#General Audiences

[profoundbondfanfic]

My New York Valentine

My New York Valentine by followyourenergy (@followyourenergy) Rating: General Audiences Word Count: 1k

Dean Winchester plans to drown his sorrows in waffles after picking another fight with his best friend since childhood, Cas, on their friendversary... which happens to be Valentine’s Day. His plans are stymied when he’s stopped on the way back to work by a man who wants to take his photo and chat with him. When the man asks about love, he tells him about his secret love for his best friend. Little does Dean know his secret will soon be revealed. This fic is inspired by Humans of New York, a popular Facebook page that tells true stories about everyday people in New York (and elsewhere).

This short but oh so sweet fic has a few of my favorite things. First, I love any idea inspired by cute internet trends or clever videos. Add to that besties Dean and Cas who are also secretly pining for one another? I couldn’t click a link faster. 

My New York Valentine fits the bill perfectly. If you’re online, you might be familiar with the account Humans of New York but if not, it’s as described perfectly in the summary above. The account is special because it touches on humanity, regular everyday people living their little extraordinary lives all around us. In this fic, it’s Dean who is being interviewed, and the way Cas finds out about it is incredibly sweet and fitting, leaving you hopeful for this version of them. Don’t miss it! 

#destiel #fic rec #general audiences #au #<10k #modern setting #fluff #friends to lovers #author: followyourenergy #My New York Valentine

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

DAY TWO: Stress w/ Professor!Spencer Reid

a/n: Yes, this is another late post, but hey, it was posted, so whatever! This can be seen as a continuation/a drabble of the couple in the oneshot 'Me & My Husband' :]

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Spencer's passion to be the best professor he can be for his students was admirable, but an as equally stressful task as well. He was constantly organized and energetic, making sure that no kid's assignment was left ungraded, and as sure as hell no one was failing, not on his watch. Sometimes, he forgot about himself, and that's where you'd come in. Like tonight, where you found him hunched over a bunch of papers, unruly curly hair threaded between his fingers as he took deep breaths.

"Spence?" You said softly, placing a hand on his shoulder. He jumped, but instantly relaxed under the weight of your hand. "What're you doing here, I thought you went home already." He said tiredly, rubbing some of the exhaustion out of his eyes. You shook your head no with a sad smile on your face, "Mm, I was waiting for my husband, but consider me surprised when I found myself waiting in our car for over an hour." He let out an airy but guilty laugh. "I'm sorry, I just — I just have a few more tests to grade before we can go." A few meant possibly hundreds, depending on how fast he was going.

Yes, he used to be able to read super fast, and even have an eidetic memory, but as he has gotten older, his brain doesn't run as fast as it used to. You knew he hated it, even though it served him well in his early years of teaching.

"How about you stop where you're at now, and we go to bed as soon as we get home?" You suggested, running your hands up and down his shoulders, crawling down his back. You felt the shivers run up his spine, his body slumping as he finally let the many sleepless nights catch up to him. "But I—" He tried to argue. "Nope, no excuses. I don't know what I would do if I allowed you to tug your hair out until you go bald. Why else would I have married you?" You teased as you began to pack up his stuff. "Oh really?" He asked with a small smile on his face.

"Really."

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[ozardsmanuscripture]

Prompt #1: Hero X Villain

"distractions"

"well, well, well!" villain said with a terrifying grimace. Beneath their boots was Hero, all tied up in a metal rope. Hero grunted from their failed attempt to sneak in without being caught. Villain chuckled under their breath as they roughly poked their boots upon the hero's back "Henchman..." Villain called out, Henchman who was only a few meters at the back of Villain quietly approached their master "call Supervillain for me, I captured a good one" Henchman politely agreed as their shoes click upon the floor. Villain waited as the echo of Henchman's shoes were fading away at the background. Villain looked at the corner of his shoulders, to see no one there. They smirked and looked down "hey..." They called out to Hero. Hero didn't respond not bothering to even look at them. Villain clicked their tongue "what don't have a tongue? Talk to me" they possessively commented with a hiss.

Hero rolled their eyes as they gaze up upon their captor as they faintly asked with a "what". Villain smirked and crouched down "are you really in a mission? Or were you just looking for an excuse to see me?" They asked Hero.

Hero scoffed "oh please, if I truly wanted to see you, you would've been found dead tomorrow" they growled on Villain

Villain hummed, they slowly brushed the hair on Hero's face. They gave a long crescent smirk as they patted Hero's face almost harshly making Hero grunt from the patting.

"I'll take that as a yes"

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[fromxxthexxashes]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz, Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV) Characters: Evan "Buck" Buckley, Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV) Additional Tags: Temporary Amnesia, Established Relationship, Angst and Hurt/Comfort Summary:

Listen - the panic attack Buck had, it was fully justified. As far as he knew, it was 2021 - and Eddie was standing next to him, telling him that he’d forgotten the last three years of his life. He felt he deserved a moment to have a panic attack, thank you very much.

or - after an accident at work, Buck forgets the last three years of his life. Mentally, he's back in 2021 and in the midst of a failing relationship with Taylor - but actually, its 2024 and he's married to his best friend, Eddie. Navigating amnesia is pretty heavy work, as it turns out.

Notes: This has some nice domestic Buddie in it (in combination with a classic amnesia trope). Overall, a little angst, but really sweet and romantic too. 

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[kingtry]

"Safe" House

Author: Calix Rating: General Audiences Fandom: Danny Phantom, Batman Relationships: None Language: English Stats: 2 Chapters (Completed)

Summary:

Tim and Damian were helping Jason move safe houses.

