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[ghost-of-you]

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Youngblood Era Calum for @lxnelyhearrt

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[sailxrmxrs]

the power the enemies to lovers trope has over me is unmatched. and the thought of that combined with xyx?? IMMACULATE THOUGHTS. but it's not just any xyx. this is PIRATE XYX. one of his many forms. expect forced proximity and reluctant allies being forced to work together on a quest. and of course they don't secretly love each other what that's crazy (they do). this fic's an idea i've had for a little while now but i'm finally getting around to it for the bloomic server 2k celebration fic contest!!

Sunlight poured over the ocean, its midday rays sparkling atop the astral blue shade that painted the horizon for hundreds of miles. The horizon itself was a woven seam of silver as it intertwined with both sparkling sea and sky, hemming into an idyllic piece of natural artistry for its witnesses to gaze in awestruck admiration. The ebbing flow of the tide was a steadily beating drum as its waves lapped against the cedar and oak that made up the bulk of the ship. Its unbroken pulse was a constant reminder of the dormant strength that lingered deep in the blue waters beneath. The gentle rocking that accompanied such a patterned rhythm was one that you’d grown accustomed to during your time aboard the Tainted Rose. The fleet, commandeered by its captain, Xyx, was one you had previously held no desire to climb aboard let along accompany on such a quest. The King had commissioned the ever-elusive Captain Xyx to embark on a covert mission to travel the seas in order to ascertain a rising threat from another kingdom located in the south. Xyx’s infamous reputation had earned him a permanent subject of suspicion within the King’s Order of Knights. Somehow he always managed to toe the line between criminal and conformist to the laws and rules set in place. His dalliances with the palace and its officials were certainly not to be celebrated, though he remained a figure for the few who believed in his ideologies of freedom and exploration of the unknown world; why spend years wasting away in the cramped city walls when one could dwell upon a ship sailing the seas far beyond the confines of kingdom rule?

His way of life was one you did not entirely approve of, given the difficulties he often caused for someone of your position among the Order of Knights, though some small part of you at least admired his steadfast desires to live a life he chose rather than one appointed to him. Even still, when the King had announced the news that he had chosen to work with Captain Xyx and had appointed you the sole escort from the palace to join his crew’s fleet, you were less than pleased. Granted, the opportunity might pose the chance of a promotion, but that also meant enduring weeks in close proximity with Xyx himself. He was known for his unrelenting arrogance and self-pride, two traits not altogether abysmal, though under prolonged contact could be incredibly grating. Xyx was mischief and disobedience incarnate while you were bred to follow instruction and law as though it were sacred—the two opposing attributes were destined for conflict. At least, there was a certain degree of enmity on your part. Xyx was more than happy to taint your existence with his presence. The first day upon the Tainted Rose’s deck had left you in a rage, scowling as you stood at the ship’s bow while Xyx’s taunting existence haunted your every waking thought. He had this indescribable talent to get on ever last nerve in your body and, to rub salt into the wound, would throw an arm over your shoulder throwing around comments about how stiff you were, how you should loosen up and relax a little. But as you tried to reach for me, Xyx would dip away with a dexterity you’d never before witnessed.

Even now, almost two weeks of sailing later, Xyx still took every spare moment he wasn’t commandeering the ship to check in with you, despite the number of times you’d told him to leave you be. It was all light-hearted in nature, of course, but unwanted nonetheless. Though today you’d seemed to remain mostly unbothered by Xyx and his antics, the fleet too busy navigating a particularly dangerous portion of waters. Now that mid-afternoon had settled and the ship was sailing calmer water, there was an opportunity to take a few moments to breathe. Xyx was tying off one of the sails, adjusting its position for the ship’s reduced motion and the calmer winds that came with it. You watched on, entirely bewildered yet mesmerised by the vast knowledge he held. It was easy to underestimate him, you’d soon realised. Easy to cast him away as merely an arrogant captain of a no-good fleet. Perhaps your initial perception of him was not quite so accurate.

“You know, Xyx, I truly don’t understand how you can just…do all these fancy knots,” you muse, leaning against the base of the mast Xyx was working on.

Xyx looks up, focus diverted as he wipes a bare forearm over his brow. A knowing lilt of a grin stretches on his face, purely feline in nature. “Don’t worry, doll,” he drawls. “There’s plenty other, more interesting things, my hands can do. I’d be more than happy to show you.”

Scoffing, you unfolded your arms from across your chest and launched to try and push at Xyx who managed to evade your touch, cackling as he did.

“Oh, doll you’re so easy to tease, aren’t you?”

“You’re disgusting,” you bark out before striding away to the soundtrack of Xyx’s amused laughter. Stood at the ship’s starboard was June, a long-time member of the fleet and sailing master, chief navigator, of the Tainted Rose. She had become the closest entity to a friend during your time aboard the ship, her easy-going nature proving a welcome comfort in wake of Xyx’s teasing torment.

“Captain bothering you again?” She asked, elbows resting on the edge of the boat with her back to the crystal-clear stretch of ocean.

“What’s new?” You ask, mirroring her position with your head tipped back. Sunlight painted your face in tantalising warmth, an instant remedy to the rising annoyance that dwelled post-interaction with Xyx.

“He only does it because you react so much. He’s not all that bad, you know.”

Letting out a sigh, you lifted your head to watch Xyx pace to the ship’s stern to attend the request of a crewmate. Deep down you knew June was right—he was a worthy captain who cared for each and every member that followed him. But for all of his worthiness, he also brought with him leagues of that proud swagger; it certainly served him well in conflict but equally lured him into compromising situations.

“I might have to agree with you there, as much as it pains me to say,” you offer, eyes still lingering on Xyx as he walked about the deck and saw to the various tasks at hand.

June smiled, a hint of suspicion buried in the action, though it was entirely lost to your distracted eyes. “Captain Xyx is the best at what he does. Loyal. Brave. Wouldn’t be anywhere without him.” Her words clung to the air about your ears, echoing and reverberating in your skull. Something about Xyx’s dedication to his crew and the familial love they shared was admirable. And to think, it all began with him. The sound of June clearing her throat brought your attention back to the conversation at hand, cheeks warming at the realisation you’d been caught off guard with distracted thoughts. Fumbling an apology of tiredness, you excused yourself from the conversation to retire to your cabin for a few hours of rest. Dizzying thoughts tumbled about your mind, setting your skin ablaze with each step across the deck. Even alone in your cabin, hours later, a cacophony of confusing conflictions plagued your thoughts. Throughout the entirety of this quest, you’d remained so certain that Captain Xyx was as his reputation stated and yet, here you were, questioning the legitimacy of those claims—while also questioning matters of the heart along with them. It was a far cry from the usual tribulations of life as a palace knight, and one you were not entirely well-equipped to manage.

