#one shot fic

[tavyliasin]

All We Cannot Have - Halsin x f!Tav One Shot

Some things magic cannot heal, and Tav has held her secrets close to her chest for a long time. It was just her luck to fall for the one man who clearly longed for something out of reach... When the world felt like it was ending, his love was a comfort, his embrace a rock in the storm. But now the seas are calm once more, she knows she has to let go, to swim away and leave him the chance to find what he wants most even if it has to be without her.

And yet... Letting go is harder than holding on ever was.

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2,386 words Pairing: Tav/Halsin SPICE Rating: 0.5/5 Content Warnings: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fertility/Infertility,

Spoilers References to all acts and epilogue Canon Compliance Almost everything is canon except the character circumstances Other Notes This is a heavy and emotional chapter, so if the content is at all troubling you please feel free to skip it, or ensure you have support for your wellbeing.

Mood/Song Fear Not This Night by Freya Catherine and Jack Victor "Distant sounds of melodies calling through the night to your heart. Auroras, mists and echoes dance in the solitude of our life. Pleading silent arias gently grieving in captive misery. Darkness sings a forlorn song and yet our hope can still rise up. Nightmares come when shadows grow. Lift your voice, lift your heart.

Fear not this night, you will not go astray. Though shadows fall, still the stars find their way. And though the night sky's filled with blackness... Fear not rise up... come on and take my hand. Fear not this night, you will not go astray. Though shadows fall, still the stars find their way."

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Tav first noticed it at the Tiefling party. Of everyone there, he was the one speaking with the refugees, a light at the heart of the celebration. Halsin’s laughter was warm and soft, echoing around the clearing as the children hung from his arms, climbing on tables to leap onto his back. Her heart warmed even as the tears sprang unbidden to her eyes, a lingering pain still stinging in old wounds she refused to reveal.  The next time was with Arabella, the druid quietly comforting her after the fate of her parents had been uncovered. He was patient with the girl, despite how abrasive she was in the heat of her grief at first. He let her calm as he made small honey treats, the smell of the cooking eventually luring her over to try one. Tav stayed back. She had done enough damage for one day - there was never going to be a right way to tell the girl her parents were gone, after all. Arabella would only be more upset if she got involved… Not long after came Thaniel, both halves of him. Watching him carry the boy - a child by appearance alone, he was likely older than both her and Halsin put together - broke her heart in two. The worry on his face, the determination to do what was right for both of them, the deep and unwavering care was evident in every word and action. When the curse was finally lifting, she was sure he might weep as they watched the land returning to what it always should have been, the smiles of Thaniel and Oliver both reflecting in his eyes.  Even at the Last Light Inn, several times Tav saw Halsin sneaking extra rations to the refugee children, slipping a couple of coins to them, leaving things they might like unattended where they could be “stolen”. 

It had been half a century since she last thought of anything like this. She thought it might easily be another full one too, but there he was, and all the emotions were stirring without permission. Still, against better judgement, Tav’s blue-tinted skin took on a violet hue when he looked her way, the blush rising to the tips of her pointed ears. They were close in age, the moon elf finding herself drawn to her cousin-kin easily, and by all accounts they were a perfect match in every way…except that one. She would give him the world, had she any choice in the matter, but the world could not give them what his heart clearly longed for. The city was little different, first with Yenna coming to camp, then with seeing the refugees again… It was getting harder and harder to ignore it. Halsin loved them, every single one, and his face would light up brighter than the sun when they smiled. It was like he was born for the role, even though he pushed it all aside, choosing to risk his life for Tav and her friends, for a city he had no stake in… Selfless to a fault. How could she not fall in love with him? His warmth and kindness further warmed by the way she felt in his arms, the way his lips caressed her skin, how fully he would give himself over to her. Halsin was everything she had ever dreamed of in a lifetime of wanderlust. And how it broke Tav’s heart to know it couldn’t last… After the final battle, the party had lasted long into the night, and their personal celebration went past the break of dawn. One last time, she told herself, one time to remember, to sear him into her memory. 

—

The soft light of the morning sun was filtering through patchwork curtains as they began to rise - much as she might wish, staying in his arms forever was not an option. The comfort of warm blankets and a warmer embrace could not last. Halsin’s soft eyes caught the look in her own. “My heart? You look troubled, what is it? Was I too…excited, last night? Lay down, let me take care of you-” 

“No, it’s not that. You were perfect, as always.” Tav cut him off, pulling back a little, gathering her clothes to pull them back on. Maybe for the last time… It had to be. For his sake, no matter what she wanted. “What are your plans from here? For the future?”

“My love, I thought we had spoken of this. I know for certain now. The lands you helped me to heal, it will make the perfect home for everyone who is lacking one. We can rebuild. There are many who will never feel this city as a home, many more who are not welcomed by the current residents…” He reached out to touch her cheek, but she withdrew the moment he made contact like she had been scalded. She regretted it the moment she heard the hurt in his voice.  “Did I do something wrong? Was it something I said? I was hoping you would join me, to build our new home together.” 

“I’m not right for you, Halsin.” Tav could no longer meet his eyes. Her heart sank to her knot-filled stomach, the agony of the truth burning in every tear as she tried so desperately to hold back the flood. “I can’t give you what you want.” 

“There is nothing I could want more than simply to have you in my life, to have a place of our own in the Oakfather’s arms- My heart, I would be satisfied simply to grow old and grey with you.” Every moment made it harder, she couldn’t even bring herself to pull her shoulder away from the gentle hand he laid upon it. “Why would you think yourself unworthy? Nature has made no finer blessing than you.” “Nature…did not bless me, Halsin. I can never give you what you want.” As Tav talked, Halsin remained silent, listening, honey-brown eyes fixed on her even though she couldn’t bear to meet his gaze. She brought her knees to her chest, still sat on the bed and only half dressed, but she had never felt more naked than when she spoke next. “I’ve seen you. I’ve watched you, it’s impossible not to notice how badly you want a family. And…that’s what I can never give. I’ve sought every cure, been to every healer, I once even considered the aid of a Hag but thankfully had at least more sense than desperation that time. Even a Wish would be foolish - the gods have such a way of twisting the words of our dreams into the shadows of nightmares.” She sighed, the breath leaving her with the last hint of hope that had long sat abandoned in her heart. “So…I can’t go with you, it wouldn’t be fair. You deserve someone who can let you become the father you are so clearly destined to be. I love you more than any words could ever do justice, and that’s exactly why I’m doing this now…it would be unkind to us both to deny you that.” —

Halsin watched her, as he had many times. He had seen the hint of pain Tav pushed back, noticed the thin silver scars on her body when they had spent many a night together, and he saw her now. How her body shook with the emotion she had been holding back since long before they met. Desperation, loneliness, heartbreak… A part of him knew, had always known, those silver-grey eyes were a mirror. The glass was shattering, beautiful shards falling as saline rivers coursing down her cheeks and landing on the dark silk of her shirt. He wrapped his arms around his lover, pulling her close, no longer letting her make the choice to draw back and leave. Her dark hair was soft under his caress, her whole being feeling so small and fragile he never wanted to let go in case she fell apart completely. The druid had prayed to the Oakfather many times, had walked the same road of seeking answers that could never be found. Even nature’s blessings had their limits, after all. Not every dream was destined to come true. As Halsin felt Tav’s tears ebb away to the quiet of eyes that burned dry with nothing left to give, his own heart threatened to break all over again. He kissed the top of her head, wishing he could fill her with hope, give her a solution, but at the end of the day reality would always break through. 

—

Tav felt his voice as much as heard it, the soft vibration rumbling through his chest, his words quiet and warm. “My love…” He was hesitant, gentle fingers caressing her back and hair with the same affection he always had, strong arms refusing to let go. “Do you think that biology is all there is to it? That the substance of the body is what makes a family?” Tav listened, sniffling slightly, feeling a little unsure on how to answer.

“I have known for a long time that I can never father a child, but I can still be a father.” Halsin’s words came as a surprise. She had always assumed that the weight on her shoulders was one she would carry alone… It wasn’t something that lovers discussed in the early days of romance, and friends would rarely raise the topic other than to announce good tidings. It was a silent shame. Penance for sins unknown, the chains that bound the broken to the cracks in their souls that even magic could never heal- And in one moment, it all fell away.