What was this in the back room?

Autor: Calix Clasificación: Audiencias generales Fandom: Danny Phantom, Batman Relaciones: Ninguna Idioma: Inglés Estado: 2 Capítulos (Terminada)

Resumen:

Tim y Damian estaban ayudando a Jason a moverse de casa segura.

¿Qué era eso en la habitación de atrás?

Divisores de  cafekitsune

#danny phantom #dc x dp #dp x dc #dc universe #alternate universe #batman #crossover #danny fenton #damian wayne #tim drake #jason todd #fanfic recommendation #recomendación de fanfic #✰ : remi.resources. #ao3 #general audiences

[steddieunderdogfics]

shout-out to Nothing But Bliss by Talar (https://archiveofourown.org/works/51526486/chapters/130227298) which has a super interesting story and characters on point, not to mentions it's so well-written!!

Anonymous also recommended this fic, adding:

“Nothing but Bliss” by Talar on ao3!! It only has like 50 kudos which is insane to me as it lives rent free in my head

Nothing But Bliss by Talar

Rating: General Audiences

60,006 words, 10/10 chapters

Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, Post S4, Minor Robin Buckley/Nancy Wheeler, Minor Wayne Munson/Original Female Character, Period-Typical Homophobia, Good Parent Wayne Munson, Everyone Needs A Hug, death of a sibling, Grief/Mourning, Steddie Big Bang 2023 (Stranger Things), POV Alternating, Steve Harrington Has Bad Parents, steddiebang23

Summary:

There's no reason for Eddie to feel so wrong. Everything’s normal in his life; He lives with his uncle and his brother, his and his friends’ band is a moment away from making it big, he has a boyfriend he loves more than anything else and life’s pretty great, but something still feels... misplaced. His memories are all mixed up and he seems to be remembering his life incorrectly- sometimes he’ll feel pain or discomfort in places he isn’t even wounded in, he’ll have memories that go completely against one another, and there are some weird things his mind doesn’t allow him to even think about, such as red skies, bones snapping and the way Dustin screams his name. All in all, it’s easy to ignore, up until he sees a strange girl with blood trickling down her nose.

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[quietwings-fics]

took a little journey to the unknown

Rating: General Audiences Archive Warning: N/A Fandom: Supernatural Ship: Genfic (Amara & Lucifer) Additional Tags: Pre-Canon, Young Lucifer (Supernatural), Aunt Amara (Supernatural), Family Bonding, Curiosity Wordcount: 2073 Summary:

Lucifer finds Amara fascinating. Even if Michael and God say he should stay away, he can't help dogging her heels, eager to learn more.

Michael gave Lucifer very clear instructions. “Don’t leave your nest,” and, “I’ll only be gone for a little while, so wait for me,” and, “Why don’t you take a nap, Lucifer?” Lucifer had listened and nodded and then, peered over the edge of the nest he and Michael shared to watch his brother go. He waited until Michael was out of sight before tumbling his way free. He spread his wings, which still felt too big for the rest of him — especially compared to Michael, who had told Lucifer how he had been created fully-formed where Lucifer was meant to grow. Lucifer still didn’t understand why their Father made him this way, and Michael, in turn, didn’t understand why Lucifer felt the need to ask so many questions.

He couldn’t help himself. Michael got more frustrated by Lucifer’s questions than God did and rarely had the answers he wanted, but whenever he did ask their Dad, He’d talk on and on and on until Lucifer was squirming and needed to stretch his wings before he went crazy. That was usually the point at which Dad would sigh, pass Lucifer over to Michael, and tell Michael to answer the questions that endlessly flowed out of Lucifer, starting the whole process over again.

At a certain point, Lucifer had decided it would be better for him to go looking for answers on his own. He was big enough. Michael had taught him to fly through clumsy and sometimes harrowing lessons, ones that had Lucifer losing his way in clouds of space dust and often getting carried back to their nest by his older brother when he got too tired.

He would be back before Michael even noticed he was gone. He flapped his wings, lifting himself into the air with none of the grace his brother had left with but stubbornly persisting anyway.

There were so many things to see out there. The universe around them was always in flux. Lucifer thought the only constants might be him, Michael, God, and Her.

Technically, Lucifer wasn’t supposed to talk to Her.

If their Father really wanted him to stop, than He would have done it already. Therefore, He obviously didn’t care whether Lucifer spent time with Her. Maybe He even wanted him to. That made sense to Lucifer. Michael loved him, and Dad loved him, so how could She not?

Lucifer glided, wobbly, focusing all of his effort on keep himself from turning too far one way or the other. There were sometimes waves of energy that he could ride to ease the strain of flying. His favorite were the solar flares of newborn suns, so hot that they made his feathers tingle and reminded him of Michael, sending him off with a burst so powerful it nearly always knocked him off-course but was worth it every time. There were others, even more powerful, reaching from far corners of the universe to carry him further than any other.

Lucifer couldn’t feel Her presence, exactly. She was more like an absence, the opposite of what he was, what God was. He slowed to feel the edges of that void, skimming his wingtip where She had walked through and done Her work. A shiver ran up his wing, and he tilted dangerously, falling right into the void where She had been devouring creation. It didn’t hurt, but it froze him to his core, making it harder for him to fly and escape. He beat his wings faster, but his long flight to locate Her had already tired him out.

Panicking, he cried out, “Michael!” Louder a second time, “Michael!!”

