#I've been reading this fic for the last two days and have fallen heads over heals in love with it

[mxlfoydraco]

Ok so don't get me wrong I loooove drarry but I also love wolfstar and I've been reading a lot of it lately and I'm having hard time going back to reading drarry, even though my to read list for them is getting longer and longer, because most drarry fics I've seen are after the war and all the marauders are dead and it makes me soooo sad, any advice??

The solution is AUs my friend! I’ll add on to my existing one: Jily/Wolfstar lives AUs and/or non-magic AUs!

Drarry + Wolfstar

Guess Who's Coming to Dinner by dracogotgame (5k)

Harry's bringing his boyfriend home to meet his parents. It goes about as well as can be expected.

Draco Malfoy and the Mirror of Ecidyrue by starbrigid (series, 1.2M)

All it takes is one look in a mirror and an ill-advised attempt to shatter it, before an embittered Draco Malfoy fresh out of Azkaban is sent back into his body on the day he gets his Hogwarts letter. Suddenly, Draco has an unwanted second chance, with a Sorting Hat that doesn't know what to do with him, a certain Muggleborn who won't leave his study table alone, and green eyes he just can't get out of his head. And then there's his new wand, whose choice of him could just mark him as every bit as dark a wizard as his name means he should be.

The Devil’s White Knight by AngrySpaceRavenclaw/orphaned (64k)

When Harry wakes up in an alternate timeline–a timeline where Voldemort was defeated long before the first war–he discovers everything is different. His parents, his godfather, his friends–and him. Harry must deal with the consequences of who he would have been if he had been raised by his parents, and figure out where he stands with his casual hook up, Draco Malfoy

head over heels by derkmaliknurse (21k)

Everyone in Harry’s life thinks he’s engaged to Malfoy. The solution to this is not pretending to date Malfoy, but here he is doing that anyway.

Nearly by gonattsaga (434k)

Sirius doesn't go after Peter Pettigrew on the night that Voldemort kills the Potters, but stays to look after Harry... This means that he is never wrongly accused and incarcerated for the murder of Lily and James, and instead he and Remus Lupin raise Harry as their own. When it finally becomes time for Harry to start his education at Hogwarts, he has no reason to tell the Sorting Hat not to place him in Slytherin, so he is Sorted into Slytherin and becomes best friends (and later on, more than friends) with Draco.

The Thief and the Throne (Fallen Kingdom) by @gnarf (30k)

Many years after the Dark Lord killed the last King and took the throne, a young orphan joins the Order. Harry hopes that they will teach him how to help those their new King deemed unworthy: the Regulars. Those people who worked hard for their food yet had to hand over most of their harvest to fill the already overflowing warehouses of the Capital. With the help of the Order and an unexpected ally Harry is ready to right the wrongs.

My Life As A Butterfly by @digthewriter (22k)

At the age of seventeen, Harry finds himself falling in love with a detached Draco Malfoy. Through a series of unfortunate miscommunications and gossip, he had a bad falling out (of love), too. Now, years later, can Harry make amends about a misunderstanding? Would Draco forgive him?

Love In Slow Motion by AngrySpaceRavenclaw (11k)

Harry flushed. “I’d like to do that again.” Draco threw his head back and laughed. “Would you, now?” Blinking up, Harry reached up with a shaking hand and brushed a bit of Draco’s blonde fringe away from his forehead. “Yeah. I would. Unless you’ve got someone better to get home to.”

A Quickening Hope, A Freshening Glee by @maesterchill (3k)

Joy comes to Harry and Draco alongside a quickening of heart, and of body, and of breath. Or: The one where Draco and Harry find out from Remus Lupin in a Ministry lift that they're going to have a baby. And Sirius flips out.

Dragons Don't Know Paradise by @teacup-tai (50k)

In 2004, when Remus spends two scary weeks in the ITU due to complications of pneumonia and his HIV condition, Sirius walks around the house like a ghost and Harry finds comfort and strength in Draco through a chat in an online LGBT forum. Harry falls for him, but Draco has a lot of secrets and, before long, will need to come clean—even if he believes that no one is able to understand a dragon. This is a story about falling in love online and about facing the reality of death, but above all, this is a story about hope, finding love and acceptance.

My Big Fat Pureblood Wedding by QueenyMidas / @drarry (177k)

Chaos ensues after Harry proposes to Draco on their three-year anniversary. The two must plan a wedding around their fighting friends, warring families, and each other's stubbornness. EWE, post-war, disregarding Remus, Sirius, and Colin's deaths and the fact that gay marriage is not legal in the UK.

tissue of silver by fearlessdiva (76k)

A love story concerning possessed furniture, black silk pyjamas, courtroom drama, premonitions of doom, assassination attempts, Death Eater yoga, absinthe, bare feet and a sensible werewolf. Beware: coarse language, brief drug use, some sexual content, and consideration of issues of sexual consent.

The White Pawn by Soupy_George (80k)

When eighteen-year-old Draco Malfoy finds himself back at Hogwarts on the eve of Voldemort's infamous return, he is confronted with the most difficult decision he's ever had to make: Relive the 6th year at school he's tried so hard to forget, or do the unthinkable and ally himself with Potter's lot...

Led by Light of a Star Sweetly Gleaming + Pages of You by @wolfpants (53k + 101k)

Remus Lupin is a student and temporary sales assistant at Oxford's finest department store when a mysterious, handsome young man by the name of Sirius Black enters his life and introduces him to a world of sprawling country estates, parties, and London's underground bar scene. A 1960s Wolfstar AU with lots of music, smoking, fine interiors, and, of course, romance.

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Summer, 1980. Harry is floating between university and becoming a Real Certified Adult. He's not ready. He really isn't.

In a desperate attempt to have the Best Last Summer ever, he takes a casual job at his godfather's bookshop in London, starts an illicit pen pal affair with a wordy posh boy that he's catching feelings for, all while dealing with the son of Sirius's business rival, one Draco Malfoy, insufferable know-it-all extraordinaire.

A story about trying to figure out who you are, where you're going in life, and who you want to take along with you.

Drarry + Jily

Bonded Consort by Lomonaaeren (89k)

 Nineteen years ago, the Potters betrothed their firstborn child to the firstborn Malfoy child. Eighteen years ago, Voldemort was defeated for good. Seventeen years ago, the Potters changed the contract so that their secondborn child was substituted for their firstborn. Now, Draco Malfoy is trying to work out what happened.

You're Dating Who?! by SasuNarufan13 (4k)

James doesn't have a problem whatsoever with the fact that his only son is gay. As long as Harry is happy, he's happy. His son's latest boyfriend, though … He's not so sure about him.

Chronological Displacement by bookinit (89k)

In which Harry and Draco have a time-turner accident, and many things go wrong, but a lot of things also go right. Featuring: reptilian bonding night, canon-inaccurate animagus lessons, and a fuck-ton of pining.

aka the fic where Harry finds his family, and fights to keep them.

Notes on a resurrection by newleaves (126k)

It was never Draco’s intention to raise Sirius Black from the dead.

We Built This Right by @remy-writes5 (15k)

At last year's Grand Prix Final, Harry had an accident that left him with a lightning scar on his forehead, a concussion and a twisted ankle. Now everyone is waiting to see if his career is over - including former rival, Draco Malfoy.

Loved In Spite of Ourselves by AngrySpaceRavenclaw (181k)

"It began with four boys, and one compartment." Spanning across time, through the first war, and into the second. The years were both kind and cruel for ones called Marauders, and for ones who came after. But they knew friendship, and sorrow, and love, and joy. And sometimes it was only things things which allowed them to survive--if that's all they could do. Survive.

*This is a marauders fic but Drarry happens later on

Dare Speak Its Name by Lomonaaeren (8k)

AU, with Harry raised by his parents. Harry learns of a secret Quidditch field, run by one Draco Malfoy, that tests all comers and trains them to a higher level of perfection. Sneaking out to the field is only natural for Harry. But what he encounters there changes his life at a level he's never let anyone see before.

The Boy Who Loved by @greenmegsnoham (30k)

At 11 years old, Harry found himself drawn to Draco Malfoy immediately. He wasn’t quite sure why. All he knew was that he wanted to spend every moment with him that he could. When they arrive at school, Harry makes a choice. One that changes the course of his life at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. More than he knows...

#drarry #drarry reclist #drarry fic recs #drarry fic rec #drarry fic #drarry fics #draco malfoy #harry potter

[imfluentinfangirlandgay]

Casting Pearls Before Time - Ch 1

Hi, yall. I know, I know, it's been forever since I last posted fic, why the hell am I doing it again? I thought you were slain finally? I thought you'd collapsed on your laptop and someone put an end to your reign of terror? Unfortunately for you, no, I came back. Enjoy this piece I've had sitting in my drafts for easily over a year and never finished.

-Fluent

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Six months after suddenly reappearing, Ingo encounters someone he thinks he remembers. Only problem is, he can't remember anything before he returned to Unova, so it's hard to say

Word Count: 2200

Emmet walked in-step with Ingo as they traversed the empty streets of Nimbasa. Their day bags were slung across their shoulders, gently bumping against their sides with every step they took. All was quiet. The dark sky sprawled above them. Emmet fully believed stars were up there, he had seen them himself, though with the light pollution from Nimbasa City, it was hard to see them now. A stiff breeze blew down the long street, whipping his white coat and trying to nab his hat off his head, pinching at his ears and making them sting. Autumn was well on its way to Unova. The Deerling he and his brother had fought earlier was molting its summer green fur to make way for the denser, coarser orange. 

Emmet glanced at his brother, still half-paranoid he would not be there. He was still right next to Emmet, his small, neatly trimmed beard and longer hair reflecting the streetlights. His eyes wandered from streetlamp to streetlamp, as though he were still enamored with electricity. He could be. Emmet did not know.

It had only been six months since his reappearance, that day ending the longest three years of Emmet's life. 

Emmet had scoffed in annoyance when Elesa barged into his home yet again, tugging by the arm insistently. It was not the first time she'd done this. "Emmet, you have to come with me. Now."

"Elesa, I am busy." It was not incorrect. He was working through some reports from that week that he'd fallen behind on. It used to be Ingo's job but since he was absent, the duty fell to Emmet. He sat at the wooden desk with his hat off, his hair long and unkempt, his ungloved right hand resting on his forehead, the fingers intertwining with his silver hair as his left scribbled out some nonsense on the notebook paper. A couple Joltik that had been sleeping by the eraser jumped and skittered away in surprise, leaving sparks in their wakes.

"Emmet, seriously. You're coming." She continued to tug on him, effectively pulling him to the ground. 

"Elesa," he snapped. "I am busy! I cannot get air right now-"

"Emmet. They found him." He stopped struggling immediately, staring blankly at her from the floor as she continued to speak. "He's in Sinnoh. They're flying him over here, I just got the call from Skyla. They're landing at her airport in two hours. He's coming home." 

He laid still for another few moments as the information sank in, his eyes wider than saucers. Then he stood so suddenly, he nearly knocked Elesa over. "I am Emmet. I am prepared. Let us depart immediately." For once, she didn't tease him for leaving his paperwork behind as she hurriedly led him out the door and away from the apartment. He was so shocked, he’d forgotten his hat and shoes.

