#abandoned fics

[disorganizedkitten]

I should go back to more old fics because I was ON SOMETHING in my Maribat era. Like? Three way crossover where half the plot was just me making bad translations bc I was mad that learning languages was hard. Cute. The au where daminette happened ONLY because an akuma or gabe managed to rewrite reality and then they FIXED IT and I had to start a follow up fic where they're both suffering from incredible amounts of deja vu and have to figure out what's real? iconic. The au where after hawkmoth the Miracle team split up to go help other superheroes and literally no one noticed until they were all in one room making fun of each other? So much fun. The circus au? Absolute banger of a fic idea, why didn't I finish it?

Literally anything wine aunts? I was integral in the wine aunts scene there for a bit, they were my babies.

Multiple assassin Marinette soulmate aus. Someone drew ART for one of them and then I never wrote it 😭

The au where Marinette was a Talon who escaped to france and became the black cat, with Kagami as her ladybug partner? Beautiful, why did I stop?

The OTHER Talon Marinette au where she was just. living in an abandoned room in wayne manor

The ghost au that I didn't start but I wrote some pretty things for

Maribat was a really fun era and I should spend more time in the maribat discords again, I think. Or at least go back and FINISH SOME OF THESE they're all so good

#marinette dupain-cheng #miraculous ladybug #Mlb x dc #Maribat #Jaymeow speaks #Abandoned fics

[wayward-lives]

The barista at Sam's new favourite café has to be the most beautiful person Steve's ever seen.

He's got pouty lips and long chestnut hair and soulful grey eyes, and the first time Steve saw him he almost fell over. He's thick in all the right places, with long legs and a tiny waist, and he wears these tight jeans and shirts that are just sinful. The kid's a good half a foot shorter than Steve, and probably over a hundred pounds lighter; the perfect size to pick up and press against a wall.

He's young, too, by the looks of him; mid-twenties at the oldest. Much too young for Steve, who's just finished a fifteen-year stint in the Army and recently watched his 34th birthday come and go. Too good for him, too.

"Steve. Dude."

Steve glances up immediately, an innocent expression on his face that probably does nothing to hide the redness of his cheeks. "What?"

Sam raises an eyebrow, looking pointedly over to where the kid's brewing a coffee, chatting happily to a customer. "You'd better not be making eyes at that sweet little barista."

"I'm not," Steve says, far too quickly, and Sam gives him an incredulous look.

"One word, my friend: jailbait."

"Oh come on," Steve protests. "He's not that young."

"He looks seventeen."

"He is not seventeen," Steve groans, unable to stop himself from glancing over again. He hopes the kid isn't seventeen, anyway.

"Uh-huh," Sam drawls. "Don't come crying back to me when his father chases you off with a shotgun."

Sam's not nearly as funny as he thinks he is; and Steve's always loved to prove him wrong. Maybe that's why, the next time he goes into the café (without Sam this time; Steve knows that'd be a bad idea) he takes advantage of the lack of other customers to get to know the sweet boy with the long, brown hair.

The guy immediately perks up when Steve comes through the door, leaning against the counter with a coy smile on his face that has Steve's heart racing.

"Morning," he says once Steve's at the counter. "What can I get you?"

Steve smiles back, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning forward until his hip bumps into the counter. He doesn't miss how the kid's eyes trail over his biceps. "What would you recommend?"

"Depends what you're in the mood for," the kid shoots back, his eyes dancing. "You looking for something strong, something sweet?"

Steve hums, leaning forward a bit and letting his eyes trace over that body. "I don't have much of a sweet tooth, but I might have to make an exception for you."

The prettiest blush Steve's ever seen blooms across the kid's face, and god, Steve wants to jump the counter and get his hands on him so bad.

"How about I surprise you, then?" the kid murmurs.

"You do that, sugar."

Steve leaves that day with a too-sweet coffee, a number scrawled on the side of the cup and signed with a name. <em>Bucky.</em>

Steve texts him that night.

How do you feel about dinner sometime?

The response comes within the minute.

Take me out for dessert after and you have a deal.

#marvel #bucky barnes #steve rogers #stucky #fanfic #my writing #abandoned fics

[knightonhorseback]

Rip to the fanfic "Finn" by asocalledintellctual

It had a good run however, at 16 chapters and 48,000 words, sadly it has joined the graveyard in which abandoned fanfic's with amazing potential lie, it will always live in my heart for such amazing writing.

*"I love you bitch, I ain't gon' never stop lovin' you bitch" playing in the background*

#the black phone #finney blake #robin arellano #finbin #vance hopper #bruce yamada #gwen blake #griffin stagg #abandoned fics #abandoned fic

[mochalottie]

Hello babes I would like to see 18.

Ooo hiya bestie babes thank you for asking~~ (anymore don't hesitate XD)

18) Do you have any abandoned WIP’s? What made you abandon them?

I'd be very surprised and awed if there is an author who doesn't have an abandoned work.

I have a Star Wars Band AU that I abandoned after starting the second one. Mainly because I lost inspiration for it, and because I didn't think it was very interesting. And also, what usually happens with my brain is I get an idea whilst writing a different idea and it hyperfocusses on the other idea XDD

If you have more questions do ask~ <333

#writers on tumblr #lottie answers asks #star wars #abandoned fics

[xxwritemeastoryxx]

WIP Purge

Where my untouched and forgotten work in progress goes to the trash bin. But before they meet their demise, I figured I'd show you what is being tossed and give my thoughts on them before they never see the sunshine again.

However, if in the future a part of me feels like I can go back to it, this is the post where it will be saved. Unless tumblr eats my tags and I never find it again after this is posted.

ANYWAYS! From what I can tell, no major warnings are needed for what is below the cut. Please note that this is in fact a very long post filled with commentary that is either ramblings, me occasionly giving thoughts in bold mid wip to address things, and so on.