A knock sounded from the door, disrupting your train of thought. Upon your welcome call, the source of your mild turmoil entered carrying a small plate of assorted foods. Nothing much, but something akin to a peace offering, you supposed.

“About all I could get you from the cook’s banquet. A hungry lot on this ship, I tell you. But not to worry, managed to convince cook not to serve up that anglerfish,” Xyx spoke as he entered, leaving the plate at the small, round table in your room. His demeanour seemed different to earlier, though not entirely out of character. You thanked him for the offering, a little caught off guard in the rare moment of peace.

“Oh, and before I leave, you know there’s a full moon out tonight, right? Should come take a look.” Xyx hovered in the doorway, looking back at you with an expression you couldn’t place.

“I’ve seen the moon before, Xyx. They don’t have me locked away in the palace all the time, you know.”

Xyx shook a finger, smirking as he did so. “Ah, but you haven’t seen the full moon at sea, have you, doll? Trust me, it’s different.” And with his cryptic words, Xyx left you alone in your cabin once more. Instinct told you to ignore him and remain in your room for the night, but curiosity grasped on tight, enticing you out the door and following in Xyx’s footsteps. Upon reaching the deck, you realised only Xyx stood under the cover of the night sky. Taking a place beside him, your gaze drew upwards. Thousands of stars decorated the blanket of night, a dazzling display of the darkness’ beauty. Amid the starlight was the ever-pearlescent glow of the moon, gazing back at her onlookers. No words were shared between you and Xyx—they weren’t needed. But, under that pale light, his fingers gently grazed yours, curious and explorative. He tested those waters and waited for the reciprocal brush of your fingers against his.

"Forgive me if this is too forward,” he began. “But I appreciate you being here. Truly. I realise this wasn’t your choice, but your presence is one I treasure with each day that passes. More than you may realise.” Xyx reaches a hand, ever so softly taking hold of your cheek, eyes exploring yours for a sign you wanted this too. Then, stood beneath the incandescent light of the full moon, Xyx kisses you before he can stop himself; before he can second guess whether he is deserving of your lips, your touch; before either of you can question what such an act might bring. He kisses you and does all within his power to commit the shape of you to memory. He forgets all that came before it and all that is to come to fruition once his lips part from yours. And as his fingertips card through your hair, the only thing his mind allows him to envision is how deeply he needs this exact moment tattooed into his brain—have it burned into his eyelids so that with each moment they close, all that lies before him is your blissful radiance.

Weeks of pent-up frustration and yearning spill forth, flooding the empty deck of the ship. No reprieve is offered to either party, your only options to swim to the safety of self-inflicted sequestration, or drown in all that threatened to consume you. There was simply no choice to be made, both ensnared by the other’s siren song and entirely content to fall victim to its lethal charm.

Xyx’s lips parted from yours for a brief moment so that he could whisper, “Gods above and below, you are radiant. You keep me grounded, sweetheart. You keep me sane.” And his laps crash onto yours once more, longing strangling him—unrelenting and unwavering dedication crawling beneath his skin with each fire-tipped touch that blesses your frame in his arms. Concerns of what the future may bring are irrelevant, entirely forgotten amidst the enchanting haze of amorous adoration on display; only the moon bearing witness to such a tantalising scene of unadulterated sentiment.

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[runnning-outof-time]

Pls can you do “Why is it always you?” for some cozy fall tommy fluff?

Thanks for sending this in, anon!! 🥰❤️

Thank you for helping me celebrate hitting 2K followers! Want to read more blurbs from this celebration? Check out this post!

A Pointless Argument

Tommy Shelby

Warnings: mentions of smoking and drinking

After an upsetting discovery, (Y/N) storms out onto the grounds of Arrow House to have a word with her husband.

“Why is it always you?” (Y/N) asked as she approached the table and chairs that Tommy was sitting at.

“Why is what always me?” Tommy asked her, barely opening his eyes to look at her as she stopped in front of him. He didn’t even bother to sit up from his lounged state; his hands still clasped over his stomach and his head resting against the back of the metal chair.

“You always take the last scone in the morning, Tommy…always,” she told him, her distaste for the situation clear in the words she spoke.

“Who’s to say I took it, hmm?” he defended himself, still not sounding like he cared a great deal about the problem at hand as he shut his eyes again, “it could’ve been Charlie…could’ve been Anna,” he then tried to throw the blame onto their children.

“It was you, Tommy, and I have proof that it was,” (Y/N) stayed steadfast on her point, taking her argument a step further as she was ready to back it up with evidence.

“Yeah?” Tommy opened his eyes again so that he could look at her; to see if she was bluffing. She looked pretty serious at the moment, and he was wondering if he’d be able to get her to cave this time.

“Yes,” she nodded definitively.

“What’s your proof?” he asked her, his eyebrows raised.

“Frances told me that you asked her to bring it to you in your office this morning. You ate it with your morning tea while you were reading the newspaper,” she outlined her evidence, making sure to add as much detail as she could.

Tommy let out a sigh as he stared off at the treeline of changing colors. “I should probably hire new help now, eh?” he asked her then, his sudden question catching (Y/N) off guard.

“What? No…you can’t fire Frances,” she told him, an incredulous look now present on her face.

“She’s sold me out too easily,” he gave his reason.

“She only told me what I already knew,” (Y/N) defended the woman who worked for them. “Besides…” she trailed off then as she moved even closer to the seat that Tommy was sitting on. She nudged his thigh with her knee, making him sit up properly in the chair so that she could sit on his lap. “I’m rather happy that she actually got you to eat something…it’s been at least a week since you’ve had proper food,” she said as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders so that she could steady herself on her new seat.

“I’ve eaten this past week,” he tried to defend himself.

“A few mint leaves does not count as proper food, Tommy,” she disagreed with him, a ‘you’re being serious right now?’ look on her face.

“There isn’t a problem with eating mint, love…” He stayed steadfast on his viewpoint, “makes my breath smell good.”

(Y/N) couldn’t help but giggle at his statement. “You can eat anything you want, Tommy…your breath’s still gonna smell like cigarettes and whiskey,” she told him in a matter-of-fact tone.

