#custom fanfiction

[siriusleee]

Alright guys, I'm not going to lie. I am super broke. My husband lost his job, and we're living on just my income until he can get another job. So I am out here turning my talents into money. Custom Call of Duty fics, written just for you and only you. Are you tired of searching for a specific fic and not finding what you're looking for? This opportunity is perfect for you? Don't go looking on ChatGPT or character.ai. Look right here. NSFW/Smut Fics - $20 for a minimum of 1,500 words. You will have to send me verification of age. I cannot stop you from reading stuff published freely on the internet, but I can't send you something NSFW without knowing you are 18+.

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[fictional-others]

Hi guys! Just wanted to let you know I’m doing custom fanfic/custom writing both SFW and NSFW on my Etsy now. Here’s a link if you’re interested!

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[fromthisuniverse]

friends to lovers with hermione granger (fem!reader) maybe a first kiss trope

Please see below for your writing sample! ------ Hermione had naturally offered to help you with your flying, close as the two of you were. In fact, she heartily volunteered to help you with any subject, and was often found snagging your arm and dragging you to the library for enthusiastic rounds of tutoring. While many students dismissed her as a ‘bossy know-it-all,’ these traits were always strangely endearing in your eyes. Today was no exception. 

As you both strode onto the grassy field, you frowned and looked at the sad broom you’d been saddled with: an old, second-hand Nimbus 1000 that was only held together with Spellotape and hope. The sorry state of your riding instrument did not escape Hermione’s perceptive gaze, and she frowned warily as well. “Are you quite certain you wish to do this?” she asked skeptically, her tone indicating that she did not approve. “Yes. Even if this is all I have, I need to get better,” you replied, clasping your hands together in a gesture of pleading. “Oh, very well,” she stated with a huff, unable to find the words to tell you no. “At least let me cast a Gripping Charm before we take off.” Without waiting for approval, she swirled her wand and spoke the incantation for the spell, and you felt as though your hand were drawn to the broom like a magnet. She kicked up first, and watched you warily as you took to the air afterward. You both practiced a few simple soars and turns at initially, though your broomstick seemed to fight you at every instruction. Hermione went into a simple loop, and waited for you to follow suit – but as you arced upward, your broom suddenly jerked to the right and spiraled unexpectedly. You yelped as it violently shuddered and wobbled, unwilling to be tamed. It was a small blessing that Hermione had thought ahead and cast the Gripping Charm, or you would have surely been flung off. “Hold on, I’m coming!” Hermione flew alongside you without thinking, her eyes wide and alert with panic. It took some effort, though she managed to steady your flight path by matching your pace and then reaching out to grab you. As she pulled you both together, her broom took the lead, and the dizzying mess was righted to a calm sway. Her cheeks were flushed as she held onto you, and you realized that you were clutching onto her for dear life as well. 

“Honestly! They should make sure that everyone at Hogwarts is at least supplied with a standard issue broomstick,” she fussed on your behalf, sounding ready to start a campaign right then and there. Yet even though the danger had passed, you realized that neither of you had let go of the other. Her warmth and closeness was comforting, and as she continued on about socioeconomic injustice, you noticed that she was blushing more and more. Was Hermione… nervous? Having known her for as long as you had, you knew the answer was yes. “Hermione… thank you,” you smiled as you interjected, and her words crumbled away. She nervously tucked her bushy hair behind her ear and stole a few glances at you, reflecting your smile.  It was utterly adorable, how shy she was at that moment. “Hermione,” you spoke her name again, summoning her attention toward you. Her brown eyes fixed onto yours, and for once, she seemed to be at a loss for words. As you coasted through the air in such close proximity, you both realized all at once: the two of you were much more than friends. You felt yourself gravitating toward her, and she you, her eyes fluttering closed as her heart hammered hard enough to drown out every other sound.  ------ If you are interested in ordering a full, custom-tailored fanfic, please feel free to visit our Ko-Fi for more info! Thank you!

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[brisbookmark]

Alright loves, I’ve officially opened up Fanfic Commissions!!

“But Bri, what about your requests??”

Rest assured they’ve been started ;)

This is just an extra way for me to possibly bring in some cash flow while I attempt to move out of my (cough, homophobic) parent’s house to across the country. (Plane tickets suck man).