This is mostly for you guys to see what could have been as well as some comedy. If you have any thoughts on these, please feel free to comment on them. I really want to know what you guys think.

Have fun! And thank you for participating in this purge.

Eyes On Me

If I'm not mistaken this had been a request that just fell through the cracks before I had my breakdown. This one was from when I first started attempting to write for MCU characters. I tried going back and rereading and replanning this fic, but everything I tried to do didn't work. So it sat there unfinished. Maybe one day I'll come back and give Druig another try.

I need you to come back to me.

The words may have been rushed and loud to anyone that had been close by but to Y/N she couldn’t even hear them. Her mind blocking out the words in one way or another. Images flashed before her eyes. Ones that she’d hardly recognized but felt oh so familiar to her.

I don’t want to hurt you. Come back.

The words were muffled in comparison to the chaos that echoed within Y/N’s ears. The screams of the scared and injured only gripped the hold on Y/N tighter that it felt like she couldn’t breathe. Death and destruction louder than the calming words that were being attempted to bring her back from the madness that was consuming her.

What Y/N didn’t know was (What didn't she know?!?! Cause I sure as hell don't remember lmao. )

“She’s struggling.” He said as he shook his head. “One moment she’s fine and she can fight it off, but in the next it’s like-” He couldn’t find the right words to explain the battle Y/N would lose with herself. Druig’s mind only comes up with the smallest comparison to Thena that very night in Tenochtitlan.

“As if she is stuck in between the past and the present.” Gilgamesh said with a nod in understanding. “You grow worried with how long she’ll be able to fight it off before you’re fighting her to come back to you.” His eyes landed on Thena as she brought a glass up to her lips and took a drink. “Some days it is as easy as telling her a few words, and other days it takes a while to break through to her.”

They both watched as Y/N and Thena began to toss their heads back in laughter at whatever was said in their conversation. The details were unknown to the men, but it was something that had actually brought a smile to both of their faces. The two women had been close before they all had gone their separate ways.

Thena only ever laughed that hard when Y/N was around. And it was only ever Thena that could ever get Y/N to be still for longer than five minutes. Though over time Y/N had been able to adapt and be content with boredom, it was then that both Druig and Gilgamesh had seen how calm Y/N was.

“What caused it?” Gilgamesh asked a moment later.

“We take trips when she needs them.” Druig began. “Staying in one spot gets to her at times. She chose the destination not knowing what to expect, it had been centuries since she had last visited. When we arrived, we were met with war among the civilians. She killed ten humans before I was able to get through to her.”

I REALLY REALLY loved the relationship between the reader and Thena. I really wanted that sibling relationship between them, and it just sucks that my brain refuses to make this fic work.

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Untitled Shower Thoughts

Legit, if you looked at the doc name it's what the name of it is. I had an idea mid-shower for this particular scene but for the life of me, I cannot remember what it was for. But it was going to be angsty apparently. I don't even know what character was supposed to be used for this one either.

"What changed?"

There was a time that I felt peace with you by my side. I never went without and you showed me what it was like to be loved. But it wasn't me who changed. " She shook her head slightly. "You left. Maybe not physically but you weren't here with me. Together, I longed for the peace we had, the longing hurt. And the days you were on a mission, I felt peace."

For a moment she believed that as she said the words there would be some kind of ache in her chest. Some guilt at falling out of love for him. Some anger at him for leaving as he always did, even when she asked him to stay. All she felt was as if she was talking to an old friend she hadn't seen in a while. He may not have admitted to himself, but Y/N knew he has left long before she even began to feel lonely.

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ONLY WITH YOU

All I know was this was supposed to be a request that I couldn't bring myself to finish before I did a 'reset.' It was going to be one of those 'Everyone lives in the Avengers Tower' fics and I cant remember what it was that made me not want to finish it. Maybe it was the fact that in my notes for this, that this was supposed to be tooth rotting fluff and the tooth rotting stuff I couldn't get my brain to focus on.

When Y/N first officially met Loki, she had just returned from a mission she had been on for the last few weeks. Just like many had, she had witnessed the events of New York first hand. While she hadn’t fought him face to face like some of the others, she had been happy to see the man in cuffs and being taken back to Asgard. And when the news began to spread that the Asgardian would be returning to New York, she was against it. An agreement had been made and she wasn’t the only one who shared the same views.

By the time she returned, the team had already gone through the motions of being on standby for Loki’s arrival. He and Thor had taken up residency on one of the floors of Avengers Tower for a whole week before Y/N returned. And when she met the God of Mischief….

{Insert details things} (What details cause none of it is happening)

In the end, Y/N left with tears of frustration in her eyes. Minutes after leaving the room she volunteered herself for the next mission even though she had just gotten back. Anything to put some space between them after an interaction like that one.

Months had come and gone with Y/N doing what she could to avoid Loki. While at first it had been out of anger and hatred, now it had been mostly for the sake of giving him whatever space he needed. To allow him to adjust to a life not only on Earth, but working to be a part of the Avengers.

Y/N knew this wasn’t easy for anyone. Not when there was an occasional throwing New York in Loki’s face from time to time. Most of the Avengers were on high alert with Loki around. And when he was put on missions, chaos usually ensued when some of them felt as though they couldn’t turn their backs on him. Even Y/N had been guilty of doing the same when they first started going on missions together.

It wasn’t until their next mission together that something seemed to change between the two.

When Y/N woke up in the med bay, she wasn't surprised to see the familiar faces of Natasha or even Steve talking as they sat beside her bed. What she had been surprised by was Loki standing by the entryway to her little sectioned off room. There was a look of relief on his face as he watched her eyes open and watched as her eyes focused on him. He gave her a slight nod of his head before turning and walking away.