Tommy rolled his eyes at her comment before he hooked his hands around her waist. She rested herself against his chest and got comfortable as they enjoyed what would probably be one of the last warmer autumn mornings.

“I will say that I like it though,” (Y/N) said softly after a few moments had passed.

“Hmm?” Tommy hummed, opening his eyes only slightly to look over at her.

“The way you smell,” she clarified, “with all these years we’ve been together…it reminds me of home now.”

The corner of Tommy’s lips curved upwards before he pressed a kiss to her temple. “You smell like home too, love,” he mumbled into her hair before inhaling the sweet, calming smell of her shampoo.

(Y/N) smiled as she curled her fingers around the collar of the shirt he was wearing. Some more time passed by silently before she spoke up again, “I’m still not happy that you ate the last scone,” she mumbled while picking at the threads of his waistcoat.

“I thought we were finished with the pointless arguments,” Tommy sighed, knowing all too well that he would not be hearing the end of this for the rest of the day.

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[look-at-the-soul]

The choice

Tommy Shelby x reader

An evening at Arrow House (2K followers celebration) my dear Lee @zablife I love the theme you choose for this celebration and congratulations once more for reaching 2K followers! That’s a bunch and you deserve each one of them and even more! THANK YOU for sharing your incredible talent and kindness in this fandom, I’m so grateful to have met you on here ✨

Request: From anon, darling I don’t know a lot about the super hero world, but this idea kind of sounds similar (?) I hope so! Please let me know what you think and feel free to send another request if you don’t feel pleased with this

Summary: Tommy is losing Ruby from consumption, so he rushes to ask for help to a woman he had heard owns some kind of special power. But changing the course of things around has consequences.

⚠️ Mentions of people passing away, spirits, Gypsy curses, witchcraft.

Word count: 2,118

This had to be a mistake.

God, no please no… anyone but his little Ruby.

His hands were shaking, his stomach in a tight knot.

“I want another opinion.” His statement was adamant.

“Mr. Shelby I wish I could give you a different diagnose, unfortunately-”

“Nevertheless I want another opinion.” Tommy stated firmly and left the Doctor’s office without another word.

He’d pay anything to make Ruby feel better.

Torn between the common sense and this need to get answers, he suddenly remembered of a woman Polly was always going to, she had told him a couple of times she owned a special power but he was skeptical about it.

Stopping his car at the modest neighborhood, Tommy’s hand wrapped around the steering wheel tightly. Knuckles white from the force, he was fighting the tears back.

“Go inside Tommy.” Polly’s voice took him by surprise, moving his head up, he found his aunt sitting in the backseat.

“Pol.”

“You’re running out of time, Thomas.”

In a blink she was gone and Tommy felt his chest heavy.

Clearing his throat, Tommy knocked on the door and took a step back, but no one opened so he waited a few more seconds until he noticed the small curtain moving abruptly.

“I don’t owe the Peaky Blinders anything.” A female voice shouted from the other side of the door.

“I need to talk to Y/N Y/L/N.”

“You’ll led me to trouble, Mr. Shelby.”

Tommy started banging on the door desperately, forcing her to open up before the entire block could notice.

“My aunt, Polly Gray talked to me about you.”

“I only helped her sew a few buttons.” She covered her face under the hood of her cape.

“No… you helped her to see Anna one more time, you helped her to say goodbye to her daughter.” He pointed out firmly, breathing heavy, heartbeat drumming against his ribcage.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She was shaking her head profusely, and in a hurried attempt, she tried to close the door, but Tommy’s hand made it impossible then he squeezed his shoulder in the small gap between the door and the doorframe. “Mr. Shelby!”

“I need your help… please.” He struggled with his voice, shoulders tense. “My daughter is sick.”

He never asked for help, never begged for anything.

But a lot of things were different lately.

“My daughter, Ruby s-she is sick, the doctor said it’s consumption.” He looked away as his eyes filed with tears. “And I think she’s cursed.”

“I’m really sorry to hear this, Mr. Shelby… unfortunately there’s nothing I can do, I’m just a seamstress.”

Tommy tried to look at her, but she was hiding her features behind the shadows. The small hopes he had been holding were shattered in mere seconds. He was lost for words, felt helpless, powerless.

“My aunt said you have some kind of power, guess she was wrong… anyways sorry for bothering you.”

She reached out her hand for him as he turned around, noticing the worry in his voice, his request seemed genuine and it was so so hard to watch him leave defeated.

Even though she had the best intentions to help people in need, sometimes she got in troubles for that same reason. Just like everything, there was good and bad in witchcraft, it wasn’t something to take slightly or as a joke, you don’t want to mess up with a spirit. Having the power to change the course of life was something she had taken seriously and used her gift with caution. But she needed to be careful. Loads of witches had been hanged or burned alive for this exact same reason.

To keep her mind busy, she started working on the jacket resting by the chair, it was from her neighbor, the poor man lost his wife weeks ago and when she heard the news and rushed to the house next door, Beth demanded to let her rest in peace, she had already dealt with enough problems all her life to make her come back from the death. But before Beth left, she pointed at the jacket and showed her a hole in the pocket, so here she was hunted down by her restless soul for almost a week for not sewing it yet.

“There you go Beth, you can now rest in peace.” She exhaled loudly and left the jacket by the door, to give it to Harry in the morning.

Turning around, she gasped as another restless soul took her by surprise. “Fuck.” She covered her heart with the palm of her hand as the soul approached her.

“I need to ask you for another favor, Y/N.”

“Polly you shouldn’t be here.”

She was used by now to seeing the souls of people who passed away already, they were everywhere, looking for the chance to communicate with those who they used to love, she was just an instrument, a bridge for them and those who were still alive.

“I know darling, but you really need to help my nephew… little Ruby she’s been feeling poorly.”

“Polly I can’t change the course of life and death, you know that.”

“Are you sure? She’s just a girl, a great kid… she has big dreams, a bright future in Hollywood.”

“If I promise to check, will you let me sleep?”

“Thank you.” Polly smiled and disappeared in a blink.

But of course, Y/N wasn’t able to rest for a minute, all night tossing and turning in bed, hunted by the sadness she found in Mr. Shelby’s eyes as he asked for her help. So it was still early when she left her home and headed to the hospital, rushing past the empty corridors, packed with all the souls stuck there, trying to reach for her to make contact with their loved ones, asking for mercy, some of them didn’t even understand they didn’t belong to this world anymore.

