#i listened to one song that made me think of a reunited lovers au

[silversdragonemporium]

Fanfic ask meme answers

B: Any of your stories inspired by personal experience?

I take a lot of little things that I experienced/had people tell me because I'm apparently a very good listener.

For example, Good Uncle Rufus turning on that Latin Salsa music at the start of Be Not Afraid for I Am Here is me when I'm too scared to drive around at night alone so I put on the peppiest songs to not be afraid anymore.

C: What character do you identify with most?

When I write a "close 3rd person", I tend to closely identify with whoever I'm focusing on, so I can't really say that I feel a character more than other. However, some characters (like Dimitri) are easier to "tune into" than others.

J: Write or describe an alternative ending to The Forest

Dimitri and Byleth escape from the final story. She tells him "don't talk to me ever again". Dimitri respects her wishes and goes 0 contact. 10 years later, Dimitri becomes the president/prime minister and his first act of office is to send Byleth a letter with an official pardon for her felony and removal from the SO database. He attaches a note saying "I'm sorry for contacting you, but you had to receive this. I will never bother you again."

J: Write or describe an alternative ending to I sought for many things, and I only found DESPAIR

For the longest time, the draft had this ending (TW suicide): Byleth returns to Dr. Seteth after Dimitri kills himself because his love is unrequited and life really isn't getting better. Byleth thinks she's malfunctioning because she leaks out coolant liquid from her camera sockets and just says "That's...sad"

K: What's the angstiest idea you've ever come up with?

Angstiest idea… man. That’s tough. But probably the worst is a story where a girl gets arranged-married to some dude that only wants her as a trophy wife. Her One True Love vanishes without a trace. Eventually they reunite and her lover had forgotten her and married someone else. Like, 10ish years had passed and she even had a kid but she still clung on to “someday my true love will return” only to be utterly obliterated when she realizes that the person the loved most would never truly come back.

L: What's the weirdest AU you've ever come up with?

I’m pretty sure that the “Byleth is some kind of alien that absorbs people into their collective consciousness and Dimitri is sad he's not getting mindsucc’d until the end where he gets to actually be one with them”, is probably the weirdest one I’ve made so far, yeah.

The second weirdest AU is probably the bullet-point ramble I got somewhere where Dimitri ends up pregante (actual system undecided, but its byleth’s). He finds out before Corny tries to sentence him so he flees and gives birth alone in some forest and almost bleeds to death. Man.

N: Is there a fic you wish someone else would write (or finish) for you?

Man, I really want a fic set in SS where Dimitri survives (somehow) and Byleth takes him in as her super-secret husband and he gets to be a stay-at-home dad and just relax and not worry about King-ing… that, or any of my requests from the dmlth winter exchange jejeje

O: How do you begin a story—with the plot, or the characters?

I almost always start with the plot. Or what I call “the bullet list” of what I wanna see in a fic. Generally I just make this bullet list in a single sesh, just to keep the ideas fresh. When writing I can cut out or take detours, but I do like having some idea of where I’m going.

Q: Do you have any discarded scenes/storylines/projects?

I have A LOT of them, but I do my best to keep "my scraps" just in case I might need them later on. Here's a little sample of one of the scraps from Wolf Lord:

When she grabbed his arm and lifted it just a bit to correct his stance, he felt himself burning, burning, burning. But why? He had never felt that way before?  Something about her touch was like fire. Or like thunder. It burned, it seared and it made him shake like a leaf in the wind. “—Good job.” She said, petting his head. What. “Professor—” It was over far too quick. He wanted her to run her hands through his hair, to whisper in his ear, to— “You should cool down,” she said. “You’re overheating.” Oh, she didn’t know just how much he was overheating just being near her. She made him burn inside.

S: Any fandom tropes you can't resist?

I am an absolutely SLUT for the “hey sad person I care about, you want some food/water? Make sure you take something and just take it easy” thing. Those little acts of service. Taking the time to just sit next to someone and look at them in the eyes and just... being there and trying to gently coax them into doing something really basic that can help them get their minds off their pain by putting something easy to do within arm's reach. It’s in everything I make.

U: A pairing you might like to write for, but haven't tried yet.

In my own time, I'm pretty much a monoshipper and most of my attention is stuck on dmlth. But I have been toying around with the idea of a side story for Wolf Lord ft. the sideships, more specifically the Felix ones. But I'm not suuuper bothered about it.

#silvercoldbrew #silverfic:wl

[just-screaming]

I'm just being productive

#fr though #ive been told i look so serious and focused #when in reality im just #thinking about scenarios w my f/o #ESPECIALLY LISTENING TO MUSIC #i listened to one song that made me think of a reunited lovers au #ITS SO GOOD IM INTERNALLY SOBBING #but yeah #sorry Ms im not a hard working individual #just a simp 😔😔 #screaming doods #f/o #self ship community #self ship #self shipping #self insert #fictional other #selfship art

[sehunniepotwrites]

a day of firsts | j.jh

🎄SYNOPSIS— You didn’t think your first day back at NC Toys would lead to a  boy asking you out on a date, but hey, you weren’t complaining, even if he was dressed in a Nutcracker suit. 🎄GENRE— christmas!au, fluff, humor 🎄PAIRING—jung jaehyun x female!reader 🎄WARNING—cursing, sexual innuendos  🎄WORD COUNT— 2633

It was the first of December and you were heading to your favorite seasonal job: a worker at the famous NC Toys. 

As a lover of Christmas, your younger self always dreamed of working at that famous toy store. You had made so many cherished memories there with your family— moments running through the aisles, waiting in line to talk to Santa, drinking hot chocolate to keep yourself warm, and playing with the people dressed in nutcracker costumes. You loved it all and now, you were about to start your second season at the shop. A rush of excitement hit you as you gave yourself a last-minute check in the mirror. 

You smoothed down the material of your work uniform: an ugly Christmas sweater with a red flared skirt that ended an inch above the knee. Placing a beanie over your head and slipping on your winter coat, you grabbed your bag and keys with a skip in your step.

Locking the door to your apartment, you hurried your way down the staircase and into the winter cold. Something cold nipped at your exposed nose and you looked up to see small specks of snow fall from the sky. A wide grin took over your lips— the first day back on the job and it was the first snowfall of the season. 

You extended a hand towards the sky, hoping to catch a snowflake on your fingertips. Unaware of your surroundings, you weren’t able to catch a tall figure charging his way down the sidewalk. His strong build bumped into yours, sending you down into a pile of snow. The cold seeped through your stockings, wetting the material and you groaned— what would your manager say when you clocked in with a damp uniform? 

“Ow, my shoulder,” a deep voice whispered.

You looked up to see a bundled up man with a bright red coat hanging on his forearm stopping in front of you for a second. He had a black beanie covering his flattened caramel hair but the tips of his red ears peeked out of the hat. You only caught a glimpse of his face but he sure looked handsome in his laid-back fit. He made no moves to help you up— he only stared blankly at your fallen form. 

His dusty eyelashes flickered against his rosy cheeks as he blinked at your figure. “Why are you just looking at me like that?” You whined, slipping on the snow as you attempted to get up. 

His brown eyes widened and the boy quickly bowed his head as he continued his way down the walkway. 

“I’m sorry!” his melodic voice called out. If it weren’t for the unfortunate situation, his voice sounded as sweet as the treats left for Santa. 

“Hey!” you glared at him from your place on the freezing ground. “The least you could do is help me up, you asshole!”

“Sorry,” the handsome boy yelled over his shoulder. He gave you a bright grin, a silver of a dimple coming out to play. “I’m running late for my first day at my new job!”

You watched his figure disappear as you pushed yourself off the sidewalk. “Ugh, how rude,” you muttered as you brushed the snow off your clothing. After checking the floor for any dropped items, you continued on your way to work. You took a second to check your watch for the time and you gasped to see that your shift started in less than fifteen minutes.

Cursing, you quickened your pace, trying to ignore the cold air hitting your skin. You ran into many people along the way as it was the first weekend of the Christmas season; many families were out and about carrying shopping bags filled with intended presents. You murmured more than a couple of half-hearted apologies before you finally made it in front of NC Toys.

Your hands rested against your lap as you huffed for air. Your face was flushed with heat as you tried to calm down your pounding heart— a clear reminder to get back in shape in case this happened again. 

Glancing up, your eyes landed on the teddy bear shaped door handles and the rush of childlike excitement returned. You pushed the doors open only to be hit with the warmth of the store’s heater and Christmas music blasted through the speakers. The bright holiday displays were already set up and parents gathered their children in front of them for pictures. The sounds of delightful laughter filled the room as you continued your way to the back of the store. The familiar scents of gingerbread cookies and peppermint reached your nose and you breathed it in while passing the store’s famed cafe, making a note to drop by during your break. 

You took a glance at a decorated stage in the middle of the store. It was surrounded by nutcrackers and fake pine trees but the stage itself was empty— that was weird. You didn’t remember this set up last year. Shrugging that thought off, you continued going on your way to the back, walking by all the thrilled children waiting to meet Santa. 

Successfully making it into the employee break room, you stripped yourself of your outerwear and  set your belongings down in a locker. Just as you were going to clock in, someone pounced on you from behind with a high-pitched giggle. You knew that voice anywhere.

“Joy!” you squealed, tugging your friend into your arms. Your tall and beautiful friend laughed into the embrace, happy to be reunited with her work wife.

“Second season in a row, baby!” she yelled as she clocked in on the desktop. The system deployed her first assignment and she stepped aside for you to do the same.

“The dynamic holiday duo is back,” you chuckled while clocking in right on time. You grabbed your first assignment and groaned.

“Aww, why the groan?” Joy asked, peeking over to see what you were deployed to do.

“Clean and monitor the stage area, how boring,” you muttered. “Guess they have too many people on the floor right now.” 