“How long have I been out?” She asked a moment later as she ran her hand along her forehead. There was an echo of an ache that was currently making it’s presence known the longer she was awake.

“Almost two weeks.” Steve said as he leaned forward in his chair.

“We weren’t sure how much longer we could take you not being around.” Natasha said jokingly as she laid out the blanket on top of Y/N. “Some more than others couldn’t leave your side.”

“That someone being you?” Y/N asked as she looked over at Natasha with a small smile pulling at her lips.

Natasha chuckled. “Someone actually has me beat.” She noted before looking towards the entryway.

While Loki wasn’t there anymore, Y/N knew exactly who Natasha had been talking about. If she hadn’t seen Loki there when she first woke up, she wasn’t sure if she’d believe what Natasha was telling her.

Y/N’s eyebrow raised slightly. “Really?”

“He only leaves your side when someone else comes to visit you.” Steve added. “I’ll admit when he carried you in, we weren’t exactly accepting of the idea.”

“We had no idea what was going on after your coms went out

I really wish I had finished this one. But I also think the lack of interaction with my Loki fics just depresses me and I think that's a reason that I've kind of stopped writing things for him. Bummer I know.

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Untitled Elijah Fluff

Apparently I can't finish the fluffy things my brain tries to come up with.

For the first time in quite some time, things had been quiet. Threats didn’t come and go as frequently or there was no need to be constantly looking over their shoulders for something that may or may not be coming after them. And for once The Mikaelson family could easily let their guard down and actually enjoy life.

Klaus, Hope and Hayley had found themselves on a family trip across Europe. All of it as educational as they could make it while letting Hope take in other parts of the world. A chance for her to grow and learn things that only HaYley or Klaus could teach her as the hybrids they were.

As for the rest of the Mikaelsons, they stayed put in New Orleans in hopes of making the city better. A chance to unite the factions and make the city thrive in a way that it never had before. And it was working for the most part. Even they knew that not everything would run smoothly while attempting to make things better.Nothing ever more than they could handle in the process. Not when the leaders of the factions were moving to make the same peace the Mikaelsons wanted.

Y/N and Elijah had been lounging in the study. Each of them with a book in their hands. While Elijah was catching up on his reading, Y/N had been reading a grimoire that had been passed down to her. It had been the first time she had actually sat down and went through it.

There was a time Y/N had believed her family had lost the grimoire years before she had become of age. After facing their last threat, Y/N found it among the ruins of her family home. It took her some time before she actually decided to crack open the book and peek at the pages. But once she had, she didn’t regret it.

The pages had been filled with spells and details that she hadn’t believed were possible. Spells such as these ones should be hoped to keep out of the wrong hands. And as she flipped through the pages, she would seal the page with a spell making it only visible to those with the best intentions of using the spell.

But in the last hour, her eyes had been glued to a spell that occupied one of the pages. The design on the page had been intricate. Words covered the page in a language she wasn’t sure she could even pronounce, let alone read in that moment. But it was the images that were drawn on the page that held her attention.

Vines grew up along the page towards the top of it. A handful of seeds drawn as if it had been the one to drop the seeds into the ground that allowed the vines to grow and thrive. Intertwined in the vines had a few different images of life.

Y/N stared at the spell in front of her. She must have read and reread it several times since she had found it. Her eyebrows furrowed as she translated on the page for the millionth time trying to make sure she had in fact translated the spell correctly.

With each word that came out the same each time, excitement rose within her. For each word that had gotten her mind to click in the correct order, it made her heart race. And when she got to the very last word, a gasp passed her lips at the realization of what she found.

"What is it?" Elijah asked from across the room.

He had been watching her for the last several minutes. He had watched as she had been so focused on the page in front of her that she hadn't even heard him speak to her moments before. With every tilt of her head and every purse of her lips as she worked on it.

Y/N's head shot up at his words. The first time she registered his voice in a while. She could see the curious look on Elijah's face and all she could do was smile at him. She couldn't even make the words form that were wanting to be said. She didn't know how to say them without getting anyone's hopes up.

Not with this. Not with the potential to bring a new life into the world. Where loopholes can be had. Someone in her family was crazy enough to do it. She just needed someone other than the love of her life to be the first one to hear it.

She gave him a smile as she got up from her seat, the book closing with her pointer finger holding its place. She walked over to him, before leaning in and giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"I promise to explain later." She said before standing straight. "I just need to talk to your sister before anything."

"Freya isn't here." He said with a raised brow as he watched her begin to turn and walk out of their study.

"I never said I needed Freya." She said as she looked over her shoulder at him before leaving the room altogether.

Elijah shook his head and chuckled as he heard her feet pick up as she rushed to find Rebekah. As she did, there was a flicker of hope that ignited within him. If this was the spell he believed it to be, things would surely change around there for the better.

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Enchanted

This fic had notes to be a song fic to Taylor Swift. But I have no idea where the hell I was going with this fic. I think reader was supposed to have her memories compelled away and the familiarity of things was supposed to trigger something to remembering her first night meeting Elijah. But once again, I can't get my brain to want to come back to this one.

"You seem rather uninterested to be here." The voice was familiar in a way that Y/N couldn't help but turn around rather quickly, her drink almost spilling over the rim as she turned.

The moment she had turned, there was no recognition of the person who spoke moments before. Even as her eyes wandered over the man before her in the three-piece suit. His brown eyes took in her appearance just as she had, but there was a gleam in his eyes that had screamed at Y/N that he was familiar with her. As if he knew her more intimately than she believed.

She quickly shook the thoughts from her head, before giving him a small smile. "Unfortunately any time I'm dragged to an event such as this one, I tend to grow bored with it halfway through the night. Attend one and you've seen all of them."

