#mine: fanfic

[shewhohangsoutincemeteries]

chilly

peter quill x f!reader prompt: warmth theme: fluff (tags beneath the cut)

There were so many things about being on a spaceship that you hadn’t expected, but the one that you found yourself lingering on was the silence. Not while everyone was awake – no, then the ship was filled with the noise of the crew and the music that never ended. But once they were asleep? You thought you’d hear the engines murmur under the metal floors, but no. Just silence.

“What’re you doing up?”

You started at the sound of Quill’s tired voice behind you, and you turned away from the windows to see him standing in the doorway, rubbing at one eye with the heel of his hand. He’d been on the over-night shift, monitoring the ship’s trajectory through space. Days of stubble marred his jawline, his shirt wrinkled.

“Hey,” you replied. “Who’s steering this thing?”

He smiled, jerking his head back the way he’d come. “Rocket just took over. But you do know the ship has auto-pilot, right?”

You smiled softly, tugging your coat further around yourself. “Still getting used to it.”

“So?” he asked, stepping further into the room. “Why’re you up?”

You shrugged a shoulder, turning back to face the forever expanse of darkness and stars outside. “You know, in like, every movie I’ve ever seen about space, they talk about it being cold. You think that would have prepared me for just how… goddamn freezing it is on this thing.”

Peter chuckled quietly. “You get used to it.”

There was a pause, a moment of that silence that hung between the two of you. Then, you heard his footsteps approach you slowly. You jumped slightly as you felt his hand touch your shoulder, his palm smoothing down over your arm.

“I, uh…” he cleared his throat awkwardly.

“Wh—?”

He wrapped his arms around you hesitantly, his hands tracking down your arms to join them where they were wound around your middle. You raised them in surprise, stumbling slightly as he tugged you gently back against his chest. Your hands settled on top of his arms, his skin wonderfully, surprisingly warm beneath your frigid fingers.

“…Oh.”

“Shit, you weren’t kidding about being cold…” he muttered, his hands moving to enclose yours between them. You sighed, watching his fingers curl around yours. Quill cleared his throat again after a moment, as if only now realising the intimacy of the situation. “Better?”

You nodded, leaning back into his embrace. “…I want to make a comment about you being so warm, but I just know you’re going to turn into a ‘hot’ joke.”

“It’s like you know me.”

You giggled quietly, resting your head back on his shoulder. “It really is amazing out here.”

Peter hesitated as your tone turned pensive, and you felt his hands squeeze yours, so gently you weren’t sure you hadn’t imagined it. “You’re not thinkin’ about leavin’ us already, are you?”

You paused a moment before answering. “Sometimes… I think that I should think that I should, y’know?”

“…You lost me.”

You smiled softly, relaxing further into his embrace. “No. I’m not going anywhere, Quill.”

You felt his chin rest on your hair. “Good. We’re kinda getting used to having you around.”

tags: @lovely-dreamer19 @wittyforachange @wefracturedmotivation @january-echoes @glossyloner @capitalnineteen @youclickedthislink @s0ftness @castieltrash1 @drakelover78 @queenoftheunderdark @bombardia @bellarkeselection @nix-rose-q @blue-chup @curcuma-yn0t @ninebluehearts

#peter quill #peter quill x reader #peter quill x ofc #peter quill x you #peter quill x original character #peter quill reader insert #peter quill fanfiction #peter quill fanfic #peter quill imagine #mine: fanfic #mcu #mcu fanfic #mcu imagine #mcu reader insert #mcu fanfiction #marvel #marvel reader insert #marvel imagine #marvel fanfic #marvel fanfiction

[debatchery]

A Refresher Course in Computer Safety [READ HERE]

A sequel to A Crash Course in Computer Safety by followthattardis

SUMMARY:

A year ago, Dean’s life was thrown into chaos. An email with encoded information turned him into a priceless asset, thrusting him into the world of counterintelligence - and into Cas’s path. Forbidden feelings bloomed, decisions were made, and now they’re here: Dean free of the Intersect, Cas free from the CIA. Together.

With the dust settled, it’s time to figure out what’s next.

(Read the whole Computer Safety Verse here.)

#A Crash Course in Computer Safety #A Refresher Course in Computer Safety #deancas #Destiel #Destiel ff #mine: fanfic #I'm wiping my brow as I post this #I can't believe it's done #is anyone here? do you guys still wanna read the sequel to that one Chuck AU?