Your friend hugged your side, “Aww, I’m at registers but at least you get to see the new nutcracker!”

“Who?” You raised an eyebrow at her. 

“There’s a new nutcracker this year— oh my god, even with all that blush on, he’s so hot,” she said, fanning her face. “Perfectly sculpted face and from what I saw, pretty nice arms, too.”

“First day back and you’re already on the hunt for eye candy?”

Joy gave you a pointed look, “Listen, if you saw him, you would totally fall for him, too.” You rolled her eyes at that comment. You were there to work and Joy was obviously there for other pressing reasons. 

“Mhm, what I’d do just to lick his candy cane,” she muttered under her breath. 

Shrieking, you slapped her arm. “Joy!”

“With a peppermint cond—”

You let out a louder squeal, hands moving to clamp her mouth. 

“I’m just saying,” she said into your hand, licking your palm when you kept it on her mouth for far too long. Wiping your now wet hand onto your skirt, you glared at your friend and she innocently smiled back. 

Someone from behind cleared their throat. You and your friend turned on your heels to find your manager on duty, Kyungsoo, giving you an unamused look. “Day one of the job and I already find you two gossiping like little school girls instead of working?”

Joy sent him a sheepish smile, “Sorry, boss.” You repeated her apology in the same tone, hands playing with the edge of your red velvety skirt. 

He sighed and pointed his finger to the door. “Go,” he commands with an authoritative voice and you scramble out the room with Joy right at your tail. You stopped at the stage area, surprised to see more nutcrackers on display than what you saw just five minutes prior. 

Huh. Weird.

Joy let out a flirtatious giggle the moment she skipped past, shooting a wink at you. Or behind you? You honestly weren’t too sure. Someone coughed behind you but you only saw the stationary nutcrackers. 

Did someone pass by? 

Shrugging at the odd interaction, you sighed upon seeing the area you were assigned to clean. Loose Christmas ornaments surrounded the fake trees, the ropes lining the stage were in the wrong place, and the uniforms of the nutcracker displays weren’t as prim and proper as they usually were. One by one, you hung the ornaments back onto the trees and aligned the ropes, taking you around ten minutes. You whistled along to Christmas songs playing in the background mimicked the announcements that rang through the speakers, having them memorized since the last season. It was an odd habit but it helped fill the void of working by yourself. 

Glancing at your watch, you had ten minutes until the first nutcracker show of the day— you pondered if the new guy Joy was talking about would be part of the spectacular. Stopping yourself, you wondered why you even cared— you were there to earn money not to get attached to a pretty boy that just stood there to take pictures.

Walking to the first of the nutcrackers, you started to fiddle with its skewed uniform. Taking note of its condition, you noticed that there were rips in the costume and faded paint on its face. You clicked your tongue— you had to bring that up to Kyungsoo later. It looked sloppy compared to the shinier ones on display. 

“Five minutes until our Nutcracker Spectacular! Please come to our center stage!” Joy’s cheerful voice boomed through the store’s sound system. You heard the chatter of the crowd approaching your area, sending you into a panic. You needed to finish up with the last nutcracker before the audience arrived.

Making your way to the one standing closest to the stage, you realized this nutcracker looked different than the others lining the area. It’s face was so realistic— it almost looked like a real person. The nutcracker has the brownest of eyes and full eyelashes that highlighted his glossy orbs. There was this rosy blush painted on its cheeks along with a constellation of freckles that brought out the nutcracker’s porcelain complexion. Soft tresses of caramel hair peaked out of its long black hat and you felt tempted to comb the stray strands back but you were running extremely low on time. 

“Geez, this one is such an upgrade compared to the other ones. It looks so real. We need more nutcrackers that look like this,” you said to yourself.

If you were paying more attention, you would have seen the figure you were working on holding back a chuckle.

Your hands immediately reached out to dust some snow off the nutcracker’s chest. Why the display had traces of snow on their uniform, you didn’t know— they never made their way outside the store. Straightening the medals on its breast, you realized this display was sturdier than the others. Must be new material. 

Your nimble fingers danced to the nutcracker’s high collar to fix a piece of stubborn material that was folded down. The warmth of your hand brushed against its neck and you thought you were seeing things when the nutcracker slightly shifted. You blinked before carrying on.

The crowds were approaching fast and you were almost finished. You tugged on the red coat’s sleeves, making sure there were no wrinkles on the material before stepping back to admire your handy work.

“Wow, this one’s really handsome,” you said aloud, before moving forward to fix one last crooked medal. 

Just as your hand touched the decoration, it— rather, he spoke. “Ma’am, I know I’m handsome but could you please stop touching me?” 

“Jesus fucking Christ!” you shrieked so loud, the incoming crowd all turned in your direction. You clamped your shaking hand over your mouth and backed away. 

The boy in the nutcracker sent you a quirk of a smile, the tips of his pink lips turned up to reveal a dip in his painted cheek. “Yes, that is the name of the Christmas birthday boy,” he amusedly whispered. 

“Why didn’t you say anything?” you hissed back, heat rising to your cheeks. 

“And stop a cutie from calling me handsome? Nah,” he teased, his tone playful and flirty. Aware of the crowd and the Christmas Carol loop stopping, you quickly turned your head and began to walk away. You were stopped, however, by a warm hand to your wrist. It was a minimal movement, not to attract the attention of the big crowd— he didn’t want to ruin the magic of the upcoming show.

“Wait,” he muttered, doing his best to keep his lip closed. “I just wanted to say sorry for bumping into you earlier, I didn’t want to be late for this— I’ve wanted this job for a while.” 

Your eyes searched his sincere ones as his ears flushed with a burning red. “You were the rude guy from before,” you stated in a hushed whisper, your mind flashing back to the handsome stranger. 

“Can I make it up to you?” He tugged on the sleeve of your ugly sweater.

“How would you do that?” your voice flirted back. Wait, where did that confidence come from?

“We clocked in around the same time, yeah?” You nodded in reply.

“How about we take our break together at the cafe? Grab some some cookies and hot cocoa— I’ll pay,” he shyly offered, his confidence disappearing for a short moment. If he wasn’t on stage with an audience, he would be rubbing the back of his neck to deal with his sudden burst of nerves.

“Sounds like a date,” you giggled. The boy released the material of your sleeve, his fingers lighting brushing against yours. You squeezed your hand at the fluttering feels that sent shivers down your spine. 

“One minute before our Nutcracker Spectacular!” Joy’s voice ran through the speakers again.

“Well, I’ll be watching, Nutcracker,” you winked. 

“Jaehyun,” he blurted back.

“Hmm?”

“That’s my name,” he smiled, “Jaehyun.”

“Well then, break a leg, Jaehyun.” Another wink and a smile and you quickly make your way out of the crowd to stand behind the bustle of people. 

The show goes off without a hitch— the children were amazed at the handsome nutcracker coming to life when a girl playing Clara came on stage. They sang familiar Christmas songs, danced with gorgeous smiles on their faces, and laughed happily at the audience interactions. You had fun simply watching them from the back. The best part, though, was when Jaehyun would look over at you and charm you with the brightest grin as he sang. 

Jaehyun braved himself to sing a line with his gleaming eyes directed straight at you. “All I want for Christmas is you,” his baritone voice projected through the microphone. You bit back a smile as he sent you a shameless wink. A few teenage girls in front of you swooned, thinking it was for them, and you shook your head with a ghost of a smile.

Maybe keeping the stage area clean wasn’t that bad of an assignment as you thought it would be. After all, you had some great eye candy in the form of a handsome nutcracker that kept glancing your way.

Checking your watch, you had another two hours until your first break and you couldn’t wait for it to come. And by the looks of it, Jaehyun couldn’t wait either. 

What a way to ring in the holiday season— first shift back at your favorite job, first snowfall of the year, and a first date with a cute nutcracker who won your heart with a corny Christmas song.

🎄AUTHOR’S NOTE— happy december 1st, y’all! i wrote this a month ago and i’m so happy i can finally post it! more fics coming your way this month! stay tuned! uwu

#neowritingsnet #cznnet #christmas!au #jung jaehyun #jaehyun #jaehyun scenarios #jaehyun imagines #jaehyun x reader #jaehyun fluff #nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct x reader

[sichengtual]

jihoon had never really felt the need for a travel buddy, until he finds himself alone in europe on christmas night. cheers to long lost friends and warm strudels! 

— pairing: lee jihoon x reader.

— au: friends to lovers, writer!jihoon. 

— genre: fluff.

— word count: 1864.

— song: we all fall in love sometimes — elton john.

this is for linh, from your tct secret santa! i really enjoyed writing this for you, and i hope you’re having a merry christmas and some very happy holidays! 

The scene in front of him is almost a perfect one. Sitting down in the middle of a cheery café, Jihoon can’t help but wonder what it would take to complete the picture. 

There’s a strong scent of freshly brewed coffee rising from his cup, meeting his nose in the form of thick, creamy wisps of warm steam. He can see them clearly in this lighting; soft, color-tinged light coming from the stained glass lamps that almost cover the entire roof, illuminating the entire place like a sort of luminous kaleidoscope. Just like every Christmas night (according to a bright red flyer pasted on the door), a live band plays instrumental covers of famous festive pieces, accompanied with the occasional singing of the clients. There’s the distinctive sound of an espresso machine mixing in with the music, all blending together with happy cheers and excited conversations. 

The place was nothing fancy; full of small families and large groups of friends. Everyone is happily drinking from a colorful assortment of cups that assured each and every one of the clients held a different one, including Jihoon’s pastel blue mug, and snacking on the varied home-made pastries. 

In the end, the only person Jihoon could see sitting alone in the vivid establishment is himself. Everyone around him is talking loudly to one another, laughing at inside jokes in words he can’t really understand if he’s not actively focusing on it. 