Halsin lifted her chin with his hand, looking deep into her eyes, the spark of hope in the warm honey tones beginning to heal the old scars that had been on the edge of tearing asunder. “My heart… What we pass on is far beyond our looks, our bloodlines. We give of ourselves those deeper parts. Our love, our heart, our memories… Everything that we feel and all that we have learned is more of who we are than the red in our veins or the colour of our eyes.” “I…you never told me.” Tav blinked, realising the irony in how she had held back the truth from him just the same. “What was I to say, my love? I could see how it hurt you, I hoped that asking you to join me today would bring only joy, to promise you a future. Our future.” He kissed her forehead, hand cupping her cheek, thumb gently wiping away the stains of tears. “I thought I had wept enough for the both of us, on those nights when you rested peacefully below the stars, and all my mind could recall was how lonely you looked when the children were playing.” Tav finally released her knees from her own grip, bringing her hand to the back of the druid’s head, fingers lightly lacing through soft hair as she pressed her forehead against his own. “We should have spoken far sooner.”

His laugh was as soft and warm as the scent of moss and leather that was always present when they were this close. “Whatever shall we do with each other…” “Maybe I should apologise first. I didn’t mean to keep anything from you, or to pull away, and, gods, the last thing I really wanted to do was leave. But I thought…I thought it was the only way you could have the future you deserve.” Tav felt the embarrassment colour her cheeks a deeper violet beneath the pale blue tones that her own parents had gifted her. “You have every right to be angry with me for how foolish I’ve been.” “Anger is the furthest thing from my mind,” Halsin soothed her fears, channelling a little magic to his hand to cool her cheek. “Let us make our plans. Thaniel’s lands should be recovering well but will still need time. Yet there are plenty of people here in the city who have found themselves unwelcome, more still who feel unsafe after all they have seen in these streets. There is a town to rebuild, an Inn we can stay at, even Moonrise could be restored to become a beacon of hope again.” Tav smiled, her heart warming more than it had in many a long year. “And plenty of children who need a family.” 

“Sadly a great number of them,” Halsin replied, almost as if he felt the ripples of their loss. “They may not all wish to come with us, but we can give them an option. An open door, open arms, and open hearts.” 

��Is there ever a limit to your kindness, Halsin?” Tav rubbed her nose against his affectionately. “Possibly.” He returned the gesture, the hint of his own smile in his response this time too. “Would you like to find out?” 

“We’re going to end up rivalling Jaheira’s brood, aren’t we?” She couldn’t help but think of the older druid’s adopted family, how they all took care of each other when she was away. “But let’s not go on too many adventures, not unless we have to. I think I’ve had quite enough excitement and danger for a while.” “I couldn’t have said it better myself, my love.” Halsin finally broke the contact, leaning his head back a little to look at her again. “I cannot wait to see if any of them pick up your laugh, the way you smile in the sun, develop your terrible skills in the kitchen-”  Tav playfully bit his nose. “That was one time! But… Fine, you can teach them how to cook, which berries are safe to eat, and I’ll show them how to properly hold a sword or run from the scary old bear chasing after them to wash behind their ears.”

The pain was falling away, the pieces of broken dreams being gathered from the floor, stitched together into a new pattern. Patchwork, perhaps, and not the tapestry either of them might have imagined in centuries past, but every new thread wove something stronger. Shards of what couldn’t be beginning to form the stained glass mosaic of a brighter future now the storm had passed.

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I won't lie, I took my heart from my chest and threw it at the page, hurting every feeling I have ever had in the process. But that in itself is cathartic, the piece needed out, the story needed to be told.

Life may not always work in our favour, fate takes away choices we might have had, and some things even magic cannot solve. But healing can come in different forms, like finding a different future, and finding the last flickering light in the dark to chase the shadows away.

#halsin x tav #halsin #tav #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 #fanfic #bg3 tav #ao3fic #ao3 fanfic #angst #hurt/comfort #heavy topics #one shot fic

[ecstarry]

pls tell me if someone will actually want to read this

I'm writing this one shot where Reg and Barty where childhood sweethearts, but they lose contact once Regulus leaves France. Only to reconect a decade later but once again parting ways because they just couldn't make it work. When James comes into Regulus' life he falls, deeply, and makes a life with him. Another ten years pass them by and Barty is visiting, and sweet and perfect James encourages Regulus to meet with him. They talk about their past, their present but not the future.

James starts feeling insecure about 'been in the way of a great love story' unable to see just how beautiful their own story is. But still wants to see this side of Regulus.

Eventually they part ways once more, with the knowledge that this life was not meant for Barty and him, but for James and Regulus.

#yes just like in past lives #its actually a past lives au #jegulus oneshot #one shot fic #jegulus #james potter #james x regulus #jegulus fanfiction #jegulus fanfic rec #barty crouch jr #ao3 #bartylus #regulus black

[maraudersoncrack1981]

PETER PETTIGREW STANS PLS READ!!

Hello there my fellow silly little rat lovers, I'm making a fic on Ao3 filled with one shots about Peter Pettigrew, called 50 shades of Peter (the name doesn't relate to the fic every chapter wont be smut). Anywhoo I was struggling to conjure up some ideas and thought, why not ask the people who might be reading it? So id love for you lovely lot to tell me the one shots you would like to read about!! The ships that are gonna be portrayed in some of these one shots are: -Partyvan -Party -Prongstail If you have any ideas for what you'd like to be included or any headcannons you would like me to create into a chapter PLEASEEEEEE comment them! (Im actually begging please)

#marauders era #dead gay wizards #whiskersmoc #peter pettigrew #partyvan #party #prongstail #barty crouch jr #evan rosier #james potter #one shot fic #peter pettigrew one shots fic

[heart-of-the-morningstar]

Sidetracked

Summary: Pavitr wants to know what's happening to his city. But somehow, he gets sidetracked along the way.

Consider this a potential opening to Beyond the Spider-Verse. I wanted to write something that sort of paralleled Gwen's opening scene in Across the Spider-Verse. Pavitr is my new favorite Spider and I wanted him to have more screen time, so I gave him some! I haven't written anything in a hot minute so please excuse any mistakes and I hope y'all enjoy! This story is also on my AO3 here.

Commission done by @ssuzu

Pavitr was left alone standing on the collapsed bridge. Hobie, Gwen, and Miles had left with Jess to speak with Miguel about the whole Spot situation. The black hole below him was engulfing his city, some Spiders were circled around it doing their best to contain…whatever it was. Pavitr wasn’t sure. He wasn’t given any answers as to what was happening before his team departed.

Maybe they can tell me what’s going on, Pavitr thought as he swung down to meet the other Spiders down below. Unfortunately, they didn’t have many answers to give him. “We’re going to try and contain this anomaly,” one of them said. “The canon was broken,” another said. “It’s too dangerous for you to be here, kid. Let us handle this,” yet another one said. Pavitr became frustrated and gave up asking them any more questions. He swung back up to the broken bridge and made sure everyone was clear of the damage. Luckily, everyone was safe. He realized then that the day was ending, it was almost dusk. He needed to get home; he knew Maya Auntie would be worried about him after today’s events.

He landed in the closest alleyway to his home and made sure no one was around before he changed back into Pavitr Prabhakar. Luckily it was dark enough now that he could easily hide in the shadows. Hurriedly stuffing his suit in his backpack, he ran up the stairs to his aunt’s apartment. Please be asleep, please be asleep, Pavitr thought to himself repeatedly moving as fast as his legs could carry him. Quietly, he opened the door to the apartment, the door squeaking as it opened.

Maya Auntie was nowhere in sight. Although, he did notice that the television was on. It was the news. He slowly turned the handle of the door and silently closed it behind him. He walked towards the television that had the ruined bridge on display in full view on the screen. Flashes of broken concrete, mangled vehicles, and torn cables. Pavitr had only been Spider-Man for six months, he had never yet dealt with damage on this scale before. It was a miracle that no one was hurt. If not for the others, he didn’t even want to think of how bad it could have been.

“This was the scene today after the destruction of the Alchemax building earlier this afternoon,” the news anchor reported. “The bridge had completely collapsed while hundreds of people were traveling in and out of the city. But thanks to the heroic efforts of Spider-Man and what appears to be other Spider heroes, no one was injured during this crisis.” A slight smile appeared across Pavitr’s face. He really did owe them everything. Especially Miles, the new guy that had saved Inspector Singh when he himself couldn’t. “Yes, everyone has been saved,” the man on the television continued, “but what has everyone concerned now is the massive black hole that has appeared in Mumbattan. What this is or where it came from is unknown, but we here at the station were told by authorities that everyone should stay clear of the area. Rescue teams have already been deployed to ensure everyone residing there is moved to a safer location…” The reporter continued but Pavitr had stopped listening. He was tired and the news reminding him of this anomaly only made his heart sink. He didn’t want to hear anymore.