That caused a small smirk to pull at the man's lips. The smirk itself had caused something to stir within Y/N, but the source of it all was still buried deep within her. Something that she was questioning more as the minutes passed.

"And what of our hosts?" He asked curiously as he tucked one hand into his pant’s pocket. "I'm sure they'd be worried if a benefactor such as yourself was uninterested in this get-together."

"The Salvatores have the city's best interest at heart." Y/N knew that was a lie. She knew that it was the farthest from the truth. That this party was nothing more than to reach into the deep pockets of the benefactors of the city to ensure their organization was continuously thriving. "My continuous contributions don't mean they are aiming to please their guests once boredom strikes."

The smirk tugged at his lips for another brief moment before it left his lips altogether. The way her heartbeat had quickened had told him she was lying. Even if it was the tiniest of lies, he rather enjoyed that she even disliked the Salvatores' actions in their business.

"What if I could persuade you to turn your contributions to another organization that pull\ their efforts towards what the vampires of the community actually want?" His eyes never left hers as he said the words.

As she took in the words, they held familiarity, as if they had this exact conversation before. A small smirk had pulled at her lips. "And how do you intend to persuade me?"

He chuckled before his attention had been caught by the change of music playing. He tilted his head towards the dance floor before holding his hand out to her. Her eyebrow raised as she observed his hand.

"Give me this dance to provide all the information you need to make a decision. And if you decide to hear more, we can take our conversation elsewhere."

After a moment, she nodded her head before placing her hand in his. "One dance. You better start talking."

A small smirk pulled at the corner of his lips as he began to lead her towards the dancefloor. Once a spot had been occupied, he spun Y/N before bringing her towards him and taking her free hand.

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Untitled Mafia based Series

Let me tell you. I really wanted to dive into another Series with Elijah. But the amount of Series I had going on with that man was bad at the time. So I kind of put it on the back burner and then it never got finished. Maybe one day.

Y/N’s fingers were quickly tapping away on her keyboard. Her eyes watched as each word formed on the screen, making sure there had been no mistakes. The sooner she got this story done, the sooner she could leave the office and go pick up Elijah from the airport. While his flight wasn't due to land for several hours, she was anxious and excited for him to come home.

(Insert the shit ton of space that was in between things)

Y/N leaned against the door frame looking into the study. She watched as Elijah read a book as he sat in his favorite chair. A smile played on her lips just watching him sitting there. They had been through a lot recently and seeing him relaxed for the first time in a while was a nice sight. “Hey.” She said to get his attention.

Elijah looked up from the book, a smile growing on his face as he saw her. “Hey.” He responded back. He closed his book and placed it on the stand by his chair before standing up. “Is everything alright?”

She smiled and entered the room walking towards him. “Everything is fine.” She said with a nod as she stopped right in front of him. “Actually I'd say everything is perfect.” She placed her hand on his cheek. “You are home, we are safe, and we are together.”

Even though Y/N's words made him smile. She was wrong. There was still plenty of dangers that lurked in the shadows. Many of them were on the brink of making their moves and Elijah knew it was only a matter of time before he had to leave Y/N again. In fact it was just a few short days away. A sigh passed his lips as he ran his hand through her hair. “I won't be home for long.” He admitted.

“But your brother can handle this.” Y/N said shaking her head. “You just got back.” Her voice broke at the end.

“I know I did.” Elijah said knowing that his departure would make things worse for Y/N. “But Klaus isn't going to be able to do this on his own.”

Y/N shook her head again as tears began to fill her eyes. “I can't bare the thought of you being shot at again. You were supposed to come home and stay home.”

“I have to do this, Y/N/N” He said placing his hands on her cheeks hoping he could get her to understand. “This is the last time. We take out the Salvatores once and for all and then we will be able to live in peace.”

“What's to stop anyone from picking up where they left off?” Y/N asked worried. “Nothing will change if you do this.”

“Nothing will change if we don't do anything.” Elijah shook his head. “It won't stop. They killed Henrik and attempted to kill me all because Klaus went after one of their properties. What will happen if we leave them be?” Elijah couldn't even think of the possibilities but her had to get Y/N to understand. “If we don't do this now, what is to stop them from coming after the rest of my siblings or even you?” He shook the images from his head as he moved one hand away from her cheek. “I wouldn't be able to live with myself if anything happened to you.”

Y/N looked down at her feet for a moment before looking back at him. She didn't want to tell him like this. She didn't want to say it just because he was leaving but he needed to know. “It wouldn't just be me anymore that you'd have to worry about.”

“What do you mean?” Elijah asked with a raised brow.

“I hoped that I'd be able to tell you with us celebrating you were home and staying home,” she sighed slightly. “but you need to know before you leave again. I'm pregnant.”

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“Y/N is pregnant?” Klaus asked as he looked at Elijah.

Elijah nodded. “She was hoping to tell me with a private celebration that I'd be staying home. Instead we started arguing and in the middle of it, she told me.”

“And you wish to be with her instead of being here.” Klaus noted.

“Of course I would.” Elijah said with a nod. “She kept it to herself for a month while I had been recovering in hopes that after everything I had been through it would help keep me from coming back “

“And yet you wanted to come back and help me handle things.” Klaus sighed. “You do realize if they find out about her pregnancy they could use that against us.”

“You think I don't know that? That is all I have thought about since she had told me. Word of this gets to them and it will be her they take next. This child is the next generation for us.”

“An heir to our Kingdom.” Klaus noted. “The Salvatores won't take kindly knowing that.”

“Precisely why I asked her to go stay with her parents. If she is out of the country until this over she'll be safe.”

Klaus shook his head. “Sending her to England doesn't make this go away.”

“No but keeping her out of their grasps for now is all I need.

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“How is that wife of yours?” Damon asked as he sat across from Elijah. “I heard she was in England. Is there already trouble in paradise?’