He can see people passing by from the large window in the opposing wall, the stars in the night sky shining bright over their heads, and it strikes him: he’s by himself, in a foreign country, being alone in all the possible senses of the word. There’s really not much he can do except sip on his coffee and write along in his notebook, listening to the music and occasionally looking up to appreciate the carved wood decorations laid all over the cabinets. 

He had, much to all of his friends’ dismay, hopped on a plane in an effort to cure his writer’s block with a bit of foreign inspiration, looking for new, exciting people that could somehow inspire new, exciting stories. And he had been successful, or at least effective, no matter how much he wishes he could have someone to share a cup of coffee with in the middle of a bursting restaurant. 

“Jihoon? Do you mind if I join you?” He hears, and can’t help but think of the irony behind his last thought and the incoming question. 

The voice comes to him like a flashback from his past: from breaks spent together in highschool, sharing snacks while sitting down on the staircase. It’s soft as he thinks back of a childhood spent together but an adulthood spent apart, of old friends separated by the harsh passing of time. 

“The waiter said there aren’t any free tables left, but since we’re both alone, I thought we could share. He offered me a place at the bar, but it’s right next to where the band is playing. ” 

He’s not sure what to answer, because he’s not even sure what to think. He’s surprised, wide-eyed like a deer in the headlights as he looks up at you, recognizing you as he thinks of how different you look. 

“Alone?” Jihoon asks, finally finding his voice as he closes his notebook. “How did you know?” 

“I saw you through the window,” the voice adds. “That… sounds weird, sorry. What I mean is I was waiting to get in and saw you while I was in the queue. A table for one is not that hard to recognize.”

Jihoon nods. “Sit down, it’s alright.” 

And so you do, looking all over the place as you do in an attempt to take everything in. Because honestly, your surroundings are a lot to process when you think of all the colors, sounds and scents mixing in like some sort of surrealist artwork you still don’t understand. You try to divert your eyes from the guy sitting in front of you, his platinum blonde hair falling over his face as he looks down and writes in his notebook. 

“I’ve never been here,” you comment. 

And Jihoon looks up, because even though you had asked to accompany him at the table, he wasn’t really expecting a conversation. He always welcomed one, though. 

“Me neither,” he says. “I’m just here on vacation.” 

“Yeah, me too,” you answer.

“On the holidays?” 

“Well, what a better place to experience the season’s magic than getting to travel the world, don’t you think?”

The waiter arrives. Following your old friend’s advice, you order a latte and a warm apple strudel (the latter being a suggestion from the waiter because, after all, it was the house specialty). Jihoon gets a refill for his coffee and a pastry just like yours before the waiter walks away after being called to another table. 

“Are you writing?” You ask, pointing to the small notebook as you take off your scarf. It’s burning hot against your neck now that you’ve finally found refuge from the cold. 

Jihoon nods. “I’m working on a story. That’s the reason I’m here.” 

“A Vienna love story?” 

“Could be. I… still don’t know the route it will take,” he confesses. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see the waiter finally passing your order to the baristas. “I’m just jotting down ideas as they come to me.” 

“You always found inspiration in the strangest of places,” you say. Jihoon smiles at the words, a soft laugh accompanying them. “A whole different country, for example.”

In all honesty, Jihoon had never thought he’d ever see you again. You had moved away for college and never really met up again, both of you way too busy with your own lives to find some middle ground. Or even look for it. He had buried himself in trying to write the next big literary classic, and you were completely dedicated to doing your own thing. In the end, it had all seemed way more demanding than trying to catch up with the person that used to steal your blueberry jelly-beans when you were kids. 

You look away from him as your coffee arrives. The moment you set your eyes on it you’re happy you listened to Jihoon’s advice, the creamy foam on top showcasing a clearly drawn tulip. You’re also met with a steaming, puffy bun covered in fine powdered sugar, some of it instantly melting as a product of the heat. 

“I never expected to find you here,” you comment as you empty a small packet of sugar into your coffee. “I mean, no one expects to find their old childhood friend while vacationing in Europe, but still. It’s a nice surprise.” 

And he agrees, because out of his entire trip, seeing you here had been what had taken him by surprise the most. It almost felt like going back in time, or being in an alternate universe, following a completely different timeline. Somehow, being with you inside a small, quaint café in downtown Vienna feels like a big what if, completely different from the route your lives had taken. 

It seems like a story told by a different narrator, actions improvised and producing an entirely different outcome. And it feels nice. 

“It’s weird,” he says. He takes a sip of his coffee, feeling the warm beverage travel down his throat, soothing it. “I don’t know if it will sound crazy, or just extremely weird, but it almost feels as if time hasn’t passed at all.” 

“What, are you still stuck in the marvelous nineteen’s?” You joke. He smirks in your direction as a retort to your words.

“It just feels way too familiar, even when it’s entirely different,” he adds. 

“It’s just us having been good friends, once upon a time,” you say. “I guess the bond still exists, even if it’s buried deep inside.”

You notice him staring as you bite into your strudel, but you don’t really make anything out of it, because as he looks at you under the colorful light, he knows what the what if refers to. What if he had told you how he felt back then? How we was completely in love with you, knowing you like the back of his hand and thinking he really could see himself sharing his life with you as he always had. 

“Oh, I read your book when it came out last year!” You comment excitedly, once you’ve swallowed down the treat. “I can’t believe I was childhood friends with this generation’s Shakespeare.”

Jihoon laughs, feeling the blood rising to his cheeks. “It’s not that big of a deal.”

“No, it was amazing!” You continue. “You were always so amazingly talented. Even my mom read it, and you know the only things she ever reads are the nutritional tabs when she goes grocery shopping.” 

“God, do you remember going grocery shopping with your mom, though?” 

“You were always her favorite, she kept buying you those chilli powder candies in exchange of you backing her up with her choice of chips.”

“I can’t believe I agreed on buying family-sized sour cream chips only on the promise of tangy chilli powder candies.” 

And he laughs. He laughs, wholeheartedly, throwing his head back as he feels a weight finally being lifted from his shoulders. He laughs, to his entire soul’s content, for once being able to get lost in the feeling of it. It’s a feeling he knows, a feeling he misses, and it feels like coming home. Somehow, despite being miles and years away, your smile has brought him back to days spent in the sun, basking in the warmth of the summer. 

He looks at you, a big grin plastered on both of your faces, a direct aftermath of the laughter, and he can’t help but feel like he’s just been given a second chance. It’s not that he doesn’t believe in coincidences, but as you look back at him, smiling as wide as your face allows, it almost feels as if the entire universe has conspired in reuniting you, once again, on Christmas night in a foreign country. 

The band begins to play a very familiar song, one he can easily recognize even when the words sung are not ones he understands. But it speaks of home, and of love, and it’s finally, once and for all, something he can be completely sure he’s feeling. 

And so he opens his notebook, his pen rolling effortlessly over the thick, creamy paper as he writes down the title of his next novel, undoubtedly his biggest hit to date. His first ever dedication, completely inspired by the moment he’s sharing with you. And the moments he hopes will come. 

It’s a tale of two lovers separated by the cruel will of life, finally finding each other a thousand moonlights since their ways had parted. It’s a tale of hope, of love conquering even with the odds completely not in its favor. It’s a tale of luck, after all, of second chances finally allowing for happiness. 

He smiles when he reads the words.  

Coffee, Vienna, and love regained.

#tct secret santa #svtsource #caratwritersclub #seventeen scenarios #jihoon scenarios #woozi scenario #seventeen scenario #woozi scenarios #jihoon scenario #seventeen x reader #svt scenarios #svt fluff #woozi fluff #svt scenario #svt x reader #woozi x reader #mar.writing

[sennextheassasinkingoflight]

The Bard and The Witcher

So, here’s that soulmate song based fix it fic I wrote last night. I hope you all enjoy it. Can be read as platonic or romantic Geraskier Rated T for mild swearing as per AO3 guidelines, probably could have gone with General but ehh. 

This story was highly inspired by "Welly Boots" by The Amazing Devil. If it looks like a line came from the song it probably did! There is one or two direct quotes, and a lot of pulls. So if it even looks like it came from the song it did and give full credit and praise to Joey Batey and the rest of The Amazing Devil for creating it!Also this I realize is a song-fic turned soulmate au, fix-it- fic gone wild. I reference A few other soulmate tropes early on, and I don't remember where they all came from. If you recognize them and know where they came from will you pretty please drop me a comment so I can give proper respects to the authors and make sure to cite/source/ recommend them properly??? Shout out to Thatrandomace who wrote "And The Sky Was Finally Blue" I make mention of the trope from this story in mine. It's an excellent story go read it. :) Thank you all so much! I hope you like this one. Cross posted on AO3 at SennexTheAssasinKingOfLight.

The Bard and The Witcher Everyone has a soulmate, this isn’t something that is debated. It is a fact. Everyone thinks that you know your soulmate by words written like ink on skin, by a symbol that represents them, by seeing color or the color of your soulmates eyes, by the way they smell, or any number of other methods. The truth is, when you meet your soulmate your souls become tied. Most people do not notice this event.There is no outward change, you may not be romantically inclined or involved with your soulmate. Some live their entire lives either never meeting their partner or they are in close enough proximity with them that they never feel the negative effects that lead to knowing one’s soulmate. When you leave your soulmate your soul stays behind with them (See the final note). Likewise theirs remains with you. Should you and your soulmate become separated by great distances and time it is likely that both parties will die unless they are reunited. This near death experience is often the only way to know your soulmate.

Sometimes if one partner is recorded as being especially strong or especially emotionless then they often survive the separation. Witchers, for instance, always survive this separation while their partners do not. It is thought this is because of their mutinigans or perhaps because of their training. Whatever the reason, it is unknown. You may be wondering if there is any other way than this near death experience for soulmates to know if they’ve met. There is not, save perhaps the whispering of children. Usually one does not know about their soul tie until they’ve begun to die, after they have seperated. However, there is time to be reunited before death occurs.