He spent an hour fretting in the lobby. What if they were wrong? What if it wasn't him? Why was he in Sinnoh to begin with? Had he left? Was he sick? Elesa hadn’t mentioned anything about that, and surely she would if he were, right? She had not said a word since she had fetched him from his home. What if she didn’t mention it just to make him feel better and not worry? She wouldn’t. Would she? What if he hadn’t wanted to come home? What if-

What if it was his body? What if he was dead-

“Em, talk to me.” Elesa had shaken him from his thoughts. Without him even speaking, she read him like a book. “He’s safe, Em. Doctors checked him over and said he's a little malnourished, but fine.” She had assessed him before continuing, watching the runway with him. “They did mention one thing, though.” He felt white-hot adrenaline spike through him. This was it, this was where the other shoe dropped. “He… he has severe amnesia. He can hardly remember anything about Unova, his pokemon, or anything else from before he disappeared. And while he was gone, he doesn’t remember much from that, either. The doctors said to be careful with him and-”

“He’s got amnesia?” He had turned to look up at her and listen to her response-

“Emmet? Are your systems operational?” Emmet blinked a couple times and refocused himself, looking at his brother. They had stopped walking at some point and Ingo was watching him with concern. It seemed he had been trying to get Emmet’s attention. He seemed to do that quite often. 

“I am Emmet. I am alright. Destination: home.” He began to walk again as Ingo set his hand on Emmet’s shoulder. 

“Do you hear that?” Ingo was watching something just past Emmet, not quite focusing on him.

Emmet knit his brow, but heard nothing. “I have hearing loss, Ingo. I cannot hear well.” 

“Ah! My apologies.” Emmet had reminded Ingo of this fact many times before. He was still trying to remember many things about his life before Hisui, as well as his life while there. Emmet had never heard of a region called that before and neither had anyone else he’d talked to. Perhaps Ingo was mixing up a name he’d heard with the region? He had definitely been in Sinnoh. “I hear something like scuffling from over there.” Ingo nodded to the mouth of an empty alleyway. Emmet cocked his head, not able to hear anything. Ingo did have better hearing than him, though Emmet’s eyesight was better of the two of them. 

“Toss out a pokemon, just in case,” Emmet advised. Ingo did, tossing out the large Gliscor he had carried home from Hisui. Ingo approached the alley, his body taut and ready to spring. Emmet hung back, as it was obvious that Emmet was much less prepared to deal with this than Ingo was. 

Gliscor peeked into the alleyway first, screeching loudly after it saw something. It flew into the alley and a few small pokemon burst out. Trubbish. All were honking and gargling as they quickly took off, shuffling out of the alley and scattering into the night. Ingo plunged into the alley as soon as the last one left, leaving Emmet to scurry in after him. What was he doing?! Gliscor seemed to have it handled-

He saw a girl. She was wearing very little, only a pink and white dress with ostentatious tails and several bangles on her arm. A pink headpiece adorned her head. She was pressed against the wall, shaking horribly, her pale face almost ghostly in the low light. Her eyes were wide with fear. Gliscor was flitting around her, screeching in happiness. Her eyes followed the creature closely. She was hardly blinking. Did it know this girl? Emmet was unsure. 

She knitted her brow as Ingo came into view. She watched Emmet’s brother verrry carefully, confusion in her gaze. Ingo had stopped too, watching the woman. He cocked his head. 

“Hello. I… feel that I may recognize you. Might I ask your name, Miss?” Ingo’s voice was startlingly loud in the space around them. Emmet almost wanted to cover his own ears, though he knew his own reception of it was muted. 

She continued to stare at him for some time. Emmet wondered if she could talk. 

From her mouth tumbled a series of words that Emmet could not understand. She was still watching Ingo with wide eyes. Her body was beginning to shake like a leaf in the wind.

Emmet blanched. His mouth dropped open with Ingo’s response, in the same language she must have been speaking. 

The girl breathed out a sigh of relief and nodded. Then she said something else Emmet could not begin to comprehend. Ingo’s posture relaxed some as the two spoke. This continued for a minute or two before Emmet grew bored. He stepped forward and placed a hand on Ingo’s shoulder. The girl’s attention flicked to him, making her tense up again even as her eyebrows knitted together again. “Brother, who is this? Do you know her? She speaks the same way you did when you reappeared.” 

“Ah! Yes, I do believe I remember her… somehow. Not very well, mind you. She says she simply appeared here, she seems to have fallen. She hid in this alley because the cars and lights were confusing to her. I believe we met in my last terminal.” Ingo’s eyes flicked between Emmet and the woman. 

“What is her name?” Emmet asked him, tilting his head. Ingo met his eyes but said nothing for a moment. 

“She cannot remember.” He turned his attention back to the girl, who was looking between the two of them, her eyes wide. She spoke, asking a question, from the sound of it. Ingo responded in kind. 

“What are you two saying? I cannot understand.” Emmet grinned a little in confusion as he said this. This was not how he expected his night to go. 

“She is asking about you. I am explaining our relation, currently. I am concerned for her, though. I feel that she was rather close with me in my last terminal, but I cannot remember why…” He brought a hand to his chin as he thought. 

“Like a girlfriend?” 

“No!” His voice was louder than even he had intended, and the girl flinched. “You know that neither of us care for those kinds of connections! She is merely a friend… maybe even a close friend. Perhaps I will recall more as time goes on.” 

“Hmm.” Emmet simply hummed his affirmation, smirking at Ingo’s outburst. “What is she going to do?” he asked. 

Ingo shook his head. “I fear for her. It is clear she has nowhere to go. Perhaps… would it be alright if-”

“Yes. She can stay.” Emmet did not need to hear the rest of the question in order to understand what he was about to ask. Ingo relayed the information to the woman, whose posture began to relax slightly again. She said something in return. Ingo nodded and beckoned, whistling to Gliscor. It was still sticking close to the woman, though she did not seem to share the sentiment it had. She recoiled from it. 

The girl followed the twins home, glancing feverishly at the buildings and the pokemon around. Thankfully, not many people were out anymore. It did not take long for the three of them to find their way to the twins’ apartment. Ingo led them inside as Emmet unlocked the door, swinging it open. Several Joltik met them at the door, sparking and buzzing in excitement. Emmet smiled brightly as he scooped them up. “Did you wait for us? Oh, look at you, guarding the house while we are gone! Come on, babies, I’ll feed you. I know you lot are hungry- Marvin, stop trying to get to the sockets! I told you no!” He scooped up all the Joltik he came across, sweeping them into the kitchen so that he could feed them properly. After he was finished and the spiders were all happily munching, Emmet went back to the main room to remove his uniform. Ingo already had. 

“Emmet, take your shoes off.”

“My babies needed nourishment.” 

“It is nearly time for this batch to go be released anyway-”

“Do not ruin this for me, Ingo.” Emmet grinned as he shrugged off his coat and neatly hung it up in the closet. Ingo rolled his eyes as he retreated to their bedroom, likely to change and prep things for their guest. 

Speaking of which, she stood by the door, watching him intently. Emmet waved at her, still smiling. He might as well try to be cordial, he figured. “I am Emmet.” He pointed at himself. “Emmet.” 

She tilted her head slightly. “Em-met?” 

Emmet nodded vigorously. “Emmet! I am Emmet!” Then he pointed at her. “You?” 

She shrugged her shoulders, casting her eyes down at the ground. Emmet noticed that her cuffs were adorned with light-colored stones, all cut perfectly circular. “Emmet?” Ingo emerged, his hair mussed from his hat, hauling a blanket. “We have no guest room, so I believe we may have to make do with the couch.” 

“That sounds doable. If she does not remember her name, how should we address her?” 

“Allow me to ask.” He turned and translated the question. She paused, not speaking, picking at her cuffs in embarrassment. 

“What if we called her Pearl? She seems fond of them.” Emmet pointed at the stones in her cuffs and necklace, making her flinch. Ingo asked her a question again in the strange tongue, which she replied to eagerly. 

“She likes that notion. She says that the word holds some sort of importance for her, though she cannot remember what it is. Regardless, it will suffice for now.” Ingo clapped twice. “Bravo! Now, Emmet, if you would like to shower first, I can show Pearl around a bit. Perhaps make sure our partners do not get too close. She seems rather frightened of pokemon.” 

Emmet nodded and strolled from the room, grabbing a towel and a change of clothes as he marched into the bathroom. Afraid of pokemon? How unfortunate. What an odd night it had been, he marveled to himself.

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#submas #my writing #ingo #pokemon #emmet #subway boss emmet #subway boss ingo #subway bosses #pkmn #pokemon elesa #irida

[apolloanddaphnis]

Amberline

Part II

Disclaimer: It's not good or proofread. This fic will have mature content, it will not stay sut free for long...

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I was hiding from Gretchen.

Okay, that's not true.

I was hiding from Gretchen and her friends Sonia and Jerrica. I wasn't in the mood to answer questions about why I wear my hair like Morticia Addams according to Jerrica, or listening to Sonia obsess over Kyle's angst and why she would be good for him.

Sonia is very off, whenever she sees Kyle with another girl, she acts like a jealous girlfriend. Sometimes she'll give him the cold shoulder, and naturally he won't even notice. That one week when he was with Kayla Kendall, Sonia sobbed in the girl's bathroom, wrote Kayla Kendall has herpes on the bathroom wall, ripped up her diary which apparently consisted only of Kyle and attempted to flush the pages down the toilet which only caused a flood.

She now has a week of detention.

I like them though.  I think Gretchen is nice to talk to, I opened up about my old friends ignoring me and told her it felt nice to be included. Last week we had a sleepover at Jerrica's. I was pleasantly surprised to find that the girls like scary movies too, and they let me pick the movies since I work at Blockbusters and get the discount. We watched Scream, Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Slumber Party Massacre II, and Donnie Darko. We had pizza hut and of course talked about Kyle. They can't stop talking about how he approached me at morning mass that day, but I reminded them that he hasn't approached me since. He was probably just intrigued because I was a girl he hadn't seen before.

I hated how that made me feel sad and insignificant, because I couldn't stop thinking about him. And when he wasn't paying any attention to me, which was often, I would watch him. I'm writing a story about a serial killer who has fallen obsessed and in love with this girl who feels all alone. The killer is an actor and no one suspects his crimes, I based him off of Kyle. Down to those loose, satin curls of his.

I think about him so often, I even made a CD of songs that remind me of him.

I'd never admit that out loud, how I would die of embarrassment if I was another girl obsessing over the mad, bad, and dangerous to know Kyle Scheible. 

But yes, I was hiding from my new friends. It's very hard reading around them, and lately I've been enthralled by Flowers in the Attic, a book that the school and most schools have banned. It had lies, murder, incest, everything horrid and written like poetry.

I was hiding beneath a tree on the school property, headphones on and listening to Hole's Live Through This, album to set the mood right.

It was a hot September day, I had two buttons undone on my school shirt and my socks scrunched down, one leg laying down as the other was hitched up. My hair was piled up on top of my head and held together by a tortoise shell banana clip, a myriad of my raven strands fell from the clasp. But it was off my neck and that was what's important. 

I swallowed the words on the pages with greed until I felt someone beside me. I froze when I saw long pale fingers, a disproportionate thumb resting on the page, teasing its hem. I smelled laundry detergent, cigarettes, and a spicy cologne smell as I felt someone against me.

I pushed my headphones down to rest around my neck and looked up to find Kyle reading the words on the page of my book with intensity.

Instead of demanding what his problem was, I found myself studying his perfect profile. His prominent Adam's apple I wanted to suck on, the razor sharp jawline and his aquiline nose. His eyes look greener today, like marble green. His hair fell in his face and I had the strongest desire to brush it away, but the breeze did that for me and I envied that breeze for doing so.

"“Around us, below us, this huge house seemed a monster, holding us in its sharp-toothed mouth. If we moved, whispered, breathed heavily, we’d be swallowed and digested.” You really are little Miss-Scare-All, aren't you Amberline?" He finally took his eyes off of the page after reading that excerpt, to stare intimidatingly into my eyes.