“She is visiting family.” Elijah noted. “We are fine. I would have joined her on her visit but there was business to attend to.”

“Right.” Damon said as he smirked a little. “I only ask because my cousin saw her out while she was visiting as well.” The words alone had caused Elijah to stiffen. “She seemed rather upset about something. not to mention my cousin also mentioned she saw Y/N and her mother walk into a maternity store.”

“You know women these days.” Klaus said hoping to give Elijah a moment to collect his thoughts before doing something he'd regret. “They like to imagine what it would be like by walking through stores.”

My notes had a lot of details. Such as how this would begin along with how Elijah had gotten injured. Yet any time I went back an read through to try and get my brain going, nothing helped.

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KLAUS SOULMATE AU

First of all I have no idea how this one hasn't been done, because I absolutely love soulmate AUs. And this is whereit makes me a bit sad that I couldn't finish this one.

"It's her isn't it?" Rebekah said as she came to stand beside Klaus.

Klaus had never taken his eyes off of the woman. His head nodded in confirmation. "It is."

"Then why aren't you down there introducing yourself to her?" She asked. "The last time she had been reincarnated you let her go without so much as a word to her."

Klaus looked over at his sister. "And she lived a long and happy life. The first one she's had in all of the times she'd been reborn. I can't risk it."

"We will keep her safe." Rebekah tried. She knew how much Klaus had wanted to be with his soulmate. But the world was cruel in the ways that Klaus had lost her time and time again.

"Have you forgotten that it always by yours or even our brothers' hands that she dies?" His eyes narrowed at her before returning to looking down at the street.

The woman had stopped at booth with dozens of boquets of flowers. Klaus watched as her eyes looked over the arrangements before a small smile pulled at her lips. Klaus knew exactly what her favorite and a small smile of his own formed as he watched her grab them and pay the vendor.

"This time will be different." She said placing her hand on Klaus's shoulder. "We wont interfere, we wont even speak with her."

"The last time that happened, our brother used her to prove a point." Klaus noted, not taking his eyes off the woman.

"Kol is in a different country, he wouldn't be able to play his games." She wanted to try anything. They were all fortunate to have their soulmates in their life, except for Klaus.

"No." He shook his head. "She'll live a full life this time around just as she had previously."

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Untitled Crossover fic

I always love challenges, trust me, I really do and I was ready to take this one full on. But I couldn't figure out how to make this one work. And that also makes me sad. So have a bit of a fic that would have been interesting but will never happen.

Her heart felt like it was hitting aginst her ribs as it beat quickly. The blade of the knife only centimeters away from her neck. Dean hesitating the moment she stepped in the way. She watched as her brother glared at her.

"What the hell are you doing?" Dean's voice raised as he dropped his arm, ensuring the knife was away from her.

"Stopping you." She said as heart calmed in the slightest. But she didn't dare relax. Not right now, not when she needed to make things better.

"Move, Y/N." His voice held finality. He had expected his sister to move out of the way and let him finish this. The fact that she had stepped in moments before his blade would have come in contact with the vampire's neck made his blood boil.

She was protecting the vampire that stood behind her. And it proved to him every horrible thought that had been going through his mind the last several weeks when he couldn't get ahold of her. How vague she was on the phone when she finally did answer.

Y/N should have known better. She knew she shouldn't have kept this from any of them for so long. She should have been honest from the beginning. Not the quick and vague text she sent to her brothers or the vague answers she gave Elijah about her family. But she had pictured doing things differently and this wasn't it.

"I'm not moving." She said as she stayed in her place. Even as Elijah attempted to pull her a step or two back to give the hunter some space, she refused to move. "Let it go, Dean. There's no one to fight here"

Even as she said the words, her eyes shifted over to Sam who had just entered the room. There was a look of confusion on his face as he took in the situation.

"You should listen to her." Elijah's voice was calm. If anything, Y/N could pick up on the slight annoyance in his words.

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Untitled Bucky fic

Yeah I have no idea where this one was going. I don't even know what the whole plot was for this. My notes have nothing.

"Trouble in Paradise?"

Y/N shook her head quickly and looked over at Sam. "Um, quite possibly. Bucky has been-" She let out a sigh. "He's closed himself off again and I can't seem to get him to open up this time."

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Untitled who knows what.

My brain comes up with ideas but there's some pieces missing apparently because IDK who the reader is gonna be pissed at in this one.

“You don’t get to tell me what to do anymore.” Y/N’s voice raised a little more as she raised her finger towards him. “I made the decision to do this. Maybe next time you’ll actually listen to me.”

Thank you for reading the purge. Remember any comments or thoughts on this would be welcomed. Would you have read these fics? Was I crazy for even thinking of the idea? Or are we glad this is going into the trash?

#WIP Purge #Fics that never got finnished #Unfinnished fics #Here lies the fics dom never finished #abandoned fics #abandoned work in progress #purged fic ideas #if i lose this post in the future we know it wasnt meant to be #untagged post #things that never were

[saebaragi]

kinda heartbreaking to read abandoned fics. there's some really good stuff last updated 5 years ago out there

#random stuff on my account like usual #abandoned fics #fic reader #fanfiction #fanfics #i'm touring in a old shipp tag I'm reading a lot of abandoned stuff #is kinda sad

[entropy-sea-system]

thinking abt. the lps high school au and octonauts coffeeshop & college au in which the octonauts team forms fanfics I started when I was like 16 or 17. But then threw away the notebook I wrote them in

I'd write them a bit differently if I wrote them now.. when I have more free time I will try to write fanfic again or at least something. Already have plans to do embroidery but hmm I kinda want to write again too.. I have a aplatonic alloro Chip and Dale wip too.. but its just a draft in my notes app and reads a bit too dialogue y as of now

#abandoned fics #fanfic #fanfic writer

[musicprincess1990]

The past few days have been a bit rough. I've gone through all my WIPs, and sadly, I have to abandon some of them. Today I retagged and added notes on the abandoned fics, so it's easy to spot which ones they are. I don't do this lightly, believe me, but I've reached several dead ends, and it's time to move on.