Separated, soulmates often state that they noticed changes in their behaviors. Those that were reunited noted that they believe the changes in themselves were those that their partner records as having lost. It starts as a little thing, with their souls not near, they begin to lose parts of themselves. It may be as simple as a desire that is usually very strong, such as the desire to watch the sunrise, and then it will grow until parts of their very beings fade. By then it is often too late to find one's soulmate. For most, they have but two months when they’ve begun to lose their essence, their main personality traits, their desire and will to live. It is of note that some scholars believe that the soul left behind often manifests as a ghost, a spirit or spectre, that cannot be killed by a Witcher or otherwise.

Should members of the soul tie find one another all damage is repairable over time. In one another's company they often grow stronger and healthier. Note, that the length of time recorded for members of a soul tie to die is veritable and has been reported to change depending on three major aspects of the partners relationship. The first is the length and duration of time the soulmates have known one another, the intimacy of their relationship regardless of its nature (Romantic or otherwise), and the way by which they depart from one another’s company.

Should soulmates meet briefly and in passing they are likely to live a near normal duration of life. This is believed to be because the souls have become tangled but do not know the others as more than a stranger passing by. These often go unnoticed, and undocumented. As such there is little more to be said on the matter. Also note, because soulmate relationships are not always intimate, that this may play a part in strangers meetings. How can one be tied to one they do not know?

Should soulmates know one another for a long time and depart on loving and mutual terms it takes a much longer duration of time for the soulmates to pass. They often are not burdened by personality changes or the other effects of the separation, especially if the intent to reunite is strong between both parties.

Should they know one another for a long period of time and depart in anger, and non mutual desire, death is likely to arrive much quicker for both parties.

It is often recorded that in such cases where the soulmates have known one another for long periods of time that as they die and their desires fade, they take on and exchange traits with their soulmate. We speculate that this is the way by which the gods may attempt to draw soulmates back to one another. It is usually subtle and unless soulmates recognize these traits they may never be reunited with their partners. However, if they do recognize the traits, and ‘hauntings’ of the others spirit, they may yet have time to reunite.

One final note on soulmates, it is believed strongly that children, newborns to slightly older children , 0-7 can see your soulmate's spirit as it follows you. Consistent reports from children is what leads to the belief that the hauntings that soulmates report in their partners absence is in fact their soulmates soul. Some rare adults have also reported this phenomenon. Often these adults are free spirits that are not bound by the laws of normalcy and maintain a love for the beauty of the world around them.

Adults like me, dear reader.

This is the story of a bard named Jaskier and his witcher Geralt of Rivia.

The Bard and The Witcher.

At the time of their deplorable and heart wrenching separation neither knew they were so bonded. They had traveled apart at times, sometimes for long increments, but at those times they always intended to reunite even if they were unaware of their own desires. Eventually the days turned to weeks and both remained largely unfazed.

The poet anguished and from his pain brought forth into this world such well-known and beloved songs as “Her Sweet Kiss” among others. He continued to play for courts and taverns, inns, and any who would listen. He played until his voice broke and his fingers ached, he danced until his legs gave way beneath him. Eventually the bard regained himself, though his identity would be forever tied to his witcher.  After all, twenty two years of companionship is not so easily forgotten. For a while he returned to teach at oxenfurt as an alumni and one day decided to leave. He would go to the coast. I believe this decision was made when he began to notice the small changes becoming greater, when the soul following him was more attentive.

Alternatively the witcher's anger eventually ebbed away and guilt took its place. He often brooded and sulked as was his custom and habit before the viscount turned bard had begun traveling with him. Often he found himself listening for news of the bard sometimes this made him feel – he would not admit it to anyone – at these times he would find a beast of one kind or another and expand his energy by dispatching it with reckless abandon and unbridled restraint. The result was new scars on an already marred flash.

T’was narry six months past their departure that the Bard and the Witcher began to notice changes in their case, unlike previous recorded cases, the symptoms (shall we call them dear reader?) are more prominent and drastic from the start. We may attribute this to the very passionate nature of the lover bard and the overprotective silent fondness the witcher most definitely harbors for him. The bard found that he often wanted to speak less and the witcher more. The Bard enjoyed company less, the witcher more. These were not subtle changes. The bard knowing and putting stock in the romanticized records that detail most accurately the tales of soulmates drew but one conclusion: That he had known his soulmate intimately and was now separate from them. It would be a little over a year before the full effects began to wear on either.

Even as he descended the mountain the bard felt as though he was being watched. When he looked there was never anything there. It was like there was something in the corner of his eye but when he turned to see it, it would jump out of his line of sight. It was fast. But it was there. He didn’t know what it was, only that there was a presence with him at all times. Whenever he looked in the mirror he’d catch the briefest flash of a shadow. It didn’t frighten him. Sometimes he could swear he could feel the coolest touch against his skin. This touch did not occur often so when it did it often elicited a reaction from the bard. Often the distraction saved him from some kind of dangerous circumstance. When he began to notice the shifts in his personality, he set out for the coast. He knew he hadn’t much time left for the world.

He arrived at the coast very near sunset. The horizon was painted in golds and reds. He hated it. It made him angry the way gold and red reflected on the water. And yet, there was something haunting and beautiful about it. It reminds him of the day he thinks he left his soulmate behind. He isn’t a fool. He settles in near a village. He doesn’t stay in it. This is easier with his sudden aversion to people. He still composes and he still sings, and plays with all the fervor he ever had. This he hasn’t lost yet. So he knows that while his life is fading and the colors are muting around him, he has time still.

One night while playing for a gathering in the city square the bard nearly has a heart attack. He’s playing something for the people to dance to. They’ve started asking him to play at event’s like tonight's wedding. So of course he agrees. He’s coming to the end of the song and he fumbles a note, regains his composure and continues. A fellow musician gives him a look but he just shrugs and looks back at the corner of the square occupied by 3 young children and what looks like Geralt, only it can’t be. He’d know if the witcher was here. He can’t hear anything from this distance. So he watches, and then as Geralt turns his back on them to go wherever he intends to go one of them tries to catch him by his leg, the child falls through. Geralt smiles the kind of smile that is reserved for children and on occasion Jaskier. Gently he kneels down and says something. He swallows, his mouth suddenly very dry. He had thought, but now he knew. Geralt was his soulmate and his soul had saved his life, had put shivers down his spine, had walked beside him all these months. He turns back to the musicians. He has to focus. People are looking at him strangely so he smiles too large and sings louder.

The children approached him sometime later. One of them, a short boy with freckles hands him a light blue Forget Me Not with a Yellow dandelion.

“I was asked to please give these to you. But I can't tell you who told me Mister. He said it was a secret.” Jaskier kneels to be at eye level with them,

“Thank you. I think I know who they are from.” He smiles a bit sadly, eyes soft and understanding. Underneath it all is just a touch of anger. Anger that one man could steal his entire life. He had given it freely enough and then it was tossed aside like a chicken bone after supper. And now, that same man would be the reason for his death.

“ He also said to tell you,” the little girl chimes in putting her hands behind her back and bouncing on the balls of her bare feet, “that a storm is coming and you need to make sure you have your books in order.”

“He said somtin about the orners too.” The other boy, missing a few teeth, says happily.

“Really? Well I have a way of waterproofing my books when I’m done with a song. Maybe that's what he meant. And you little miss, if a storm is coming you ought to put your storm boots on.”

“I’ve lost em Mister.”

“Lost them? Well then you ought to put on a heavy cloak at least. Else you’ll be soaked right through.”

Then he stands and corrals them back to their parents. A glance at the horizon tells him that there is a physical storm coming, but the mess in his head and his heart tell him perhaps it’s an entirely different kind of storm. When he returns to his home, a sturdy little shack with a fire pit in the middle, a table and two chairs on one side and bed on the other, a small wardrobe beside it and a small shelf with kitchen supplies, he falls tiredly into his bed. Absently he sets his lute against the wardrobe from his perch atop his blankets. Eventually he sits up and removes his boots.

“I know you’re there. I saw you with the children earlier. I know you can hear me. I think you can anyways. There aren't many recordings of adults seeing their soulmates' souls. Can you talk to me? Oh come on. Seriously? Is there a rule that says you can’t let me see you? All these months knowing you were there, but never seeing you. Please just come out from wherever you're hiding.” Geralt’s spirit does. It stands before him with a cocked head and calculating gaze.

“So you can show yourself.” A stiff nod is all the response he gets. “Oh. Just as silent then. Or maybe I can’t hear you.” The spirit says something but he can’t hear it. “Well then, at least I can see you I suppose. Does he or, er, you know that we’re bonded?” A hesitation, a scowl, and finally a nod. “ Huh, I wonder if he’ll come looking after me. I mean Witchers don’t die from separation like the rest of us do. He probably doesn’t care enough to bother. Besides he doesn't put much stock in this kind of thing anyways.” The spirit frowns and shakes its head vigorously, but Jaskier only laughs. He is at peace. He won’t go seeking the other out.

He begins to change and the witcher's spirit turns his back. “Oh, really. Interesting. Your welcome to stay where I can see you, and you don’t have to, oh whatever. Do as you please.” Geralt's soul turns back to him and nods. He perches on the end of Jaskier’s bed that night, and as the days go by he takes to laying beside him with an arm around him. And though Jaskier can’t feel it it is oddly comforting.

He sees the way the spirit smiles at him when he plays. He can see the way he interacts with the children The little girl from before approaches him while he plays. He leans down to hear her speak. They’re out on the beach collecting shells, and he is just enjoying the day. The salt ruins his strings and he has to take great care in cleaning his instrument when he's done, but it’s worth it to watch the children dance in the sand.