He had stopped walking and looked down at the arm of the couch where the remote sat. He reached down to grab it, but realized someone’s head was resting on the arm as well. It was Maya Auntie. She must have fallen asleep waiting for him. He knew how lucky he was to have her watching over him. After losing his parents and his Uncle Bhim, she was the only real family he had left. He grabbed the remote and pressed the “OFF” button, the television humming softly. He put down the remote and knelt in front of his aunt and began to shake her ever so lightly.

“Hi Maya Auntie, I’m home,” Pavitr whispered. Maya inhaled slowly and opened her eyes to see her nephew staring at her softly.

“Pavitr,” she answered, “Thank goodness, you’re safe. Where have you been? There was a terrible accident in the city today, I was worried about you!” She sat up slowly as Pavitr stood up to help her off the couch. “I needed to know you were safe, I wanted to wait up for you, but I suppose I let myself drift off.” Her nephew leaned in and hugged her tightly.

“I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to worry you,” Pavitr replied. “I promise I’m okay. I wasn’t anywhere near that part of the city.” A twinge of guilt struck him. He felt bad lying to her, but he also felt as though he didn’t have a choice. He needed to keep her safe, that was his priority. He couldn’t stand losing one more person. His aunt smiled at him and yawned, her eyes growing heavy. “Let’s get you to bed,” Pavitr offered. He led her to her room and opened the door for her. “I’ll see you in the morning, Maya Auntie. Good night.”

She smiled and nodded to him. Pavitr closed the door and breathed a small sigh of relief. He stumbled off to his room and threw his backpack towards the foot of his bed. He plopped down on the mattress, staring blankly at the ceiling. He needed to go to sleep, it had been more than an exhausting day. A mysterious villain from another universe caused irreparable damage to his city, he nearly lost the love of his life, and now there was a terrifying dimension-tearing hole swallowing up Mumbattan.

Maybe being Spider-Man isn’t so easy, Pavitr thought to himself as he tossed and turned his bed, desperately trying to turn his brain off. It was no use though, there was too much happening, and he had no answers for anything. He stared blankly out of the open window next to his bed; it seemed so peaceful outside considering the chaos that ensued only a few hours ago. Pavitr decided he couldn’t be idle anymore, not for this. He needed to talk to Miguel.

Springing up from his bed, he grabbed his backpack and once again threw on his Spider-Man suit, grabbing his inter-dimensional watch in the process. Praying the Maya Auntie wouldn’t wake up in the middle of the night and notice his disappearance, he leapt from the window and thwipped his web towards the closest structure. He decided drawing attention to himself in this case would not be ideal. Once he reached a high enough building, he began leaping from roof top to roof top, avoiding swinging through the streets when he could. He wanted to create as little disturbance as possible when traveling to another dimension, those portals that the watch created were not easily missed.

Pavitr stopped on a high apartment complex that looked over a good chunk of the city. Despite all the action that took place today, Mumbattan was bustling like it always does. Traffic as far as the eye could see, flashing lights, crowds of people going who knows where, but to Pavitr, it was home. His home. And he was going to protect it. He had to. Spider-Man had to. As he scanned the city below, something caught his eye when he looked below him. A single light was shining through an otherwise completely dark building. He noticed someone standing on the balcony, a young woman. She was leaning against the railing, arms sitting crossed on top of the bar. She looked familiar, really familiar…it almost looked like…

Gayatri! Pavitr thought before pulling himself away from the edge of the roof. Out of all the places, how could he have chosen the one place his girlfriend lived? He’s never actually been to her place before, on account of Gayatri and him trying to hide their relationship from her father. He did, however, know that she lived in this part of the city. Pavitr approached the edge of the roof again, looking down once more. She was still there, looking over the city as he had been moments before. He wanted so badly to leap down and give her another hug, just to make sure she was alright. But she didn’t know about his secret double life as a crime-fighting superhero, no one did.

He shook his head vigorously, trying to drown out his thoughts. No, no, no, he chastised himself, I CANNOT go down there right now. I can’t just swing down and greet her as Spider-Man! What would she…I mean, how would I…this isn’t…, Pavitr struggled to come up with a good enough reason to walk away right now. He couldn’t. The fact that she had almost perished today left his knees weak and his head spinning. He had to check on her. Ugh, fine! But just for a second. I can come up with some type of excuse…He tossed his bangle and wrapped it around the complex’s chimney. Ever so slowly, he reclined his web downwards until it was at the same level as Gayatri’s balcony.

“Uh, hi Miss,” Pavitr greeted her, waving sheepishly. Gayatri turned her head, her eyes widened as she jumped back slightly before realizing who it was hanging outside of her balcony. She exhaled and waved back, giving him a coy smile. She couldn’t tell, but Pavitr’s heart was almost beating out of his chest. Gayatri’s smile was so comforting and warm, it was his favorite thing about her. “May I, uh, join you for a second?” Pavitr asked. Gayatri nodded and shuffled over so he would have space to land. Using his legs for momentum, he swung himself onto her balcony and retracted his bangle, landing inches away from her. His breath hitched and he clenched his fists when he realized that he was towering over her. Oh, this was such a BAD idea, he thought. But for some reason, Gayatri didn’t seem confused or afraid, which was a better outcome than Pavitr expected. She seemed…relaxed somehow? Both stood there for a few seconds, wordless, but for them it felt like hours had already passed.

“So,” Gayatri finally spoke after what seemed like an eternity, “to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit, Spider-Man? It’s a lucky thing that my father isn’t home yet.” Gayatri moved back from the hero in front of her and leaned her back on the opposite side of the railing where she was standing before, crossing her arms and letting out the slightest hint of a giggle.

“Oh, yes! Well, uh,” Pavitr started to say, rummaging around his head trying to rationalize why he came here in the first place. “I was, y’know, swinging through the city, as I do and…I happened to see you standing here on your balcony. And I recognized you from the bridge today, you were that young woman on that bus. I thought I would umm, check to see if you were alright.” Pavitr mirrored Gayatri’s stance, leaning on the opposite side of the balcony’s edge and folding his arms.

Gayatri chuckled, tucking one side of her hair behind her ear. “I’m alright, thanks to you. Do you always check up on the people you save or is it just the pretty girls?” she teased.

“No, no!” Pavitr stuttered, “I mean, no I don’t always check up on everyone! You are very pretty…WAIT NO, I didn’t mean that! I’m sorry! I MEAN, yes, you’re very pretty, beautiful even, but uh, I just happened to see you out here and I…I should be quiet now!” Pavitr threw his hands over his mouth; he felt his pulse pounding in his ear and sweat starting to form on his forehead. He was unraveling quickly.

Gayatri only shook her head and laughed. “You’re very kind, Spider-Man. It’s not everyday you make a superhero swoon.” 

Pavitr gulped. Something was off, he thought Gayatri would be flustered or even a little bit shy when she was face-to-face (sort of) with his hero persona. But no, it wasn’t like that at all. It was almost like she was…flirting with him? She couldn’t be, could she? Pavitr chuckled nervously, dragging his hand along the back of his neck. “Ha-ha, yeah. Well, I…I think I should get going. I’m glad you’re alright, Miss.” Before he could turn around and grab his bangle, he felt something grab his arm.

“Wait!” Gayatri nearly shouted. Pavitr remained frozen in place, his head telling him to leave but his heart telling him to stay. He chose the latter. Gayatri let his arm go once she realized he was staying put. “Sorry! I…I was wondering…” she continued, looking down at the ground and holding her one arm at her side. “You did save my life today, and your friends saved my father. I owe you more than I can ever repay. But…” she paused, “I can think of one thing I can give you that may convey my gratitude properly.”

Gayatri stepped closer to Pavitr until she was almost chest to chest with him. Pavitr remained motionless, tightly gripping the metal behind him. Tentatively, Gayatri lifted her hand towards the mask covering the boy’s face. She hooked her thumb under the fabric of the mask and looked back at him. Pavitr didn’t move, he couldn’t move, his limbs were frozen, and his voice disappeared. His breathing became shallow, he couldn’t even from a coherent thought. A small grin appeared on Gayatri’s face, slowly she began lifting his mask, finally revealing his lips. Without warning, Pavitr had snapped out of his trance and swiftly took hold of Gayatri’s hand.