Going forward, I'm going to be more careful before posting any multi-chapter fics. If I can't see at least a general idea of where I want it to end, and how to get there, I won't post.

And now...

#fanfiction things #writing fanfiction #abandoned fics #sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do #even though it hurts #so... yeah #if anyone needs me #i'll be in my room #drowning my sorrows in chocolate and chardonnay

[ljelizabeth]

this is my formal apology to the readers of the fanfics i have abandoned - 

i will come back someday. when? only the lord knows. but someday...

#fanfic #abandoned #abandoned fics #im so sorry #oops

[queenangst]

idk if this is a young fan thing or new fandom culture but some of yall think fics are abandoned way too quickly. a few months or a year or two is not unusual to go without a fic update. sometimes fics take longer to write, other times writers have rl events, or maybe there's multiple fics and one gets more priority. there are tons of reasons for fics not to be updated every week or every month. it also isn't uncommon for people to come back and update fics after a number of years—ive read updates that took five, or ten years. people's lives change, but they still want to tell their stories. personally, i never consider a fic abandoned unless the author has said so; though if it's been a few years i manage my expectations. but a last update being a year ago is... generally not a sign that a writer has abandoned their fic

#*esp if they're still actively writing #this is all in my experience but. Yeah #also asking if a fic is abandoned after a little while is... kinda rude #and to ME personally asking in general is kind of rude #bc my logic is if i decide to abandon my fic ill tell u. so u don't have to assume

[secretagentspydetectiveninja]

posting this with absolutely no context

#am i a cryptid now? i log on like once in a blue moon to post cringe and then leave again #ace attorney #apollo justice #tikki #random stuff #my stuff #ooookay okay okay okay. anyone reading the tags can have a LITTLE context‚ as a treat #so. sitting on my ao3 currently is an unfinished fic with exactly this premise #i want to finish it so bad. it haunts me every day. people leave such nice comments and everything #but i just have no motivation. trust me i've tried #i thought that perhaps drawing it might finally kick my brain back into gear #i'm so sorry readers i'm sorry i WILL finish it i promise it's not abandoned #it was so much fuuuuun #tikki are you seeing this. cringefail author who keeps playing video games instead of writing lmao #anyway goodbye friends i am gone again. logging off once more

[thedefinitionofendgame]

I’ve been in survival university finals mode and I’m excited to crawl out of my holes soon and rejoin society!

sorry I’ve been MIA…this is why! once I’ve had a week or so of detox, I’ll work on some stories and edits that I’ve been neglecting since October. It’s been a non-stop grind since school started in September; more so the last 1.5 months. Anyhoo, I’ve got 1 last paper to submit and then it’s VACATION until frickin’ January rolls around again :(

#MIA #survival mode #university finals #ARE KILLING ME #grind mode activated #1 more thing guys #new posts #new edits #abandoned fics #kaykay personal #the definition of endgame

[wayward-lives]

Prompt: Modern veteran AU.

New York is loud.

The hustle and bustle of the pedestrians, taxis and cars and motorcycles honking at each other, tires screeching at every green light, the shouting from balconies and street corners. It's suffocating.

Logically, he knows nothing has changed. It's the same city now as it was two years ago, when he left - but it feels different. The city he once called home feels foreign, hostile, and snarls at him from every shadow.

The city hasn't changed. It's him.

His hand shakes as he turns the key in a lock he hasn't turned before, and as soon as it opens he's rushing in and slamming the door behind him, shutting out the city and leaving him in peaceful, gorgeous silence. He takes a deep breath, trying to centre himself once again, and repeats the phrase that the counsellor in the hospital had told him.

My name is James Buchanan Barnes. I'm in my apartment in New York. I am safe.

James hadn't picked the apartment - not really. He had been passed out in a hospital bed, morphine flooding his veins and his left shoulder a mess of bandages and tubes and metal rods when it had been bought, and the minute he left the hospital he'd been dumped here and made to promise to attend his bi-weekly therapy sessions down at the VA with Doctor Banner. Steve had been sitting at his bed for as long as he could before they sent him back out into the desert, and the press of his lips to James's cracked skin still haunts him.

Steve had never kissed him before like that; like he thought James would be torn from him forever.

The apartment is nice, all things considered. Steve had decorated it before he'd been flown back, and pictures of James's family, of various dates he and Steve have gone on throughout the years, are scattered across the place. There are enough blankets to stock a linens store, and James is still finding little sticky notes scattered across the place with little messages on them, left by Steve all those weeks ago.

I don't like having sand up my asscrack.

This might be creepy as hell, but you're gorgeous when you're asleep.

Your ring size is an 8, right?

I'm going to miss you when I'm back in the desert.

You are my heart.

Please wait for me.

I love you.

James collects every single one he finds and places it in a little box that he keeps next to the too-large bed, and sometimes when he wakes, screaming so loud his throat tears, he reads them, one after another, until his hand stops shaking and the tears have stopped trickling down his face.

James sleeps for most of his first day out of the hospital, but at nine that night he drags himself out of bed and towards his computer, loading up Skype as quickly as he can with just one working hand. His left arm still won't move by itself, the skin mottled and twisted by burn scars that have only just healed. He's lucky it's still there at all.

Skype connects almost immediately, and Steve's face stares out at him, his hair fluffy and ruffled and his eyes soft with sleep and love.