“He,” she looks over her shoulder at the spectre, “Asked me to tell you he’s proud of you, the way you’ve grown up.” She says giggling and running away. He sputters fingers playing several wrong chords before he stops all together. The witcher's spirit openly laughs at him in silence. Jaskier can’t help but smile back.  

He can feel his desire to play begin to ebb. It won't be long now. This is the most important part of himself. That night he gets drunk and he plays louder and more energetically than he has in a very long time. Suddenly it’s like he is young all over again. He plays and sings with the energy he had when he first began, loud and long into the night. His voice rumbles through the room. Geralt's ghost smiles and watches him from the dark corners of the room.

Soon after his health begins to fail. He takes to sitting in the small garden he’s made and listening to the waves or remaining in bed. He still plays, gently to himself, but the music doesn’t come as easily as it once did. One of the villagers takes care of him. She asks if she can write anyone for him. If he knows who his soulmate is. He smiles softly, a bit sadly, and weeps. “ He sent me away long ago. I do not think he will come for me, even should a letter find him. Thank you though.” She frowns and leaves him for the day. When she has gone he has conversations with Geralt's ghost. The spirit is sad, and Jaskier understands why. It will remain in this world and he will not. He was very good at working out the other’s meanings. “Don’t look at me like that, you’ll have my soul won’t you? Will it stay here?” The Spirit nods with pursed lips. Unhappy.

I learned later, dear reader, that at about these same times, a similar occurrence happened with the witcher.

Geralt often heard one sided conversations around him since being seperated from Jaskier. They always came from children. Young children. Usually they were innocent enough conversations but they made him stop and wonder. Such as the one now. There was no one with these children. They were at their own table in the inn. They kept looking at him and smiling. He smiled back and promptly looked away; he didn’t need upset parents. So he turned his ear toward them instead and listened.

“What’s it like?” “Like snowfall?” “Oh. love. Like when momma puts us to bed at night, or kisses my skinned knee?” “I get it. That's so magical.” “What are you Mister?” “A soul?” “A musician?” “Why can’t anyone else see you?” ``A soulmate….. yeah I can tell him.”  

“Fuck.” It’s a muttered whisper against his ale. He can put it together easily enough. Jaskier was his soulmate. His soul was speaking to those children and now the oldest, a boy around seven, is stalking toward him. He stiffens. “Mister Witcher I was told to tell you, “ That I’ll be with you all along, as long as you are kind To those who are not strong and cannot find —”” A surprised mother grabs his shoulders. “My Apologies Witcher.” “ S’fine.” He mutters with a polite nod. The scent of fear was on her but it was offset by simple uncertainty. Unlike the boy. He’d been unafraid. The next morning he set off into the brisk autumn woods.

It's been a very long time since he craved interaction with others, but it is more intense these days. He wishes he didn’t know who his soulmate was. It would be so much easier. He knows as a witcher he will survive their separation, and if it were someone else he wouldn’t feel the need to go find them. But this is Jaskier. And though he doesn’t understand why this separation has been the one to make the nature of their relationship known, he knows he can’t let Jaskier die. So he tries to think of where the bard would have gone. He knows he’d been a fool on the mountain. The least he could do was apologize, and stay near enough that Jaskier gets to live his life out completely. He is near Oxenfurt he realizes as he looks at the signpost at this junction. He sets his jaw and decides to make a stop. Maybe they’ll know something at the college.

They don’t. He has been gone a month. He’d just up and left one day after the end of the last set of courses. One of the professors suggests he tries the coast, he vaguely remembers a comment about salt water being bad for lute strings. So he heads towards the coast. He keeps his ears out for anything, any sign that the bard had come this way.

It’s cold, even to him. He pushes onward. The snow is nearly knee deep anywhere off the road. He’ll be at the sea in another day or two. He sets his jaw in determination and freezes when it feels like a heaviness has settled upon his shoulders, around his neck. He looks down and can see nothing there. He looks around. Strange things like this had been happening since the boy had approached him. He feels foolish, but it does feel warmer where the weight is, like he is wearing a scarf.

“Thank you.” he whispers to the wind and continues on.

Two night’s later he’s looking out upon the sea. The winter moon reflects brightly in dark and turning depths. The stars are hidden behind clouds. He enters an inn and is given a room. As he lays there that night, he realizes he has no idea which direction to go, up or down. He growls into his pillow. Then he freezes, it feels like there is a hand on his face, more accurately like his face is being cradled.

He sighs,“ I know you've come to the coast. I know I sent you away so you left me behind. I feel like I’m still standing on that mountain. How do I find you bard? Can you see my ghost? Hear it? That would be just right for you. You’d just be one of those rare cases.” He growls again staring at the ceiling. The feeling on his face shifts gently, like it’s trying to comfort or say something. The heat moves and rests over his heart instead. “I don’t understand.” He gruffs. “ I don’t speak in metaphors and allegories. I wish you could speak plainly. If you're even there. I can’t believe I am having a conversation with...”

He sleeps fitfully that night. He dreams of blue and yellow flowers, and of a town with a statue in its square. When he wakes he asks the innkeeper about such a town. She says yes, a few weeks down the road there is a town with a statue like that, she doesn’t know about the flowers though. She wishes him well, “Good luck hunting witcher” and turns away. He pauses, when was the last time he thought of killing something, of actively seeking out a creature, a contract. Suddenly he wonders how much time Jaksier has. He rides fast, as fast as he can to the next town. He sleeps little and eats less.

The Bard doesn’t have any idea that the Witcher has been seeking him out.  

“There's a man in town, causing a ruckus.” She says gently, as she enters Jaskiers house. “That so?” He smiles from where he is sitting up in bed. “Leave the door open.” “Yes. He was just riding into town as I left. Kicked over some crates in a fit of rage after asking one of the men something. He seemed rather upset about something. Very strong too.” He looks at her and furrows his brow. “What did he look like? I'm sure he means no harm.” Geralt's spirit is nodding at him, encouraging, making gestures that seem to say “go to town”. He smiles to himself, defending the man even now. Even when he doesn’t know it. “White hair, it was long. He had a beard. He was wearing all black and had two-” “Go and get him. Tell him Dandelion wishes to see him. Go, quickly. He should be calm when you say that. Please. Go!” There is urgency in his voice despite it’s tiredness. She looks at him with shock. “Your soulmate.” “Please. His name is Geralt.” His voice breaks and she runs from the door.

He tries to fight it but his eyes grow tired. He leans back against the headboard. A little nap wouldn’t hurt. But he wants to see Geralt, the flesh and blood Geralt. The spirit beside him is trying to keep him engaged. A warmth on his leg where his hand rests, keeps Jaskier grounded. But he knows there isn’t much time left. He knows today is his last day. He wants to see the sun on the ocean. Slowly he forces himself to his feet with a blanket wrapped around him. He holds himself against the wall for support and makes his way to the door. He smiles, and sits in the chair in his garden. His legs give out as soon as he makes it to the chair. He looks across the horizon, the sun will set with red and gold tonight, he can see the tinges of color in the air. It’s early evening. He smiles, and closes his eyes. He can hear a horse whiney nearby. He is proud of the witcher. So very proud. He sleeps.

When the Witcher discovered the bard with closed eyes in the garden he panicked. He is loath to admit such, but he did.

“Dandelion?” He calls, hurriedly dismounting Roach. Geralt kneels beside the smaller man and exhales a shaky breath, the bard is still breathing. He smiles gently. He looks to the woman that had brought him here.

“Thank you.”  She nods. “I’ll watch over him now.” “Of course. Please let me know if you need anything. You should stay near him at all times. I mean no offense Mister Witcher sir, only I know soulmates can die even near one another if it's too late.” “I’ll stay close.” She nods and begins her trek back to the village. He brushes stray locks from Jaskiers face. “Stay with me. I’m here. Stay here with me.” He whispers gently against his head, pressing a kiss to his temple. “Wake up so I can apologize and then tell you off for coming to the coast alone.” He pulls away and lifts the bard, the wind is beginning to blow. The salt stings his nose some but he ignores it. He will ignore it forever for Jaskier.

To pass the time, he tells stories to the sleeping bard, to the souls he isn’t sure are still there. Do they remain outside their bodies when soulmates are reunited? He doesn’t know. It doesn’t matter. He tells another story, recalls another memory and laughs at their past antics. He shivers despite himself when it feels like fingers have traced his spine.

“Damn it, Jaskier wake up. This isn’t fair. I won’t be alright if you don’t wake up. Jask. Please.” He stands and paces, keeping his back to the bard. He tries to focus on a different image and throw this one to the wind. “You’re light and I’ve let you become snuffed out. And I am selfish, how will I deal with people without you there to soften the blows, to fight for me?” He clenches his fists and his jaw. He’s very near crying, something he can’t remember having ever done. He never thought he would beg for someone to live and survive. He never thought he would need someone, but the thought of Jaskier dying, or it being his fault, it’s unbearably heavy.

“You’re strong enough to live on Geralt.” Jaskier whispers gently, half awake. A small smile tugging at his lips. Geralt smiles back. He holds Jaskiers hand until he falls asleep again. He has hope that the bard is getting better.

When the Bard finally awoke for good, it was to a very distraught witcher keeping vigil at his bedside.

“I’ll live, Geralt. Now please, water.” The witcher obeys and retrieves a glass for him. He drinks slowly.  Jaskier knows he will follow the witcher wherever he goes. But until he is well, he intends to make Geralt work for his spoken forgiveness. His heart has already forgiven the other.

A few years later, Jaskier walks barefoot through the sand with a smile on his face. Geralt has been specifically asked for a contract. They don’t separate often, usually Jaskier follows him, but this contract is particularly tricky and Geralt doesn’t want him in harm's way. When they do seperate, for any length of time, it goes like this.