“Wait,” he managed to choke out. Pavitr guided her hand down away from him but leaving his mask the way it was. “I’m…I’m flattered, really I am, but I…,” Pavitr trailed off, unable to finish his train of thought. Gayatri didn’t look sad or disappointed when he had stopped her just now, was she smiling?

“So, you’re saying you don’t want a kiss from your girlfriend, Pavi?” Gayatri questioned playfully, taking a few steps away from him.

“Wh…what did you call me?” Pavitr stammered. He stood on her balcony in complete and utter disbelief.

Gayatri only crossed her arms and laughed. “I know it’s you, Pavitr. It’s alright.”

There’s no way she knows, she’s bluffing, Pavitr tried to rationalize in his head. “I’m sorry Miss, you…you must have me confused with someone else! I’m not…”

“Pavitr Prabhakar,” Gayatri said, cutting him off. Her smile slowly faded as she placed her hands on her hips, “enough. Please.”

“I…I’m…” Pavitr stuttered, but it was no use. “I’m sorry.” He let out a deep sigh and reached for his mask. He grasped it and with one quick pull, it was gone. Gayatri hummed, finally seeing the face of the boy she knew was there the entire time. Pavitr remained still, looking down at the ground. He couldn’t bring himself to look up at his girlfriend, a mixture of embarrassment and guilt flowing through him. “How did you know?” Pavitr asked softly, tightening his grip he had on the mask.

Gayatri walked back towards him, seemingly in slow motion, until she was inches away. She reached up and placed one hand on his shoulder and the other under his chin, tilting his head upwards so she could see his eyes. They looked tired, even a little sad. She stood up on her tip toes and planted a small peck on his cheek. His head quickly darted away from her again, doing his best to hide his fluster. His warm red cheeks, however, were not so easy to conceal. Gayatri only giggled and placed her other hand on his opposite shoulder. Instinctively, Pavitr reached down and put his hands around her waist, managing to give her a nervous smile. “You do know my father is a police inspector, right Pavi? I think I’m a little more than capable of putting some clues together. You never really disguise your voice at all, your build is hard to overlook, and especially your naturally perfect hair was a dead giveaway!” She took her hand and began to twirl his hair between her fingers. “I knew it was you for a while now.” Pavitr chuckled, wrapping both of his arms around her and pulling her as close to him as possible. Gayatri smiled warmly and hugged him back like she wanted to back on the bridge.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, Gayatri,” he pulled away from her, leaving one hand on her hip and the other cupping her face, his thumbs drawing circles on her cheek. “I just thought…it would be too dangerous. You and Maya Auntie are the most important people to me. If you ever got hurt, if you were ever in any danger because of me…”, he couldn’t bring himself to finish that thought.

Gayatri took her hand and placed it on top of his own, relishing in his touch. “I know I’m safe as long as you’re here, Pavi. I trust you.”

Pavitr smiled. He felt like the luckiest boy in the world to have a girlfriend who is so genuine and caring. He took his hand off her hip and brought it to her other cheek, cupping her face in his hands. He leaned down, closed his eyes, and pressed his lips against hers. He felt her soft lips curve into a smile as she kissed him back, he didn’t want this moment to ever end. He pulled away from her slowly, staring into her beautiful brown eyes and tucking her hair behind her ear.

“Y’know, if your father ever found out about this, he’d string me up by my own webs!” Pavitr quipped.

Gayatri let out a small chuckle, “Don’t worry about that, I at least know how to keep a secret!”

“Aagh!” Pavitr shouts, placing his hand over his heart, “your words cut so deep! How will I ever recover?!” All of a sudden, Pavitr arms shot out to grab Gayatri by her waist to lift her up in the air and began twirling her in a circle. Laughter escaped from both teenagers, echoing out into the night sky. It was a perfect moment. Almost.

Suddenly, a bright flash appeared across the way, on the rooftop directly in front of the couple. They looked at each other and back towards the now illuminated rooftop, they couldn’t tell what the source of the light could be. It started to take shape, forming rings of hexagons around it. A portal?, Pavitr thought to himself, but it didn’t look like the portals he had seen before. Normally, they were orange and yellow in color. But this one was flashier with a cacophony of different colors; it almost looked unstable. A few more seconds passed before a figure stepped through the portal. From what Pavitr could tell, this person was petite, they were wearing a hood and covered in mostly white. Then it hit him.

“Gwen!” Pavitr nearly shouted, waving to her vigorously. He turned to Gayatri, “It’s alright, she’s a friend, she’s a Spider like me! It’s kind of a long story, but she’s one of the Spiders helped me on the bridge today.” Gayatri smiled and nodded. They turned again to look at where Gwen was standing, but noticed two more figures had emerged from the portal. Pavitr recognized Hobie standing on the left of Gwen immediately. To her right was Peter, his baby Mayday in tow. His happy demeanor quickly shifted; something didn’t feel right.

Gayatri noticed the change in Pavitr’s expression. “Is something wrong, Pavi?”

“I’m not sure,” Pavitr admitted.

Gwen then launched herself over to them, landing perfectly and squatting on the balcony railing. She removed her mask, letting her hood fall behind her. Pavitr looked at her eyes, their bright blue color seemed dimmer somehow, almost drained, with dark circles underneath. She sighed and finally spoke.

“Pav, something’s happened,” she breathed. “It’s Miles, he’s in trouble. I thought I’d grab some friends to join my band.”

“Is Miles alright?” Pavitr asked worriedly.

Gwen sighed and looked away from him. “I’m not sure. I don’t know exactly where he is either, I just know he’s not where he’s supposed to be and that he needs all the help he can get. Are you in?”

Pavitr, still somewhat confused, nodded in determination. Miles saved Inspector Singh today as well as countless other lives; it was his turn to help him.

Gwen turned to Gayatri and stuck out her hand. “You must be Gayatri. I’m Gwen,” she greeted warmly. Gayatri mirrored her motion and shook her hand; Gwen had a stronger grip than she was prepared for. “Pav likes to talk about you a lot.”

“Gwen!” Pavitr scolded, making Gayatri laugh.

“We’ll bring him back in one piece, I promise,” Gwen told her. She turned to Pavitr, thwipping her web behind her in the process. “I’ll umm…give you two a moment.” With that, Gwen had flung herself back on top of the roof with the strange-looking portal.

Pavitr shifted towards Gayatri, holding her arms at her sides and leaning down ever so slightly. “I have to go,” he muttered. “Miles…he’s the one who saved your father today. If he needs help, I need to be there for him.”

Gayatri wrapped her arms around him and squeezed as tight as he could, Pavitr doing the same. “Go,” she whispered. “When you find Miles, please thank him for me.” Both of them let their arms drop down to their sides. “Please be safe.”

“Anything for you,” Pavitr agreed. He placed his hands on her shoulders, leaning down to place a kiss on her forehead. Pavitr leaped onto the railing of the balcony and grabbed one of his bangles. He launched it over to where Gwen and the others were standing. He looked back at Gayatri one last time and smiled. “I’ll see you soon,” he assured her.

“You better,” Gayatri joked, “because I’m very interested in knowing what you’ve been saying to all of your friends about me!”

Pavitr laughed, having a small blush move across his face. “Only good things, of course.” Pavitr reached out his hand, Gayatri placing her own hand in it. He brought her hand up to his face, kissing it softly. “I love you, Gayatri Singh, and I always will.” Without another word, Pavitr launched himself to join the other members of Gwen’s band.

“Ready to go?”, Gwen asked him.

Pavitr looked back to the balcony, waving goodbye one last time to the girl of his dreams. “Yeah,” he boasted, “let’s do this!” The team walked through the portal, the light finally disappearing, leaving Gayatri alone in the night once more.

“I love you more, Pavitr Prabhakar.” Gayatri sighed.

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[kitsune024]

Danny Phantom & Batman: Under the Red Hood Fanfiction Crossover

oh lazarus, how did your debts get paid by HollowMashiro

Jason emerges from the Lazarus Pit with a whole extra person in tow.

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[ankhmutes]

Smoky Kisses in the Moonlight

This is my first attempt at writing DBF! Joel smut. So no under 18s please for this one. Thank you! Under the page break. I mean, come on I'm still learning Tumblr and don't post things like this often so please bear with me.

