I was feeling pretty good about it until I showed it to my kid and she was like, "Mom, can I give you some constructive criticism?" and then I shriveled up and died, but I don't care, I still like it.

Okay okay okay okay I'm doing this update early today, so I can jump back in and start clocking words for next week, let's gooooooooo

#writing update #art update

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floufli · 11 months

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Fanfic ( Miguel x reader) update

So as I said on @smotheredinlighterfluid post about a prompt that I've been working on in a fic I started last week here's a fic update.

Acknowledging the results from the pull I made earlier today I'll try to post chapter by chapter which should keep me motivated long enough to actually end the thing lmao. I'll try to do 3000 words chapters, that's easier to do on the long run I think.

Right know I didn't see the movie so I can't write much more cuz I don't want Miguel to be ooc (I know the pain)

I should see it tomorrow so fingers are crossed .

SO- to put things in perspective and not deceive anyone if they're waiting, the fic will include tags/prompts such as:

! I'M NOT A NATIVE ENGLISH SPEAKER SO THERE COULD BE SOME WEIRD SENTENCES FORMULATIONS / ERRORS !

non minor friendly under the cut :/

Pheromones intense reactions/instincts

Biting / Marking (public) you'll understand when the scene will appear)

Spiderwoman!Reader x Miguel ( If I have the time I'll make it male! Reader but Gn!Reader are a bit complicated to write for my plot specifically)

Reader is like Miguel but better

Dom!Reader mainly ( there's enough sub!reader out here to feed everybody >:c but there will be none in this household )

okay SOME switch!Reader / suby!Miguel

Angst (not too much...okay a bit but it's for the plot I swear )

Character trauma study

Fluff / Comfort (I need to hug this man)

Slowish burn ( I'll say it'll be 30k and it will be 40k and still not finished so idk)

Emotional constipation / Negation of feelings

An unholy amount of smut ( not at the beginning though again I get carried away by the plot easily)

Pegging probably

Blood and Injury

Canon typical violence / Violence

Canon Divergences obviously

Shitty writing but that's okay

2nd Person Reader, I literally hated it at the beginning and now can't write anything else.

Should be an happy ending, but if you want it to hurt I can easily bring the worst in myself to do an alternative end ^3^

Going from the end of Into the Spiderverse to Beyond the Spiderverse

At the moment there are:

4k ish words / 30Kish maybe more surely more

the final scene is mostly clear in my head so plot should follow.

I will post it on AO3 and tumblr if y'all appreciate it enough .

Hope it will met your tastes when it's out, and feel free to propose idea in the comments if you are inspired !

I'll edit this as the inspiration goes.

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thelovelyghostwriter · 15 days

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#ao3 fanfics #fanfiction #fanfics #poll

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lucawrites11 · 16 days

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i've had a few asks and comments asking for updates which is valid, it's been a while, but i am working on them. my adhd just makes it impossible to work at one fic at a time and focus on it so i'll just finish three fics at once or something. to illustrate this, this is what i wrote over the last couple of days:

mapi and ingrid tattoo artist au: 3000 words (now at 5,000 words) [still incomplete because i have so many ideas for this one]

never knew the best was yet to come chapter two: wrote 3,000 words, hated it, deleted it, wrote 2,300 words until my wrist screamed at me and i was forced to stop (now at 2,300 words) [still incomplete (should be around 10,000 words) and i'm angry at it because i lost the train of thought i had yesterday]

missing pieces (a visit to rome and laura): deleted 1,500 words because i hated it, wrote 852 words

missing pieces (ona fluff): wrote 5,046 words [scared about how incomplete this one is it's going to be LONG]

missing pieces (reactions to the relationship between ona and evie): wrote 652 words

if i could focus on one fic, i could be so productive but i am not so here we are, i am now going to stare at a screen until i remember my train of through in never knew the best was yet to come and i think i will finish the tattoo artist au first

#is forever enough?#missing pieces #luca writes #emilia russo-williamson #evie bronze

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