I swallowed, my chest rose and fell from my hammering heart, his eyes briefly dropped down to my heaving breasts like some dirty romance novel.  We were so close, I could almost taste his neck. I could bite his collarbone if I wanted.

"How do you know my name?"

His eyes remained dead but a silver of a smirk decorated his lips. "I asked your friend, Gretchen. She nearly uh…had a heart attack though." He chuckled breathily. "You're a little hard to track down Amberline Frasier, someone said you were in the art room and you weren't.  You take the bus to whoever or wherever knows where, and you work at Blockbusters but I never see you there."

He was looking for me? I was speechless, there was nothing special about me, I'm not pretty or interesting or social.  I have no interest in climbing up the high school social ladder. 

He brushed his fingers against my naked thigh, I didn't stop him or feel offense, I just wanted him to never stop touching.  

"Everyone is calling you a witch." He smirked.

"Oh…that's okay…"

His smirk almost formed into a smile and he leaned in closer, slipping something into my bag. "Your lack of care for what your peers think of you, is intriguing." He then stood up. How someone could rise from the grass so smoothly, I'll never know. 

But he was gone as quick as he arrived. I looked at what he slipped into my backpack, finding a copy of The Crucible, I opened the book to the bookmarked page, and there highlighted the quote "‘— a death-ridden woman, haunted by dreams.’". 

Then a ripped piece of paper was paperclipped to the page in messy handwriting, reading, "meet me after school in the parking lot, tell me what haunts you. I want to know about the witch of Immaculate Heart." - Kyle

@meetmyothersouls

#timothee chamalet #timothée chalamet #timothée chalamet x oc #kyle scheible #lady bird

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Feelings

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Summary: When Luz is feeling upset, Amity and Hunter find a way to help her talk about her feelings.

Characters: Lee!Luz Ler!Amity Ler!Hunter

This is a tickle fic, if youre not into that kind of stuff, please dont read this.

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Amity and Hunter sat together on the couch, watching the TV. They had managed to put on a movie they had found. It was titled 'Super Buddies'.

"So, can the humans understand the.. 'dogs' or is the superhero's one just special?" Hunter asked.

Amity shrugged, "I dont really know. These human movies make no sense. These 'dogs' look nothing like I thought they would."

They both suddenly turned to the door as they heard it open and shut. Luz walked in, holding her bag on her back.

"Hey Luz!" Amity said. Luz didn't look up. "Luz?" Hunter said. She looked up at them this time, "Oh, hey guys." She said, a small smile on her face.

Amity frowned, "Are you okay? You look upset." She asked, Hunter nodding in agreement with her.

Luz clutched onto her bag strap, "Yeah, im fine, dont worry about it." She said, walking out and to her room.

Hunter and Amity shared a glance and soon followed after her. When they walked into her room, she was just sitting on her bed, staring at her hands.

They both walked over and sat on her bed. She looked up at them, "Oh, hey. Do you need something?" She asked.

"We want to know why you're upset." Hunter said. Luz frowned, "I told you not to worry about it." She said.

"Well, Luz, we are worried! You've been so stressed out these last few days." Amity said.

Luz sighed, "I've just been getting a lot of weird looks from people. It's not a big deal." She said.

They both frowned. I'll feel better later." Luz said. The two glanced at each other, then back at Luz.

"Im sorry, Luz." Amity said. Luz blinked, confused. Suddenly, the two jumped at her, Hunter pulling her down till she was sprawled out onto her back while Amity used her magic to tie her hands above her head.

Luzs eyes widened. She knew what they were gonna do. "Guhuys! We can talk about this, right?" She said, already giggling.

"Sorry, Luz, but it's too late for talking. We can't have you being sad, so we're gonna have to cheer you up!" Hunter said.

Before Luz could say anything, she let out a squeak as Hunter squeezed her sides, running his fingers up and down.

Luz shook as she held back her giggles. Amity leaned over her face, "Not enough, huh? Oh well, I guess the one who's actually good at this will have to do the work!" She said, chuckling as Hunter glared at her.

She spidered her fingers around Luz's neck. This time, Luz couldn't just bite her lip. She burst into giggles, "NohoOho!" She tried to squirm, but her hands were tied tight.

Amity gave Hunter a smug look. With a growl, Hunter began to poke at her ribs, getting more giggles out of Luz.

He returned Amitys smug look. She just blinked before scribbling a sensitive spot on Luz's neck, causing the girl to let out snorts as she giggled.

"Hey, Luz, whose tickles do you like more? Mine or Amitys? Or both?" Hunter asked, raising an eyebrow.

Luz kept squirming, "NEheiTher! *snort* YohouR BOHothH *snort* JEHERKS!" She said, letting out a squeal as Amity poked her sensitive spot again.

Amity gasped dramatically, "Jerks? How rude! To call your own girlfriend and your friend jerks!" She said.

Hunter sniffed, "We deserve an apology!" He said. "NeheEver!" Luz responded. Hunter sighed, "Well, I guess you leave her no choice." He said, giving Amity a nod.

Amity crouched down beside Luz's head, taking a deep breath in. Before Luz could react, she burst into loud and snorty giggles as Amity blew a raspberry onto her neck.

"OHOAKY! IHIIM- SOHORRY!" She squealed. Amity nodded at Hunter, and they both let her go. Amity undid the tie as Luz struggled to sit up.

Giggles still escaped her, but she soon just lied down and closed her eyes. Amity and Hunter soon realized she had fallen asleep.

Amity placed a kiss on her forehead before they both left the room. They messed around as they left, Hunter ruffling her hair while Amity nearly tripped him.

They walked back into the living room to see the credits of the movie playing. They sat there, staring at the screen. "I didn't get it anyways." Was all Hunter said.

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Request by @rosy-tickles

#the owl house #the owl house tickle #amity blight #luz noceda #hunter #ler!amity #ler!hunter #lee!luz

[amywhereyouwant]

WORK IN PROGRESS FANFIC!!

Hey so I've been working on a TOH fic for a couple days and I thought I would post the first Chapter, feedback would be appreciated!

The Hexsquad has just been thrown into the Human Realm, and everyone is pretty shaken up, but Luz is especially so.

(Fic is under the Read More link! ^.^)

Luz was lying in her bed, staring at the ceiling. She didn’t know how long she’d been lying there for. There was no way this could’ve happened. She squeezed her eyes shut. Maybe if she opened her eyes, she’d wake up back in the Owl House to that familiar scent of fried Griffin Egg she’s come to know and tolerate, with Hooty’s assorted hoots and screams sounding from the window…

Nothing. She was still in the top bunk of hers and Vee’s bed, she was still staring at the shoddily put up glow-in-the-dark stars still on the ceiling from when she was a kid, there was still that faint ringing in her ears, there were still those words…

“Luz, I’m so happy I had you as a Big Sister.”

Luz didn’t want those words to be the last she heard from King, but they were. And now she wouldn’t see him again.

Everything was wrong. Luz knew that. Camila had tried to comfort her earlier, but there wasn’t any doubt. Her friends had been violently tossed out of their home, and Luz couldn’t help but think that it was her fault. She couldn’t stop going through it all in her head. She should never have tried to meet Philip, she should’ve known better, she-

“Luz?”

The voice was just a whisper, but she could instantly tell who it was. Amity was peeking her head over the bunk’s railing, it was hard to see faces in the dark, but Luz knew that it was her Girlfriend.

“Are you alright?” Her voice was as warm as it always was, but there was a shakiness to it.

Luz couldn’t respond, of course I’m alright, she thought sarcastically to herself. It's not like I’ve ruined all of my friends' lives and forced them away from their homes. Even though she hadn’t said anything, it was like Amity knew what was going on in her head.

She gestures up to beside where Luz was laying. “Can I come up?” Luz nodded, and the Witch slowly clambered up the bed and nestled in. It was hard to admit, but the strange amount of comfort that Amity gave to Luz by just being close to her felt like it was about to make her melt into the mattress. The two just laid there for a moment, before Amity spoke up.

“I know how you feel right now. I never really thought about how it felt for you to be launched into the Demon Realm without any warning, you must’ve been so scared”

Luz sighed, If only you knew, she thought. Then it hit her. She doesn’t know. Amity had no clue Luz chose to stay on the Boiling Isles. She wasted every opportunity she had to go home and meet her mom, she had all the time in the world to go back. And she didn’t. For what? To play around and do Magic? What was wrong with her? Had she just left, none of this would’ve happened, she could’ve-

It must’ve shown that Luz wasn’t paying attention, because Amity spoke again, cutting Luz’ overthinking off. “Whatever you think about yourself because of this, stop. You did what you could to help us, to help me. And it… could’ve been worse, we could’ve failed to stop the Draining spell completely and… a-and..” Amity was trying to sound reassuring, but her voice betrayed her, and tears started forming in the girl’s eyes.

“Amity...” Luz brushed away a bit of hair that had fallen in her girlfriend's face. She wanted to say something, but the words got stuck in her throat. Amity sobbed and forced out a slight whisper. “I’m scared.”

Luz had nothing she could say. What could she say? What would make this whole situation get any better?

All she could muster was a small “Me too.” It felt pathetic. She felt bad for saying it, but it was true. She was afraid. For the first time in a while, she’d admitted that she was scared. She was scared for what might’ve happened to the rest of the people on the Isles, she was scared for what would happen to her friends now that they’re here…

Amity sniffled. “I’m scared, but I think… I think I feel a little more brave when I’m with you.” The Witch wiped a tear, then hugged Luz. A warm embrace that felt like getting hugged by the warmest, most comfy and emotional pillow ever to be made. Luz didn’t want to cry. She couldn’t cry. She had to stay strong. 

But she cried. She cried deep into Amity’s arms, bundled up in a mound of blankets and tears, they laid there for a while, letting the tears come out for the first time in what felt like ages. And it felt better. In this upside down world where nothing felt like it was going to get better, they had each other.

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Hope this was any good, thanks for reading!

#toh #the owl house #toh fanfic #the owl house fanfiction #luz noceda #amity blight #luz x amity

[catboydogma]

thank u for the tags @calamity-aims !

How many works do you have on AO3?

106!

What’s your total AO3 word count?

341,422. probably because i favor longer fics over shorter ones lol

What fandoms do you write for?

mainly star wars right now, but i started out in dc, vertigo, and marvel. still thinking about making a foray back into wildstorm (dc runs of the authority do not exist to me) but i'm on a bit of an (unintentional) hiatus right now (as evidenced by the complete lack of writing and publishing fic for the last like ... year. yikes). i also have (baby's first) overwatch fic in the works tho and that's actually the fandom that got me into ao3 (LOL)

What are your top five fics by kudos?

bleed-through

Looking back, Obi-Wan supposed one could say that the galaxy had been saved by Obi-Wan’s decision to start sleeping with his Commander. OR: Obi-Wan decides to have a little gay, as a treat, saves the galaxy.

CHTHONIC (no surprise there)

Not even two days later, Fox revised his opinion. This wasn’t a disaster. This was a Grade-A, first order, fresh off the hot plate fuckfest. Fox’s day had gone something like this: lay in bed. Get up. Knock back some of the sludge in the mess masquerading as caf. Go through forms. Fill out forms. Bust open a closet in which the Senators for Uyter and Kinyen had both managed to get “stuck” in. Go through more forms. Fill out more forms. Get called up to the Senate dome to tell a Senator that no, the Guard did not address noise complaints. Find that the stack of datapads on his desk had somehow tripled over the last two hours. Despair at the state of his inbox. Etcetera, etcetera.

let the lights bleed (really???) (this one did surprise me lol)

“What business does a Jedi have at a charity gala thrown by the Count of Serenno?” “I was entreated by the good Count to fend off his many suitors,” Obi-Wan said, sipping from a glass of something shimmery and bubbling as he watched Yan cast increasingly frustrated glances over the heads of the crowd. The matrons of Serenno with marriageable children were like piranhas. Exceedingly social, flighty, determined piranhas. “I have been informed by several sources that my Grandmaster is quite the catch.” Obi-Wan cast an eye of suspicion at Fett’s expressionless helmet. “You aren’t here to…?” “Manda, no,” Fett said fervently.

love like a roar (really???)