[hekahte]

chapters: 5/? (either 8 or 10, whichever scratches my brain better.)

rating: explicit.

warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings.

relationships: fearne calloway/ashton greymoore, imogen temult/laudna, background orym/dorian storm.

characters: …a lot. all of the above and more.

additional tags: alternate universe — canon divergent, stealing as a love language, canon disabled character

summary: fearne calloway and ashton greymoore, two individuals heavily disinclined towards therapy, discover the next best (or worst) option: each other. [aka stealing, found families, character studies, and so many people with problems working their shit out as best they can.]

hi, this is my second published fic in a decade and i’m pushing it on all of you since i just posted a new chapter! — today i give you callowmoore, tomorrow who knows. this writer loves feedback, pls and thank you. c:

#critical role #callowmoore #cr fic #show: critical role #ch: fearne calloway #ch: ashton greymoore #mine: fanfic #[elyse myers voice] this is my current hyperfixation ship! #enough that i’ve written several thousand words. i’m down abysmal.

[reignsforever]

department of parental rights james/lily/sirius and sirius & harry Sirius Black falls through the Veil at the Department of Mysteries. But he doesn't stay dead, and he doesn't come back alone and he absolutely doesn't plan on letting himself and Harry be walked over anymore.

must be logged into ao3 to read.

#mine: fanfic #harry potter #sirius black #sirius and harry #jilypad

[faerun-ranger]

The First Light (BG3 fanfic)

First 2 chapters up!

The 2nd chapter is part of the #BG3FicFeb challenge, covering the first 3 SFW prompts: 1) What was Tav doing when they were abducted? 2) Waking up on the Ravaged Beach 3) First encounter with their love interest

I have not written fic in a LOOOOOOOOOOONG time so this has definitely been a struggle. But I need an outlet for my BG3 brainrot else my brain may combust.

#bg3 #baldur’s gate 3 #mine: fanfic #fanfic #ch: gale dekarios #pairing: gale x durge #i dunno #very self indulgent because it's all my daydream scenarios about my durge and gale #bg3ficfeb #bg3 fanfic

[stardustinthesky]

rituals. babylon 5. delenn, john sheridan. the bone crest is a reminder of what is, and what used to be. she has been half-minbari, half-human for three years now. to some, she is neither. --set somewhere during early s5.

muse-ic: ritual by other lives

disclaimers: i own nothing, just playing in the sandbox for a little while.

rating: PG

Read at AO3 or continue under the cut

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She sits on the bench at the foot of her bed, brushing her hair as he watches her from where he lies on his side of the slant.

He doesn’t watch the way she gently brushes hair that would usually curl when left unattended, or the way she sits straight, lost in thought, her posture making her look regal.

No, tonight his eyes won’t leave the bone crest around the back of her head; following the contours and shapes carved into bone, the ritualistic nature of it all.

He’s read about it, long ago; the rituals Minbari adolescents go through, having casts applied to their head to shape the growing bone into something more defined. He’s read about it, but he’s never asked her about it.

But then, they never really talked about her transformation either; he’s never known her to look anything other than half-Minbari, half-Human, has seen only pictures of her from before. It’s something she never seemed to really want to talk about.

So he never asked.

‘You’re staring.’

He finds her twisting from where she sits, the brush forgotten in her hand. ‘I was just thinking.’

‘About?’

He doesn’t want to talk about it if it upsets her, even if she’s never made her feelings about it known. Her people’s initial negative reaction has been more than obvious and even after three years, and a wider acceptance, he sees how some Minbari will just stare at her. How Humans still stare at her.

Changing opinions and minds just doesn’t happen overnight, now matter how much you want it to. If only it were that easy.

‘About how beautiful you are.’

She adverts her eyes, unusually shy; they’ve been together long enough to know he’s on the receiving end of the most beautiful smile in the universe every time he tells her how beautiful she is; how he means it every single time.

She doesn’t smile this time and his drops quickly. She’s usually in a good mood when the work day is behind them and they can finally spend some time alone. ‘What happened?’

‘It’s nothing. I just met with officials from my government today. You know how it can be.’

He’s on his feet in no time and then on his knees in front of her. She sets the hairbrush aside but won’t look at him. He has to take her hands in his before she meets his gaze. ‘What. Happened.’