He felt the palm of a hand cup his struggling form the same way he might capture a meteor in his own. He collapsed into it, exhausted, and he was carried out of the coldest part of the Darkness. The hand cradling him was still cold, but not as overwhelming and it wouldn't let him fall.

“So it was you making all that noise,” he heard, and he straightened up to face Her. He scooted around in Her palm until he was comfortable, his wings folded against his back. She lifted a finger and poked the spot between his wings, making him squawk in surprise. “My brother’s new creation.”

“Lucifer,” he told Her. He liked his name. He wanted Her to use it, the way Michael did, or Dad, when he wasn’t calling Lucifer and Michael ‘son’ interchangeably. She tilted Her head as She carried him further away from the roiling Darkness.

“Lucifer,” She relented. “Where’s the other one? The bigger one who’s always watching you.” She poked at his wing again. It was a little too rough, and Lucifer winced, pulling away from Her. Her second touch was more gentle, and pleasant shivers rolled down his wing as She pet it.

“Michael’s busy,” Lucifer said. “God gave him some very important work to do.” He stretched his wing out a little for Her to touch even more. It felt very nice. Different than Michael or Dad. They were warm, just like Lucifer, but She was new! And Lucifer loved experiencing new things.

“Like what?” This was another part he liked about Her. Very rarely was Lucifer the one who got to answer questions. He frowned as he failed to come up with a good one.

“I’m not sure,” he said. “They’ll let me help when I’m bigger.” He purred softly as She ran a finger or two over one wing and then the other.

“You’re already half the size of your brother,” She said. Lucifer puffed up proudly, his wings fluttering.

“I am?”

“You used to be so small, I was afraid I might crush you by accident. And my brother would never have let that go,” She rolled Her eyes at that last part. Lucifer laughed.

“What are you doing?” he asked when he’d calmed down. Amara tapped his head gently, and he still swayed in her palm from the strength of it. He shook his head to clear away any dizziness.

“Making room,” She answered. “Cleaning up my brother’s toys.” Lucifer nodded.

“Michael makes me clean up my own messes,” he told her, and she hummed to let him know She was listening. Lucifer could feel the vibration in his grace. “But then,” he continued, like it was a secret, “he always cleans up when I’m done anyway.”

“If you’re anything like my brother, you don’t do a very good job of it on your own,” She said. Lucifer huffed. A soft touch on his wings soothed him again. She gazed down at him for a moment, and Her expression melted into one of affection. “You do take after him. Such a bright little angel.”

“You think so?” Lucifer head swam at even the thought. Maybe that was why his Father had made him so small, why he needed to grow. He wanted Lucifer to be like Him.

Something twinged in Lucifer’s grace. Why not Michael, too? Lucifer didn’t want to become something that Michael wasn't.

“You should fly home, little light,” She told him. “I have more work to do, and-“

“I want to see!” he interrupted, nearly tripping over his words in his haste. She paused.

“I’m not God, Lucifer,” She said, and Her indulgence of his curiosity thinned to a stern warning. “The things I do are anathema to you.” She placed one finger below his chin, fixing his eyes to Hers. “I am Hunger and Destruction and Darkness. You were not made for these things.” Lucifer swallowed. It was hard to look at Her, the same way it was to look at God. Tears brimmed at the corners of his eyes, but he took a deep breath and forced himself to hold Her gaze.

“I want to see,” he insisted. “It’s important. I want to know.” Curiosity bubbled inside him. He had always arrived to find her in the aftermath of her work, and that left him unsatisfied.

Besides, if he understood Her, then maybe She would let him help Her. Wouldn’t God be impressed by his initiative then? Michael would be so surprised that he could handle this, and he’d tell their Father to let Lucifer help with their work right away, too. He could be everyone’s favorite forever.

“Alright,” She said, “but be still and quiet. I need to focus.” Lucifer spread his wings. He flew himself up to Her shoulder to perch where their lines of sight would be the same. He held on tight. She gestured across an expanse that Lucifer hadn’t visited in a long time, and that God hadn’t mentioned in even longer. Lucifer and Michael usually only played where His work was long finished, so that they wouldn’t get in the way. Lucifer huddled down against Her shoulder as it began to get cold again. He shook, but the Darkness didn’t scare him as much when he knew She was in control of it. With wide eyes, he watched Her unmake planets and snuff out stars. He felt familiar waves of power washing over him. He folded his wings up tightly so that he wouldn’t be caught. That was where the rest of the waves he had been gliding on came from. He’d flown on the last gasps of dying stars, and he hadn’t even known it.

Lucifer was not sure if he could call what She did beautiful, not in the way he found creation beautiful. There was something about it that kept him enthralled, though. The Darkness devoured everything in its path, leaving only emptiness behind where Lucifer knew eventually God would come and make more things, and then, when He was done, the Darkness would come again. Over and over, always.

Lucifer peeked over at Her face. She wore the same delight his Father did when He was working. Lucifer felt himself smile to match it, barely restraining his wings from spreading with joy before another wave of energy threatened to bowl him over.

“Are you still there?” She asked. Lucifer wavered in place but held on.

“Yes.”

“What do you think?” Lucifer looked out at the void beyond them, once full of odds and ends. He stared very hard into it.

“Do you do this with everything Dad makes?” Lucifer asked. She nodded. “Are you going to do it to me one day?”

“Yes,” She said, not hesitating for even a moment. Lucifer pulled his wings in tightly.

“Would you be sad?” She lifted Her hand and extended a finger again, letting Lucifer decide to reach his wing up to let Her stroke it.