"Hey, gorgeous," Steve murmurs, and James can feel the weight that's ever-present in his chest dissipate, just a bit.

"Not gorgeous anymore," he mumbles back, and Steve's eyes flash with indignation.

"Most gorgeous guy I know," Steve retorts, a small smile making its way onto his face. "My beautiful baby. My sweetheart."

"My Stevie," James responds softly, and Steve's smile chases away the darkness hiding in his veins.

#marvel #bucky barnes #steve rogers #stucky #fanfic #my writing #abandoned fics

[morteamore]

Cutting Room Floor 11/20/22

I wasn’t going to include fanfic segments in this weekly lost writing showcase whatever the hell it is, but fanfic is such a big part of my writing that it will inevitably trickle in on occasion.

This one was an omegaverse fic that crossed Fallout with Borderlands subtitled The Omega Trials. It was a sequel to an older kinktober fic called Serpent in the Pack from 2019. I originally wrote it to further develop and round out ideas that I felt I did’t explore enough in the first story.

The plot, however, became very convoluted. It involved an orginization, The Institute in the Fallout universe, having been developing an omega repopulation project in the post-war former US territories. The project, which entailed genetic manipulation of alpha embryos so that they’d be born omegas, failed and ended up producing super alphas instead, which ended up overtaking the alpha population of the former US with annexed Canada enduring different circumstances. This all came back around to tie in with the main character cast and their histories etc. 

Of course a topic like that can get extremely heavy regarding the subtopics of genetic experimentation, ethics and eugenics. And there was a point where I was doing so much research into it that I felt that a fanfic wasn’t the right forum to explore such an idea. It was just too much investment and too much effort, and maybe too much hard sci-fi even. It didn’t really feel right fitting into the type of social commentary both franchises usually explore. I decided to shelve it after only one chapter, but a lot of little bits of it remained unpublished.

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It was coming around dusk by the time Rhys stepped out of the makeshift nursery and stretched his tired muscles. It had taken several hours for him to assist Fl4k in delivering the skag pups. The dame, who was an older specimen of her species, had struggled a little with the births. There had been complications, moments where the tension in the room had grown cumbersome. In the end, it hadn’t been anything that Flak wasn’t capable of handling. Rhys handed the AI tools and apparatuses while they worked, refusing to watch the procedure. At the door, Mr. Chew had scratched, and whined, and made pitiful noises. A few times Rhys almost buckled and let him inside, but Fl4k read his body language well. They shook their head and returned to their tasks. Only when the sixth and final pup had been delivered and situated with its mother did Fl4k make any indication that it was okay to allow Mr. Chew entry.

The alpha skag’s enormous body barely fit through the entryway. He wiggled until he slipped past the frame and bound over to his mate. The jagged edges of his muzzle nudged up against her frantically, then at the hides of the pups he had sired before he raced back over to prance around Fl4k and Rhys. They both patted and showered him with attention until he calmed down. 

Now, Rhys was walking along the cracked and broken path that would lead him to the ramparts lining the outskirts of Sanctuary Hills. There, he’d be able to keep his mate company for the few more hours that remained of Troy’s guard shift. Then they’d retire to their room and maybe even be lucky enough to enjoy some privacy. Such was a luxury these days. Ever since the denizens of Sanctuary had allowed them to take up refuge to regroup and plan, they’d struggled to find time spent only with each other. There were always other settlers up and roaming about their house, or Tyreen and Fiona wanted to discuss their situation or were too close for comfort, or they were just plain tired from the long days spent aiding and contributing to the community. It wouldn’t have been a problem if not for their unique biological needs. Neither of them had realized how important intimacy was to maintaining their mental and physical health in a bond until it had been forced into scarcity by their situation. Rhys felt he should’ve known, given his upbringing. But he simply hadn’t. It had taken an intervention from Fiona for him to realize what was happening.

“When was the last time you were with your alpha?” she had asked him one night at supper. “From an intimate standpoint.” 

It had been an extensive day of harvest, and they’d taken their meal late. Only Rhys hadn’t been hungry despite the intense labor and had just been pushing the contents of his TV dinner around the tray. He looked up at her, gaze inquiring, but didn’t speak. 

“As in having actual sex with him, Rhys,” she had emphasized.

He’d shook his head and shrugged, unable to recall.

 “You’re a bonded pair. I can tell you’re in a down just by the way you’re acting. And I didn’t see you at breakfast. You should be starving. Where’s Troy been?”

“He’s on night patrol. But I don’t feel like seeing him. He’s been acting like a total knothead to me lately.”

Fiona had rolled his eyes at him and sighed, the situation obviously not unfamiliar to her. “You need to go find Nora and tell her you both need a few days off from settlement duties. Then go camp out on the outskirts together if you have to. If you’re too embarrassed, then I’ll tell her.”

“No, she understands about alphas and omegas. And we’ve known each other for a long time. I’ll do it.”

“After we eat. You’re the defacto vault leader here, Rhys, despite what the twins might think of themselves. You need to step up if we’re going to get our home back.”  

Even now, it was so strange to Rhys how he and Troy had gone from being a bonded pair out of necessity and convenience into being way more than that. Especially since Troy had barely begun to know him before initiating said bond. Nor had he seemed to want such a relationship with Rhys in the beginning. So, it had baffled Rhys. He remembered the day things had truly begun to change for them, though. Funny enough, Troy’s execution of Hugo Vasquez hadn’t been the catalyst. It had happened some time later, on a day Rhys had spent the afternoon reprogramming the irrigation system in the agricultural wing of the vault. Normally, only other vault members trained in agriculture assisted or visited him there, and those were typically other omegas. He was usually left to his own devices to do repairs and maintenance. Having figured Troy had gone on an expedition to the surface that he’d been planning with some of the followers, Rhys had been surprised when the agricultural hatch had opened and the alpha stepped into the room. 