“I don’t—I, uh. I don’t know what a varactyl is, Master,” Obi-Wan said, cradling the egg gingerly. “Find out soon, you will!” Yoda cackled, rapping the end of his gimer stick against Qui-Gon’s kitchen tile. If it were any other master, Qui-Gon might have protested giving the egg of a live creature to his very young, very tired padawan. But it was Yoda, and Yoda did what he liked. Qui-Gon supposed there had to be some advantages to being shin-high and over 500 years.

dancer in the dark

“Fuck,” Obi-Wan said. “Anakin, what’s Bly’s last name?” Anakin blue-screened for a moment. “Uh…” “Fuck,” Obi-Wan said again, sliding ungracefully off the boards with a thump and putting his back to the door. “Is that—tell me that’s not Bly’s father, Anakin.” Good God, he’d never live this down. “No,” Anakin said after a moment squinting first at the door, then Obi-Wan. A tangled mess of sound was echoing through the room as the newcomers greeted Bly and vice versa, all deep voices with light accenting—Māori, Obi-Wan remembered, slightly giddy. It was a Māori accent, because—“That’s his brother,” Anakin gold Obi-Wan. “Cody—” “Cody Fett,” Obi-Wan said, clutching his cup a little tighter and steadfastly refusing to look over his shoulder. “He’s brothers with Cody Fett, former Olympic gold medalist and—oh, God.“

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

i try to! due to the aforementioned hiatus, i've fallen off a bit, but it always makes my day to see them in my inbox and i do read all of them :) this might even get me to go through some of the backlog haha. if you have a long comment it's even more likely i'll leave it for a while--i like letting them sit there so i can go back and look at them

What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

ohhh great question. i don't usually do unhappy endings but probably the road south and moon barks at dog

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

the vast majority of them do have happy endings butttt i like to think that's horizontal transfer (dogma and the 501st after the war) or CHTHONIC (because i'm really quite pleased with how it turned out)

Do you get hate on fics?

not generally! i think the worst offender was someone asking me if obi-wan REALLY had to be part korean (which was honestly just really heavily implied more than anything lol) in dancer in the dark ... probably a few others but i dont pay any attention to them. i have better things to be doing with my time, like petting my cat and staring at drying paint

Do you write smut? If so what kind?

do i ever! iirc mostly codywan, quinfox, i did a codywan kink week event once (twice?) (???) (once i think) and i'm a huge fan

Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

nnnnnn nooooo crossovers... i did a pacific rim fusion au (star wars cast and dynamics in pacific rim setting) for dark day/brighter night though, and that was a shit ton of fun + the cyberpunk fusion au (technically inspired by someone who was inspired by DBH but i know nothing about DBH so...) for empire + the sun

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not to my knowledge!

Have you ever had a fic translated?

not to my knowledge! got quite a few podfics tho!

Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

iirc not fully? i've had beta readers and artists (mostly for event fics) that i occasionally bounced ideas off, and that is that + this is this was REALLY inspired by some wonderful conversations and writing from @petrichordiam about codywan on tatooine , but i've never done a collab work (definitely open to it tho ... if anyone ... is wondering .......)

What’s your all-time favourite ship?

god. the metrics would say codywan which i can't fully refute. quinlan/fox is up there as well, but im also a huge (specifically transfem bly) blyla fan, which i also came by via myth. zenyatta/ramattra and hanzo/cole make me see shrimp colors tho. camilla hect/pyrrha dve + harrow/gideon from the locked tomb as well...

What’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

oh yeah that would be straight to the heart. the first and only fic i've ever posted and left unfinished. it's got a playlist and semi-finished outline and everything. you know, coffee shop + tattoo shop au dinboba with a side of street racing. yeah, i'm probably never going to write for it again lol

What are your writing strengths?

dialogue ... i love dialogue. i love dialogue so much. i like to think actions scenes and imagery as well

What are your writing weaknesses?

pacing my worst enemy

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

uhhh for me personally? i try not to unless i'm passable in it myself (korean) (i've literally never had an occasion to use it tho) but i try to make sure that i just do an italicized translation or translate contextually if i must. it bogs down the writing process on my end to have to figure out what i want to say, how i want to say it, google translate it, etc etc, and it bogs down the reader on the other end with googling it lol. plus as someone w a language that does often get butchered in fic for less than stellar purposes (helloooooo koreaboos) i try to be considerate and sensitive about that kind of thing

First fandom you wrote for?

vertigo or marvel! it was either constantine or daredevil with a VERY SLIM chance of it being king chimera

Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

i am morally and legally obligated to say CHTHONIC but my current top three after that:

that is that + this is this

“Here. Drink, Cody. Come on. Don’t die on me now, not when you went to all the trouble to get out here.” “Didn’t know,” Cody rasped. “So I shouldn’t be expecting a cavalcade of Imperial stormtroopers to show up here, then?” The man asked, bland as anything. The Commander gave this the consideration it was due. “No.” “Forgive me if I don’t immediately believe you.” The man’s voice sharpened, but his grip on the Commander stayed gentle, supporting his head even when it lolled back against his will. “When have I ever let you down?” Cody asked. The man’s breathing hitched. He set Cody back down against the blankets and retreated to his spot several feet away, blaster and charge pack between the two of them like some strange barrier. “When you killed me,” the man said.

quotations + fluff

Looking back on this incident, Cody often wished that he had crushed it then and there. All he had said was a simple, “Keep it off-duty. Don’t let the General see it.”

in motion again

Blymbo: [has sent a video] Blymbo: again,,, hhhiiiggh geeeenerak ke,obi ,,,,,,,, said that Fob: what am i looking at Fob: ??? Fob: does this man know he is on galactic television??? Fob: cody… Coat: I don’t want to talk about it. Blymbo: libe … television,, Coat: What Gen. Kenobi does when off duty is none of my business and I am going to keep it that way. I am not watching that video. Put it away Bly. Blymbo: not even a peek …

thanks again for the tag! in return, no pressure tags for @sucrosesorcery , @calboniferous , @petrichordiam , @deniigi , and anyone else who wants to!

#tag games

[fangeek-girl]

Fic Tag Game

Thank you @wibzenadarksiderwithasoftheart for the tag

How many works do you have on Ao3?

Works: 12 Fics: 11 One of my works is original fiction

2. What's your Ao3 word count?

242,814 (including 2 unfinished fics)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

At the moment Star Wars only, but when the mood strikes Roswell New Mexico as well.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Fix You (Star Wars, Obianidala)

Three Makes a Family (RNM, Malex)

One Love (RNM, Malex)

Halves of a Whole (Star Wars, Skywalker Dyad part 1)

Treacherous (RNM, Malexa)

5. Do you respond to comments?

When people actually comment, yes! I always feel my responses are superfluous, but I love when people take the time to comment.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably Last Kiss, considering it ends with Padmé's death...

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Three Makes a Family, but it's been in edits for over a year so nobody gets to see how wholesome it ends because I haven't been able to put myself back into the RNM writing mood 😭

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I did in the RNM fandom because some people can't handle polyamory.

9. Do you write smut? What kind?

Not much. I usually default to fluffy smut. The closest I've come to actual smut in published fics is Treacherous, and it's focused on their feelings rather than the action.

10. Do you write cross-overs?

I tend to stay in one fandom at a time when writing.

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope. And I'm not sure I'd like it. I would be too worried about whether they got the tone right.

12. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

Once, when I was in the TVD fandom, years ago. The other two cowriters just stopped participating after like 3 chapters and told me I could do whatever, then got mad at me for taking the whole thing down.

13. What WIP you would like to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Ouch. Three Makes a Family is technically written, just not edited. So it's kinda finished...? But I haven't fallen back into the RNM mood, and the shitshow that was s4 made it very hard.

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

Ships come and go with my special interests, so ask me every few months and the answer will be different. Right now, I'm leaning toward Obikin/Anidala equally.

15. What are your writing strengths?

Writing out feelings and lyrical prose. (What is this, an interview? 😅)

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

Continuity in a long arc. My brain goes too fast and gets stuck on subplots. Halfway through a long project I usually have to rethink my idea for the ending (if I even knew where I was going in the first place) because I strayed so far from the original plot lol

On the bright side I am slowly learning to actually outline my fics 😂

17. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

For real languages, it needs to be grammatically correct. I say this as a native French speaker who read way too many published novels where there's dialogue in French and it's absolutely awful.

For fandoms languages, have fun I guess! A translation in the notes or between parenthesis always helps tho.

18. First fandom you wrote for?

Either HP or Buffy, back when we posted on fanfiction.net. I read those fandoms a lot as a teen, but I can't remember if I wrote much back then.

19. Favourite fic you've ever written?

Treacherous maybe? I really love how it turned out.

20. What fic would you want to rewrite one day?

None. When I post a fic it's done in my head. If I start thinking about how it could be better, I'll never stop editing and rewriting it. And then no one would get to read it. My fics are by no means perfect, and there's always something bugging me about them when I reread them, but they represent my writing at that moment.

Tagging @bisexualalienss, @maeglinthebold, @burntblueberrywaffles, @palfriendpatine66 and @somethingsteff and anyone else who wants to do it. Feel free to ignore me 😉

#Fic Tag Game #my stuff #about me #tag game

[boliv-jenta]

Joel Miller x f!reader

The Last of Us Magical Western AU, I guess.

I've never played The Last of Us. I've never written anything like this before. I don't know why I have now.🤣

(This is my take on Joel from reading fan fics, not meant to be canon Joel. The world here is influenced by a whole bunch of stuff I like.)

Warnings: Smut. 🔞 Graphic death. Gore. Angst. General apocalypse vibes. Writing at 3am while ill.

The Watchtower

Part 1 | Part 2

(Title suggested by @doommommy. Thank you.)

The low hum of the barrier was reassuring as you tried to sleep. Even more so was the sight from your window. Joel Miller sat in the dilapidated watch tower across the courtyard of the old fort. The battlements, that had seen better days, had fallen away in parts giving you an unobstructed view of the man that had become your partner. He leaning back in his chair against the inner support post of the lean to over his head. Even sat lazily he was he still cut an imposing figure. Tall, board, long muscular limbs. His shot gun rested him the crook of his arm. Two six shooters that were normally slung low on his trim waist, worn across his firm chest.

Guns made you uneasy. Even with their necessity in this world. If he didn't carry them there was a good chance that Joel would be dead by now. Taken by the Walkers or the other creatures in the night. That thought gnawed at you more than it should.

He had only been your companion for a few weeks, yet you cared for and trusted him. Not wanting to pick that particular thought apart you put it down to the thoughts you had gleaned when had touched you earlier.

A Vine had caught you. It's barbs bit at your shoulder from it's hidden resting place high in the trees. The darkness cloaking it was lit up by the flash of gunfire. Joel instantly jumping into action when the creature attacked gripped your other shoulder trying to keep the damned thing from taking you. Vines would always try to draw you to them before giving away their hiding place by descending to you. A roar in the blackness above signaled that one of Joel's shots had hit home. The tendril withdrew. The barbs shredding your shoulder as they were wrenched out. The pain was clarifying. When the attack first happened your body took over. The magic in you focused on healing your shoulder, now you made a conscious effort. This was not a place you wanted to bleed anymore than nessecary. Too many monster to excite, concealed in the thick woodland. The Vines took the tree tops. All sort of other nasties roams the forest floor.