His tone is menacing; not towards her, never, but to whoever has wronged her. He remembers the time he went after the man who’d almost killed her, sometimes he can still feel the ghost of pain on his knuckles, the echo of his fists pummeling the man who dared hurt her. How he had to restrain himself not to become a murderer himself. How he does everything in his power to remain calm whenever she’s threatened in any way; how he had to learn to because of who they are and what they’re trying to build.

She breathes deeply through her nose. ‘The usual. I’m not Minbari enough. They didn’t say anything, they don’t anymore, but I could see it in their eyes.’ She pauses and stares at their joined hands. ‘There are times I wish the transformation had been complete. I wouldn’t stand out so much.’

His heart aches at the sight of her utterly exhausted with this tonight; for three years she has not confided in him about it, about what it meant to her, the sacrifices she endured to look more Human, to be the bridge that would bring both of their people closer together.

But she says this and he does wonder; does she even like how she looks now?

‘You don’t really mean that, do you?’

She fiddles with his fingers. ‘It was just not a good day for this, that’s all.’

There were reports, in the early months after taking command of Babylon 5. He’d inquired about it; she’d been pretty adamant about being able to deal with the matter herself. He thought the situation had gotten better and now words she’d told him then comes back to haunt him now.

Being all alone in a crowd; half-Human, half-Minbari and to some, she is neither. Too Human and not enough at the same time. Too Minbari and not enough.

He can never begin to understand what it is like, how she feels; he is painfully aware of that, but it doesn’t mean she has to go through it alone.

‘Don’t listen to them. If they fail to realize you’re the most beautiful woman in the universe, then it’s their loss.’

His attempt at a light-hearted comment falls flat. Her hand is light on his cheek and he kisses her palm. ‘You say that because you love me.’

He frowns. ‘You say it like it’s a bad thing.’

‘No, it’s not. It’s just— it’s that kind of day, I guess,’ she sighs, takes her time to put her feelings into words. He knows how hard it can get, especially in a language that is not your own. ‘It’s just hard sometimes to be with my people, and not be considered as Minbari anymore. But I am.’

There are so many things he would like to say to reassure her, all the while knowing that no matter what he tells her, it won’t make much of a difference; he doesn’t know what it’s like, can never know.

‘Is there anything I can do?’

‘No. I’ll be fine.’

He sighs; sometimes he doesn’t know who is the most stubborn, him or her.

He watches her play with his fingers; she used to have markings on hers, simple ritualistic tattoos, she once told him, but they were gone when she emerged from the chrysalis; her clan wouldn’t allow her to have them done again. How many more things has she lost because of this?

‘Your head bone, do you miss it?’

The corner of her mouth lifts in a sad smile. ‘It’s still here. I mean, a part of it at least.’

It’s not much, but it’s a start, better than what she said only a few minutes ago. ‘Talk to me about it. I’ve always wanted to ask, but I didn’t want to upset you.’

And she does; as he sits next to her, she tells him tales of herself as a teenager, of having her bone in a hard cast made of crystal from the deposits just outside Tuzanor, the city where she was born, during a long ritual of four days. How adults looked after it so the mould didn’t apply too much pressure. How it had to be changed to make room for the bone as it grew; how removing the final bind is a rite of passage, the coming-of-age for her people, the first step into adulthood. How she sat patiently while her carvings were given a finishing touch to smooth the rugged edges and she was finally introduced to her family and clan afterwards, officially, as an adult.

She leaves his side for a moment, goes through the drawer of her dressing table. She comes back with a picture in her hand. In the middle of a sea of white robes, here she stands on the day of the final ritual. Twenty years or so younger and he’d still recognize that radiant smile anywhere, the sparkle in her eyes, beautiful as always, as she stood proudly with her family and clan.

She looked so happy.

He doesn’t miss the tears in her eyes now. ‘I still have it, maybe not fully, but it reminds me of who I am, and where I come from.’

A reminder of what is, and what used to be.

He gently traces the carvings, follows the dips and ridges, the stories they still tell of the child who grew into the woman she is today, the woman he loves.

He kisses her tears away as they fall; his lips follow a trail up her cheek, coming to rest gently against the bone structure of her elegant crest, smooth and warm under his touch.

‘It doesn’t change who you are.’