“Yes.” Lucifer leaned over into Her, his wing still stretched out for Her to pet. “You wouldn’t be gone. You would be with me.” He nuzzled up against Her cheek. “And eventually, you would become something new.”

“What was I before this, then?” She laughed.

“I don’t know what my brother made you out of. That’s his job, not mine.” Lucifer shut his eyes and imagined being a planet, or a black hole, or a star. Stars didn’t have older brothers, he decided, so he was happier being an angel.

His eyes snapped open. Michael.

“I have to go! Michael’s going to notice I’m missing!” He really wanted to stay until She was done, but if he did, Michael was going to watch him so closely that he wouldn’t be able to get away again. He sighed. One day, he’d convince Michael to come with him.

“Wait,” She said. She plucked Lucifer from Her shoulder into her palm again. He balanced himself, wings spread. “Wait… and now, fly!” Lucifer swooped out of Her palm, beating his wings once, twice, before he felt the reason She’d made him pause: a huge wave of energy rolling away from the Darkness. Lucifer whooped as it carried him away, easing the ache of exertion as he relaxed into its flow. He looked back once to see that She was watching him leave, and he grinned.

By the time Michael got back to their nest, Lucifer was fast asleep and curled up under his tired wings. He only stirred enough to feel Michael lay down beside him and tug him in to cuddle.

Michael shivered. He ran his hands down Lucifer’s wings. Lucifer hadn’t even noticed he was still cold. He held his breath, but all Michael did was warm him back up, wrapping him in soft feathers and holding him close.

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[ineffableclassics]

“What have you got there?” She asked as the doors slid shut behind her, stepping up to inspect the plant. “My, what a lovely thing. Where are you taking it?”

“I’m, er, getting rid of it, actually.” Crowley answers, caught off guard by the way Margerie is looking at the plant. “Leaf spots.” He offers as a weak explanation, shifting it so she could better see the offending spot.

“Oh, that’s hardly any reason to get rid of it!” Margerie replies at once. “When something is a little damaged like that, you don’t throw it away, you take care of it. A little love and dedication and it’ll be healed right up.”

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When Crowley tries to figure out what to do with the plants that disobey him, he doesn't expect to suddenly befriend the woman who lives in the flat below him. But he does.

Words: 50,161

Status: incomplete

Rating: General

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[roselyn-writing]

Icy Goddess Chapter 12

“Troubled Souls”

A/N: About the title; Welp, there’s nothing to explain! ;)

The chilly winds of Arktika blew over and gently moved the curtains Of Selviya’s room. She woke up because of it. She brushed her long glossy hair from her face. then she woke up, with an unstifled yawn that managed to escape her mouth, she quickly put her hand on her mouth while yawning, as a feeble effort to stop her yawn.

she went to the faucet to rinse her face and brush her teeth. after doing all that, she quickly wore a Lin-Kuei uniform then she headed to the main hall to see her friends.

It is the first time she wears a Lin-Kuei uniform, and she feels mixed emotions about it, but she knows that Kuai Liang will be happy once he sees her wearing it. she chuckled at this.

She heard the hushed voices of two familiar men; they are Cyrax and Smoke, Selviya doesn’t like to eavesdrop but she felt the need to do it. Because they seem troubled or something.

Selviya felt like a rude person but she didn’t like to eavesdrop further, so she quickly decided to leave them be and goes to see Kuai Liang or Bi Han.

Upon walking through Lin Kuei's old, mysterious, and awe-inspiring halls. She likes this place, and she wants to learn more about it. Sadly, Kuai Liang doesn’t mention anything to her. He only mentions short stories or short info about this place, Selviya can easily learn it all with her magic but again, she feels like she is intruding or trespassing. With a smile on her face, she mumbled.

“Time will tell”.

Once again, She heard the voices of Cyrax and Smoke. She hummed in pure relief that they are still social and willing to interact with people. Despite what happened to them, they are still fighting and nothing ever broke their spirits.

Selviya wished she can help more. But she didn’t want them to be indebted to her; She doesn’t want them to feel they are independent of her and only. she just wants them to be happy and smiling after all they had been through, she just wants to be the light in their lives. Not just in their lives, but In all people's lives.

She reached the man hall where she hopes that she can find Kuai eating his breakfast. She found him indeed, he was talking to a student near the table. She didn’t like to interrupt so she waited patiently for them to end the conversation.

The student left once the Grandmaster dismissed him, Then the Grandmaster left to drink tea before his morning meditation session.

Before Kuai put his hand on his teacup, Selviya greeted him “Hi! Good morning!”

He was startled by her voice, the cup nearly fell from his hand, but he kept his composure. which made her giggle at him.

“Good morning Love,” Kuai greeted back.

“Sorry about that,” she said with a smile “I was just too excited!”

“Don’t worry about it” He muttered, as he poured tea for himself.

She didn’t respond but she only gave him an ornery smile. he got used to her ornery playful smiles.

Before Selviya could say anything, Cyrax and Smoke enter the hall to have their breakfast.

She quickly turned her face to get a glimpse of them, they seem ordinary. No black bags under their eyes or anything. She quickly turns around so they won’t catch her staring at them.

Smoke and Cyrax sat on the table and started to pour themselves some water. Before they start a conversation they took a sip of water.

“Good morning Grandmaster and Grandmistress” Cyrax greeted.

“Good morning! přátelé!” Smoke greeted with a smile.

Both Selviya and Kuai smiled at this, Selviya didn’t respond but instead, she smiled at them.