"Shit!" Joel cursed. A whooshing sound akin to rope being rapidly hauled against wood, filled the air around you. The Vine was preparing to descend. Joel only had a moment to react. The beast dropped straight down at him. It's jaws wide, three rows of tiny, razor sharp teeth gnashed at him. If they weren't so vicious and deadly, vines would be comical to look at. They resembled a thicket, thick green and brown vines trailed from them. They served as arms and occasionally legs when they moved from their hiding place. Thorn like barbs covered them. The true weirdness in their appearance was the eyes. Their eyes were hidden in their mouth, just above their top row of teeth. Normally, they hunted through vibrations along their tendrils. It was only when they were devouring their prey did they open their mouths wide enough for their eyes to be seen or to have a hunting knife shoved into them, as Joel promptly did. The thing reared back, shrieking in pain. Joel used it's open mouth to his advantage, advancing on it, he shoved his knife inside it's mouth piercing the soft palette before ramming his blade straight into the creature's brain. It keeled over. Face forever frozen in it's last horrific attack.

Joel wiped his hand on his well worn jacket before coming to you.

"Let's see that shoulder." There was no question in his gruff voice. Reaching a clearing, where it was safe to light the lamps, he set his on a rock. His fingers touched the skin around your wound. His touch was utilitarian, methodical. His thoughts were not. "Sweet girl. I'll protect you. Too good to be here. Should be with your kind. Fuck, her skin. So soft. Been too long."

The pain in your shoulder was too distracting to keep him out.

"Joel. Thoughts." You reminded.

Sometimes he forgot, or just assumed you'd handle it.

"Sorry." The words to an old song filled his consciousness, along with the guitar cords. He made quick work of cleaning you up, your magical ability only protected you so much. A sickness was the last thing you needed.

The Sickness is what created this mess in the first place. Some people died of it, some people died but didn't remain at peace. Some people walked themselves off it the night only to take a new form. Vines, Wild Dogs, Vipers. Each vying for a new place in the food chain. Some people got sick and discovered they had unique abilities.

Your abilities powered the barrier now. The Old Fort had been set up as a place to rest safely. Any Enlightened could power the barrier. The crystals outside did the work, all the Enlightened had to do was stay in the circle. The more Enlightened in the circle, the more powerful the barrier. That is why 'your kind' were all were kindly asked to move to a settlement up north. Asked by the rich to power the barrier to protect them. Those who refused the gracious offer of a new home, and a life in servitude, were dragged from their homes. Separated from their families and loved ones. The cries of your sister still rang in your ears, the vice like grip of her hands on your arms, fighting to keep you as you were hauled away. She would be alone now. The Sickness took your parents.

You mother, thankfully, just passed. She was lucky. Your father had lay in his death bed for an hour before they came to take his body. Only for him awaken. He bit into the neck of the man hauling up his body. The blood flooded from the man's neck like a water pump. His shirt was coloured dark red in moments. Your father chewed at him until you saw bone. Picking up his shot gun you shot him square in the face. His eyeball imploded into his skulls, bits of flesh flew off his face. His body twitched after it hit the floor, you fired again. Exposing his jaw, his ear slipped to the floor with a sickeningly wet flop. He didn't move again.

Joel could relate. He lost his child, a daughter you think, he didn't share it with you. He did tell you he was looking for his brother Tommy, just as you were looking for your sister. Both heading the same way. He was a gun for hire, you had swiped a health amount of money before escaping your new home at The Great Settlement. It was as good a partnership as anyone was going to find in this cruel world.

The sound of Joel singing the song that he had shrouded his thoughts in earlier was the last thing you heard before you slipped into a much needed sleep.

Joel's hand caressed your shoulder. His rough fingers tracking the pink healing skin there.

"Baby." He drawled languidly rolling his hips. The girth of him dragging against your walls in a blissful, unhurried pace. His hands roamed the soft skin of your naked back in front of him. Finally trailing around your sides to stroke at your breasts. Cupping the weight in his hands. Fingers pinching at you taut nipples. He spilled into you with a grunt before you could come.

"Sorry." he muttered against your skin, his stubble burning against you. "Sorry darlin', fell asleep. So sorry. Shit."

Joel's hand gripped your shoulder shaking you awake. A flurry of thoughts hit you .

"Barrier down."

"Fell asleep."

"Damn it, am so hard it hurts."

"We gotta move."

"Fuck, I can smell her."

"Just a taste."

"Fucking Walkers."

"We're not safe."

"Magically bullshit."

"She can't protect us. She's just a girl."

"Can't control herself."

"Control yourself first Asshole."

"She looks pretty, all spread out in bed."

"Bare skin, Stupid."

His hand shot back like he'd been burned.

"The barrier? How?" Your brain tried to form thoughts while pushing Joel's away.

"Fuck if I know, Girl. That magical shit is your department. All I know is we've got Walkers and the devil knows what else in here with us."

Jumping out of bed, you moved to get your things. Joel's eyes snapped away. Your nightshirt was thin and white. It did nothing hide your unbanded breasts or your nipples hardened from the arousal of your shared dream.

"I'll stand guard." He moved outside the door. "Hurry!" He tossed in before closing the door. For speed you skipped any underwear. The pants you pulled on were instantly damp from your pussy weeping for Joel. Pulling on your jacket you zipped it up hiding your bare chest under your thin nightshirt. Gripping you bag, you pulled open the door. Moonlight stream in from slits in the wooden walls. Joel was at the top of the rickety staircase. He removed one hand from his shot gun trained ahead of him to put a finger to his lips. Heeding his warning you listened. The drag and shuffle of footsteps came from close by. Walkers. Pulling your machete from your bag you silently prepared to join him. The tried reaching out with your mind. As Joel had thought into your mind earlier, you couldn't really control it. If you were lucky, you would be able to feel, or not feel, the monsters. It was like looking around a room and seeing black voids where they stood. The brief glimpse of a black void behind you was they only warning you got before you were pulled up into the rafters.

Tags @kirsteng42 @babydarkstar @prolix-yuy @thegreenkid @hquinzelle @fangirl-316 @gracie7209 @jedifarmerr @doommommy @scorpio-marionette @sturkillerbase @harriedandharassed @misspearly1

#pedro pascal character fanfiction #joel miller au #joel miller x f!reader #what the fuck is this 🤣🤣🤣 #i enjoyed writing it anyway

[maplequeen94]

8, 12, 39, 49 for the fic writer asks :)

8. What song would make a great fic (to either write or read)?

God, this was so hard for me to come up with an answer for for some reason, but I keep coming back to the song Dirty Paws by Of Monsters and Men. I love Of Monsters and Men so much and really any song could work honestly.

12. Are there any tropes you used to dislike but have grown on you?

I used to not be a fan of crack fics/ the characters acting out of character but honestly I've come to love the Fanon versions of Hetalia characters way more than their canon selves. It's like the fandom knows them better.

39. Is any aspect of your writing process inspired by other writers or people? If so, who?

Yes, I mean I have a fic that's literally an AU of @headingalaxys-spicy's AU so. 😂

(Anyway go check out Heading Galaxy's work)

49. What are you currently working on? Share a few lines if you’re up for it!

I currently am working on WIPS for part two of my DILF CanUkr series and Alpha! Canada/Omega! Reader smut fic and I have a layout for my Icubus! Canada and Nun! Reader smut fic

DILF: Kat felt her face getting hot over Matthew mentioning the care he’d taken into making sure he didn’t disturb her sleep. Some might have found it unsettling to think that he had watched over her as she slept; but to Kat, she couldn’t help but find it endearing. It made her feel oddly safe, knowing Matthew was making sure nothing would happen to her. 

Omegaverse: Matthew didn’t have the typical demeanor associated with Alphas; he was timid and shy, very passive aggressive and tended to let the rest of the board members talk over him during meetings. But he was incredibly kind; he was always the first to wish you a Good Morning when he came into work and a Good Night when you left for the day, every day like clockwork. The other Omegas at work enjoyed teasing you about how often Matthew would go out of his way just to greet you.

I don't have anything actually written for the last one except bullet points, but I thought I'd still share them regardless:

Reader has recently been sent to a convent to become a Holy Daughter of the Blessed Mother by her parents because they have fallen on hard times. 

Reader tries her best to cope with her new life as a postulant, trying to convince herself that being a Holy Daughter is what’s best for her.

Matthew, an incubus, has recently broken through the wards of the convent and has plans to stir up trouble when he sees Reader for the first time. He is struck by her beauty and decides that he must have her as his mate.

#Oof sorry it took me so long to answer I had to really think on some of these #plus my migraines have been bugging me #ask #maple rambles #maple answers

[certifiedceraunophile]

Love Letters Never Write Themselves  by @lalainajanes

She hears the horse first, the patter hooves on the grass. Caroline walks until she can see around the side of the house, lifting a hand to shade her eyes.

For a second, Caroline wonders if she’s hallucinating because Klaus Mikaelson, of all people, is coming her way. On horseback.

She quickly realizes that she’s firmly planted in reality - her heels are sinking into the grass, and she’s sweated off her foundation. If Klaus were a figment of her imagination, she’d appear flawless and collected to make him regret how he’d left things.

He’s wearing a white shirt, sleeves rolled up, again managing to look like he’d be right at home on the cover of a romance novel.

God, he’s the worst.

Why had no one had bothered to tell her that the gifted alchemist was Klaus? She might have had time to worm her way into another apprenticeship placement. And she definitely wouldn’t have bothered with the cloak.

He appears to notice her, moving to slow the horse. His expression doesn’t indicate recognition. Caroline’s going to chalk that up to how she’s dressed, how neatly her hair is pinned up. Klaus is used to her in her school uniform, had seen her a few times in casual clothes when they’d snuck into the woods around the school so they could talk without dozens upon dozens of prying eyes following them.

He’d even seen her best bra once, had gotten a peek of the matching lace panties before he’d abruptly rolled off of her and fled with muttered apologies.

He hadn’t bothered with another sorry when he’d left the school.

#My edits #Srishti's endless list of obssessions #lalainajanes #klaroline fanfic #klaroline shippers club #klaroline edit #klaroline fanart #klaroline fic #klaroline fic rec #OK OMG WHERE DO I BEGIN #I've been reading this fic for the last two days and have fallen heads over heals in love with it #IT'S SO GODDAMN *GOOD* I HAD TO MAKE ART FOR IT #it's EVERYTHING I love about niche tropes I have a major bias for mashed into one INCREDIBLE fic #It has mates #magic wizard/witch AU #werwolves #AND MY FAV EXES TO LOVERS TROPE #it's freaking AMAZING #such a GOOD READ I RECOMMEND 10/10 #deep dive into this absolute *chefs kiss* work and TREAT yourself please #The author works ACTUAL magic on this fic and it's just WONDERFUL pulls you in and leaves you wanting NO needing more and more and more #Bless yourself with this please

[clairecrive]

hi! I just recently found your account and I've been spending all my time reading everything you've written, and I wanted to tell you that I absolutely adore your writing! it's so beautiful.

I also wanted to request a friends to lovers nikolai x reader fic (you don't have to make it friends to lovers if you don't want to!) something along the lines of this: they get seperated after the battle with the darkling at the end of siege and storm and reader has to go with alina but they finally reunite? and everyone is super smug because they knew it would happen.

sorry for such a long ask and no worries if you decide not to do it! I hope you're doing well!!