You and Joel are at a party.....

The party had been going on for more than half the day and it was already late at night, and it was finally- finally winding down. Your dad had left to go pick up more beer. You had been watching his best friend, Joel Miller, all night. Joel had taken off his shirt right before dinner, and had been walking around shirtless all day, making you crazy.

You could see the faint sheen of sweat, or sunscreen, but you didn't care. You only cared about the tight muscles that moved under his skin as he swam, his skin glinting in the sun. Now it was night, and he still shone under the moonlight.

The music was still cranked up and you were feeling confident with that buzz you got from a few good beers. Taking a shot of Jack for confidence, you walked out from the living room, watching him get up from the couch and walk out to the backyard where there was a nice small bonfire going. Everyone else had migrated to the kitchen and living room.

"Shame you can't see the stars much anymore." you say as an opener, your eyes watching Joel sitting in the rickety lawn chair by the fire. You could feel drool in your mouth, and moisture soaking your thin cotton thong as you watched his skin glistening in the firelight.

"Yeah, it's way better up in the country." He said as he exhaled smoke, leaning back in the chair and moving his soft brown eyes up to you. You felt your mouth go dry, and you weren't sure if you had wet yourself out of excitement, or your arousal had soaked through your panties.

Seizing the moment, you sat on his lap and smirked, eyes glinting mischievously. You had been exchanging shy glances with Joel all day, and you had a vague feeling he was too shy to even try anything.

Leaning back, you stretched yourself out far enough to grab a beer bottle by the neck from a small side table, taking a big swig, careful to keep your lips on it just enough to simulate a slight sucking motion.

You could feel something stir. You hoped it was his dick, and you decided to go in for the kill.

"I think I like it best right ... here." you say as you lean forward, cigarette smoke dancing in the firelight. The many different smells overwhelmed you, and you felt erotic in the moonlight, just you and Joel by the fire.

"I'm glad to hear that." he said after a slight beat, his eyes glinting mischievously as his lips twitched around his cigarette. He leaned forward, pausing before the gap was closed between the two of you. You could feel your nipples tightening with anticipation as they felt his skin brush against you. You swore your body was on fire and aching to be touched and filled.

"please." you whispered, licking your lips ever so slightly. Joel leaned back, sucking slightly on his cigarette and then brushed his lips against yours.

The world disappeared in smoke.

There were only you and Joel. your lips pressed against his, and he teased you with his mouth. Smoke filled your mouth, and your senses. You tried to hold on as long as you could, but you needed air. moving ever so slightly, you leaned back and exhaled slowly, smoke blowing away in the slight breeze to join in with the smoke from the bonfire.

Joel kissed you twice more, twice more you were filled with smoke, until you couldn't take it anymore, sliding a leg around to the other side so you straddled him, your soaked panties sliding up against the nice tent in his shorts.

"Baby, the things you do to me." Joel grunted, putting down the cigarette in an ashtray and sliding his hands over your thighs to your ass. His hands brushed against the edge of your panties, and his eyes went to yours.

"There's no going back."

"Nope." you say with confidence, tugging down the band of his shorts, his cock springing free. Joel did not hesistate, nudging aside your thong to slide right in with a quiet gasp that was muffled by your mouth, you riding him hard like the cowboy he was, smirking into the soul-scorching kisses.

"Fuck." Joel groaned as his head leaned back, his hands going to your breasts. His mouth followed suit, torturing your nipples with gentle suctioning kisses until you came, your orgasm muffled with more kisses from Joel, Big and Rich's "Save a horse and ride a cowboy" coming to an end as Joel followed after you, slamming your hips down on his dick that you would feel it for hours afterward, but you didn't care.

"I guess I did my part and rode a cowboy after all." you said after a half-second of catching your breath. Joel's eyes shone with humor as he shook his head, smirking at you as he cleaned himself up with a t-shirt, and you slid around, arranging yourself to give nothing away as you heard the party moving closer to the backyard.

"Beer's here! glad you could take care of Kitten, Joel." your dad said as he came into the backyard carrying two new cases of beer and the party moved back into the backyard around the bonfire. "Hope she wasn't a handful."

Thank you for the encouragement if you have read this far and actually liked it! @chaotic-mystery was an inspiration thanks to some great gifs that were shared of Joel smoking... and I couldn't help myself. I just realized the gif is of Javier Pena, so I guess it can count as Javi too?

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[paintbrushyy]

Gentle Gestures

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Ship: Bokuaka

Rating: T

Tags: Birthday fic, presents, kissing, fluff

Summary:

Bokuto brings Akaashi to the roof for a surprise, and Akaashi waits patiently for what it is. ~ "Bokuto-san, what are you doing with all this?" Akaashi places the top on his lunch box and sets it down next to him, adjusting the blanket on his lap. It's warm and very soft. And he recognizes it as one that sits on the top of Bokuto's bed. "Are you finished eating?" Bokuto asks. "Yes, but I want to know what's happening." Bokuto smiles and turns his entire body towards Akaashi. He sits cross legged, and pulls his bag into his lap. "Bokuto-san..." "Shh, you'll understand in a moment Keiji." Akaashi's heart flips at the way he says this, at the use of his given name. They don't use their names very freely yet. They use them in only very intimate spaces, when there's no chance for anyone else to hear. They say them like they're secrets only they know of each other. ~

Bokuto asked if Akaashi wanted to go to the roof during lunch. As soon as he found him on campus that morning, it was like he was waiting to ask. And of course...Akaashi said yes.

Bokuto leads them up the stairs to the top door, opening it in silence. It's bright out, but it's cold, and the wind is sharp on the roof. It cuts deep into their skin. So Akaashi pulls up the loop of his scarf to cover his face more.

"It's cold out here," he comments, but Bokuto doesn't respond, just hums in agreement before sitting down by the fence. He smiles up at Akaashi, still standing by the door. Bokuto pats the concrete at his side to offer Akaashi a seat next to him. He's never been able to deny Bokuto anything. So he sits, folding his knees and opening his lunch in his lap. "Bokuto-san, is there a reason you wanted to sit out here?" Akaashi asks. But again Bokuto just shrugs and seems to dismiss him.

"Just seemed nice out today."

Today, it rings out like a bell in Akaashi's head. It's today. Today is happening, and Bokuto hasn't said the one thing Akaashi had somewhat been waiting for through all his classes. But he doesn't touch the subject, he doesn't want to pressure Bokuto.

"Yeah, I guess it is," he whispers, looking up at the sky.

"Yup." Bokuto's opened his lunch and started eating the sandwich he bought. And Akaashi too lets the questions in his mouth fade as he opens his own lunch.

His mother packed it, and it has some of his favorites. And usually he'd eat his least favorite towards the best part. But today is special, so he decides to start with the best first.

Akaashi picks up the mandarin, pressing his thumb down to try and open it. But it just squishes, and as he struggles to not crush the fruit another hand reaches in between his.

"Here," Bokuto whispers. He take s the fruit, and using his nail, cuts open the skin, and pulls off a peel.

"I think I cut my nails too short this morning," Akaashi whispers as a weak excuse. But Bokuto just shakes his head and continues with a smile. He doesn't have to peel the entire thing, but he does. And Akaashi watches intently as Bokuto's surprisingly gentle hands pull away each piece of skin. Slowly he reveals its heart and then pulls off one small wedge.

"My tax," Bokuto whispers, then hands the fruit back. He pops the mandarin wedge in his mouth and smiles brightly at Akaashi.

Akaashi cradles the tiny mandarin in his two hands and looks up at Bokuto.

"Thank you," he whispers and looks down.

" Any time," Bokuto says. Akaashi eats a wedge of the mandarin, the sweetness bursting in his mouth. And he feels the strangest urge to cry. He can't stop thinking of something he read. About peeling a mandarin meaning "I love you." And even though he's known this. Even though they've said it to each other before. The simple, gentle, act of Bokuto doing this somehow makes it feel like the most real truth on earth.

They eat quietly for sometime, until Akaashi finishes his meal. Bokuto finishes first, and when he does he starts digging around in his bag. He pulls out a blanket that's been shoved and crumpled around his books. And Akaashi watches in silence as he pulls it over them. He holds up his food and lets Bokuto place it over his lap and wonders what's the point. Bokuto is doing something and Akaashi isn't sure what or why. But he watches, trusting the process and waiting for this obvious surprise. But eventually it becomes overwhelming when Bokuto just stares at him and waits.