Her eyes don’t leave the picture in her hands. He wonders what she really sees when she looks at herself. ‘I’m still me.’

‘You’re still you,’ he agrees.

People look at her and only see what they think she is and isn’t. He wishes they would see her the way he does; if only they could see how extraordinary she is.

Hopefully someday, they all will.

—end

#babylon 5 #delenn #john sheridan #john x delenn #m: babylon 5 #mine: fanfic #otp: we are star stuff #i was in a bittersweet mood and i've thought about this for the longest of time

[its-ashehausen]

I'm currently on 5 chapters so far of my Rewritten Ulquihime Fanfic! The first version of it wasn't the greatest but I'm happy with how much I've improved so far.

I have 2 fun chapters planned out when I update again, Ulquiorra going to school with Orihime where he has interactions with Tatsuki which will be fun to write and a Christmas Chapter featured Grimmjow. I can't wait for you to guys to read it!

In the meantime I hope you enjoy my first 5 chapters that have been uploaded

#stuff to read #Ulquihime: Drowned In My Humanity *Rewritten Fanfic* #mine: fanfic #ulquihime

[jacks-wylan]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Witcher (TV), Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Jaskier | Dandelion/Radowid V Srogi | Radovid V the Stern, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia & Jaskier | Dandelion, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg Characters: Jaskier | Dandelion, Radowid V Srogi | Radovid V the Stern, Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg Additional Tags: Netflix-Canon Radowid V Srogi | Radovid V the Stern, well of course i shouldnt even specify this, for the first time i am struggling to choose tags, Post-Episode: s03e05 The Art of Illusion (The Witcher TV), its actually "the morning after" the shed scene, i was actually the only one who hadnt written about it yet, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia is a Good Friend, Protective Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, this is just a fic about jaskier and radovid that need to betray each other but they wont, thats it thats the fic, also i completely ignored the books and whatever will happen in vol 2 alright, this is my greatest fuck you to canon okay i want my happy ending, Non-Explicit Sex, i mean not too much i think, no beta we die as eskel SHOULDN't im still not over it, Feelings Realization, POV Multiple, i know that i wrote ambiguous ending, but really if you know me you know i just write happy endings Summary:

Jaskier gasped, he looked like he wanted to say something but the words probably died in his throat; wild, crescent panic clouded his shiny eyes as they traveled from Radovid's face to the emptiness of the room behind his shoulders. Radovid stumbled on the couple of stairs on the porch, getting closer to them with a wicked grin towards a partially disgusted and partially pleased Philippa, ignoring Jaskier as he shook silently. “Leave him be, Pip.” he slurred, “I've done as you said, no need to continue this charade.” “What?” Jaskier whispered, breathed, and kept shaking.

 They were destined to betray each other from the start. They both knew this.

#the witcher fanfiction #mine: fanfic #radskier #i started writing and couldn't stop #Im in love with netflix!radovid fight me #jaskier #radovid #mine:fyccina

[sunnythanalan]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Emmanellain de Fortemps/Sicard Characters: Sicard (Final Fantasy XIV), Emmanellain de Fortemps, Hasthwab Additional Tags: Patch 6.0: Endwalker Spoilers, only rated T for language, ffxivwrite2022, FFXIV 30 Day Writing Challenge Summary:

Sicard has a gift for a very spoiled lordling

#may or may not have written something #a bit nervous since i've never written a fic in this fandom before #well #it is super short so #but still! #FFxivWrite2022 #FFxivWrite #emmanellain de fortemps #sicard #sicard x emmanellain #ffxiv #ff14 #final fantasy xiv #final fantasy 14 #fanfiction #mine: fanfic #ffxiv fanfiction #emmanellain #emmasica #mine: writing

[fanarain]

7 & 3 for the WIP Challenge!

Aaaaaaa~! Okay, so! Those two WIPs were written for ShinRan week that I never got to finish for some reason and so were left incomplete for whoever knows how long (it was a year ago, Aina) (shuddup, brain).

'Childhood' was just little Shinichi and Ran going to investigate the rumours at their school, similar to the episode where they first met Kaitou Kid (Touichi). Ran is trying to talk Shinichi out of going there, and he just refuses. Haha, lame isn't it? ^^;

'Vampire' would be Shinichi thinking that Ran is acting strangely and is trying to find out what's wrong with her. Ran is actually a vampire in this XD. ...I need my muse to come back so I can finish this already T-T

Sharing a little snippets from those two WIPs in the read more!