“Will you miss me, like you did all those years ago? Like you did when you thought I was gone?” He asks looking up at Geralt who watches the sun set beside him.

“I'm terrified, you’ll be gone.” Geralt responds, glancing down at him. “You won’t leave me behind again? Won’t send me away and act like you don’t care?” “I won’t, Jaskier. Never again.” “You’ll come back?” “I will. I will come back.”

When the Witcher returned to their home on the coast after his contract he did so with apprehension in his chest. It had taken much longer than he thought to travel there, dispatch the creature and return. Every step closer to their home on the coast was taken with dread. “If you're not here, I can’t carry on.” He whispers to the night air. His hope is fading, there is no candle lit for his return, no noise from within the house. He’s about to enter the house when a soft sound catches his ear, he turns, and there is Jaskier strumming his lute at the gate on the far end of the garden. He smiles and the bard smiles back.

“Welcome home.”

The Bard and The Witcher, never leave the other without the intent to return. Both parties are properly afraid of what might happen should they leave one another on such deplorable terms as that time on the mountain. More often than not the Bard finds reasons to tag along even on those dangerous contracts. He wrote a ballad about this event in his life, and he continues to write ballads among other things now. He sees others' souls as he had his own and offers them warnings and advice if they will have it. The Witcher does not stop him.

The times have changed, and the world around them has shifted, but they still travel together, The Bard and The Witcher. They always come home to the coast when they can. For it is a special place for them, a place of survival and memory, of love and hope. I must leave you now, dear reader, for this tale has many more adventures to come. The night is growing late and my candle is burning low and my darling Witcher calls for me from the other room.

P.S. I write this with my witcher leaning over my shoulder, dear reader, but I thought I ought to tell you that when your soulmate is a witcher  you live as long as they do. What a pleasant surprise. I should leave you now, Geralt is being ne—

#the bard and the witcher #Geraskier #the witcher #Jaskier is more than a musician #the amazing devil #joey batey #Another Soulmate au that no one asked for but I'm writing anyways #I know some people think that last one is a lie #they're probably right

[artsybanchou]

Songmates

AAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaanother soulmate AU, this time for the Trolls movie because I am awful please stop me. I put stuff here so I don’t feel obligated to commit any further to it than this for at least a good chunk of time.

It happened partway through the daily Late Mid-Morning Feel Good Jam. Poppy was singing the words she knew by heart and listening carefully for the cue to start the more intensive dance moves when she heard a commotion in the funshine group. It sounded like one of the altos, Dewdrop, Poppy thinks from the distinct lilt in the voice was going off script. And she wasn’t the only one. A soprano, Jezzebelle, was also singing the abruptly improvised song, which could only mean one thing.

With large grins, everyone dropped the Late Mid-Morning Feel Good Jam number to start singing the customary back-up vocals for the meeting between two soulmates. As one of the stronger singers, Poppy stepped forward to sing her first refrain.

“Two halves found,” she called out, carefully maintaining her volume so it wouldn’t drown out that of the new lovers, “intertwined in their sound. Hear the song of the lovers, born from their hearts with a spark and a start, souls already knowing one another. Their perfect harmony is a promise of all to be,” she trailed off as the gentle chorus of fifty trolls filled the air.

“Love, love, love, love, love,” they repeated softly until Dewdrop and Jezzebelle’s duet seemed to find its end. Poppy tuned out the second refrain, sung by Biggie, and instead found herself trailing after some of her own idle thoughts.

Poppy still hadn’t found her own soulmate and songmate-- and it didn’t make sense. She was 23 and had spent the majority of those 23 years belting it out t every song the village put on. Without a doubt, she’d had to have sung with just about every troll in the village and she’d still yet to hear a voice that could harmonize with hers just right or the one that knew the next winding note she wanted to sing before she did. She could hear the last few notes of Biggie’s soft melody and readied herself to lend her voice to the large chorus.

“Today two souls were reunited,” Poppy and the rest of the trolls in the area sang. The princess couldn’t stop herself from straining her ears, trying to find a voice that matched hers better than any other. A familiar honeyed tone, so delicate in the way it handled the notes, sounded so, so close. For the eight-hundredth time, Poppy wondered if Creek really was her soulmate and she just hadn’t realized it for some crazy reason.

“An invincible bond,” Poppy and the other trolls intoned. When Poppy’s voice unexpectedly dipped low (she was feeling a little jazzy, can you blame her?), Creek’s stayed high with everyone else’s before seemingly abruptly dropping low like Poppy had a split second later. Aforementioned some crazy reason-- that didn’t feel like the epic harmonies all the grand love stories and songs promised when it came to soulmates. It felt like Creek was lagging behind, always a half-beat off from Poppy. Maybe she just had an inflated idea of what it was like to harmonize with your soulmate but, with her eyes trained on the awestruck Dewdrop and Jezzebelle, she so badly wanted to believe that it really felt like fireworks in the veins. Maybe her soulmate really was still out there and she just hadn’t sung with them yet.

She’d meet the voice of her other half soon. She had to.

Branch grumbled as he carefully carved himself a new wooden spoon. His last one had snapped in half when a berry jam he’d been trying to prepare had proved too thick for the worn down utensil. While losing a spoon to the jam had been frustrating, at least needing a new one gave him a reason to whittle, a pastime he found quite calming. Or, actually, no. That was a problem too. Branch hadn’t noticed his grumbling had morphed into a melodic hum until he was already halfway through a rich, low note. Clenching his teeth together, he cut the stilted sound short. No.

No singing.

Never again.

Naturally, the lapse of his attention led to his hand (and, by extension, his knife) slipping. Branch hissed as he accidentally sliced into the calloused pad of his thumb. Glaring at the dark blue-grey seeping out of the new cut, he sighed and set aside his knife and halfway-made spoon. Branch pulled out a basic first aid kit, a version of which he kept in every room, from one of the storage cubbies dug into the wall.  When he settled down to cleanse and bandage the small wound, he realized he’d sat down with a perfect view of one particular cubby, hidden behind one of his handmade curtains. Scowling, he tried to focus only on the cut in his thumb and not the singing voice that echoed endlessly in his dreams.

#my fanfiction #trolls #dreamworks trolls #Poppy #Branch #broppy #soulmate au #it's like happy feet but trolls #songmates???

[missytearex]

Monthly Favourites - July

Hi! So I’ve decided that I wanted to do a “what I read this month” post, however, I realized that list is just gonna be too fuhking long so...I’m gonna choose a favourite of each pairing from everything I’ve read this month! 

Here we go!

Larry

Walk That Mile by purpledaisy | @daisyharry (149k)

Summary: Harry stares at him, the line of his jaw standing out scarily. “I wanted to get the most out of this trip so I planned it carefully.” His voice is low and steady and somehow that’s worse than when he was yelling. “So far, you’ve put your sticky fingers on everything I’ve tried to do.”

“Sticky fingers?” Louis repeats, offended. “Are you saying it’s my fault you got stung by a bee? Had you been alone you would have gotten halfway to the Dotty Diner and ran the car off the road because of an allergic reaction, so don’t go blaming me.”

“Polk-A-Dot Drive In,” Harry spits before getting out of the car. He slams the door shut with a deafening reverb and Louis rolls his eyes. - A Route 66 AU where falling in love was never part of the plan.

My comment: Ok so I probs haven’t been in the fandom long enough to say for sure but THIS IS MY FAVE LARRY FIC EVER! The whole thing is just so well written and perfect. My attention span isn’t that great, so I usually have some trouble with fics this long, but not with this one. It’s just so easy to read. Road trip fics are the best tbh. 

Lilo

I Only Come Alive Under the Moonlight by remivel | @remivel  (54k)

Summary: Louis knew he hadn't seen action in months, but this was just the universe making fun of him, he was sure of it. Because when he woke up in the middle of the night, he discovered that his new dog was missing, and standing in its place was a very confused, very fit... and very naked man.

Or a romantic comedy with a furry twist. Liam turns into a dog at night, Louis tries to help him get back to normal-- and ends up falling in love somewhere along the way.

My comment: Guys! This one had me laughing out loud! I found it quite unpredictable and it was fun constantly wondering what would happen next. And the entire thing is just bizarre and SO CUTE! Also lilo writing songs together is my favourite thing ever.

Lirry

Even When We Fight by threeturn | @valencing (30k)

Summary: University AU. Liam's the star of the debating society until Harry shows up and steals the spotlight. Meanwhile, Niall's in love, Zayn lives while he's young, and Louis looks after his friends.

My comment: I’m kinda cheating with this one as I read it in June, but SO WHAT SUE ME. It was such a fun one to read! I thought the whole debate club thing would stress me out, but it’s so interesting to read about the whole process. It also features boys being unable to deal with their feelings, which I really love.

Narry

move your world a little closer by countthestars | @moondoggiestyle (45k)

Summary: In which Niall is a bit lost, Liam and Louis can't seem to get their shit together, and Harry is literally out of this world.

(aka: alien narry)

My comment: What’s not to love about alien!harry?? Such a quirky character and he fits it so well tbh. PLUS! side!lilo is what I live for!

Niam

If It Makes You Less Unhappy by cmdf (19k)

Summary: “Listen. You can do whatever you’d like, but you told me that you were going to be taking a year of your life living here— in Italy, right?” He looks into Liam’s eyes for confirmation, squeezing gently into his shoulder. “Right?”

Liam nods. He shivers at the realization that he’s going to be here for a year. His pilgrimage has only just begun. He hadn’t really thought about how much a year could change a person—perhaps even a week. He can already tell by the end of this conversation with Niall, change may come more quickly.

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Or: Liam travels to Italy and gets more than he ever anticipated.

My comment: In my experience, niam is defs the hardest pairing to find good fics for. That being said, this one is absolutely wonderful! Liam’s character is so well done, I just wanna give him a hug!