"Bokuto-san, what are you doing with all this?" Akaashi places the top on his lunch box and sets it down next to him, adjusting the blanket on his lap. It's warm and very soft. And he recognizes it as one that sits on the top of Bokuto's bed.

"Are you finished eating?" Bokuto asks.

"Yes, but I want to know what's happening." Bokuto smiles and turns his entire body towards Akaashi. He sits cross legged, and pulls his bag into his lap. "Bokuto-san..."

"Shh, you'll understand in a moment Keiji." Akaashi's heart flips at the way he says this, at the use of his given name. They don't use their names very freely yet. They use them in only very intimate spaces, when there's no chance for anyone else to hear. They say them like they're secrets only they know of each other.

So Akaashi waits, because now he knows that whatever this is, Bokuto's trying to be loving. Akaashi turns his body to face Bokuto's as well. Slowly Bokuto pulls out a paper container with a small ribbon wrapped around it. Bokuto pushes his bag out of his lap, and positions the box so that when opened the top flips to the side. 

"It's technically a gift, so you should pull the ribbon, but I'm going to light the candle so I'll hold it," Bokuto says.

Akaashi's heart is racing now. They lean into each other, and Akaashi feels their knees start to touch. He reaches and pulls on the red ribbon, pulling it loose until it falls away. Bokuto opens the white box and reveals a bright red red velvet cupcake. It's got white frosting and bits of yellow sprinkles on top.

"Okay," Bokuto whispers. He reaches to his side and pulls out a small birthday candle and places it in the center of the pastry. Then he reaches again and pulls out a lighter, something he very much shouldn't have at school. Akaashi's eyes widen a little. "Don't tell," Bokuto whispers, "I stole it from my kitchen this morning."

A cloud covers the sun overhead. Bokuto with one hand holding the box of the cupcake, lights the candle with the other. And between them it glows over their faces.

"Make a wish, Keiji," Bokuto says and stares over the cupcake, watching him with golden glowing eyes. Bokuto tosses the lighter in his lap, and cups one hand to the side of the flame to keep the wind from blowing it out. He holds it up closer to Akaashi's lips. "Blow it out." Akaashi looks from the cupcake to him and swallows. He closes his eyes and places a hand on Bokuto's knee, leaning forward and blows out the candle.

It's so silent that his breath sounds like a whisper in their ears and when the candle goes out the sun returns. Akaashi opens his eyes. He leans away and Bokuto lowers the cupcake.

"Did you make a good wish?" He asks. It makes Akaashi's heart clench in his chest. He nods.

"Yeah I think I made a good wish." Akaashi can't resist his impulsive decision, and he isn't sure he tries very hard to. He can't stop smiling, and there are bouts of giggles trapped in his chest. He never feels like this at school, he never feels like this in the open, this giddy and overwhelmed. These aren't public emotions. These are emotions he only feels with Bokuto, feelings he only feels when they're alone and believing in forever.

He picks up the cupcake from between them and sets it to the side on the ground. Bokuto watches him with a smile and then his eyes grow wide as Akaashi gets to his knees. The blanket falls from his lap and he feels his legs get colder, but it doesn't faze him. He shuffles closer and Bokuto's hands come up instinctively to hold his hips. Akaashi settles in Bokuto's lap and doesn't wait to pull him into a kiss and let himself be held. He lets go of any fear of being caught and embraces the warmth of Bokuto's body against his own. He just wants Bokuto, kissing him till death.

Bokuto sighs when their lips meet and he kisses Akaashi back easily. His hands tighten slightly as they slide onto Akaashi's waist, and Akaashi can feel Bokuto pulling on his shirt, probably wishing it weren't there. Bokuto's heart is racing under Akaashi's palms at his pulse, holding him as their lips move. There's a cloud that escapes from between them as they both sigh out hot breaths between a kiss, where their warmth meet the cold of winter.

But eventually their smiles get in the way.

"Happy birthday, Keiji," Bokuto whispers when Akaashi pulls away, finally saying what Akaashi was waiting for, what he was silently and patiently wishing to hear.

Bokuto doesn't ask what Akaashi's wish was but Akaashi says it anyway.

"You," Akaashi whispers. And Bokuto's brows turn up a little.

"What?"

"You," Akaashi says, "that's what I wished for, I wished for you."

He swears he sees Bokuto's cheeks get pinker, and he feels the back of his neck get warmer under Akaashi's palm. It makes him smile and he leans in again to place a soft kiss on his lips again, just a peck before pulling away.

"Keiji you cant tell me though, or else it wont come true." Bokuto seems concerned all of a sudden but Akaashi looks at him with a smile and holds him tighter. He shakes his head.

"I don't believe that. Why would keeping something from someone I love make it any stronger?" Bokuto blinks a few times.

"Well cause, cause it's supposed to be between you and the universe."

Akaashi nods at this.

"You are my universe Kou," he whispers, and smiles in a way that almost hurts. "You'll keep my wishes safe, I know you will." He leans forward again, and Bokuto lets him take as he pleases, saying what he wishes and accepting all of Akaashi's truths. He lets his complains dissolve into their kiss, and Akaashi fully indulge in what he's always craving. "Thank you, Koutarou," Akaashi whispers, quietly and hopelessly, wishing on Bokuto's name, knowing in all the world it is the best place to put them.

//END

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[exielimon]

I don’t believe I’m making one of these ever again, I just needed to get it out of my head, I’m not a writer. Anyways LU first and probably last fic.

This one is called-

Thought it was normal

I am really sorry if there are mistakes along the text, my native language is not english.

——

“hey bro…?”

“hm?”

“I can’t find my earphones, do you have something I can borrow?”

“Uhhh… yeah, you see, that box on the table beside the front door? there should be my earphones, but I advise you, they sound quite low.”

“Okay thank you!”

I have always had an imaginative mind, I was always imagining myself into non-physically-posible situations, always distracting me from my reality and getting me out of the pain of boredom. I was doing that too, in the moment I heard a thud behind me through the music in my brother’s black earphones. I could always hear that type of weird noises in my house, it was not haunted, I am sure of that because my parents built it, so I was not worried, I was even used to it. I looked over my shoulder, glancing around the kitchen and as expected, not finding anything, again, I could always hear those type of sounds, specially around that hour, around one in the morning I mean, but this was normal, never happens anything.

I turned around to see the dishes again, my music still playing.

There was a window in front of me, a big window actually. It was in the very front of my house, facing the street of my neighborhood, I couldn’t see through it because of the lack of light outside, so in that pitch black, I could only see reflection from inside my house and some lights from outside.

This reflection confused me when I saw two little red dots glowing in the cristal of the window, it was not a car outside, since they were beside one another and not one on top of the other, they were too small anyway… and they didn’t shine, they were only… there… glowing slightly… growing closer… wait- closer?!

The reflection still confused me when I turned around with a slight gasp leaving my lips and I didn’t find anything of such fire-like color. Wait… I never got scared of things like this… what’s happening…? the feeling of being watched was always present, it was normal too… it was present here too… but this was different from other times… it was never more that the beginning 'thud'… what the heck?

I tried to ignore it again… never happens anything anyway… I turned to see the window once more, the glowing dots were still there… but didn’t move anymore… now they…- it… was closer… almost could feel it’s breath in my right ear through the still playing music… or… wait… I can feel it’s breath… what was that dark thing in the corner of my eye?! what-

I turned my head, stepping quickly to the opposite way, there was nothing…

“what the…-“

The window had a pitch black again, nothing of another color… I ignored it again… it was over, I was just tired, or at least that’s what I wanted to believe, it was almost two in the morning, when had an hour passed…?

I finished the dishes and took my stuff, my phone, the box of my brother’s wireless earphones and drank a cup of water.

Going to the stairs and glancing back to the window of the kitchen is the last thing I remember of my home. Those red glowing dots were mocking at me again through the reflection. I felt my foot slip from a step, then my vision was void-black.

I am now lying in who-knows-where, I can see a blue sky and a few leaves producing shade over my eyes, is sounds peaceful, I feel a little dizzy actually… my vision is blurring again… I think my head hurts, I don’t know, I don’t believe I’m thinking straight, the slurred sounds of someone screaming in the distance are proving so… it’s silly…

Uh…

Blue sky…? a tree…? was I not inside my house…? Why do I feel grass beneath my body…? I’m sure I was going to sleep…

who’s screaming…?