Fools, pistols blazing and shock

A/n: a promise is a promise and the second most requested fic was Nikolai and angst and so here it is! friends to lovers is not my favorite trope but I enjoyed writing this. I hope you will too x

Thank you so much for your beautiful words btw, they mean the world <3<3

tags: @jupiterandbutterflies , @agentsofsheilds , @for-bebbanburg , @randomoutsiders , @hannaxmaria , @vintagebitc , @story-scribbler , @crowssixof , @odetostep , @lizzie-he4rts , @korol-lantsov , @subjecta13-thefangirl ,@gallysonegoodlung , @a-c-lee , @mriddlemethis , @carnationworld , @thanossexual , @luvxginger , @sanna2020 , @partiesandblurrypolaroids , @edithsvoice , @wafflesandschemingfaces , @snugleo , @sugarmelonwater , @dobwhore, @sassybadqueen , @anything-forourmoony, @snokoi, @imaginingimagines, @vintagebitc_,

SHADOW AND BONE MASTERLIST

"So," he twirled around, "how do I look?" With a theatrical gesture, he stopped in front of you.

You looked at him, head to toe, before saying, "Like a fool I know."

He was imperturbable, by the smirk on his face one would think that you had paid him a compliment. "The answer was far simpler: handsome."

"You look like a prince," you conceded, " but so does your brother so take that as you will." And with that, you walked to your assigned post leaving a scandalized Nikolai behind.

The dinner went by smoothly even if you had to bear Vasily being his annoying self. So far so good. The important thing was that the people around the table were under no threat. The rest was bearable.

And no, it had nothing to do with Nikolai winking at you from time to time. Flirting was second nature to him and Alina's presence by his side was a cold reminder of how things were.

It took one look at her for your face to go as blank as Mal's on the other side of the room.

You had disconnected from the conversation at the table for a second, your attention going to the exit where a Grisha soldier had just walked in to talk to Zoya. If you had been paying attention to Nikolai, you would have known what to expect.

But you hadn't and so the next few seconds were pure chaos.

The unthinkable happened.

Black shadows filled the room, leaving no chance to the people they had appeared before. The Queen's scream brought your attention back to the table and consequently to the Vasily. Or rather, to what was left of him.

Beside him, the kind had crouched down to hide and was cowering behind the throne. The Queen clutched her son's body to her chest wailing and screaming. Then your eyes fell on him, standing tall in front of his parents shooting away.

You didn't know what you were going to do. You didn't think. You just acted and the next thing you knew, you were running towards him shooting fire at whatever tendrils of shadows you could see.

"Nikolai!"

In a moment, you reached his side, covering his back for every possible attack.

"You need to go," you urged him over the sounds of crying and shooting. A shot of light filled the room blinking you for a moment and panic shot through you at the possibility of Alina being hurt.

"Take your parents and Alina and go Nikolai. You can't stay here!" You insisted again, still back to back, unwilling to let anything happen to him. If he meant to argue you didn't know. You heard him speak but his words went unheard over the chaos in the room.

You turned around just in time to see one of those things trying to make their way to him. The tendrils of fire that shot through you slowed it down but it was only a shot of wind coming from a squaller that did the trick and sent it away.

Nodding in the squaller's direction you took Nikolai's shoulders and turned him towards the secret exit behind the throne.

"Stop playing hero and just go for Saint's sake!" Under normal circumstances, he was stronger than you. And well, he still was but too busy worrying about getting his family to safety and covering your back, he ended up succumbing to your shoves.

"I can't leave you here!"

"You can and you surely will! I'll make sure that Alina is safe," ushering him and his parents towards the exit, you didn't give him time to argue. Once they were through the door, you closed it behind them and melted the lock.

You allowed yourself only a moment to worry about him, to mourn him if things were to go downhill for you. Only a second for you to mourn the future that you knew you were never going to get with him.

Then it was over. Your heart locked away and your mind focused solely on the battle ahead. You needed to make sure that Alina was alive and get her to safety whilst also trying to save as many as you could along the way.

A piece of cake.

*+*+*+*+*+*

You knew that he had made it out of Os Alta alive. You had gotten word that he had arrived safe and sound to one of his hiding spots scattered around the country.

Alina and a group of other Grisha, including yourself, had managed to make it out alive out of the capital as well.

All was as well as it could be under these gloomy circumstances. And yet, you couldn't help but feel like you had lost.

Too many had fallen under the Darkling's wrath. Too many had given up their lives in honor of Ravka's freedom. Too many sacrifices for you all to be hiding in the tunnels like scared cats.

But you had a plan. You just needed to be in the same room as Alina, all of you at once, and you were going to make your way up.

It was only a matter of time before you were going to see him again.

*+*+*+*+*+*

It turned out that you were right. It was a matter of time indeed before you saw Nikolai again.

As always, he couldn't help but make a grand entrance while praising his good looks. For once, your eyes didn't roll in mock annoyance. The joy of seeing him again, safe and sound while also saving your asses, prevailed.

And the moment his eyes met yours? Priceless.

Despite being in the middle of running away and fighting the first army's soldiers, you felt like there was only the two of you. Nothing mattered besides Nikolai, his stupid smirk that shone brighter than all the stars combined.

It turned out that that moment came with a price indeed. Your distraction paved the way for an almost fatal mistake.

Too lost in Nikolai's eyes and restraining yourself from throwing yourself at him, you didn't notice the soldier sneaking up behind him. Or well, you didn't until it was too late.

The movement caught your eyes, but the bastard had his pistol already drawn. You had the presence of the spirit of pushing Nikolai out of the way before a shot was fired.

Focusing on the bullet you tried all your might to melt it, but you knew it was a desperate attempt since you had noticed it too late. Trying and losing was better than not trying at all so trying you did.

However, what turned out to be life-saving was Nikolai's counterattack. While you exercised the small science, Nikolai quickly drew his own pistol and shoot at the soldier.

Time seemed to slow down as you stared in front of him, hands in the air while Nikolai moved behind you. Right before your brain registered that while you had indeed managed to burn the bullet, it was still coming your way at high speed, another object entered your field vision.

At that moment you didn't exactly decipher what had happened, you blinked and the bullet was not there anymore. However, your stupor was short-lived as other soldiers were coming your way after hearing the noise.

At that point, Nikolai tugged you away and towards his awaiting ship knowing that the soldiers would surely outnumber you.

It all happened in a blink. One moment you were on the ground hellbent on not dying, and the other you were up in the air.

That, combined with the stress of the last couple of weeks. exhaustion and dehydration put you in a state of shock. Resulting in you staring numbly ahead of you.

Then, when you felt a hand on your face, your brain started working again and your eyes slowly began to focus.

"Are you injured?"

Nikolai was moving your head left and right to check for wounds and after that, he moved down on your neck and vital points. But you weren't hurt.

"It's so typically you to swoop in and save the day in the most dramatic way possible that I shouldn't even be surprised."

Your sarcasm reassured him that you were fine more than the absence of physical wounds. Leaning back on his haunches, he gave you a lazy smirk. "You know me, always read to save damsels in distress."

You almost hated how handsome he looked in that moment but the fact that he basically had saved your life made it really hard for you to get mad at him.

"Not a damsel and not in distress but I appreciated your gesture," you fired back falling naturally into your usual easy banter. "Thank you, Kolya."

"You shouldn't be thanking me. I did it for a whole selfish reason." His features morphed into seriousness which was usually something he left for meetings or that kind of stuff. Seeing it now directed at you, seriously worried you.

"Since when does Nikolai Lanstov shy away from gratefulness and compliments?" You tried to jest but to no avail.

"I'm serious."

"Alright, so why did you do it? You have tons of other Grisha available."

"Because a world without you is not a world I want to live in."

Well, damn. Trust Nikolai to make you completely speechless.

"That must be the shock talking," you murmured still taken back by his words.

"I've almost lost you, y/n, I'm not going to waste any more time avoiding my feelings." Crossing his arms on his chest, Nikolai lightly shook his head. Damn, there was no smirk on his face, no twinkle in his eyes. He must be serious.

"I should be having an epiphany moment since I was the one who almost died," you protested.

"Feel free to declare your undying love for me then."

"Ass. Now I'm tempted not to do it just to prove you wrong," you glared at him but sighed knowing what you needed to do. "But, as much as it pains me, you're right."

Your eyes flickered between yours and the sheer intensity of them gave you enough confidence to bear your heart to him, "I do love you, you know."

"Well, let's be honest, who wouldn't. I'm amazing," with a careless shrug, Nikolai gestured to himself. Which, of course, made you glare at him.

"Joking, I take it back. You're insufferable." Your mock-annoyance did nothing but amuse him to no end. However untruthful they might be, Nikolai played along with your words. While also progressively leaning closer to you.

"Nope, can't do that love. You signed your destiny, you're mine." You would have retired, of course you would have, but the truth is, his lips were more interesting than any witty comeback ever could.

#nikolai lanstov #nikolai lantsov x reader #grishaverse #nikolai lantsov imagine #shadow and bone #nikolai lantsov imagines #nikolai lantsov fic #nikolai lantsov fluff #nikolai my love #nikolai lanstov angst

[levi-txliesiin]

the aftermath of 'i love you.'

this is the sequel to my fic how kaz would react to 'i love you.' which was basically all angst. spoiler alert: this is all angst, too.

pairing: kaz brekker/reader but not exactly (??) cause they've broken up so uh

rating: teen

word count: 1.5k (rounded up)

summary: what happened after you said 'i love you,' to kaz

tags: gender neutral!reader, angst, unhappy ending

warnings: swearing, self-deprecating thoughts, and i think that's it? but pls lmk if anything else is needed

read on ao3

a/n: the writing quality of this really went 📉📈📉 but in my defense i wrote most of this while my brother watched tommy innit videos at full volume so ofc i was distracted.

and fyi muzzen is not an oc, he's one of the minor minor characters in soc!

once again, feedback and reblogs are appreciated! hope you enjoy reading <3

Kaz's pov

He watched you from the other side of the room as you blatantly flirted with Muzzen. He had his glass of kvas (Jesper had begged for the club to order the ravkan mead for weeks) in a death grip. You ran your fingers through your hair, and smiled at something Muzzen had said. He tugged lightly on the collar of your jacket, making you laugh softly. Kaz's heart tightened, jealousy settling in his chest.

You looked happy, even as you conversed with the brainless bodyguard who probably couldn't count up to ten. Kaz hadn't been able to make you happy like that. But you had loved him anyway, and he had 'fucked you over', as you'd put it.

I love you.

You're a coward, Brekker.

Kaz let out something in between a sigh and a frustrated grunt. He drained the rest of his drink in one go, and set the glass down more violently than he'd intended. His scowl deepened, if that were even possible, when he sensex Inej slide into the seat next to him. He waited for her to speak, because he sure as hell wasn't going to initiate the conversation. What was there to say? You and him were over. And it was all his fault. 

"Kaz," Inej said. Her tone of voice was gentle - too gentle. He didn't want to be pitied, for fuck's sake. 

"What is it, Inej?" he snapped. 

"Tell me what happened between you and Y/n."

"Nothing to tell." He shrugged. 

Annoyance flickered over her face. "I care about you both, you know," she said. "I don't like seeing you two like this."

He gave her a withering look, if only to disguise the ugly feeling that flared up within him at her words. 

Don't care about me.

Don't love me.

You can't.

Kaz bit the inside of his cheek and hung his head. He studiously ignored Inej for a solid minute. At some point, he noticed that you and Muzzen had abandoned your corner table, most likely to go suck each other's faces off. The thought sent jolts of jealousy through his heart. 

"For Saint's sake- did she break your heart? Is that it?" she demanded, apparently having had enough of his silence.