But soon she found the room she had been looking for, a beautiful girl with dark long hair resting with an oxygen mask over her nose and mouth, battling with some cough. Sensing someone approaching, she rushed to hide around the corner of the hall, catching the fabric of a black coat, she observed the man who visited her last night, getting rid of the gloves and taking a deep breath he closed his fits tightly as if he was trying to collect all the strength from the world before entering his daughter’s hospital room.

Tiptoeing, Y/N got closer to the door and her heart broke into a million pieces as she heard his words.

“My little girl, I’d give anything I own to see you well and healthy, you know that?” He was holding of her small hands, not wearing anything for protection. “Anything, this life… it doesn’t makes sense without you. I’m so sorry for getting you involved in this bloody curse, my little love hang in there for me, will ya? I’m going to look for Esme, she’ll now what to do.”

And as she saw that imposing and relentless man break down and cry by the feet of his daughter’s hospital bed she knew right there she had to do something.

Or at least try to.

Y/N hid in the corner again as Mr. Shelby stormed out of the room.

It took her a good part of the day to get to the girl, since a couple of nurses walked into the room after Mr. Shelby left, then a slim, tall woman entered wearing a mask, her eyes were teary and she was holding a handkerchief. She brushed the girl’s hair and held her when she started coughing badly. It was until the Doctor called her to her office that she left, giving her the opportunity to step in.

Eventually, as she reached the bed, Ruby opened her eyes.

“Are you here to take me to heaven?”

“No, Ruby I’m here to cure you.” She smiled as the girl nodded.

*****

“Where the fuck have you been?!” Lizzie exploded, tears rolling down her cheeks.

Tommy stopped, rain pouring down heavily. His heart stopped beating, blood ran down to his body, he felt dizzy and angry.

The nightmare finally became a reality, he had been dreaming of this for so many nights, Ruby was gone. His daughter was gone.

Lizzie hit him in the chest. “Ruby, Ruby she’s so sick and you left us alone!” She charged against him again.

At least she was still alive.

Leaning against the closest wall, Tommy felt like he didn’t have anymore strength left in his body, legs giving up and he slid down to sit on the step. Noticing Lizzie’s breakdown he could only wrap an arm around her shoulders in some kind of comfort.

Looking up, his eyes found a shadow at the other side of the street, someone with a long cape with a hood stared at them. He had to blink a couple of times to register what was happening, but she walked away before he had time to react.

“Mr. Shelby? Can we have a word in my office please?”

“What happened?” Demanded Lizzie standing up.

“It’s about your daughter, sh-she’s cured I don’t understand how this happened, there’s no medical evidence of her illness anymore.” The Doctor took off his glasses and wiped his chin.

Tommy couldn’t believe what he just heard, there was no medical evidence of the damage the consumption could’ve left in Ruby’s lungs, she was sitting on her bed with a wide smile on her face trying to hide the fact that she wanted to jump on the hospital bed and leave already to go home, Tommy rushed to her side and cupped her face between his shaky hands. Was he dreaming of this moment?

He looked from the Doctor to his daughter again in disbelief.

“I’d suggest a couple of days to run more tests.”

“Ruby, Ruby.” He chanted, feeling like his heart could come out of his chest any minute now. “Yes of course, Doctor.”

As Lizzie proposed she should stay for the night with her daughter, Tommy agreed and left the hospital but instead of heading home, he drove somewhere else.

Almost an hour later, he was knocking on the door, the place was only illuminated by a small lamp. His hands were shaking, he wanted to kick the door already.

“Mr. Shelby it’s so late.” Y/N stated but moved to the side to let him come in.

And for the first time, he realized of her features consuming a few seconds to fully take in her. Beautiful and delicate features. It was like getting a sharp hit in the gut. Her beauty was out of this world, he took a step back as he wasn’t prepared to find such rare and unique beauty in one person. Lavender pupils staring back at him, he had never seen another pair of eyes like those guarded by thick eyelashes a deep contrast to the pale skin but in complete harmony with the curly dark locks around her shoulders.

“I’m just here to give you this.” He took a small sack from his pocket, he opened and showed her gold.

“I can’t take it.”

But he pressed one more time. “Please, it’s the least I can do.”

Y/N shook her head folding her arms. “Mr. Shelby I’m not supposed to change the course of things. It’s a delicate thing to do to take a soul from the death and now I’ve to ask you one thing.”

“Anything.”

“You have two more sons…” he just heard about Duke thanks to Esme, but immediately he knew he had his blood. “Which one of them will you give me?”

Tommy looked at her in confusion. “I don’t understand.”

“I stopped Ruby from dying, it’s a life for a life. Which one of your sons will you give me in exchange for your daughter’s life?”

It was one of the hardest things to do, but she had to in order to keep the spirits at bay.

Swallowing hard, Tommy felt a vein pulsing on his forehead.

Y/N looked at her hands for an instant.

There was no way he could choose between Charlie and Duke, they were opposite in so many ways but they were both his sons, and he loved them more than he could express.

“Can you take mine instead?”

“Yes… but what about your wife?”

Tommy shook his head, still too startled by her to form anything coherent. Her cold palm came to rest on his cheekbone, in a tender motion.

“I’ve been waiting all my life for you.”

****

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A/N: I’ve always wanted to write something like this! The idea felt so easy, I tried to create a mix between a good witch and a medium (if you don’t believe it’s just fine) but I’ve always found so intriguing those people who have the gift to communicate with people who passed away… if you liked it and you have a couple of minutes don’t forget to leave your valuable feedback ♥️

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[laurenairay]

All I’ve Tried to Hide - A. Svechnikov

This is my entry for the winter fic exchange 2k23, run by the wonderful @antoineroussel​.

I received @hoesforthecanes​ as a giftee, so I really hope you enjoy this Anna!

I had a lot of fun incorporating the ‘forbidden love’ trope that you had a preference for, and with writing a full fic for Andrei Svechnikov for the first time! I really hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! 🥰 definitely finished this quicker than I expected, but I was so inspired, so here we go!

All photos in the header banner are not mine; found across pinterest. Title from Dirty Little Secret, by All American Rejects.

Word count: 2k

Warnings: light angst, implied sexual moments, a little fluff

Summary: Hooking up with Andrei Svechnikov was all fun and games, as long as your brother didn’t find out…

We can’t choose who we fall in love with.