Venturing out into the Commonwealth usually meant donning appropriate clothing, armor and other miscellaneous gear. The only article of Troy’s outfit that could be considered tactical, however, were the army green pants he wore. His upper torso was garbed in an old faded blue service person’s shirt, the name LaVerne stitched into the left breast in strained yellow embroidery. Troy had ripped the sleeves off of the garment, the fabric hanging loose and open over his tattooed chest. There didn’t seem to be any urgency to his gait when he crossed to where Rhys was working on potting seeds. At first the omega had figured the alpha had foregone his plans and had decided he was more interested in getting into Rhys’ pants. It wasn’t unusual for Troy to change his mind on a whim like that. However, the alpha had stood there quietly watching him work for some time, and he didn’t initiate any of the usual intimate gestures or downright sleazy talk that indicated the typical spikes in his libido. It was even off-putting that he was so quiet, to some extent.

In fact, it made Rhys uncomfortable enough that eventually he couldn’t stand it anymore. He spoke first. “What’s up? Is there something you wanted? I’m kind of busy right now.”

“No, uh, everything’s fine,” Troy told him. “Except for Gaff. Dumbass fucked up his knee sparring. No Commonwealth runs until he’s healed up. There’s been an upspike in Alpha pack activity in the area lately. Knowing our luck, we’d run into the little bitches. They’re not much of a threat, but we don’t need to be fighting ‘em with one of our best brawlers out of commission.” Normally, Troy would have likely sounded flippant about something of that caliber. That day he had sounded practical. “What are you doing there?”

“Fixing a major flaw in Vasquez’s system,” Rhys explained, brushing the dirt on his industrial gloves off on his jumpsuit. “He had nutrient production programmed to the bare essentials. So while he was feeding his omegas well enough, he was somehow starving them at the same time. No real vegetables or proteins in their diets. Just some nutrient-dense preserved products. Rations, gruel and the like. Meanwhile, I bet he and the other alphas were eating like royalty.”

“Sounds like a real asshole. Even me and Ty fed our followers better than that before the vault.”

“More than an asshole. He was a predator that targeted young omegas and a murderer of his own kind. Knothead scum, basically.” Rhys straightened up and gestured to a large machine on one side of the room. “Now that I’ve got the synthesizer making seeds and reprogrammed the entire agricultural system, we should be be able to provide everyone here with balanced meals again. And we won’t have to worry about scarcity or over-production. I can just toggle things as needed. The vault system will take care of the rest.”

There was a bench built on wheels locked in pace a few feet away from where Rhys stood. Troy pushed a few tools resting on it aside and parked himself down on it. It creaked in protest but held his weight. His tall form leaned over the nearest planter as he peered into the soil there, but he made no comment.

“Anything else on your mind?” Rhys prompted after a while, covering up the row of seeds he’d already planted. He gestured to the remaining rows of soil left to be seeded. “Like I said, I’m kind of busy getting this all started up.”

“Could you use any help with things?”

Rhys considered it and shrugged. “Sure. It would go a lot faster if you can spare to send anybody who might be trained.”

Troy straightened up and came around the other side of the planter, standing opposite Rhys. He gripped the edge of its frame, leaning over the soil there. A soft hum escaped him before he looked up again. “Nah, I meant–I’m right here, and this looks boring by yourself. Nothing doing right now. You could probably use the company. And, hey, we get to hang out with each other in peace and quiet for once. Win win.”

“You want to work with me in agriculture? It’s complicated stuff. And seed handling is delicate work.” The expression that passed over Troy’s face drew Rhys up short. He clamped his mouth shut, a cough shuddering through his chest. For some time, he seemed at a loss for words. Something stirred on his lips that seemed to set the quiet air around them at ease; the first traces of a grin. “Everything you need is on the bench over there. I’d use the forceps to handle the seeds. Start where you’re standing. You’ll want to press into the soil about an inch for what we’re growing, spaced about three inches from–”

“I know how to plant and grow shit, Rhys,” Troy interrupted as he turned to gather supplies. Though his words had an edge of roughness, they lacked any real malice. “You should have some faith that your alpha’s not a totally vapid asinine dumbass when it comes to most things.”

Rhys couldn’t help but let loose a curt laugh. When he glanced over at Troy, there was fondness in the look. “Vapid asinine dumbass? Big words. But no, agreed. Doesn’t describe you. Knothead, on the other hand–still debatable.”

#fanfic #writing #writing process #abandoned fics #omegaverse #fallout #borderlands #troy calypso #rhys #ethics #genetic experiments #eugenics #crossover #unconventional abo dynamics #abo #discussion of predation

[saebaragi]

"not sure how this will turn out" it's been 2 years. guess is safe to say that it won't 'turn out' at all

#random stuff on my account like usual #i just keep reading this abandoned stuff why do i do this to myself #abandoned fics #fic reader #fanfiction #fanfic #some times i will read something that I'll be glad it doesn't have a ending #but other times i will even dream about a update #I'm torturing myself

[autumnalmess]

Hey man sorry I've not posted in a while, it's a funny story actually. I actually got arrested for stealing bread for my sister and her seven starving children. yeah, it was pretty bad. I tried to escape 3 times so yeah I got 19 years, yeah and then I broke my parole and now there's this slutty little man after me, yeah I think he has a crush on me or smt idk

#jean valjean #javert #bro im so sorry i fully ABANDONED that fanfiction #ive become the very thing i sought to destroy #I'll probably go back to it at some point.... #les miserables #victor hugo #les mis #les misposting #valvert #in all seriousness I'm really sorry if you were committed to the fic i know a lot of people were but im going through the incredibly #horrible palaver of completely losing interest in a hyperfixation #who knows maybe one day ill go mental and write all of the rest of it