I glance to my left, I can’t exactly see, my vision is growing more blurred by every second, I can spot a few people, a few of them look like they’re searching something frenetically through… what is that… their bags I guess…?

heh, this is how my friend who never wears her glasses sees?? that’s fucked up…

Oh right… back to where I am…

Where am I??

My arm looks a little… hurt… that rock over there looks sharp… that would explain the numb in my arm, I wonder if I got more hurt… why do those people look so panicked…? why is my vision fading again…?

My eyes fall shut, I don’t think they noticed I opened them anyway. Uh, whatever, I’ll wake up in the morning and I’ll be depressed because it was a dream and nothing interesting or out of the usual actually happened…

Or that’s what I thought…

“Ugh…”

That is the only thing that left my mouth while waking up, I had a terrible headache, I felt dizzy again, my eyes felt like they were spinning in their spot under my eyelids, I lay on the blanket that was on the floor, I don’t remember sleeping on the floor, but I always do it, so it’s normal, I’ll ignore it.

My hand went to cover my eyes, even if I didn’t feel any light, just want to rub the sleep away, but it’s only making it worse. I open my eyes under my hand and it hurts, why do I feel like I’m going to dismantle…? what hap…-

Oh… I tripped…

I push myself to a sitting position and realize… I’m not in my room… I can’t see straight, as if I did stand up too quickly… I only sat up god damn, but I can’t feel my room… the first thing I see after the black in my eyes finishes fading is a camp in the middle of what looks like a forest… what the heck… I look around there’s a blonde person beside me… they seem asleep, but I can’t tell with my blurred vision, c’mon I need to see! they wear a red clothing and a blue cap… weird combination but doesn’t look bad, huh…

After a few seconds I rub my eyes again, I’m still not thinking straight… why am I not getting worried over the fact that I’m not in my house? who’s this… guy…? I honestly can’t tell with my vision like this.

I scan myself, I’m patched up for some reason, every sore spot in my body seems to be treated, I’m wearing different clothes, I’m on a bedroll on the veil of dry fallen leaves from the trees above my head, it’s reasonable, but doesn’t answer the main question forming inside my head while consciousness returns to my mind:

“What the fuck is happening…?”

The person beside me seems to wake up, seems like my question caught him off guard because how he reacted.

“I’M ALERT!!” he jumped to a seated position.

It’s a little funny how I’m staring at them, but they are looking at me the same way, so I guess they won’t get mad, I’m just looking confused anyway.

“Uh- you’re awake!” he leans closer to me as if inspecting my… wounds… “how are you feeling? do you feel dizzy? do you need another potion?”

“Wh- calm down, I can’t think straight-“

My voice is hoarse, just like I always wake up. “I… feel dizzy, yeah, it’s fading tho… and… wait- did you just say 'potion'?!”

“yeah- what, are you allergic or something?!” the blonde looks kinda confused now… a little worried.

“No- I just… uh… what the heck…? why do you look so much like…” my vision came back!! finally!! the person in front of me looks freaky alike the Veteran from that amazing comic named Linked Universe I just started following weeks ago… but why…? can this be a cosplayer? what a cool background, it’s so realistic, but when did I end up with this guy in his study?

“Like…?” the guy got tired of looking at me dazing off

“Uh… where am I? who are you? what the heck is happening? I have a lot of questions actually” one of them is: why am I not freaking out…?

“Uh… of those questions I can only answer one actually…- I have no Idea where we are actually, me and my group are lost as well, you see, we’re not from here and since you are the only person we’ve found in like seven hours, we thought you could tell us…” He explains, looks like we’re both screwed up. “I have no idea what is happening to you and… the name’s Veteran or Legend

I prefer Vet tho, all are nicknames since, you’ll see, me and my friends all have the same name”

“Uh- what the- yo for real…? is this not a cosplay…? because if it is I really am not a part of the role, I’m actually really confused.” what the heck does this guy mean…? sure he looks exactly like the guy from the comic, and that is worrying me.

“yeah uh… cos-… what?” oh lord… “you sure hit your head hard huh?” he chuckled.

“Oh for fuck’s sake… is this even real?” Well there it is, I’m starting to freak out.

“Uh- what a language, I guess you’re in your right this must a lot to process after waking up of such a hit-“ He paused for a moment and returned to the process of making sure I didn’t loose my mental state. “do you remember what were you fighting or what caused you that?”

“Uh- cause me what?” My freaking out did not fade, but my mind focused more on my confusion.

“Look at you, you look like your body is going to snap like a bunch of sticks”

“Huh?” I remembered my aching body “Uh, that… I- listen, if you’re not a cosplayer then just don’t ask how I know this, but I am not from 'around here' either, I am from another world… not a timeline, a whole different world, a world where… actually you shouldn’t exist-… doesn’t matter- the point is… I need to get back, if I am where I think I am, then I shouldn’t be here, I’ll die with the first monster!“

“Woah woah- calm down, first I am definitely going to ask how you know that- but later. And second, if you know that- then you should know that I don’t know how to get back either.”

“Oh… right, why the fuck am I so calm now…? I’m in a fucking different world and…-“ I pause thinking again about the last moment I saw my home, I was holding something… what was it? My hand goes to touch my ear and seek for something that I wish wasn’t there, but it was… my brother’s earphones. “Did I… have something on my hands when you found me?”

“Uhm… Oh yes!” he took a hand to his pocket and started looking for something, taking out two things: my phone and the little black box of the earphones. “you were clutching at it really hard, we thought it was important, even if we didn’t know what it is…” he stretched out his hand for me to grab the devices.

“Oh thanks!” I opened the case and put the wireless earphones inside. “So… where are the others?” I glance at the ashes of the campfire, it still has fathoms, as if it hasn’t been too long since it was extinguished.

“my group? some went to-“

“We’re back! at least us, heh” someone interrupted stepping inside the clearing. A person with blonde hair, blue eyes, scar all over the left side of their face and a sky blue shirt with the design of a sword pointing down. I recognize this guy.

Before one of them reacted, three more people walk behind him: A brunette taller guy with a white… cape? no, I recognize him too, that’s a sailcloth, sky’s sailcloth. Another guy also brown hair and a green tunic, as simple as that, I recognize them too. And for the last, a small guy, his blonde hair reaches his shoulders, wears a green band on the forehead and his tunic splits on four different colors, heheh, if these guys knew what that means.

One of them notices the stranger waken up, me. Sends a kind smile at me and sets the things he had in his hands where the shorter blonde guy asks him to.

“I see you’re awake” He comes close and sits down in front of me, oh lord I hate eye contact.

“You think?” What the hell was that answer? it is a joke but I’m not sure if they’ll get it, what if they think I’m rude-

A chuckle. They got the joke fine. Oh thanks lord.

“Oh-kay why do you say that, you still dizzy?”

“Uh- no… yes… shit I still can’t think straight”

“oh well- language, young one”

“uh- sorry” I rub my eyes again.

“Oh good! they woke up! everything okay?” A voice can be heard from behind the brunette in front of me, I think it’s from the shorter blonde, I can’t tell. “they didn’t freak out?”

“oh yeah, I forgot I had to freak out” honestly it’s surprising that I’m so calm, the fact that I am in a totally different world probably infested with unknown monsters and creatures, infinite different ways of me dying alone and that I’m with the reincarnations of what’s probably a god of courage… yeah, I should probably freak out now… somehow I feel happiness instead…

“Please don’t, you’re doing well ‘til now”

the blonde besides me speaks once again. now that I realize, his pink streaks are very faded, but I can see them clear. I was wondering why I couldn’t see them while my vision was blurred, but I can understand why now.

“Ok fine…”

“So, do you recognize this place?” the brunette started again “I’m sorry to be asking you when you just woke up… we don’t actually-“

“I don’t know either”

“huh?”

“I’m not from this world either… last thing I remember is tripping over a step on the stairs of my house, after that… everything is unknown…” I explained, it’s weird… I’m not good with words… I can’t actually remember a single time when I spoke so fluidly to a person, I’m a god damn introvert. “except for you…” I whispered under my breath, fortunately, they didn’t catch it.

“A-and how do you know we’re…” the brunette- Sky is stuttering, maybe I should’ve just said that I hit my head too hard and lost my memory. Oh well.