That’s what you told yourself, over and over again, every time you saw him. Every time you felt his molten gaze brushing over your body. Every time his smirk sent shivers down your spine. Every time he walked across the bar to you with that intense stare, your body filling with eager anticipation.

Because no-one knew.

That’s right, no-one knew that you and Andrei Svechnikov had been sleeping together for nearly six months now – and that’s the way it needed to stay. Why? Because your brother hated the idea of you being with an athlete. A few horrifically failed relationships in high school and college, all with athletes of various kinds, had left you broken in pieces on your older brother’s doorstep every single time, and now that you’d wound up living with him after your last failed relationship – as well as working in his bar – you were dependent on his charity. So if he said no more athletes, then it was no more athletes…at least until you could get on your own two feet again.

What? You had a type, as much as it shamed you – and Andrei fit your type to a tee.

You could remember the first time you saw him. A big loud group of bigger louder guys had filled your brother’s bar, instantly attracting attention from most the patrons, and as a few of them pushed a couple of tables together, he had walked up to the bar where you were working. You could remember the soft smile on his lips as he leant over the bar top to place his order, the gentle rumble of his lilting accent intriguing you, and you knew the moment that he set up a limitless tab with a confident wink that you were in trouble. It had only taken a couple more visits before he was slipping through the staff door, the two of you connecting in a heated make-out in a secluded corner of the storage room out back, his lips, tongue, and hands sending you wild like no-one ever had before.

And it continued, over and over again, escalating to the two of you hooking up at Andrei’s place whenever he was in town, somehow managing to avoid your brother’s judgement, keeping your risqué relationship away from the bar and under wraps.

Everything had been perfect, until the passing of your birthday last week. Andrei had been on a roadtrip on the day itself, and you’d only just about managed to convince him not to send you a bouquet of flowers to the bar (which was out of character in itself), but now that he was back he’d insisted on celebrating properly with you, so you’d come over to his place for the evening. He’d hired a private chef to cook the most amazing three course meal, the two of you sipping on the most delicious wine you’d ever tasted throughout, and as soon as the chef left, he’d whisked you off to his bedroom, bringing you to dizzying heights over and over again, until you were wailing his name out for the entire city to hear.

It was only when he presented you with a diamond necklace, your skin still gleaming and your breathing still ragged, that you realised you weren’t just falling in love with him – you had fallen, head over heels, hook line and sinker. And you also realised that you needed to end things now, before you fell in too deep to recover.

“Andrei, what is this?”

“Your birthday gift?” he said, frowning softly in confusion, “Is it too much? Do you not like it?”

“It’s beautiful…but it isn’t what we do?” you said, wincing.

His frown sunk into a deeper confused expression, so you sat upright, clutching the bedsheets to your bare chest.

“We just – this is just hooking up, Andrei. You shouldn’t be buying me expensive gifts like this. Even hiring a chef to cook for us feels crazy,” you said softly, hating the words as they spilled from your lips.

You watched as his face shuttered, his broad shoulders drawing in on himself, hating yourself for making such a big guy look so small. What was wrong with you? Why were you doing this to him when it felt so wrong? But then he seemed to steel himself, posture straightening and broad chest filling out once more – and he looked you dead in the eyes, making your breath hitch in your throat.

“You are saying this because of your brother?”

His blunt statement made you wince – it was hardly a secret how your brother felt – the anger in his words feeling like a sharp stab, mostly because he was right.

“Andrei, I-”

“I don’t want to keep lying,” he said, interrupting, “lying to myself, to you, to the world. I don’t care that your brother doesn’t want you with an athlete. I know you like me and I like you, and I want you to be mine without all the stupid lying. Why can’t you understand that?”

His words rushed through your body like burning fire, his accent getting thicker as he spoke, showing you exactly how genuine his passion was. But it didn’t change that fact that nothing could change. Even though he was confessing everything you were desperate to hear, matching your own feelings for him, because it was also everything you were trying to repress for your own good.

“It isn’t that easy,” you murmured, averting your eyes.

“So, what, I will be your dirty little secret forever? And you will do whatever your brother says, forever?”

“My brother is just trying to protect me because he loves me,” you shot back, glaring over at him.

Because this wasn’t about you being ashamed of him, or that your brother was a cruel person. You’d just messed up your love life one too many times for your brother to not want to be involved. It wasn’t that complicated.

“He loves you? Great! Well I love you too!”

Even with the anger that Andrei snapped those words at you, your whole body froze, eyes wide and lips parted in shock. And when Andrei realised what he said, he froze too, eyes wide as well as although his were wide in fear rather than in shock, as if he’d let slip something he never intended on saying.

“I didn’t…I mean, I-”

“You love me?” you managed to ask, voice soft in disbelief.

Andrei sighed but nodded, face crumpling in defeat, hanging his head to avoid looking at you.

“Andrei, I…”

You trailed off, running a hand through your unkempt hair, head swirling at his admission as all the fight drained from your body. Because how were you supposed to process this? This was everything you’d been trying to avoid, on every single level. This relationship you had with Andrei was just supposed to be a fun, fiery fling, free from any strings or expectations. And now he’d admitted his love for you, in the moment that you’d realised exactly how deep your love for him was?

What was any sane person supposed to do here?

The soft touch of Andrei’s hand resting on top of yours broke you out of your inner turmoil, and you looked over at him to see the saddest smile on his face, so unnatural in comparison to his usual happy expressions.

“I understand if you do not love me. I am sorry for putting pressure on you like that,” he said softly, smile weak, “we can pretend I didn’t say anything.”

What?

“And you’d just be happy to go back to how things were before, even with both of us knowing that it isn’t enough for you?” you asked, a little incredulous.

“If the other option is losing you entirely, then I can’t do that. I would rather have the smallest part of you, than nothing at all,” he shrugged, sad smile now reflecting the self-deprecation clearly fuelling his actions.

No, no this wasn’t okay. It wasn’t fair, not to him…and not to you. Here was a guy putting his heart and feelings on the line, believing that you were going to reject him anyway because of a few stupid mistakes you’d made in your past? A guy that treated you like no-one ever had before, brought you crashing waves of pleasure like no-one ever had before, and who cared for you like no-one ever had before? And who you cared for more than you ever had for anyone else? You were going to give up that chance of happiness, all because of a few worthless guys?

No, no way.

“I don’t want to go back to how things were before,” you said softly.

Hurt immediately flashed across his face before he quickly composed himself. “Right, okay. I’m sorry.”