Childhood:

“I have a bad feeling about this, Shinichi…!” she exclaims but, upon seeing that Shinichi has ignored her again, she latches onto his arm, preventing him from walking any further. 

“Wha－!”

“We’re not even supposed to sneak out at night! We’ll get in trouble, I’m sure!” Ran yells into his arm.

“We’re already in trouble!” he grumbles, trying to pull his arm out of Ran, to no avail. Her grip is amazingly strong. “They’ve no doubt noticed our absences by now. Why not just use the time to check out the rumours while we’re at it?”

“Then we can go again earlier tomorrow! I just don’t want to go tonight!”

“Well, I don’t think our parents will let us go after tonight, so this is our only chance!” Shinichi pats at Ran’s arm with his free hand repeatedly, urging her to let him go. “Why did you even tag along anyway?”

She doesn’t reply, just clings onto his arm even tighter, if that is even possible. He pauses, feeling her body tremble.

He opens his mouth, hesitates, closes his mouth. Then it opens again. “H-hey, Ran—?”

“Shi-Shinichi…” Ran whispers so softly, so full of fear that makes Shinichi just freeze, and look down at her. “Let’s go home, okay? Please?”

Vampire:

He raises his upper body off the grass by his arms, groaning as he does so. “Thanks, Ran. I owe you one.” Taking the water bottle from Ran, he raises it to his lips and chugs it greedily.

Hmm! Sweet, sweet relief! He’ll never take cold water for granted ever again!

He doesn’t notice Ran staring at the water droplets slipping past his lips, dripping down his throat. But he does hear Ran make a small noise in the back of her throat. She sounds weird, like she’s holding something back.

“Hmm?” Opening his eyes, he dips down his head, letting go of the water bottle and wiping at his mouth with his hand before glancing at Ran, who is staring back at him with a strange look in her eyes. “What’s wrong, Ran?”

Her eyes snap up to his eyes so fast that he would have missed it if he had blinked. 

He actually blinks this time in a bit of a shock, staring at her. Is it him, or did the colours in Ran’s eyes change for a moment? It is too quick to ascertain the colours, but he thinks they may be red. 

Red as blood...

Before he can ask her about it, Ran dips her head down, her bangs hiding her eyes. She opens her mouth, but hesitates before closing it. And then opens and then closes again. And opens again before clenching her teeth together a little.

Shinichi knows that Ran has something to say but has a little trouble saying what is on her mind, so he waits. Even as his throat dries up and his body feels a bit disgusting, what with his sweats making his clothes stick to his skin and all, he still waits patiently. There’s nothing more important than hearing what Ran wants to say to him.

Ran then takes a deep breath before slowly letting it out, her hands clutching onto the rims of her skirt. “Shinichi.”

He hums. “Yeah?”

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” he replies with no hesitation. Ran looks a little tense, so he gives a cheeky grin, “Well, except for your sense of directions. You can’t go anywhere without help, anyways.”

Ran chuckles a little. “I do directions just fine on my own, idiot,” she says, her tense shoulders loosening a little.

Success!

“I’ll believe that when I see it.”

“Idiot.”

She takes one more deep breath before saying, “Then can you please stay still for a bit?”

#WIP game #wip ask game #ShinRan #fanfic #Aina answers #ask reply #Kudo Shinichi #Mouri Ran #raventhekittycat #mine #mine: fanfic #writing snippet #my writing

[regalpotato]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Trek: Strange New Worlds (TV), Star Trek Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Number One/Christopher Pike Characters: Christopher Pike, Number One (Star Trek) Additional Tags: this started as crack but turned into angst, sorry about that, Getting Together

for @startrekandberryrolls who begged for this scenario

Summary:

Pike hums in agreement, and can’t help but let his gaze wander over his first officer. Nothing seems different: the way she holds herself, the fit of her uniform, the tiniest quirk to her lips that tells him she’s wondering if he’s lost his mind - all perfectly perfect Una. But then his eyes land on the whiskey tumbler still in her hand.