“Good morning to you too, friends!” The Grandmaster greeted them back.

Selviya thought to herself; If Kuai didn’t mention anything about his past or Lin Kuei's past in general, she would know it from Cyrax and Smoke, of course, they would tell her anything she wants to know about. It is the least thing they can do to repay her, but again, she didn’t want them to feel indebted to her. She will ask them about Lin Kuei's history after they are healed and ready to face reality once again.

Selviya thought again, she can’t just ask them about the history of the temple or their clan. She knew if she did, she would open a lot of scars and remind them of old memories and wounds they tried so hard to forget and heal.

So, she sighs and told herself once again “Time will tell”. Or she can do what Aliyaa does, Use magic! Maybe she only needs to do a “revealing spell” or what Aliyaa called it.

She is lost in her thoughts that she didn’t hear Smoke calling her. “Krásná! Krásná!” Tomas's voice cut her trail of thoughts

“Ooh! I’m so sorry... I was.. remembering something!” She spoke.

“Oh no worries,” Tomas uttered.

“What were you remembering?” Cyrax chimed in

“I was remembering the first time I find out I’m a cryomancer,” Selviya answered quickly.

“You are a cryomancer?!” Both asked in astonishment.

“Surprised?” Selviya smirked.

Cyrax and Tomas were surprised because all they remember was that Selviya used some celestial magic, they don’t recall her being a cryomancer like the Grandmaster.

“Selviya is full of surprises,” Kuai Liang said proudly.

Cyrax and Tomas smiled “Definitely,”

“So, umm, got any nightmares or something?” Selviya prompted her tone laced with concern.

Cyrax and Tomas cringed at the mention of nightmares. These are the remaining effects of their slavery. One was a revenant, the other was a cyborg.

“Yes, there is,” Cyrax answered.

“Same here,” Tomas told.

“Don’t worry friends, It will be hard at first but you’ll be able to recover!” Kuai encouraged with a warm smile.

They smiled to him, they didn’t say anything at all. They only offered a smile.

Selviya felt bad for bringing up the nightmares and reminding them they were enslaved to do the villain bidding’s.

As the sensitive soul she is; she doesn’t want to annoy people or say something that hurt them or offend them.

a sudden realization washed and struck her! She is still pregnant.. well- no- she stopped the pregnancy process for a time, for a whole year. Then the pregnancy process will start.

She needs to be ready for it, It looks like she is right when she stopped the process because she can’t give birth to a dangerous environment; where two restored men suffered enslavement.

She just needs to help them recover and then she will be ready to give birth to her offspring.

She gently rubs her belly where she can feel the idle fetus due to the spell that Aliyaa put on her.

The Grandmaster doesn’t know of her pregnancy let alone cast a spell on herself to stop the process of it, she doesn’t want to tell him. However, she will when the time is right. For now, she has to work and make sure that everything is suitable for the child or children.

Deep down, she questions if she made the right choices in her life. But, Aliyaa told her one thing that she will always remember no matter what. That is don’t regret the decisions that one makes.

Looking back at it; She doesn’t regret putting the spell on herself. If anything she should be proud of herself. She only needs to create a safe environment, by helping the two men or the three men recover. Bi Han, Cyrax, and Tomas.

She only has a whole year to do it, and it is enough to make them recover and restore themselves.

Once again, she was lost in her thoughts that she didn’t hear Kuai calling for her until he snapped his fingers to gain her attention.

“Heh, from Earth to Selviya!” Kuai called, he couldn’t contain his chuckles.

“Oh! Sorry again, Heh,” she chuckled.

His beloved had been lost in thoughts again, he couldn’t help but chuckle at her. She is so sweet, Innocent, and happy. He wants to kiss her right now, but he can’t do it in front of his friends.

Selviya decided that she will eat her breakfast. No more thinking of things that will make her mind drifts somewhere else. She took the fork and started to eat with manners so that she won’t gross them out or anything similar.

She munched on her food quietly, savoring the taste and everything. She takes glimpses of Tomas and Cyrax. They seem to talk freely and happily with Kuai. She couldn’t blame them, it had been a lifetime since they didn’t see their friend.

“So, Anděl! Tell us more about you!” Tomas prompted his voice thick with a Czech accent.

“Well, Where do you want me to start?” Selviya replied with her accent, British accent.

Secretly, Tomas loves Selviya’s accent, he thinks it made her cool and unique, he remembered once there was an assassin in the old Lin Kuei with an accent similar to hers.

Although, this brings unneeded memories, but still, it’s worth it. Since it is relatable to Selviya. His Anděl.

“Well,” He uttered, “from the beginning!”

Selviya gulped, she doesn’t like to remember everything, let alone her past, She gives a playful smile to hide her sorrow. She is an expert at hiding her emotions, she learns better.

In all honesty; She doesn’t know where to start. The moment she was born?— or the moment when she was bullied— or simply the moment that made her experience her first heartbreak and breakdown.. this brings a lot of sad memories that are best left buried in the past.

“Well.. sure!” She bubbled, faking her sorrow with a bright smile and a happy tone.

It is a miracle that Selviya is still sane after all that happened to her, she took a long breath then she started to tell them.

“Well... I will summarise my story!” She declared, “The moment I was born the doctor told my mother that I was born with a rare genetic disorder, that made my hair light blue or blonde blue, Something like this, Then when after 7 or 6 years my parents died because of me... I… I accidentally killed them.. then they put me in an orphanage. Things aren’t going well, I was bullied, and I was ignored. Then came the rich kid his name was Billy. He played with me and talked with me. He didn’t let me feel left out or ignored he was my best friend until some lunatic killed him.”