It took you a few moments to realise what he meant, but when you finally did, you promptly shook your head.

“No, I didn’t mean it like that. I…”

You drew your bottom lip into your mouth as you struggled to choose the right words to say, Andrei just watching you with a hesitant expression that ever-so-slowly filled with confidence.

“You don’t want to be just a hook up?” he asked hopefully.

You shook your head, staying silent.

“You maybe want to be more?” he prompted again, a small smile spreading across his lips.

You bit your bottom lip before releasing it from your mouth, nodding shyly, earning a broad grin from the man sitting next to you.

“I need to hear you say it. Please, say it,” he pleaded softly, brown eyes wide and hopeful.

Inhaling shakily, you nodded again, looking down at your lap briefly to compose yourself before looking back at him, the hope in his eyes not having faded at all.

“I don’t know how we’re going to make it work. I don’t know how I’m going to convince my brother that this is going to work, that I’m not making another mistake. But I want to try, with you,” you said softly.

Once the words were past your lips, it felt like your blood was surging, the emotions of your confession all but overwhelming you, the hand that Andrei placed on your sheet-covered thigh the only thing that anchored you.

“You won’t regret this, I promise. I’m going to make you so happy, solnyshko,” Andrei said happily, the wide smile on his face sending butterflies soaring in your stomach.

Of that you had no doubt. No matter what happened, however your brother reacted, you knew in your heart that Andrei would be by your side, and that was enough to give you hope. His broad smile turned a little shy all of a sudden, piquing your interest as he rummaged in the sheets, clearly looking for something. And then your breath hitched in your throat as he drew out the box from earlier, delicately holding that beautiful diamond necklace.

“So if you’re mine and I’m yours, will you wear this?” he asked.

What a rush it was to hear those words.

“Right now?” you asked, confused.

He smiled sweetly, nodding, so you just nodded in return. Andrei smiled even wider, taking the necklace out of its box and unclasping it, leaning intimately closer to you as he fastened it around your neck. The cool stones sent a shiver across your heated skin, a different shiver zapping down your spine as Andrei’s finger lightly traced the edge of it, trailing across your collarbone to finish.

Unfair.

“How does it look?” you breathed.

You dropped the sheet you’d been holding to your chest the whole time you’d been sitting upright, revealing your bare body to him once more, the diamonds around your neck the only item you now wore. Andrei’s eyes darkened slightly, making your heart beat that little bit faster with the promise they held.

“Beautiful. You look beautiful,” he murmured.

When that familiar smirk crept across his lips, finally, you knew you were done for. He slowly crawled over to you, gently lowering your body back to the bed as he covered you with his own broad torso, eyes and hands and lips trailing over you in a tease that sent your blood swirling, and it was all you could do to lose yourself in his embrace.

No more secrets. No more hiding. Andrei Svechnikov was yours, and now the world was going to know.

#my writing #the winter fic exchange 2k23 #andrei svechnikov fic #i really hope you enjoy this anna! #andrei svechnikov x reader #andrei svechnikov imagine #andrei svechnikov fanfic #nhl writing #nhl imagine #nhl fic #hockey writing #hockey imagine #hockey fic

[something-in-the-seas]

So, Bioshock’s 15th Anniversary was yesterday. You’ve probably heard some people talking about how 2K celebrated it. It was something…

You’d get a picture of a Big Daddy and Little Sister there, maybe a Rapture fan art, but it would be sandwiched between just mostly Infinite, or, I should say Elizabeth stuff. Elizabeth gets the most attention here. Booker gets maybe, like, one post, but if he appears it’s with her. Luteces surprisingly don’t get a mention at all? Not from what I’ve seen. And I guess to them Daisy just does not exist?

This isn’t even fan art, either. These are literally just screenshots they got from Google Images or the wiki.

Elizabeth is also the only character with a full on appreciation post. Nobody else from 1 or 2 or Infinite even gets one. There’s like one Ryan post where they ask how punchable he is and that’s it for him. There’s, like, one Tenenbaum post. No Fontaine posts, no Jack posts, and really surprisingly no Cohen posts. Nothing.

Where’s, like, the discussion of the characters of 1? Where’s talking about the levels? The lighthouse? Fort Frolic? Like, come on… no Fort Frolic? No Steinman?

Also, like, this isn’t even her most iconic quote either. Way to scrape at the bottom of the barrel here. When I think of the most iconic quotes of the series, I sure think of this one. Not, y’know, Ryan’s speech from the first fifteen minutes of the first game. Or Ryan’s death. Or every scene with Ryan. The villain of the first game.

It’s weird cause I saw a lot of people (including my friends) send in fan art focusing on 1 and 2 or discussed who their favorite characters were from 1 and 2. You know… Bioshock 1? The game whose anniversary this is. Didn’t even get an acknowledgement, that’s really cool. There was, like, maybe two pieces for 2 acknowledged at all. I won’t even say two because the one was just clearly stolen fan art that was ran through a filter or AI.

Also, there’s these thirst posts, some of them on people’s fan art… And then they comment on other people’s thirst posts on Elizabeth?? Would appreciate if you maybe acknowledged the other female characters. Like Tenenbaum? Jasmine? Anna Culpepper? Julie? You know, the ones from the game whose anniversary it is? Or, since you’re doing the entire series apparently, what about Eleanor? Sofia? Grace? Rosalind? Pearl? Hello? Acknowledge your characters who are women of color. Acknowledge how you have one of the only autistic female characters in a major gaming franchise.

I wouldn’t even have a problem with all this Infinite stuff (or, again, this is all Elizabeth) if there was equal acknowledgement of the other two games, especially 1. I’m sorry, is it Infinite’s anniversary? I thought that was 2023? Either just acknowledge 1 or give equal attention to the other games. Hey, maybe recognize the other DLC besides BaS like Minerva’s Den. Recognize the other protagonists, please? The villains? The levels? The bosses? The side-characters?

Anyway, we are doing something on here for 1’s anniversary and 1’s anniversary only because this is ridiculous.

#bioshock #bioshock 2 #I’m baffled #wow 2K you somehow blew me away with how bad this is #congrats to all the people who had their fan art boosted #for the people who didn’t and for 1 stans don’t worry I’m gonna take care of you #we’re gonna do something on here for 1

[peakyswritings]

2k Celebration - Creations

Here you’ll find the masterlist of my 2k followers celebration, which will include both my creations and my mutuals’. You’re in for a chilling adventure!