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[korebringerofded]

Moving up

I made a Fiverr if anyone wants to support me on it! $10 for a 1000 word fic.

https://www.fiverr.com/share/WDP78X

Also new chapter to changes comes out Friday!

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[fanfictions-and-fantasies]

I just have too many ideas jotted down in my Google Docs for all of those specific fandoms, so I was hoping you guys would help me decide! I love them all equally, so it's hard for me to choose. If this poll isn't successful, I will probably choose FFVII by default since I have the most ideas for it, but I wanted to see if there was any other fandom you guys would prefer before I fell back to my favorite one.

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[paperultra]

service with a smile!

Pairing: OPLA!Vinsmoke Sanji x Reader Word Count: 1,726 words Warnings: Swearing, violence, verbally/physically abusive customer, reader has a brief panic attack

eccedentesiast (noun): someone who fakes a smile

It’s six-thirty in the evening at the Baratie. The customers are ravenous, the kitchen is in the weeds, and you’re wearing a snake-like trail into the floor of the restaurant delivering drinks and dishes when the sound of snapping fingers pricks your ears.

“Waiter!”

Twisting your neck around, you spot the man at table four waving you over.

You quickly make your way to him with a bright smile. “Yes? What can I do for you?”

The man gestures to the plate in front of him, disgust clear on his face. “I said I wanted my steak medium-well.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry, sir,” you reply. Leaning over slightly to check, your eyebrows knit together as you stare at the slice of meat pushed to the edge of the plate. “… It seems to be medium-well, though?”

“No,” he snaps. Light glints sharply off the many rings on his fingers as he pointedly prods at the center of the slice with his knife. “It still has some pink in it, see? I can’t eat this.”

“Well, sir,” you mentally roll your eyes up to the ceiling, though your gaze remains attentive and apologetic, “Here in our restaurant, medium-well steak will still have a little bit of pink. We could bring it back to the kitchen and have it cooked until it’s well done, if you’d like. It’d take no more than five minutes.”

“I don’t like well done steak. It’s too dry.”

Oh, god.

“I see. Well, we could still bring it back to the kitchen and see what the cooks can do.”

The man clicks his tongue. “Fucking hell.” Sneering, he drops his steak knife and pushes the plate towards you. “Fine. Go. I’m not paying if you guys fuck it up again.”

“We’ll do our best.” Fuck you.

Nodding deferentially, you scoop up the plate and head off to the kitchen, smiling all the while.

“Carne!” you announce after you kick open the door, setting the steak on the pass and leaning over to catch the attention of the rotisseur. “Customer at table four says your steak is shit.”

“What?!”

“He wants it medium-well with no pink at all.” Carne swears and stomps over to fetch the steak. A slight movement in the corner catches your eye, and you look over at Sanji, who’s already looking at you as he pulls his suit jacket on. “Hey, chef.” A genuine grin stretches your face. “The old man kick you off the line again?”

“He slated my mixed paella,” Sanji replies, no small amount of irritation in his voice. It melts away quickly as he smirks and sends a wink your way. “But I’ll be seeing more of you out there, so maybe I should count my blessings.”

“There’s certainly one at table four right now.” Balancing three plates for table seven on one arm, you grab the fourth with your free hand.

Sanji hurries to hold the door open for you, frowning through the thank-you that flies from your mouth. “What else did they say?” he asks seriously. “Do they need to be kicked out?”

Despite the rush, your heart finds the time to skip a beat.

“Nah, not yet,” you assure. “Now hurry up!”

“[Y/n] –”

“Bye!”

As you pass him, your head held high, you hear Sanji sigh and chuckle in resignation.

You deliver the plates and check back with guests who have already gotten their food before returning to the kitchen. Table four’s well done medium-well steak with no pink is on the pass already when you go in, freshly garnished and by all appearances even more gorgeous than before.

Raising your eyebrows, you whistle. “Thanks, Carne! Love you!” you shout over the din of cooks before grabbing the plate.

“Kiss my ass!”

You laugh. One of the other waiters wishes you luck and pats your back as you exit.

You waste only a brief moment just outside the kitchen to take a deep breath and scan the restaurant. Sanji is at the far end, refilling waters and likely charming the eyelashes off a table of giggling young women. You’d kill to be on either side right now.