Nouis

shooting stars and satellites by temerity (forsanethaec) | @whoatherepickle | @1dgaf (12k)

Summary: "Is that what it says it's like?" Louis points vaguely to Niall's phone. He doesn't want to say the name of the thing.

"It says, um." Niall's mouth twists as he tries to figure out the words. “When you're bonded with someone, you’re for each other, after that. You’re -- like, you and me – you’d be the person I’m happiest with, all the time. Who I.” His toes curl on the tiled deck of the pool between their chairs. “Who, you know. Who I end up with.”

"Niall," Louis says, and has no idea where to go from there.

My comment: I feel like everyone has a slight kink for soul bonding. I certainly do. I really lived myself into this one and empathized with everything they were feeling. I think I even got a headache at some point...but don’t mind me, I’m just being dramatic. 

Zarry

Ready, Now by zarah5 (15k)

Summary: AU. Maybe Zayn shouldn’t have told Louis about his crush on the fit boy from the supermarket. Because the thing is, Louis likes to meddle.

My comment: Features one of my favourite things on the planet which is awkward!zayn!!! I really really love fun little lighthearted fics like these. Also really appreciated Louis’ unsubtle meddling. 

Ziall

Not Forgetting Who I Was by slashter | @slashter (40k)

Summary: Niall wakes up in a world where he's brunet, tattooed, and not in One Direction. In fact, no one's in One Direction--it doesn't exist. Determined to find out what's going on and if any of the other boys are as confused as he is, he leaves whatever life he's built so far behind in Ireland and sets off for London, his mind set on reuniting the five of them and reclaiming their spot in music history, no matter what it takes.

But the boys don't know who he is. The boys don't know anything about their other lives. They've got jobs of their own and goals they've set, and not everyone is ready to drop it all to chase some wayward dream, regardless of how good it may sound.

So now, for Niall, doing the seemingly impossible's just become a lot more difficult.

[Or the one where Niall has to bring One Direction back together, even if it means breaking his own heart in the process]

My comment: Where do I even start?? I LOVE parallel universe fics and this one is SO GOOD! The whole group dynamic, brotherly love thing throughout the story is something I REALLY appreciate in a 1D fic. And the idea of Niall being the one to bring them all together is so sweet! 

Ziam

Underneath by secretswekeepxx | @theficwritersblock (17k)

Summary: “And this is how fucking horror movies begin. I’m in the middle of fucking nowhere, taking a right onto ‘Payne Lane.” He mutters to himself as he flips his turn signal on and starts making his way slowly down the bumpy lane.

He’s surrounded on both sides by expansive, fenced fields with sparse trees, randomly placed sheds and lean-tos, and various breeds of livestock grazing about. The grass is long and rustles in waves with the dry, late August breeze. There’s a beauty to it, though Zayn’s momentarily unable to appreciate it because the further along he goes the stronger the urge to turn around becomes. It’s as the lane opens up and he can finally see a house materializing in front of him that he sees the sign for ‘Payne Farm’.

It's finally Zayn's last semester of graduate school, and the only thing standing in between him and his freedom is his thesis project. Deciding to live off campus for some peace away from the hustle and bustle of university life seems like a good idea in theory. That is until his best option is living on a farm that's owned by the very rude and boring Liam Payne.

Maybe this wasn't the best idea after all...

My comment: This one contains ~misunderstood!liam~ which, come on, that’s the BEST! I love the setting and Liam’s beautiful kind soul and Zayn realising he was wrong and it’s just...the best.

Zouis

we go together by aliferuined (7k)

Summary: T-Birds are forever. Very, very, very loosly based on Grease. It's basically a whole bunch of pining and quiffs.

My comment: I am an absolute SUCKER for friends to lovers. And this one is so cute! Liam not being allowed to wear the jacket, Louis’ pink car, Niall drooling over Demi...I could probably go on forever as I just love everything about this fic.

Tomlinshaw

loose lips sink ship all the damn time (not this time) by MediaWhore | @mediawhorefics (39k)

Summary: “Louis Tomlinson is gay,” Fiona announces and she sounds calm at least. “That’s not a scandal,” Nick replies automatically even though he feels slightly sick. He needs to call Louis back. Now. “No,” Fiona agrees quickly. “But his underage gay sex tape is.” The one where Louis is outed via a sex tape he made before the X-Factor and Nick can't resist flying to America to give him a shoulder to cry on. Told through flashbacks, this is a story of getting together and getting back together.

My comment: There’s something about Tomlinshaw that I absolutely adore. I can’t quite put it into words. Anyway, I really loved how quickly Nick dropped everything and got on a plane when Louis needed him. Such awww.

So that’s it for now! If you’re interested in keeping up with what I’m reading, I have a blog where I bookmark everything like the obsessive person I am ---> @niccihoranson

#monthly favourites #fic rec #larry #lilo #lirry #narry #niam #nouis #zarry #ziam #zouis #ziall #tomlinshaw #one direction #1d #mine #my recs #my lists

[irisvseyelash]

[Part 1] Yess Garou dragging Badd just like that! OMG is that your drawing, Iris?? That's very accurate I'M-- 😂😂 And when he was presented to Bang he's really not fighting Garou back. He just. Accepting his (doomed) fate 😆 At least Garou wont tell Bang that he was piggybacked by Garou throughout their journey toward his dojo. How was Badd supposed to do with those THOUSANDS of stairs?? Luckily, Garou offered to carry him up! B: "No bridal carry, tho!" 😠, G: "Aaw Badd whyy.." 😢💔

[Part 2] Imagine Badd buried his face on Garou's back while he clung onto Garou's shoulders, blushing brightly because he was so close with his dearly senior. Basically he's brought to Garou's parent as soon-to-be-bf (?? he secretly wished!) and Garou was kinda sweet to him all the time. Badd was melting! On the other hand, Garou was ON CLOUD NINE!! 😚💕💕 HIS JUNIOR IS LIKE A KITTEN CLINGING ON HIS BACK, SO SMOL SO CUTE! MUST ASK HIM OUT AFTER THIS, ALSO TELL BANG THAT BADD IS HIS SON-IN-LAW 😤

[Part 3] Move onto the Hanahaki AU, the idea of Garou has a special place in Badd's heart forever is so sweet. Noone can replace his love for Garou 😭💕 The way they reunited again in the ending made me think of the Yuri on Ice OST "Stammi Vicino, Non te ne Andare - Duetto", where the singer asked the lover to stay with him forever, then they running off to endless journey of happiness in eternity together. It's very soft, really fits for Garou&Badd :") (you can googling the song translation).

[Part 4] At least you've got bittersweet Batarou dream, I got gorey villain!Batarou nightmare 😂 With they dancing tango together on heroes' bloodpool under the moonlight, corpses scattered everywhere, they're smiling like maniacs the happily laughing with eachother. I woke up like, "WTH WAS THAT?? THAT'S SO MESSED UP--" *proceed to write it down and sent it to Cain immediately*. Then Eir turned my silly dark twisted dream hc into more beautiful poetic story, I'm in awe she's amazing 👏😳✨

[Part 5] FireMirage!Garou was like Badd's guardian, right? Always watching him from afar and make sure he's alright 😭 Lmao I can't imagine Gaman would do that, he's a softie kid. Maybe he'd plucking all of Garou's flower off and grumbling like, "who was this person that stealing my dad's heart away and makes him stupidly stubborn like this?". Garou just, *shaking his head + facepalm* 😂 Let's pray together for our late family members and also everyone who were fallen because of covid.. 🙏❤

Hell yEAH that's my drawing!!! 😂😂😂

Also, here, I drew that bit cause some of my assignments had me use some of my drawings to be used as reference for our studies

I'm sorry I just couldn't get their skintone right (╥_╥)

Look at how ugly and messy it is jfc—

And I'm listening to that song rn and oh. I'm very much sweating from my eyes ╯﹏╰

yoooooo I would KILL for a gorey batarou nightmare.... Wait I think I had one, and I gave it to Cain too! I can't remember what though. And YES Eir is like our fairy godmother where whatever a hc or an au happens to cross her path she just Bibbidi Bobbidi's it into a beautiful storyline like 💓❤💗💓💓

Ah yes. Garou's his guardian spirit, and here's a little add-on. One day when Badd was away for a bit because of missions, someone wanted to break into his house and steal some crap because: Obsessed Fanatic. Anyway, as soon as the person steps into the yard, Garou manifests and scares the crap out of them, and Badd comes home to an unconscious person in his gravel pathway and just... Groans and swats a little at the bush when he was dragging the person off onto the sidewalk. The wind carries a small laugh and they both end up laughing together like some dumbasses.

And I think Gaman would be plucking the flowers while Garou just watches behind him, arms crossed and all and just shakes his head disapprovingly 😂😂😂

Also! The flower is the Chempaka, because of the old folktale of the Pontianak/Kuntilanak loving those flowers and often lingering among them. Frangipani, if you will. And also because of their colours because like. Look.

Sorry this took a while, my midterm exams start next week so I'll be online less often 😭

[hookedonapirate]

My Captain Swan Fics

A collection of my work

These are stories that are either finished or that I am currently working on. 

~*One Shots*~

Definitely Not Over You

Rated: T

Words: 4,443

Summary:

The one where Emma is in love with her best friend and leaves a drunken message on his phone, claiming she’s over him. (She’s not over him.)

Based off of an episode of Friends - The one where Ross find out.

Rated Teen and Up for cursing, drinking and CS bed sharing in their underwear (not necessarily in that order).

Oh Daddy

Rated: Explicit

Summary: When Emma had started listening to CaptainHook's audios online, she had imagined meeting the man responsible for her first orgasm with his accented words and dirty talk alone, imagined what it would be like to actually be with him, but she never thought she actually would.