🔮 MY CREATIONS

Short fics

I Do Bad Things - Tommy Shelby x reader

Lurking - Tommy Shelby x reader

Moodboards

Spooky!Nina AU

🔮 MUTUALS’ CREATIONS

Fics and short fics

Lost by @raincoffeeandfandoms

In Blood and Bond by @zablife

The Woods Whisper by @call-sign-shark

The Devil’s Voice by @runnning-outof-time

Moodboards

Anna and Tommy by @cljordan-imperium

The Red Room: Origin by @evita-shelby

Dividers credit

#peakyswritings2kcelebration

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

sword fight with extremely long icicles – tell me a random fact about yourself and I'll say who I ship you with

i love wearing grandpa sweaters with mini skirts and my favourite book is anna karenina by tolstoy <3

uuuuuhhh, remus. he's got the energy of someone who loves russian literature. idk how else to describe it, it's just his dark academia charm

| join my 2k celebration! |

#2k celebration #lea answers #remus lupin

[annab-nana]

⛄️ “I’m freezing. You’re warm. Hug me!” with my bubba drew

Awww this sounds cute :)

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“It’s gorgeous out here,” you muttered when you walked out of the cabin onto the balcony that overlooked the beautiful snowy landscape before you both.

“Yeah, it is. I can’t wait to spend Christmas with the most beautiful girl in the most beautiful place,” Drew told you while his hands found their place on your hips and his chin rested on your shoulder, looking out at the stunning view.

“It’s cold though,” you spoke as a shiver ran down your spine when a breeze passed, making the cold weather even colder. You turned and leaned into Drew’s touch, his warmth radiating off him and warming you up. “I’m freezing. You’re warm. Hug me!”

The chuckle that fell from his lips brought a smile to your face before his large arms wrapped around you. You snuggled further into his embrace while his giggles sounded in the air.

“Let’s go inside and cuddle because you are freezing,” he breathed as he laughed again. You nodded against his chest before he picked you up, your legs wrapping around his waist. He opened the door and closed it behind him before you let your legs fall and your feet met the floor. His blue eyes flickered between your own in complete adoration and his lips met yours in a kiss full of passion.

“I know another way we could get you warmed up as well,” he muttered when his fingers grazed the side of your face and pushed some fallen hair behind your ear.

“And what’s that?” you smiled up at him, your hands clasped together behind his neck.

“I think you know exactly what I’m talking about,” he told you as he picked you up again and started his way to the bedroom.

“You might have to give me a hint,” you teased while Drew dropped your body gently onto the mattress. His lips met the skin of your neck as he hummed against you.

“You need anymore hints?” he inquired, his lips traveling down to your collarbone.

“Maybe a few more.”

Come celebrate with me

#anna’s 2k/one year celebration #ilovejjmaybank #blurbs #drew starkey #drew starkey blurbs

[shcherbatskya]

a collection of flower themed images for @floral-cas and their 2k celebration!

claire + gladiolus symbolizing strength and pride // cas and claire + queen anne’s lace symbolizing sanctuary // anna milton + milkweed symbolizing freedom // jack + baby’s breath meaning innocence // the empty as meg + poppies meaning eternal sleep

#i know they’re are a lot but i got a bit carried away :) #i may make more tho they’re really fun #floralnatual #floralnatural celebration #spn #supernatural #samael speaks

[ghost-of-you]

Anna's 2k Celebration:

Lashton for Anonymous 

#5sos #lh #ai #5sosedit #my edit #annas 2k celebration #lashton #i love them a lot #i did not have the self control to not pu the teenage dream gif #sorry sakosoaksokas #5 seconds of summer #ashton irwin #luke hemmings #this nostalgia in my bones

[sailxrmxrs]

masterlist

i've written enough for tumblr that i thought i'd compile it into a masterlist. all my fics can be found in the 'anna writes' tag but it makes sense to put everything in one place too hehe. currently writing for infinite blue with some genshin and other fandoms thrown in when inspiration strikes. open to requests but it'll mostly just be me letting my thoughts run wild in my drafts. also posting over on ao3 under the user sailxrmxrcury bc i need to be more active there fjdasklg

♡ INFINITE BLUE ♡

au oneshots

celebrating mc's birthday

first meeting headcanons

friends to lovers headcanons

office headcanons

snow day

trigun au tobias and rory

under the mistletoe

alexei

overworked alexei

brooklyn

office romance

milo

blacksmith milo

pirate milo au (extended)

leo

fantasy au

rory

fantasy au

victorian/detective au

tobias

fantasy au

fantasy au part two

♡ GENSHIN IMPACT ♡

alhaitham

overworked alhaitham

diluc

vampire diluc

kazuha

childhood friends to lovers

♡ TRIGUN STAMPEDE ♡

vash

protective vash in a gunfight

wolfwood

meeting wolfwood late night in a bar

♡ BLOOMING PANIC ♡

college au headcanons

comforting an upset mc headcanons

taking care of an overworked mc headcanons

nightowl

fake dating nightowl

high school nightowl

nightowl's birthday

nightowl encountering societyboy

royal au masquerade ball

spring picnic

unrequited love (alternate version)

vampire nightowl

xyx

arranged marriage royalty au

divorce lawyer xyx and wedding planner mc

pirate xyx (discord 2k celebration)

rooftop dance

street racer xyx

quest

evening after a date

mornings with quest

nakedtoaster

royalty au prince and knight mc

skater boy toast

onionthief

onion's birthday

unrequited love

#anna writes #is this masterlist organised enough idk #infinite blue x reader #genshin impact x reader #blooming panic x reader #trigun x reader

[floreleine]

Taking prompts!

Cliché prompts - Kiss prompts - Sensory Prompts - Hug Prompts - Whump prompts (tho let's be real it'll be h/c from me) - Christmas Prompts

& nsfw prompt ideas here

If you have your own ideas or want a continuation of an old prompt fic also hmu, it doesn't have to be from the lists!