She breathed again, she continued telling her story, So far, the two men were extremely saddened because of the things she had been through. They only offered sad smiles, Hoping it would soothe her soul.

“Then... I discovered the whole truth, I killed my parents and... I have powers! and there is the magical girl Aqua! We teamed up and save the city from evil and such,” She continued, “That’s all!”

“Your story is something,” Cyrax told with a smile.

Selviya smiled, “Thanks!”.

“I’m so sorry, I... I never knew that you went through all of this,” Tomas apologized on behalf of all the things that happened to her.

“Why are you apologizing? It’s all in the past now,” She stated, she can’t help but say to herself Tomas is a sweetheart.

While they are talking to each other they were cut off by the door being opened wide by Bi Han and Sareena.

“Good morning everyone!” Bi Han greeted. Followed by Sareena who also greeted them.

“Oh, good morning friends!” Sareena greeted brightly.

“Good morning!” They replied to Bi Han and Sareena.

“Smoke! Cyrax! … you guys are back?” Sareena called, she isn’t believing her own eyes.

Smoke and Cyrax are restored, they are humans again.

“Sareena! Been a long time!” Cyrax said sheepishly.

“Yeah! It's like decades had passed since the last time we met you!” Tomas exclaimed.

“Tomas.. it had been decades since you were dead..” Kuai corrected, with a sad acknowledging tone.

“Oh.. right!” Tomans responded quietly.

There is a dreadful silence in the atmosphere, so far, no one talked. They only look at each other as if someone should say anything. Still, no one said anything since Tomas replied.

“How are you today Brother and Sareena?” Kuai asked to kill the dreadful silence.

“Well, I’m good,” Bi Han answered.

“I’m good too!” Sareena said.

Selviya still doesn't say anything, she only offers a warm smile to everyone in the room. Like the sweet angel she is, she isn’t stern or gloomy, she is a happy bright girl.

Her curiosity is always piqued. She looked at Sareena, and she smiled playfully. She knew that Sareena know something of the old Lin Kuei.

She only needs to let Sareena talk about it, but she knew that Sareena loves to talk freely about anything that attracts her attention. One of those things is the old Lin Kuei clan.

Selviya doesn’t understand why she is keen to know about the old Lin Kuei, although, that she tells herself constantly that “Time will tell” and she shouldn’t open her mouth to open old wounds, especially around the 4 men.

She doesn't want them to reminisce about painful memories, Just like she doesn't want to reminisce about hers.

Once again she restrained herself from her curiosity, she must respect people's privacy and their choice if they don’t want to talk about anything.

Instead, she reminds herself that it isn’t polite when doing so.

Selviya remembered that she can hear people's souls, she felt the heaviness of their sadness when they stopped talking. They are quiet, they didn’t say anything.

Selviya’s heart is heavy by their sadness. Kuai had just remembered a painful memory that is related to the old Lin Kuei. So Did Bi han, Tomas, and Cyrax.

Sareena is sad because she isn’t a human like them, she fears that she won’t be accepted at all. Bi Han and Kuai Liang are the only ones who are nice to her.

They all feel alone, each with their sadness. They figured out that didn't move on, unlike selviya.

Selviya hesitantly grabbed her star wand, she wants to make them forget about these memories. She only wants them to live their lives untroubled by the past.

A graceful light caught their eyes. They know that these sad memories are stronger and they will remember it forever.

“Guys! I can let you forget about these memories completely!” Selviya uttered brightly.

Clutched her want star as she raise it high above her head, she offered a bright warm smile to them, as her body glowed with the most warm and intense light.

They feel happy, just like these old memories are gone!

“Memory refresh!” Selviya commanded her wand.

The wand obeyed Selviya and emitted a beautiful, warm light that surrounded them in a circular motion, Entering inside them and refreshing their memories.

Their frowning faces turn into laughing, happy ones. Their mood just changed to 180 degrees. They are more lively and relaxed now.

The light worked like a miracle that healed their troubled souls and wounds. Old, Painful memories are no more, It is time to create new lovely memories. With the new Lin Kuei with different leadership.

“No matter what happens! You won’t remember these memories!” Selviya promised them.

Their response to her all of them came to hug as they collapsed on her. She tried to push them slightly so that she can breathe.

“Oh stop it guys!” She giggled.

Although they nearly made her choke. But she brushed it off as she giggled at their cute reaction.

Seeing them happy made her happy too, she knows now that these memories are no good to talk about or remember at all. They are only making their lives doomed and worse for them.

They are lost and that’s a good thing.

But Selviya refused to let her bad memories fade, it made her stronger, more resilient, and more confident. She once recalled Aliyaa said the strikes that don’t break your back make you stronger! or a relatable idiom, what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger!

She wants to test her might with sweet memories and painful memories alike, she wants to live her life with its sweetness and bitterness.

Selviya can feel their souls are happy, silently thanking Selviya for her interference. But they don’t know that Selviya can hear their souls, their minds, and their hearts.

She is a perfect embodiment of a celestial living on earth. She silently offered to pour them tea and cookies that she magically made them.

They happily ate and drank the tea, they started to talk and discuss plans and related things.

Selviya is happy that they are energetic and talkative, she can tell her spell worked perfectly.

She put her wand back in her pocket, she doesn’t want to lose it, she can’t lose it.

She smiled softly as she listens to them and looked at them. She hopes the peace last forever.