“You’re left handed,” he says, regretting it the instant he voices it, Una’s eyes snapping to his and turning cold.

 aka - an entity is possessing people and only Chris and Una figure it out

#star trek #strange new worlds #pikeuna #christopher pike #una chin riley #number one #pike x una #una x pike #mine: strange new worlds #mine: una x pike #mine: fanfic #i don't even know what happened with this sorry not sorry

[shewhohangsoutincemeteries]

rom-com moment

peter quill x f!reader prompt: rain theme: smut/fluff (tags beneath the cut)

“You really know how to romance a girl, Quill.”

He snickered against your skin, his breath tickling against the side of your throat, a heated contrast to the icy water soaking your clothes and your hair. His hands clutched hungrily at your sides, trapping you against the wall behind you. He was equally soaked, rain dripping into his eyes as he pulled back to meet your gaze with a familiar cocksure smile.

“I thought this was every girl’s fantasy,” he said, his hands coming up to unzip your jacket. You shivered as the rain and his freezing hands tainted your dress, your own fingers curling in the lapels of his coat. You pulled him closer; his body heat the only combat for the rain. “A big ol’ declaration of love in the rain.”

“This isn’t a declaration, Peter,” you pointed out snidely, fumbling with his belt despite your tone. His fingers curled in your dress, dragging it up over your thighs. The fabric clung to your skin. “This is you trying to get your dick wet.”

He laughed, grasping your thighs and lifting you. You wrapped your legs around his waist, your hands taking hold of his shoulders.

“And if this is supposed to be your way of telling me you love me for the first time, I’m going to kick your ass.”

“Gotcha,” he replied, his amusement giving way to the heady growl of desire as you wrapped your hand around his cock. He groaned as you pressed the head of his erection into your cunt. “I’ll save it for later.”

Peter thrust into you in one hard stroke, and you moaned, swallowing down rain before pulling him into a kiss. Even as the meaning of his words dawned on you, your thoughts devolved into the simple, hungry notes of pleasure, and you broke away from his mouth to bring his face back down to your throat.

Quill’s teeth dug into the sensitive skin over your pulse point and your head fell back against the wall. Rain hit your face, water running down your cheeks and you blinked against it as your eyes rolled back.

He fucked you in rough, hurried thrusts, his hands digging into the flesh of your ass possessively. A shiver wracked through you, and you could feel his body trembling with the cold of the rain despite the heat of his body against yours.

When you came, the sound of your moan was drowned out by thunder, and you could have sworn you heard Peter whisper three words against your skin.

tags: @lovely-dreamer19 @wittyforachange @wefracturedmotivation @january-echoes @glossyloner @capitalnineteen @youclickedthislink @s0ftness @castieltrash1 @drakelover78 @queenoftheunderdark @bombardia @bellarkeselection @nix-rose-q @blue-chup @curcuma-yn0t

#peter quill #peter quill x reader #peter quill x you #peter quill x original character #peter quill x ofc #peter quill x oc #peter quill imagine #peter quill reader insert #peter quill fanfiction #peter quill fanfic #mine: fanfic #mcu #mcu fanfic #mcu fanfiction #mcu reader insert #mcu imagine #marvel #marvel reader insert #marvel imagine #marvel fanfic #marvel fanfiction

[endlessatharian]

╰•★★ The Fathers & Daughters Series ★★•╯

I’ve been working on some new fanfiction ideas since Christmas ft. some of my original characters and their parent(s) - and out of my musing came about a new series I’m planning to slowly start working on: the Fathers & Daughter’s series.

Primarily made up of one-shots; this series will follow the parent and child relationships and how events can either bring them together or tear them apart. There will be no order to the stories and some will be canon divergent and AU of the concepts their about.

Below are the main pairings who will currently be the focus in the series - (one is brand new for me so I’m interested to see where it leads, while the others I’ve written for before) - alongside face claims / fancasts for the original characters:

Some of these may be posted on tumblr as Drabbles, but most should appear on my AO3 under a series collection.

If you have any prompts/ideas you’d like to see - let me know in the inbox 🙂

#james bond fanfiction #sandman fanfiction #sweetbitter fanfiction #mine: fanfic #ficseries: fathers and daughters

[just-french-me-up]

the urge to write is like a cat meowing for dear life for someone to open the goddamn door, who then shows utter disinterest in said open door

#writing #writing nightmare #writeblr #writers #writer's problems #writing problems #fanfic writers #i just need TIME #IT'S COMING THERE'S JUST TOO MUCH HAPPENING #mine

[gentil-minou]

Everytime I see posts like this I get filled with such profound sadness

Cause you know who has the same brainrot as you? The same unhinged feelings as you after you've read the fic? The person who always wants to scream about the fic with you?