✨& check out the @gunpowder-milfshake-discord!✨

Already written (below the cut so the list will stay up to date if you want to reblog it):

Only one bed (Floreleine, <1k, G)

Almost Interrupted (on ao3 - Floreleine, 1k, T)

Good Luck Kisses (Floreleine with future Librarywives, <1k T)

Protecting Florence (Floreleine with ScarletMay undertones, <1k, G)

An Eternity Ago (Prequel on Ao3 with Floreleine and ScarletMay, 5k, T)

First kiss after a battle (Floreleine, <1k, T) + Floreleine getting caught by Anna May (1k M)

Break-up to avoid danger (Floreleine, <1k, G)

Massaging Madeleine (Killercule ot4, <1k, T)

Celebrating the library (librarywives ot3, <1k, T)

Vampire!Madeleine follow up to Thicker Than Water (18k total, T-E)

Madeleine gets ambushed (Floreleine, ~1k, G/T for violence)

ScarletMay kiss (1k T)

Floreleine hug pre-ot4 (1k T)

Mr&Mrs Smith AU (3k T)

Hug prompts 6&10 (<1k G)

The room is spinning (<1k G/

Smut fics:

Touch yourself for me (Floreleine, 1k, E)

You need to be quiet (Floreleine, <1k, E)

Mommy kink (Floreleine, several fics 1-2k on tumblr and ao3, all rated E)

Librarywives smut (3k E Ao3)

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That GM Prequel fic (series, multi)

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& as this turned into a bit of a rec post by now and I probably won't link to these elsewhere on tumblr, I'm tagging my GM taglist again xD lmk if you want on/off it: @verbumproxen @lonely-night @my-gaydar-is-on-point @cleocatart @geek-goth-gay @forestcircle @scissoringsappho @nomi--sunrider @badwolfkaily @queencalanthes @nightwhite13 @sapphic-stress @change-the-rules @sarah-fiers @songbookff @phoenixhalliwell @noelevangilinecarson

#i'll write a few short fics so nothing deeply plot heavy pls #mostly floreleine but i'll also write for the other wlw ships as long as i don't get swamped #floreleine #gunpowder milkshake #florence x madeleine #librarywives #scarletmay #killercule #gm florence #gm madeleine #character studies anyone? #florence/madeleine #prompt list #mine

[femaledaily]

FEMALEDAILY 2K CELEBRATION: MEET OUR MEMBERS

Joyce - Anna Kendrick

#annakendrickedit #akendrickedit #bbelcher #dailywomen #chewieblog #userstream #anna kendrick #celebrities #~ #cat #2kcelebration #dailycelebs #flawlessbeautyqueens #breathtakingqueens #uservaleria #smilecapsules #usertreena

[forzalando]

okay idk how many i can send but can i also get 💛 as disney characters? ty!

this was a lot harder than i thought it would be, i won’t lie. but i love disney and my mutuals🥺💛i chose princesses/main female characters to keep it in the same category!

you as jasmine

@theweasleysredhair as rapunzel

@lupinsclassroom as belle

@starlightweasley as moana (IM SO DUMB I POSTED THIS FIRST AND FORGOT TO ADD IT BUT I GOT IT NOW)

@izzytheninja as cinderella

@vogueweasley as megara

@weasleyclaw as elsa (i am your anna, i decided this)

@gcdric as jane porter

join my 2k celebration!

[swissarmymanbf]

hiii :] do u have any good spn fic recs?? i trust ur taste <3

HIIIII ANON first of ty for coming to me ily. second i dont know what you want exactly as spn fic is a very broad category but im just going to give you some that ive read and very much enjoyed :3

(fics will be under the read more bc this is kinda long)

a turn of the earth by microcomets: destiel, dean pov, 95k, slowburn. cas gets sent back in time and meets 22 year old dean. i am very bad with descriptions but this one is definitely worth reading, its the only long fic ive been able to read multiple times. (mature content warning towards the end)

the tunnel of love by xylodemon: destiel, dean pov, 21k. dean and cas have to kiss for a hunt. highly enjoyable, great writing, one of my favorites. (also mature content warning towards the end)

après by imogenbynight: destiel, cas pov, 24k. cas loses his grace and lands in paris, dean flies out to get him, and they have a sort of cute romantic holiday there. this one is really sweet!! also has a follow up, billet doux. (again, mature content warning towards the end)

the cost of a thing by quiettewandering: destiel, dean pov, 74k, fake relationship, slow burn. dean and cas are hunting something thats killing married couples and they have to pretend to be married in order to catch it.

adjust to the light by achillese: midam, 69k, au. adam is the only survivor of an uncaught serial killer. warning this one is kind of dark (not that much explicit violence but it does involve serial killers and the aftermath of attempted murder so. if that bothers you than tread carefully)

the world begins anew by clasch: destiel, dean pov, 1.2k, fluffy, christmas celebration. this one is really adorable and made me almost cry.

a new type of normal by chipper99: destiel, dean pov, 2k, fluff. cas thinks dean means a kiss when he asks if hes forgotten something but in reality he's talking about car keys. this one is really cute and funny :3

four seasons by thesongsmith: destiel, au, .7k. technically this should not be on a serious fic rec list bc its a crackfic but its also really funny. remember when the trump administration accidentally booked four seasons landscaping instead of the four seasons hotel? this is just that but destiel

well everybody's got a secret, sonny by luminoussbeings: 1.7k, sam and dean both think the other is homophobic.

brainstorm by astralpenguin: t4t channing/kevin (pre-relationship, theyre around 14) 1.2k, fluffy. channing helps kevin pick out a name.

jack goes to kindergarten by cowboydeanwinchester: outsider pov, background destiel, 2k. jack goes to kindergarten and the teacher meets his family.

veil by evol_love: harry/ed (ghostfacers), 8k. ed and harry both attend the deancas roadhouse wedding.

you care about what i eat. that’s what a husband does. you cook for me even when i don’t ask. that’s what a husband does. when i pass out you comb my hair so there’s no knots in it. that’s what a husband does. by goodbyechunkylemonmilk: midam, 6k. michael and adam get married at dennys. this one is really cute one of my absolute favorites.

white summer by mrbluesky: 5k, dean and claire are both trans and come out to eachother.

you have to break a few eggs by archangelgabriel: midam, 9k, au. adam works at a diner and michael keeps coming in at 1 am.

like a crown on a thorn by lusilly: samruby, 1.2k. character/relationship study, very good i really like this one.

we said something dumb, see by peterspajamas: annamary, 1.5k. anna and mary meet in a bar. excellent fic highly recommend, got me into annamary.

im gonna wrap this up here since its kinda long, if youve made it this far then i will do a bit of self promo and rec my own fics lolz (buzzcut season - dreamhunter fluff + please dont leave me - dean and claire bond) i hope you enjoy these!! if i think of any more ill rb this and add them on :]

#mailbox #anon #if u want anything more specific feel free 2 send another ask!!