He 'tsked' in annoyance, standing up abruptly. He snatched up his cane. "Maybe I broke hers," he muttered before walking off. He didn't want to answer questions today. Or ever.

Inej didn't follow him, and he was thankful for that. He trudged up the stairway, the rickety steps creaking under his weight. Emotions swirled within him, brewing up a storm. It was just a matter of time before he exploded, because as much as he hated to admit it, he was still human. Especially when it came to you. 

You had been one of the first people to see his humanity, and the last thing he wanted was to become another monster in your life.

But then again, maybe it was too late.

Suddenly, he bumped into someone. He hissed, flinching backwards. "Watch it-," his next words died on his tongue when he looked up, and came face to face with you. For a few, painfully awkward moments, the two of you held eye contact. Your face was stony, but your e/c eyes betrayed some kind of emotion that Kaz couldn't be bothered to decipher right now.

"Sorry, Brekker," you apologised. Your tone was flat. "C'mon, Muzzen," you gestured for him to follow you back down with a jerk of your head.

His hand twitched at his side as you left, almost as if his body yearned for your presence. Your shoulders nearly touched - missing each other by less than a centimetre. He couldn't decide if that was a good or bad thing. 

Letting out another sharp breath, Kaz resumed the walk back to his room. His footsteps grew quicker and more urgent. Your name echoed in his mind, as well as the three words that had haunted him for days now. 

Y/n. Y/n. Y/n.

I love you, I love you, I love you.

He slammed the door behind him when he finally reached his quarters. His cane fell to the floor, although his gloves stayed on. He stumbled into the cramped bathroom, bracing two hands against the rusty sink. He twisted the tap open, ignoring the squeak of the old mechanism that would have otherwise annoyed him. A gentle stream of water flowed from the tap head, and he splashed some on his face. 

No, he thought stubbornly, I am not going to break down because of Y/n.

The despair that rattled inside of him said otherwise.

f only he had reacted better when you'd told him you loved him. If only he hadn't yelled at you and called you all those horrible things that weren't true about you in the slightest. You weren't selfish at all. You were the exact opposite. You were kind, and thoughtful, and understanding - so, so understanding of him and his endless baggage. And he had- he had ruined it all, because of his own cowardice.

You're a coward, Brekker.

I know, he thought, not for the first time. I'm sorry. 

· · ─── ·𖥸· ─── · ·

Your pov

"I- I'm sorry, Muzzen, but I think I'm gonna turn in for the night," you said to the bodyguard, smiling sheepishly. "I've got a bit of a headache."

"It's alright," he said, giving a half-hearted smile back. It was clear he didn't believe you. You didn't know if that was because your acting skills weren't as up to par as you thought, or because the bodyguard was smarter than you made him out to be.

You all but ran up the stairs, nearly sagging in relief as the door closed behind you. You suddenly couldn't stand the feeling of the fabric of your coat on your skin and shrugged it off; Kaz had bought it for you, because of course the reminder of him lingered everywhere you went.

Your room wasn't anywhere near big, but it was a good way away from Kaz's, and for the first time, you were grateful for that. You couldn't deal with him at the moment.

Wait, no, that came out wrong. It wasn't him specifically that you couldn't deal with, it was the bad memories (or, rather, memory, as there was one key shitshow that had ruimed everything) that came with him.

Oh, Saints, why, why, why had you told him you loved him? Things had been going so well! And then you- you fucked it up. Yes, you had blatantly blamed this on Kaz the day of the argument, but deep down, you knew you were the one at fault. 

Your heart ached every time you thought of him. You missed Kaz. So, so much. It hadn't escaped you how he had been eyeing you and Muzzen earlier in the evening. You could only hope that he was staring out of jealousy, and not devising some foolproof plan to get rid of you.

What would it take for Kaz to forgive you? Or had you fucked things up beyond repair? 

"Shit," you whispered, leaning your head against the wall. Tears burned at the corners of your eyes. "Shit." You didn't know what exactly was 'shit'. Maybe the decision you came to moments later.

I'm going to apologise to him," you said to your empty room. "I will."

With a sniffle, you cracked open your door and slipped back outside. You had left your coat in a pile on the floor, making you vulnerable to the cold that pierced the empty areas of the Crow Club. Your feet carried you to Kaz's room naturally. You barely had to think about where you were going. Instead, you thought of Kaz himself. 

Kaz. Your fallen angel, you used to call him in your mind. You couldn't express how sorry you were. You didn't even know what you were sorry for. Loving him? Loving him, and saying it aloud? Loving him, and saying it aloud, because you were so sure he felt the same way? 

You had been being selfish. Kaz said so himself. Selfish and stupid. Of course Kaz didn't love you.

At last, you were in front of his door. You raised a fist to knock. Opened your mouth to call out. Except you did none of those. You just stood there, tears welling up in your eyes once again, a familiar pang of sadness in your chest. 

He wouldn't want to see you. How could he? This was your fault, wasn't it? It was your selfishness, and your wishful thinking that had gotten you two into this position. You missed him, but you wouldn't go as far as to think he missed you, too. If you attempted to apologise… would it really be for him? 

You wouldn't be selfish. Not again.

"I'm sorry," you whispered. 

You turned around, and walked away. 

#vig's writing #uservignette #kaz brekker x reader #kaz x reader #kaz brekker #grishaverse #shadow and bone #six of crows fic #six of crows fanfic #six of crows #soc fanfic #grishaverse fandom #grishaverse fanfiction #grishaverse fic #grishaverse imagine #six of crows imagine #six of crows x reader #six of crows x you #kaz brekker x you #kaz x y/n #kaz x you

[multiverseofwonders]

Much needed comfort

Hal Jordan GN Reader

･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.🌌🌟🌙🌟🌌.* :☆ﾟ.

Genre: fluff/comfort

Long AN, skip green to go to the fic//

Hi, I have orientation in about 5 hours and I've never been more mentally stressed in my life because I realized how deathly afraid I am of people but I'm not allowed to go back to full virtual so I kinda just wrote this as a comfort fic so I'd stop, panicking. It's a general fic and the thing bothering the reader is kept vague. The reader is also kept vague so any gender and and race can read 💚💚💚

Word count: 874. It's shorter than my normal stuff but I'm tired and stressed out. I just really needed to write something to make me feel better. This isn't proofread so my apologies for any mistakes.

Oh and psst, here's a song i listened to while writing this. I always associate it with Hal and when i listen to it i go :)

･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.🌌🌟🌙🌟🌌.* :☆ﾟ.

"Hey, sweetheart I'm baaaack!~"

A familiar and sweet voice sang out. Hal set down his keys and held a bouquet of assorted flowers; his own way of saying 'Sorry I'm home late... again.' Even if they were discounted he thought you wouldn't really mind. The house was dark but he didn't pay much mind to it. It was summer, not to mention one of the hottest days of the year. You, his beloved, were probably just hot and decided to turn them off.

"Sorry for being late again, I had to deal with something for the Justice League. Carol had my head for disappearing so suddenly again but the look on Sinestro's face when Guy flashed him was priceless. Oh and don't even get me started on how fun chasing him was. For someone who gets strong from the fear of others, you'd think he wouldn't be such a coward. I wish I could take you with me at times but…" he paused. A feeling of dread began to sink in. He realized that the house was silent. It was never this quiet.

Even on days when you were napping or asleep, the TV would be on for background noise. He carefully put down the bouquet and balled his fist. In almost an instant he donned the green, back, and white suit you loved so much. 

"Ring…" he said quietly, sternly, yet worriedly. "Scan the house for any entities." His breath hitched in fear of hearing something like a 1 or 3. What if something had happened to you while he was gone? What if today was just a distraction? 

"There are currently 2 conscious life forms in this house."

Hal paused for a second before asking another question 

"And how many of the 2 are not intruders?"

"There are no intruders. All conscious life forms present live here."

A brief moment of silence passed before the sound of Hal powering down his ring broke it. 

Hal hastily maked his way from the living room to your shared bedroom. The door was closed and he saw no light from underneath the door. He tensed up a bit. He had silently hoped that today you just left the TV on mute or something while asleep. 

Hesitantly, he turned the knob and cracked the door open, still afraid that somehow, someway, something had happened. His mind raced thinking of the possibilities as the door creaked loudly, as a rush of cold air hit his exposed skin. Instead of seeing some big monster waiting to jump him, he just saw you.

Your rarely moving form curled up on your shared bed, beneath the covers you picked out when you two were getting furniture. Your back was facing away from the door, something you rarely did, as your side of the bed was on the far end and you said a long time ago that you wanted to see Hal whenever he came back.

He closed the door behind him silently and approached for a better look before something had broken his heart.

You weren't asleep. You were crying…

He wanted to tell you not to cry, to tell you that everything would be okay but instead, he just took off his shoes and jacket. He lifted the covers and placed his jacket you had loved so much on your shoulders before he joined you beneath the covers of your shared bed. You had flinched a bit and the initial feel of his touch, though you had heard everything and was aware that it was him, it somehow didn't click with you that he was actually home with you. 

Hal shifts slightly, wrapping his arms around you and burying his head in your shoulder, and placing his slightly calloused hand over the back of yours. He doesn't say a word, doesn't ask what's wrong, and doesn't even dare think about asking if you want to talk about it, because sometimes those are the last things someone wants to hear.

His thumb brushed over the back of your hand and he placed soft kisses on your shoulder and the back of your neck. He's not completely sure of what to do, hell, he can't even tell if this is the best option, but he just wants to be there for you. He just lets you cry it out for now while he stays there with you. 

He didn't think less of you for your broken sobs or whimpers. He didn't judge you for needing time to yourself. You weren't a bother to him and he wanted you to know it. For you and you only he'd spend all of his time and energy, his whole life even, to make sure you were okay. After all, he loved you. You were his one and only, his soul, and he'd rather die a million horrid deaths than let you stay this way.

He stayed there for hours just comforting you, even long after you stopped crying after you had shifted and brought his hand closer to you and kissed his hand ever so softly. After you had fallen asleep next to him. He stayed. 

And for you, he'd spend more than a million eternities doing it again.

#hal jordan #hal jordan x reader #green lantern #green lantern x reader #gn reader #black reader #male reader #reader was kept vague so anyone can read #dc #dc comics #trans writer #black writer #dyslexic writer #comfort #comfort fic #hal's jacket <333 #dc x reader #tag readers ily #fuck you trans rights

[imadehimspaghetti]

Here is part two to my lil fic

First part here

A/N: I wrote this several years ago when I was 16. It is unfinished and I think I wrote ten parts. I can post the rest if y’all would like. I could also write new stuff too 👉🏼👈🏼

"Trick question."

"Excuse me?" Negan scoffed, I was playing a dangerous game.

"Either you want me to say my real name or say Negan."

His face softened and he let a small laugh escape his lips. "First one."

"Addilyn" **i changed her name halfway through the story

Negan nodded in approval. "And second?"

My eyes shifted quickly to Chris, he was white as a ghost. His eyes gave me no comfort. I looked back at Negan, to once again meet his brown eyes.

"Negan."

His lips formed into a smile as he adjusted Lucille on his shoulder.

"Where do you work?"

"The janitorial department."

"With Chris?"

I nodded, I was beginning to feel sick. Why? God only knows.

"Okay." And with that, he turned around and left the mess hall. The anxiety in the room suddenly vanished, from everyone. Yet it still lingered for me.

"Woah," Chris muttered as he looked at me.

"That has been the closest I've ever been to him," Ava commented.

I took a sip of my water trying to ease myself. "I think I'm going to turn in for the night."

I said my goodbyes and placed my dish in the bucket near the kitchen. I headed to the third floor where Chris's room was. Tonight was my turn to sleep in the bed, and I was glad for it. Despite my anxiety, that overwhelmed me, I managed to fall asleep rather quickly.