Closing your eyes, you recite the Baratie’s fourth employee guideline and then smile, stepping out into the dining area and walking over to table four.

The customer is God.

“Here you go, sir,” you say, placing the plate before him. “I’m sor –”

“This looks like shit.” The man hardly glances at the steak Carne had so painstakingly reprepared, choosing instead to glare at you. “I waited five whole minutes for this?”

The customer. Is. God.

Your teeth hurt. “Our rotisseur put in his best work to fix the mistake.”

“Well, he should be fired on the spot.”

“If you would just try it –”

The man suddenly slams his fist on the table and stands up, his face red, grabbing the attention of the surrounding guests as he throws the plate onto the ground.

“DON’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO, WAITER!”

His hairy, meaty hand seizes the collar of your uniform.

Your perfect smile slips off your face.

“Get your hand off of me.”

The man doesn’t listen. He raises his other fist and swings it at your mouth instead.

You pull him down and knee him in the face before he even realizes that you’ve dodged.

Crunch. Warm blood splatters over your carefully ironed slacks.

“Augh!”

The man’s hands fly up to his nose. You shove him face-down to the ground and press your knee into his back, yanking his head up by his hair.

“I asked you to taste your fucking steak,” you breathe, tightening your grip. “I didn’t ask you to FUCKING TOUCH ME. OKAY?”

His groan bubbles quietly through bloodied teeth.

Your ears ring. You’re cold and your head is numb and your heart is racing, and you’re breathing, but it feels like you’re not getting enough air. You don’t move a muscle.

Above you, muffled and buried underwater, someone calls out your name.

A hand rubs your back gently. Your name is murmured again, and you finally blink, slowly twisting around to look up at Sanji.

“I think he got the message, sweetheart. Come on. The old man’ll take care of the rest.”

He places his hand over yours, coaxing you to let go of the man’s hair. It hurts, but you do it, and Sanji helps you stand afterwards.

“Come on,” he whispers. “We’ll wash dishes together until you feel better.”

“You’re supposed to be waiting tables,” you mumble. Your mouth is dry.

“You know I hate doing that anyway.”

He tucks you underneath his arm. You push your face into the front of his suit and smell the traces of his last smoke break as he guides you to the kitchen.

Washing dishes is a ritual you’ve had since you were a kid. While Sanji’s punishments had been anything that prevented him from cooking or flirting, yours were limited to washing dishes. You loathed the chore, and Zeff took note and made sure to stick you at the sinks whenever you got into trouble. You’d curse and splash and generally be a pain in the ass to the rest of the kitchen, but you scrubbed the dishes pretty damn well, and within an hour or two your anger would fizzle out and you’d be back to your usual self.

Over time, the chore became something that grounded you whenever you weren’t feeling too hot. It kept your hands busy, and sometimes Sanji would join you to chat and complain until Zeff decided that the two of you were just a little too happy in his kitchen and kicked one or both of you out.

“Washing or drying?” Sanji asks. He had tossed his jacket somewhere while you were thinking and is now holding out an apron for you to take.

“Washing.” You slip the apron on and roll up your sleeves.

Nobody bothers you or Sanji as you start working. You use a generous amount of soap, let the water heat up until it almost scalds your skin, and scrub each plate and bowl and utensil and glass until they’re better than new. Then you hand it off to Sanji, who carefully dries each item and puts them aside.

Eventually, you find your voice again.

“Sorry you had to come over and get me. I thought I could handle it.”

“No, I should’ve been there before it got too bad. I’m sorry.” Sanji meets your eyes, and his gaze softens into something sad. “What happened?”

Your shrug is so small you almost don’t feel it. “I was fine when he was yelling at me. But when he grabbed me by the collar, I just – I dunno. It surprised me real bad.”

“Did he hurt you?”

“No. Just wrinkled my shirt.” You bend your knee, feeling the stiffness of dried blood on your slacks, and pout. “And stained my pants.”

“He didn’t even land a hit, at the very least,” Sanji says. A corner of his mouth tilts up. “I’ve got to say, I’m quite impressed.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Really? I impressed Black Leg Sanji by kneeing a customer in the face?”