THE PERSON WHO WROTE IT

I never used to leave comments but since I got into the habit of commenting on everything i enjoy it's been incredible. Especially when the author gets back to me about it and we get to have a discussion of what other ideas they had. One writer replied to my comment with a 5 paragraph essay detailing the Floorplan of the building the characters lived in and it was incredible

Anyways this is all to say that if you find a fic that just makes you want to scream from the rooftops, leave a comment saying that to the author and maybe they will join you and you can scream incoherently together

#i really think people have reached the point where they forget theres a person just like them who wrote the story #and it makes me sad its wonderful talking to authors #also this screenshot isnt mine i found it on twitter skkskfksk #fanfiction #fanfic #ao3 #archive of our own

[its-ashehausen]

Another preview for my current Hookhausen fanfic I'm working on. (Some writing could be subject to change)

Soon as the door was shut, Hook brought his fist to the nearest locker with intent to bruise his knuckles until they shone inky purple. Anything would be better than feeling what he was feeling, over a damn bag of chips. Hook must've really had lost it. But none of that would've been possible if Danhausen would've just left him alone like he asked, it could've all been avoided. But, no. He kept following him around, he kept trying to get in his head.

He thought he had the upperhand he thought he had immediate control of the situation. He believed that he would just have to fight him, defeat him to a point where he would no doubtly be forced to give up on this facade.

But even their supposed match went awry. That dumbass Tony Nese and his nuisance of a lawyer, they just had to ruin everything, and god damn Danhausen for trying to gain his trust, for trying to get him to be his friend, his partner.

News flash: he didn't do friends and he certainly didn't do tag team partners. Or so, he believed. He glanced at his new found bruise on his knuckles

"You should put some ice on that." He glanced up to discover the bane of his existence, the reason why he's beginning to feel this way in the first place. "What the fuck do you want? Haven't you caused enough problems?" He pressed a pressed a finger to his lips. "No swearing."

Hook shaked his head in annoyance "Danhausen just wanted to make sure that Hook was okay. He heard lots of thrashing around and loud noises" Putting his hand through his hair he attempted to get Danhausen out of his line of sight but it didn't work since he was still there

"I'm fine, or I was just two minutes ago until you showed up"

"Don't lie to Danhausen. You can't hide that bruise from him. Danhausen knows everything" he despised how he could read him like an open book.

"Okay fine, I punched one of the lockers out of anger, and that's the truth. Are you happy now?" Danhausen eyed Hook naively, "why would Hook do such a thing?" He glared at him intensely. As Danhausen shrugged his shoulders not recalling what he's done these last few weeks.

"You're telling me that you don't remember following me around in my locker room numerous times, following my uber driver that one time, and may I remind you that time you disguised yourself as a waiter during lunch with my dad. You don't remember that?" He briefly scratched at his eyebrow attempting to act all oblivious "um, no." Hook tried to conceal his grin that was determined to break free "you know, you're ridiculous. You know that right?"

"When has Danhausen been ridiculous? He was telling the truth. Are you trying to blame Danhausen?" Instantly scoffing under his breath, he quickly hit him with the same hand that he used against the locker prior to this conversation. Causing him to groan in pain "no I wasn't, but stop playing dumb already--ugh" His foolish comical act dropped very quickly "alright, enough. Danhausen is going to take you down to the medics, to get you checked out."

"It's not that bad, just a little bruise. I'll be fine" Danhausen hates how stubborn Hook is. "It's clearly not fine, you're obviously in pain. That is why, Danhausen will take his good friend Hook to the medic place and get him checked out."

"First off, we're not friends I never agreed to that--" Danhausen covertly glared at him, believing that he was just lying to himself. "Secondly, I'm a grown man, I can take of myself--" that was until he felt the stinging in his knuckles "it doesn't look like it from here. Thus Danhausen has decided that he will no longer listen to Hook's plea's and excuses. Danhausen has heard enough, you're going to get your hand checked out before it gets worse." Hearing Danhausen being serious for once. Directly caught him off guard

To make sure that Hook understood him. He grabbed his hand. As he briskly dragged him out of the locker room and down the hallway.

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