Alas, But nothing ever lasts forever.

#writing #aliyaaaepel3 writing #aliyaaaepel3 posts #aliyaaaepel3 fanfics #mk fanfic #mortal kombat fanfic #ficlet #fluff #sweet #friends #writingblr #writerblr #writblr #fluff prompts #sweet stuff #general audiences #t rated #sfw #oneshot #mortal kombat ficlet #mortal kombat fic #magical girl wand #sareena #kuai liang #bi han #cyrax #smoke #subzero #tomas vrbada #my writing stuff

[profoundbondfanfic]

miracles happen

miracles happen by sleepinnude Rating: General Audiences Word Count: 3k

Smith City Veterinary is a small operation with their regular clients and not much excitement. Until Dean Carter comes in with his sad eyes and his rescue dog, Miracle. The vet techs are all more than a little in love with him but it's clear that there's something haunting Dean.

This story might not be an overly long one, but it has become one of my favorite post canon fix-it fics out there!

For one, it is told from an outsider point of view and I’ve always been a sucker for that. I love to see our boys depicted from a third (sometimes oblivious to everything involved) party and it’s always fun to see different backgrounds and experiences explored as they analyze our boys from a distance.

Second, this fic manages to tug violently on your heartstring with very few words and that is surely something I have always enjoyed!

It is told from the perspective of a veterinary clinic where everyone becomes rather interested when a man named Dean starts to come regularly with his dog Miracle. There is something intriguing about the guy, with the way how soft he acts with his pet while at the same time carrying such a deep sadness. The employees of the clinic see it all unravel during those visits and it’s just a (sometimes painful) delight to read it all!

So please, click on that link now 😁

#destiel #fic rec #general audiences #<10k #canon verse #post canon #fix it #angst with a happy ending #outsider!pov #grief #temporary character death #friends to lovers #author: sleepinnude #miracles happen

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

DAY SEVENTEEN: Falling asleep on someone w/ Spencer Reid

a/n: It is the way that I am so behind on this challenge. No, this is not dead, I swear! I just need a little bit of time to catch up, as well as trying to get to everyone's requests, but I've just been so tired recently, so I have been trying my hardest not to push myself to my limits :] I'd rather take a small break than to be burned out and not wanting to write at all.

masterlist | comfortember masterlist | AO3

TAGLIST: @alina02 @louderfortheback @minervadashwood

The nightmares were getting worse; you didn't remember the last time you had gotten a full nights rest. At first, they would leave you unsettled, but as time went on, they left you sweaty and trembling, your then damp shirt sticking to your chest, leaving you unable to go back to sleep before it was time to get ready for work.

Many times you'd cross your fingers and hope you'd have desk work, and most of the time, you did. Not this time though, and it ended up being your most draining case yet. Any case involving children was, especially for the parents that were on your team. You felt like it was such an inappropriate time to be nodding off, desperately trying to fight off sleep as you tried to focus on debriefing, but alas, a blink that lasted too long lead to you being out like a light.

Spencer felt a barely there thump on his shoulder, followed by a spike in his heart rate. He knew it was you, he had sat next to you of course, and he welcomed the sudden heat. His body was tense as he craned his his head to look down at you. You looked so peaceful, your breaths coming out in leisure puffs. He hadn't seen you look so calm, recently, he had noticed that you'd come to work quite disturbed, bags under your eyes as you attempted to do work at your desk. He could see you falling asleep as you read over a file, more than enough had he seen you swipe drool from the side of your lips as you raised your head from your desk.

He hated how you never talked to anyone, and he so desperately wanted to tell you how this behavior would dig your work performance into the ground, but also how worried he was about you. It wasn't like he was your boyfriend no matter how desperately he wanted to be, but if he was able to get you to sleep soundly just like this, it was easy to accept things, just as is.

#comfortember #comfortember 2022 #spencer reid comfortember #spencer x reader #spencer reid x reader #spencer fanfiction #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid x plus size reader #plus size reader #x plus size reader #plus size!reader #chubby reader #x chubby reader #fluff #general audiences #pining spencer reid #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid oneshot #spencer reid drabble #spencer reid blurb #spencer criminal minds #spencer reid criminal minds #criminal minds #cm #criminal minds fanfiction #cm fanfiction

[ozardsmanuscripture]

Prompt #2: Hero X Villain

"Touché"

"This was a bad idea" Hero sighed. Hiding behind a counter with your nemesis while two guards are trying to find you was definitely they did not like. Especially with their own nemesis

"oh shut up!" Villain gave a hushed shout, which clearly was an oxymoron, as they try to keep quiet so the guards won't hear "you atleast agreed to the idea" they pointed out

Hero rolled their eyes "I still can't believe Superhero would trust an opposing agency who rob banks and blow up buildings" they complained under their breath.

Villain took offense to this note "well I still don't believe in Supervillain would trust an enemy team who's members mostly wear tight spandex and underwear that are inside and out of their suits" they pouted with a smirk, looking back to see if the guards were gone.

Hero scoffed and then turned away from their nemesis. Hero didn't want to admit, but Villain was somewhat right, and that's what frustrates them.