“It’s the first time I’ve seen you fight a customer. You usually calm them right down.”

“Well, this one was a real shitbag. I’m surprised I haven’t had to do it sooner, to be honest.”

He shakes his head. “It shouldn’t be something you should ever have to do,” he tells you. “Not while I’m here. If I ever see that bastard again, I swear I’ll kill him.”

“My hero,” you say with a smile, kicking up one foot.

Sanji winks at you and, with towel and dish in hand, leans over slightly to kiss the side of your head. It’s an innocent and playful thing he’s started doing as of late, and it certainly has no underlying meaning whatsoever, so you make a show of scrunching up your face like you always do. You swear that your face only feels hot because of the steam.

“Until my dying breath,” he says softly.

Oh. It’s not so funny anymore.

You flick bubbles at him and resume washing the dishes. Sanji grins and resumes drying, and if you scoot closer until you feel his arm brush yours with every movement, well – that’s nobody’s business but yours.

#aesthetic words prompt list #opla #one piece #sanji x reader #vinsmoke sanji x reader #vinsmoke sanji #sanji #opla sanji #one piece live action #opla fanfiction #one piece fanfiction #reader insert #i've never worked at a restaurant rip #but to be fair the baratie lets the staff beat up terrible customers so accuracy doesn't have to be a priority here right ?? #live chef reaction while sanji and reader wash dishes lol

[effen-draws]

Some intellect concept paintings for the fourth chapter of the swap fic!! I originally just wanted to do some sketches for a all of swap!Kim's skills (since I've had rough drafts for them for over month now) but I got... very carried away. So yeah you get some paintings instead!

Here's a little doodle I made in between painting:

#I simultaneously had a lot of fun and a lot of trouble with these #idk painting is tough and I get tired #but I hope you enjoy them anyways:-) #disco elysium #disco elysium art #disco elysium fanart #disco elysium fanfic #disco elysium fanfiction #de kim #kim kitsuragi #disco elysium swap au #de swap au #related to the rewind refind fic #disco elysium custom skills #I kinda see these paintings as concepts rather than their definitive appearances #effen's art

[moonsporemoth]

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[fromthisuniverse]

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[frankiesmusicbox]

01: you’re dating rafe cameron

kook x kook, toxic relationship, unhealthy but addicting, you think you can fix him, unrequited love, maniac rafe, love hate, on again off again, obsessive, manipulative

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[fanfictions-and-fantasies]

Now opening Fanfictions & Fantasies, an online shop for high-quality custom fanfictions and original stories alike!

The things I am willing to write include, but are not limited to, entirely original stories and various types of fanfiction such as self-inserts, one-shots, chapter fanfictions, fluff, canon x canon, canon x oc, and even smut. If your chosen story medium is not listed above, feel free to ask me if I'll be willing to write it.

On another note, if it's fanfiction you're looking for, I have a list posted on my website that includes all of my favorite fandoms, liked fandoms, and various other fandoms I know about. If your chosen one isn't there, don't sweat it! In most cases, I'm willing to take a day of my time to binge your chosen fandom's content just so I know what to write.

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[duskyashe]

Because apparently this is my fault, I'm posting this Miraculous Ladybug X DC prompt for anyone to use, but more specifically for @the-coffee-fandom 😉😂

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Roy Harper has a secret, one he keeps from Oliver, from the old Titans, even from his fellow Outlaws. Roy likes to sew. Now, he can't exactly follow a pattern, and he definitely doesn't know the difference between a dart or a pleat, but his baby girl doesn't care about that. She's just happy that her princess dresses and superhero costumes look so much more like the real things than the store bought, mass produced things her classmates have to wear. But when he bumps into a five foot nothing young woman in the only fabric store in town open past 8pm, well. Maybe it's about time he finally learns the difference between front stitching and chain stitching, yeah?

TLDR, Roy Harper is a self taught hobbyist seamster who meets Marinette Dupein-Cheng in a fabric store.

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If you decide to fill this prompt, please drop a link in the comments or reblog this post so I can read it!