So NOT Pregnant

Rated: G

Words: 815

Summary: Emma didn’t believe them when they told her she was pregnant.

Handprints On My Soul

Rated: M

Words: 15,011

Summary: Leaving home and a career as a roller coaster engineer on a whim with his six-year-old daughter was one of the last things Killian Jones wanted to do. But after falling in love with someone he’d met online to find out he’d been catfished, it seemed like the best idea. It seems even more appealing when Emma Swan, musician and bartender at a charming Irish Pub, enters his life… even if his brother and daughter have to be the ones to help him realize it.

Rated M for a dash of salty language and a pinch of smut.

Arrest Me, Officer

Rated: T 

Words: 4,085

Summary: "I met my husband when I went running outside with no clothes on as a dare. He was the cop who arrested me."

Every Night

Rated: G

Words: 1,737

Summary: Based on this prompt with the roles reversed: "It's midnight when Emma hears someone playing the piano in the apartment above her. They're playing the song from Titanic 'My heart will go on'. She opens her door and yells 'Jack'. The music stops and she hears someone running down the hall above her shouting 'Rose'."

Nothing but a Dirty Pirate

Rated: M

Words: 2,031

Summary: Canon divergent post-Neverland based on a prompt from anonymous. David walks in on Emma and Killian during lazy morning sex and completely flips out.

Washing the Nightmares Away

Rate: M

Words: 1,956

Summary: Captain Swan fluff and sexy time in the bathtub to help Emma forget about the nightmares after the events of the Underworld.

Something Just Like This

Rated: M

Words: 1,369

Summary: A take on the first time Killian and Emma consider having their wedding on the sea. Post engagement.

She’s All I Need

Rated: T

Words: 1,097

Summary: Happily married to Emma Swan, Killian tries to explain to his fellow Naval Officers why he’s not interested in going to strip clubs whenever they ask him. Modern AU.

Toilet Paper, Tampons and the Hot Guy in the Checkout Lane

Rated: T

Words: 1,737

Summary: While Emma makes a run to the grocery store for some essential items, she gets embarrassed when she runs into a hot British guy in the checkout lane. Modern AU.

Sweaters, Lingerie and Sex in the Fitting Room

Rated: M

Words: 2,902

Summary: Sequel to Toilet Paper, Tampons and the Hot Guy in the Checkout Lane. Modern AU.

Dammit Ruby!

Rated: T

Words: 4,432

Summary: Ruby sets Emma up on a blind date and forces her to go shopping. While Emma is in the fitting room, Ruby decides it’d be funny to steal all of Emma’s clothes, leaving her in nothing but her underwear. As she decides she’s just going to have to try to sneak out in her underwear and hope no one notices, she bumps into another shopper and later learns his name is Killian Jones, Emma’s blind date. Humor and revenge ensue. Modern AU. 

Give Me Some Sugar

Rated: G

Words: 5,287

Summary: Owning a cupcake and candy shop has always been Killian’s dream and managing a Hallmark Store was far from a fairy tale for Emma. But when piercing blue-eyed Irish man meets green-eyed, sassy blonde, it just might be a match made in heaven. Every holiday and special occasion, they both buy product from each other for their family and significant others, until one year when they both end up single on Valentine’s Day and exchange more than just cards and sweets. Sweet and fluffy modern AU.

Unexpected

Rated: M

Words: 5,361

Summary: “I don’t know how to say this, love, but I think you’re pregnant.” An angsty and smutty piece where Killian is an ob-gyn who knocks up the gorgeous blonde pediatrician during a casual tryst at the hospital. Modern AU.

May the Tides Wash Away Our Sins

Rated: M

Words: 11,151

Summary: Emma Swan is the sheriff who takes up jogging along the sandy shores of Storybrooke. Killian Jones is the town priest who enjoys his morning dips in the ocean. She’s a woman of the law and he’s a man of God. Their love for the beach initially pulls them in, but their duties and beliefs keep them apart. Until they don’t. A Sheriff!Emma and Priest!Killian AU where temptation leads to broken laws and broken oaths.

~*Completed Multi Chapters*~ 

To Play the Game (and win your heart)

Rated: M

12 Chapters

Summary: Some people would call it a job, but to Emma and her sister, Milah, it’s a game of the heart. Play by the rules and you’ll never get hurt.

Whatever you call swindling wealthy men out of their money, this con-artist duo has it down to a tee. Milah sets up an available, rich man and gets him to marry her. Emma seduces and lures the husband into having an affair so he’ll get caught in the act. He then loses his money in the ensuing divorce.

The sisters wear a coat of armor around their hearts to keep them intact, but when they set their sights on their next mark, professional golfer Killian “Hook” Jones, Emma never imagined how hard the game could be and how easily her heart could be stolen—especially when she switches roles with Milah and becomes the one exchanging vows with the gorgeous multi-millionaire.

A Dollar for Your Time, Two for Your Heart

Rated: G

Chapters: 2/2

Summary: When Killian’s roommate, David, talks him into babysitting his sister’s twins without her knowledge one night, it turns out to be the best mistake Killian’s ever made. A Babysitter!Killian modern AU.

Hands of an Artist, Lips of an Angel

Rated: T 

Chapters: 2/2

Summary: “You’re the one person who can do my elaborate stage makeup, so every night you spend half an hour in close proximity to my face and I want to kiss you so badly.” A Celebrity!Killian and MakeupArtist!Emma modern AU.

Happy Accident 

Rated: M

Chapters: 2/2

Summary: Killian receives an unforgettable pic from a stranger. Modern AU that I turned into a 14 chapter fic For Your Eyes Only where sexting between two strangers turns into something more.

On the Virge

Rated: M

Chapters: 10/10

Summary: Emma Swan is an aspiring filmmaker struggling to get a job in Hollywood. When she lands an editing position at a porn production studio and has to collaborate with the director, Killian Jones, she realizes it’s definitely more than she bargained for. Based on the movie, Finding Bliss. Contains obscene language, sexual humor and an added epilogue that’s purely based on the theme. PornDirector!Killian Modern AU.

Writings on the Wall

Rated: M

Chapters 11/11

Summary: Emma and Killian become best friends in an orphanage when they are thirteen and after they reunite years later, they add a physical component to their friendship. When true feelings are finally revealed, will it tear their friendship apart or turn it into something more? Modern Lieutenant Duckling/Captain Swan best friends to lovers AU. 

Sweet Salutations 

Rated: M

Chapters: 20/20

Summary: Killian Jones is the new Deputy of Storybrooke, where he wasn’t expecting to be working at such a small police station and he definitely wasn’t expecting the Sheriff’s daughter, who owns a bakery across the street. He’s quickly hoping to taste more than just the creme-filled pastries she’s offering him. A sugary themed modern AU.

Breathe Again

Rated: M

Chapters: 21/21

Summary: The world came crashing down on Killian Jones when he found out his wife was having an affair. While in the midst of a divorce, he moves across town and starts taking his son to a daycare recommended by his best friend. When he meets Emma Nolan, another single parent who’s going through a similar experience, will they be able to help each other mend their broken hearts? A modern AU about two single parents finding love again after divorce. 

~WIP~

A Helping Hand

Rated: M

Chapters 5/?

Summary: “My girlfriend just dumped me and I’ve gotten piss drunk and somehow managed to get into your apartment instead of my own. I’m trying to masturbate my feelings away and boy were you surprised.” A modern AU Neighbor trope with a very interesting meet, Liam/Emma friendship, jealous Killian, sexual themes.

The Swan Stripper

Rated: M

Chapters: 1/?

Summary: Killian despises even the thought of going to a strip club, but a certain blonde stripper might change his mind. Modern Stripper!Emma AU. This started as a one-shot but I’m considering expanding it due to popular demand, just haven’t gotten around to it yet. I will also be throwing in another trope but it’s an added twist so I can’t say what it is.

Wild At Heart

Rated: M

Chapters 4/?

Summary: Born and raised by rich parents, Emma Nolan has always done what’s expected of her, from what clothes to wear to what school to attend, what career to pursue and even who to marry. After graduating from Harvard and going back home to Storybrooke, South Carolina, she agrees to marry Oz Walsh by the wishes of her parents. With a year of engagement behind her, she goes to Boston for business and has to fly back home to get to her wedding. What happens when she has a run-in at the airport with a dashing, blue-eyed thief who is apparently bound and determined to throw a wrench in all of her plans? Will she make it back to Storybrooke on time for her wedding or will she find her home along the way? A road trip modern AU that I am currently in the process of updating.

Tangled Up In Blue

Rated: M

Chapters: 23/?

Summary: Fear for her unborn child, a bruised and broken Emma Swan is determined to escape an abusive marriage. After she drives a long way from home to a small town in Maine, she doesn’t think her life could get more complicated… that is until she ends up falling for her OBGYN, a blue-eyed British man who’s shielded his heart from love long ago. But he may be just what she needs to begin her healing process and start a new life for her child. If only nothing gets in the way. Pregnant!Emma and Ob-gyn!Killian modern AU that includes violence, explicit language, smut and a various assortment of trigger warnings. If you’re looking for a story with lots of pregnancy fluff and smut and some angst thrown in the mix, this is your fic.

~*WIPs on the back-burner that I plan on finishing in the future but not anytime soon*~

Until I Met You

Rated: M

Chapters 6/?

Summary: Killian Jones is a pharmaceutical sales rep and notorious womanizer who’s never been in love. When he meets Emma Swan, an alluring 26 year old with Parkinson’s Disease, his life changes forever. The Love and Other Drugs AU with my own take.

Box It Up And Ship It

Rated T

Chapters 6/?

Summary: Looking to get their box company off the ground, Emma and her brother pair with a moving business owned by the Jones brothers. Will Emma be able to work together with the arrogant co-owner, Killian, or will they clash? Modern enemies to lovers AU

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