"Azrael." A hand was gently shaking my shoulder.

"Okay," I mumbled. I heard the room door open and then shut. It was Chris waking me up for work. I glanced over at the clock and it read 6:40. We had this thing going on that whoever woke first, was to wake the other up. Usually, it was Chris, but there were a few days where I managed to wake up earlier. I got up from my bed and opened my dresser.

Two dressers were in the room, one mine and the other Chris's. Just about everything we had, we had two of. I decided on wearing my favorite blue skinny jeans and just a plain white tank top. With all the points I had been racking up, I managed to gather some pretty decent clothes. Most, however, I had before I came to Sanctuary. I pulled my dark brown hair into a ponytail, completely disregarding the few strands that had fallen from my grip. I sat on the edge of the bed and grabbed my converse. Small holes were visible at the top.

I need new shoes, I thought. I'll make sure to get some after work.

Before leaving the room, I brushed my teeth and made one last look in the mirror.

Acceptable, I thought.

I walked down to the lower floor and into the Janitor's office. Ava was getting the mop from the closet and Chris was with a couple other guys sorting through soaps that we use to wash the clothes and towels. I walked to the white board and looked next to my name. My eyes went wide and mouth went slightly agape.

Bring/collect towels-5th floor.

There were two rooms on the fifth floor. Simon's and Negan's. "Perry?" My eyes didn't leave the white board.

"Yes, hun?”

"Why do I have the fifth floor?"

"Well I would've assigned you elsewhere but Negan requested you, and I am not one to disobey him."

Of course, he fucking did.

I inhaled a deep breath, composing myself. Without another word, I left the room and grudgingly headed to the fifth floor. As I took my last step up the stairs, a fairly lit hallway came to view. On both sides of the hallway was one door. There was a door at the end, with Simon standing before it. He noticed my presence.

Simon took a step forward. "Mine's on the left, I'll let you guess where Negan's is." He chuckled at his own joke.

I made my way into Simon's room where I went straight to the bathroom without looking elsewhere. I gathered his two towels and quickly exited his room. I wanted to get out of here as soon as possible.

I walked over to Simon where he knocked on the door and announced my presence.

"Hey boss, your towel fetcher is here." I mentally rolled my eyes at him.

Simon stepped aside and allowed me to enter. I grasped the doorknob and entered Negan's room.

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✨ | A Bad Day

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!reader

Summary: You had a bad day at work and Bucky knows that, so takes this chance to brighten your bad day.

Word Count: 2k

Warning(s): Fluff, crying... I think that's about it.

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Locking the door behind you, you lean yourself against your door, sliding to the floor. Tears flowing down your face, you pike your knees up you to the chest, wrapping your arms around them. It was another one of those awful days at work, your face hidden in the nook you made. You slowly sobbed to yourself, trying to express the bad day you had quietly into your house as if it could listen.

The quietness of your rural home thickened the sound of your tears; you sigh deeply into your knees, attempting to catch the breath you longed for. Then, calming yourself, you wipe the tears with the end of your jumper before hearing your phone ring. A few sniffs holding the fact you were crying, you check your phone to see it was your best friend calling.

"Yellop", you softly chime to your best friend on the end of the other line. You can hear an audible laugh. "Yellop doll, how was your day?" The voice you always long to hear at the end of your days. "U-usual", you softly chocked out before continuing ", how about you, old man? How was your day?" You giggle slightly at your remark.

A long pause extended your conversation with him before he broke the silence with a soft laugh through his nose, "usual, same since we last spoke", you smile, getting up, taking the conversation to your couch. Hearing his voice had taken away any sadness you had before you even picked up the phone. "Hey, I'm coming over. I need your help," he says, which piques your interest.

"What does a 107-year-old man need my help for? I'm sure you have all the life experience you need," you joked; Bucky gasps ", ouch, my feelings… they're hurting because of you", he laughs, causing the two of you to roll your eyes at each end of the line. "May I ask what you need help with?" You sat up from the couch, eagerly waiting for his reply.

A steady silence homed their conversation for a few seconds "a date y/n… there is this beautiful woman I want to ask on a date." He sighs.

Your face drops slightly, tears rushing down your face again like the ones before. Quickly wiping the tears, you answer, so Bucky doesn't worry "a date, huh? Since when do you socialise" you half-laughed to yourself sadly. "well… doll. You see, I don't if I'm honest," you both laugh, waiting for him to continue. "But… she is amazing, beautiful, the most incredible person I've met", he boasts to you over the phone.

You couldn't help but wallow in your thoughts for a bit, wishing that it were you he was talking about. But you knew that you two were just made to be the best of friends; despite how you felt towards him, you knew he could never feel the same. It took you a while to collect yourself when Bucky spoke again, breaking your train of thought. "Doll?" Your eyes focus again on your surroundings, coming back to the reality that you wanted to run away from right then and there. "Doll, are you there?" He asks again; you clear your throat "yes! yes… sorry, yes I am." You coughed.

"I am happy for you, Buck! She will be so lucky to have you." You stand up from the couch walking into your kitchen. "I am the lucky one, actually…" he replies softly. You smile at his reply only to realise the context of the conversation before answering back to him, "Well… are you sure you need my help? I feel you have all of that covered. I don't think I could be of much help to you, Buck." You held the phone between your shoulder and your ear as you opened the fridge up to check what was for dinner tonight. "I most certainly do doll. You are a vital part to getting this right," he excitedly says; you could never turn him down.

Even after being his friend for over ten years, you still couldn't say no to him. "Geez, Bucky, you really are serious… I'll have you know, though. I haven't had a boyfriend since I met you, so I'll only be able to give you basic pointers," you laugh to yourself. "Doll, don't worry about it… as long as you're there, that's all I need." He swoons. You couldn't help but laugh, "see, buck, with that attitude, I think she will say yes." You lightly say, "plus, have you asked Steve? I'm sure he has better advice to give," you question. "Yeah, I did… no help there", he laughs.

"Okey dokes, well I'm going to take my shower n stuff… you've got a key so you can let yourself in, alright?" You say, continuing to push through the built-up tears and emotions that halted at your throat. "Okay, doll! See you shortly," he says "see ya, Buck" you smile, hanging up.

Not knowing it, but your world fell before you; you didn't want to lose Bucky to a woman he hasn't even told you about. Then again, you cared for his happiness, that is what he needed after all the trauma he had been put through. You shook off the tears sucking up the pain into your stomach, heading to take a shower.

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Bucky’s POV

"How do I tell her, Steve?" Bucky groans, pacing around the living room, "I love her so goddam much, but I am afraid to lose her. What if she doesn't like me and only sees me as a friend-"Bucky is cut off by Nat, who is sitting on the other side of the couch reading a book. "Bucky, I am going to slap some sense into you soon. She is head over heels for you." She sighs, getting up to leave the room. Bucky continues to pace again, with Steve closely watching.

"Ask her on a date Buck. Go from there," Steve lightly says, leaning back into his seat. "Hey doll, I know we've been best friends for ten years now, but I just wanted to let you know that I've fallen in love with you since the day we met", he frustrates into the palm of his hands. Steve chuckles a bit, "sounds about right", he snorts. Bucky wide-eyed to his oldest friend. "Ahaha, so funn-" he is cut off with a buzzing in his left pocket.

Reaching in, he picks it up "oh, it's just Sam" he rolls his eyes, answering, "what's up, Sam?" Sam sighs "have you talked to y/n recently?" He asks, which immediately makes Bucky furrow his eyebrows "no, why? Has something happened?" A pause before Sam speaks, "Can you check on her, please. She had a rough day at work. I have a feeling she is not at her best at the moment." Bucky's eyes dull hearing that the woman he's in love with is sad "okay, on it. Thanks for letting me know, Sam", he let out a sigh. "I've given her the week off, but please check." He sternly asks. "You have my word Sam" Bucky hangs up, turning to Steve.

"She had a bad day at work…" he frowns before plopping himself on the couch. "Well, buck, this may be a good opportunity to take her out on a date? Or even have a sneaky film night?" He stands up, patting his friend's shoulder. Bucky gives a slight grin, nodding, "Thanks, pal".

Steve walks out of the room, leaving Bucky alone with his thoughts, "okay okay okay, I can do this, I can do this." He hypes himself up, taking his phone pressing your contact that he had on speed dial.

"Yellop" Bucky hears on the other end of the phone; he couldn't help but melt to the sweetness of your voice. It was one he loved so much. It wasn't unusual to call each other; it was a religious routine for the both of you. If one didn't call, the other would. But this time, it was different; Bucky was nervous; it has taken him ten years to work up the courage to ask you out. But he still couldn't, not without seeing your face, not without being able to hold you as he said he loved you and not without comforting you first. He knew you didn't want to burden him with your troubles, so he took it upon himself to make up an excuse just to see you.

After the call, Bucky knew that you'd been hiding your emotions just to have your usual conversation with him. He felt even guiltier when he went on and on about you but never had the guts to tell you that he was talking about you.

Bucky packed a night bag from his room, packing it onto his motorbike before making his way to the local supermarket that was on the way to your house.

He picked up some of your favourite snacks and a bunch of your favourite flowers, securing them on his bike before riding to your house. Then, turning his bike off, he left it parked in your garage, heading inside. He closed the door behind him, walking into the kitchen laying the snacks on the table before heading down the hall into your room. He could hear the shower running and knew you were still in there.

He could hear you singing a soft melody of your favourite song; Bucky smiled, took his shoes off, and set them at the door in the hallway. Bucky flopped onto your soft bed with the flowers he had for you hidden on the bedside away from the bathroom door so you wouldn't be able to see them when you'd come out.

Finishing your shower a few minutes later, you wrapped your hair in a towel. Drying yourself and popping on your oversized henley, the same one Bucky had given you all those years ago when you had nothing to wear the first time you slept at his. You put some undies on and Van's socks. Using the dryer to dry your hair, you fitted your thick hair into a messy bun with your black scrunchy. "Alright", you took a deep breath before heading out to see Bucky lying on your bed.

"Oh, Buck! Hey," you smiled at him. His head was comfy on the bedsheets; he turned to see you, a bright smile upon his face. "Hey, doll," he noticed straight away that you weren't wearing any pants, something he was used to but not used to at the same time. You'd always make a fuss over going to bed with pants on; you hated wearing pants to bed. So you just opted for socks. "So", you sigh, flopping on the bed next to him. "Who is the girl?" You asked, turning your body to the side facing him. He chuckled, rolling over the edge of the bed, coming back to meet you, your favourite flowers in his hand; you both were face to face.

"You"…

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You look at him, jerking your face back a bit in surprise but totally melting seeing the flowers. "M-me?" You reply; Bucky smiles, brushing the hair from your face nodding, "It's always been you y/n." His arm caressed your cheek, and you couldn't help but rest yours on his. You kissed the inner of his hand before taking the flowers leaving them on the bedside table.

"You know how long I've wanted to tell you that I love you" you smiled almost in tears; wrapping his metal arm around your waist, Bucky pulled your body close to his "And you know how long I've wanted to say the exact same thing" he rested his head against yours "I am in love with you y/n, I've loved you ever since I met you". You sniffled, cupping his cheek before leaning in, kissing his chapped lips; he leaned into him, kissing back "and just when I thought I was going to have to let you go, you prove me wrong," you chuckled through your tears.

He chuckles with you. "I couldn't tell you on the phone. I had to be here. Plus, Sam told me you had a bad day, so I wanted to be with you." You smiled, giving him the biggest hug. "Thank you, Buck. Thank you for doing this" he kissed the top of your head.

"You're welcome, love", he smiled.

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