#maribat #dc x mlb #roynette #fanfiction prompts #mlb x dc fanfic prompt #Roy Harper has a vast array of skills he doesn't exactly advertise #sewing is one of them #why? because i said so #actually no coffee said so in the Timari discord server #because i go by “Real Life Roy Harper” and I keep sharing pics of things I'm sewing lol #but seriously let's make this a thing! #Roy Harper should totally customize clothes and costumes for his daughter!

[mirabai0821]

Confession? Go see a priest.

Pairings: Tav x Halsin x Astarion Rating: Gen Summary: One does not fault a rose for needing both earth and sun. Or Tav passess out after confessing her love to both elves.

“Well, that was dramatic.” Astarion tried to sound light but all the biting sarcasm he meant to deploy had been hollowed out of his words. She scraped all the artifice from him, leaving him without the shield of his dry humor. Now whatever was said had to sink into him, finally forcing him to deal with whatever emotions got stuck.

“Now Astarion,” strangely, though, the levity Astarion could not find had made its way to Halsin. Once again Tav had humbled him. Three hundred and fifty years of wisdom and experience but this fragile, short-lived little thing managed to teach him something wholly new. He felt so absurd it turned a corner into amusing. The smile Astarion could not muster would not leave Halsin’s face. “Surely you, of all people would think declarations of love should be dramatic?” 

“Fair point, I do love the theatricality of it all, right down to the timely faint.”

As Tav, slept, the elves sat in silence.

“Well?” Halsin asked.

“Well what?”

Halsin glared. 

Astarion rolled his eyes. “Let me guess, you meant to ask, ‘Is there a way?’”

Halsin kept glaring. 

“Well, do you think there is? Why am I the one forced to come up with an answer? This better not be your way of designating me 'the one with all the answers' in this little triad of ours.”

Halsin chuffed, amused. "A simple 'yes' would've done."

"Oh darling, you're gonna learn quickly I am nothing simple."

"All the better then. I like a challenge."

Astarion waved an accusatory finger in Halsin's face.

“Don’t you get any ideas, you oaf. I can barely sort out my feelings for this one,” he thrust that finger back at Tav. “Much less my feelings for you.”

Halsin's added his eyebrows to his hairline. “And are there feelings?”

“Of course there are.” He began to list them off his fingers like a mother’s shopping list. “Jealousy, envy, spite, a not inconsiderable amount of lust, more jealousy and…”

Halsin winced, dreading the rest. 

“Appreciation. Friendship. Maybe even affection if you squint.”

Halsin blushed. “Astarion.”

“No, I mean it. You were there for her when I couldn’t be." The dry humor bled away again, honesty taking up its place. "I’m not…strong. Not like you or the others. I wanted her to protect me, but when she needed protection it was you that stepped in. I'll never forget that.”

“You are stronger than you look, little star. But should ever that strength fail you, look to me.”

It was Astarion’s turn to blush. “You’re not gonna confess now too are you? I can only handle one confessional per day. You’ll have to wait, or see a priest.”

“Like you, I’ll only confess to lust and affection…for now at least.” Halsin hummed thoughtfully, fixing a serious stare on the paler elf. “She loves you, Astarion. That alone would have been enough for me but it’s more than that. I don't care for you for love of her. I care for you for well... you.”

“You are confessing!” Astarion feigned a scandalized gasp.

“Maybe I am,” he relented. “But I think not yet. My heart hopes though, that we can figure that out together.”

At long last, after this whole whirlwind of a day, a grin as wide and deep as the Chionthar broke across the vampire’s face. It stretched so far it hurt. But it was the good pain though, the kind that’s good for the body. “Oh, how blessed am I to receive two lovers in a day where most only get one,” he preened, his words wholly and earnestly absent of even a hint of sarcasm. He meant what he said to Tav that day. She made him want everything. And now that included the elf on the other side of her. Starved for love, desperate for it, and now, in the span of minutes he had a surfeit of it. But with him, and his thirst, he could drink it all. And with them, he knew he'd never be thirsty again.

#tav x halsin x astarion #tav x astarion #tav x halsin #halsin x astarion #tavalstarion #bg3 #bg3 fanfiction #listen #i wasn't too fond of how Halsin's “poly” option worked #nor astarion's particular response to it #SO WE GO AGANE #tav is not a machine for which you can swap out parts #she is a custom job that requires custom parts #two of em #at the same time