#villain x hero #hero x villain #hero and villain #hero #villain #you see I'm a classic gal #superheroes with tight spandex and inside out underwear is funny to me #general audiences #my ritin' :}

[fromxxthexxashes]

Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV) Characters: Evan "Buck" Buckley, Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Christopher Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Bobby Nash Additional Tags: id say 5+1 fic but its more like a (1+5+1)x2 fic, Angst with a Happy Ending, Mutual Pining, but they don't know it yet, Pining, Denial of Feelings, oh Eddie/OMC briefly!! but well actually not, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Homosexuality, such a funny tag. like yeah fork in kitchen i sure hope it does etc Summary:

“You’re in love with me?” Buck asks, like a laggy computer system that just finished booting up. “Er. Yes?” Eddie says. “I thought we established that.” Buck nods, once, glacially slow, and Eddie sees when the synapses of his brain snap into place. “... But I’m straight?”

 the one where it takes eddie a while to get over buck, and it takes buck even longer to figure out he doesn't want him to

Notes: This is so good. I’ve read it twice now, and both times it made my heart physically ache and made me cry. Pining Eddie always hits so hard. So does Buck being self deprecating and oblivious. Anyway, this is really great. I think it’s very in character, and the dynamic between Buck and Eddie is really well written, and so is their respective relationships with other members of their found family. 

#buddie #911 #911 on abc #buddie fic rec #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie fanfic recommendation #angst with a happy ending #pining #mutual pining #denial of feelings #not actually unrequited love #35k #general audiences

[kingtry]

White Liars

Author: Salamandair Rating: General Audiences Fandom: Merlin BBC Relationships: Merlin/Arthur Pendragon Language: English Stats: 2 Chapters (Completed)

Summary:

For every lie you tell, a scar appears on your body. Everyone’s lied and always will, Arthur knew that.

Then there’s Merlin.

Autor: Salamandair Clasificación: Audiencias generales Fandom: Merlin BBC Relaciones: Merlin/Arthur Pendragon Idioma: Inglés Estado: 2 Capítulos (Terminada)

Resumen:

Por cada mentira que dices, aparece una cicatriz en tu cuerpo. Todo el mundo ha mentido y siempre lo hará, Arthur lo sabía.

Luego está Merlín.

Divisores de  cafekitsune

#bbc merlin #merlin #merlin fanfic #arthur pendragon #merthur #merthur fanfic #angst #angst fic #alternate universe #fanfic recommendation #recomendación de fanfic #✰ : remi.resources. #ao3 #general audiences

[rendomski]

The_Absent_Minded_One (aka T.A.M.O.) is currently one of my favourite TBB fanfiction authors. And the updates on their current WIP "Magnetic Pull" are my event of the day whenever I get the notification 🙂.

I boldly recommend "Magnetic Pull" to everyone without exception! Stories like this can serve as a gateway drug to lure unsuspecting laypersons to the dark and perilous world of fanfiction 😉! It's a post-Season 2 fix-it fic where everyone who needs to be rescued is rescued, Tech is alive and all the Batchers, though traumatized each in his own way, step by step begin healing and merging again into a bunch of mischievous siblings.

The author treats each character with respect and love. I especially admire how T.A.M.O. handled the balance of responsibility between Hunter and Crosshair for what had happened to Crosshair, not putting the whole blame on one side, as the fans of either of them often tend to do. And poor Tech here gets the worst of ordeals, - well, he is literally brought back from the dead, but the boy is amazing nevertheless 😍.

The author is good with action and adventure, as well as with the calmer introspective parts focused on psychology and relationships. But the most impressive feature for me is how T.A.M.O. manages the PoVs of all six main characters (plus glimpses of the side characters perspective) keeping each character unique and wholesome. Oh boy, I myself struggle if I need to write more than two perspectives, so I hold this skill in high regard.

Yes, there are many S2 fix-its in the fandom, at the end of the season they sprung up as the mushrooms after a good autumn rain. But “Magnetic Pull” is a special one. And don't be intimidated by it being marked as Part 5 of the series over 600K words. It is a solid standalone fic, only some allusions to the author's headcanon of the Batchers' cadet years are lost.

I'm not saying of course you shouldn't read the other fics in the series! Just not trying not to scare the potential readers away with too large a text volume in one rec!

#the bad batch #tbb fanfiction #T.A.M.O. #fanfiction recommendation #tbb hunter #tbb crosshair #tbb tech #general audiences #tbb echo #tbb omega #tbb wrecker #action adventure #tbb season 2 #star wars #fanfiction

[murakamimayumi]

The breeze will deliver

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Pairing: Xiao x Aether

Rating: General Audiences

CW: None

Words: 999

Summary:

“You should try to do some poetry yourself” Aether said with that radiant smile once again, and Xiao felt like every part of him that wanted to refuse wavered.

“Maybe” he yielded, as Aether placed his hand on top of his own, his warmth so welcoming he wished they could stay like that forever.

They stayed in silence for a moment, with Xiao feeling the slight disappointment of knowing his excuse to be with his love was running out, knowing he had to come back that very same night to the inn, as he couldn’t leave it unattended, possible victim to monsters nearby.

“It looks like we only have one poem left” he said before taking out of his pocket another piece of paper, one Xiao hadn’t expected.

OR

After the poetry contest has come to an end, Aether meets Xiao at the top of a hill.

This was a commision for @totokka! Thank you so much for your continued support (シ_ _ )シ

If you're interested, you can read it here.

Also, if you liked it and would like to commission me as well, you can check out my carrd here.

#ao3 #fanfic #ao3 fanfic #genshin impact #aether #xiao #kong aether #xiao alatus #alatus #adeptus xiao #xiother #Xiao x Aether #Aether x Xiao #general audiences #fanfiction #fanfic writer #ao3 writer #ao3 author #ao3 fic #ao3 works #ao3feed #commission #writing commissions #writing community