“I… I know a lot of things… long story short, I’ve… seen you…? as an omniscient-being…?” I think I’m gonna break him “now I am the one asking you not to freak out”

The silence feels awkward now, the boy in front of me looks confused and horrified at the same time, and I can feel the glare, that the pink streaked beside me is shooting to my neck as if it’s burning my skin with the same expression, the other three behind Sky are staring too, I think I’ve said too much, oh fucking god… I screwed up and I don’t know how to fix such bullshit. “I… I’m not your enemy tho…” as if that’s gonna calm them down.

The taller blonde- Wild starts to approach, he seems wary, almost as if he’s approaching some wind aggressive animal, that’s rude.

“Uhm… s-should we… suspect?” The blonde approaching asks slowly to his mate, the skyloftian.

“I’m right here y’know?” I huff offended, yep, that was rude. I decide to rub my eyes again while they rebuild themselves and then take the same hand through my head, how long have I been sweating?

The movement of my hair lets the pink streaked- Veteran see my right ear with a golden (and dirty because of the use) earring.

“Guys…? I know I’m the least likely to trust people and I’m the most paranoid of this group, but I think they say the truth…” the Veteran suggests, looking at my earring as I let my hair fall again.

I turn my gaze to the guy next to me, he’s not looking at my eyes, he’s looking at my ear… “huh…? oh- that.”

“What do you mean…?” The skyward boy asks still with a wary voice, which I just take as they do want an explanation to trust me, yet is still not sure if he should.

This is my opportunity to prove them that I’m not lying “Look, I only know about your adventures, don’t go thinking I’m a weird stalker” I take a bit of my hair behind my ears each side, letting see my the different ears. ”Also I wasn’t expecting this to be relevant”

“Woah…” the Wild hero seems convinced now.

“Well, if you think about it…”Legend starts explaining, which is weird because I always thought he would be the most difficult to convince. “it shouldn’t be relevant… but it does prove you’re not from a Hyrule…” well that’s true “I don’t believe the Yigas are so smart for something like this” He turns his gaze to his wild brother, which the other answers with a shrug, yet somehow looking with agreement.

“The old man and the Captain will know what to do” Sky states “They will decide if we should trust them”

“Again, I’m right here.” well that’s annoying.

“Oh- sorry, didn’t mean to”

———

The rest of the heroes arrived, they were haunting and some hoard of monsters caught them off guard, or at least that’s what they look like, some scratches, bruises and the open minor slashes they had all over their clothes.

Time, Twilight, Warrior and Wind. The minor part of the group, but the ones that enjoy spending energy on active stuff, or simply, they like causing trouble like the gremlins they actually are.

But I did not have much time to think abut that and mock in my head over the topic; for now, while the others are chatting around a campfire, I find myself separated, with four beings that emanate authority: A war god, a divine blue-eyed beast, a captain of the royal knights and the murderer of an evil god and creator of the most powerful weapon against darkness. Without mentioning again that I’m with a bunch (now nine) of reincarnations of the spirit of courage himself.

Time, Twilight, Warrior and Sky are sitting in front of me and the only thing I can think about is “Why are you looking at me like that…?” I am feeling threatened…

Time, with his stoic face and the markings of the fierce deity on his face. His only ocean blue eye looking deep into my soul. He’s resting his elbows on his knees and his chin on his intertwined hands.

The Captain Warrior next to him, one of his ankles resting on the opposite knee, resting his elbow on the other knee and covering his mouth with two fingers of the same resting arm. Why does he have to scan me like that???

Twilight is sitting straight, arms crossed and knees just in a sitting position.

The Skyloftian just seems tired, he’s resting his face on his hand, elbow on his knee.

“seen us?” the rancher starts “how?”

Don’t think I can just tell them they’re mere characters from a franchise. “Y-you’re really famous around my word…” how am I even planing to justify the timelines then?! “my… my world is really advanced on technology… we… discovered the…the branches of the timelines… now you have a place in history” that’s an excuse, but not exactly the truth, will they believe?

“That far in the future…?” the warrior is impressed.

The timeless hero doesn’t. He glares at me like he can sense my hidden truth.

“It is impressive… but doesn’t exactly answer the ‘seen us’ part.” that emotionless eye is burning my skin.

“Uhm… history books… representations… even TV shows…” I chuckle quite nervously, I hope they didn’t notice that, which is most likely that they did.

“What is a ‘TV show’?”

“Uh… it’s a… show displayed on a screen… or most likely a device that… well, emits light different colors forming an image with movement… plays those type of shows for a general public that has that same type of device… named ‘television’… ‘Tv’ for short… I’m not good with technical explanations”

“oh, something like Wild’s slate… but with different meanings??”

“yeah… entertainment and emission of news…” Okay this is getting better.

“well that is an advanced future… with such advanced knowledge on technology, and to use it to mere entertainment… would be easy to discover a lot of things” the old man states, but why does he sill seem wary? his eye doesn’t show a bit of softening. “but” oh god. “how did you get here then? you don’t look like an adventurer or a time traveler, sure you wouldn’t just enter a portal because you saw it”

oh, shit I thought he was gonna throw a question that would tear me apart. “Uh, I’m not actually sure, I was in my house, the last thing I remember is tripping over a step on the stairs… I was just going to sleep”

“Anything weird before that? some presence…? a shadow?” this Old man is getting to the point, good.

“uh actually… yes, now that I think about it, there was a presence, but that type of things always happens at my home, so I don’t think it’s relevant” At least I can say this more relaxed.

“Maybe it was taking advance of that situation to be near. We’ve been dealing with a shadow version of us and we believe you could be involved.” the ranch-hand just wants to finish this, he seems tired. “did you not see something? perhaps with red eyes?”

“Uh… red eyes…?” the image of the glowing dots on the window return to my mind. The simple thought of it is making me shiver and returns the cold feeling of being watched. “I…”

I’m shaking, that thing was behind me and playing with my mind. It was right over my shoulder. I couldn’t see it, it could be here right this instant, it could be reaching its hand or claw at me right in this moment. A cold breeze runs through my back, I’m afraid to look back, the anxiety is running through my body and I am staring at…- what am I staring at? I can’t register, my mind is only waiting for the moment when that thing clenches my shoulder and shoves me into a black-pitch void.

A hand on my shoulder makes my head snap in that direction, a gasp leaving my lips and realize that is nothing else than the hand of a rancher, trying to make me breath steadily. Since when did I stop breathing-?

“hey- you with us?” The blue-eyed beast asks.

Aww he so gentle! I wanna hug him!! wait- back to the present. “y-yeah… I think… I think I did saw a thing with red eyes… on a reflection that was already black…” the mere memory of it is got me shivering, god damn that thing even touched me-

“Then you must be meant to come with us… you definitely have something to do with all of this… and if you have so much information about us, we sure cannot leave you at your mercy exposed to that thing… no offense, but you don’t look like a fighter either.” Sky mid-woke up, poor baby is eepy.

Wht- it’s weird now that they are real people- grown mans even, I can’t go thinking that!

They invite me to have dinner among the rest around the campfire, they are talking low, but they enjoy themselves, and I enjoy this meal, goddamn they fanfics do not lie, Wild cooks delicious.

“so… now that you’ll be coming with us…”The question makes my head snap out of my thoughts, redirecting my gaze towards Four who has the only position that seems to be directed at me. “You said you’re not a fighter, that means you’re not a Link, so… What’s your name?”

The rest of the group stare at me, expecting an answer. Oh satan, I hate so much eyes on me… what do I tell them? My real name? it’s in Spanish and long, may be difficult for them to pronounce it. The nickname I chose for myself? well, maybe, but it sounds kinda weird, may be the best option but still. ‘Player’? I can’t go explaining why that name. Am I taking too long to answer?!

“Uhm… w-why don’t you make a nickname for me?”

“Sounds great! we can have fun while making a new nickname!” Wind states in his childish excitement, I swear he’s adorable and did not deserve anything of what he’s been through.

I take a look around me as the others start thinking my new nickname, I realize now why I didn’t freak out… I feel safe around them… their heroic aura is so strong that their mere presence is calming… Besides, the happiness may be because this is actually happening and not just another of those dreams which I wake up from and instantly get bored. Or at least I hope so…

#linked universe #the legend of zelda #tloz #lu wild #lu wind #lu four #lu twilight #lu warriors #lu sky #lu time #lu hyrule #lu legend #lu fic #writing #oneshot #one shot fic #first fic #lu x player #lu x reader

[mithology-marveloholick]

Tobirama handled himself with grace.

His stoic behaviour comforted many when Hashirama died. They just lost their beloved leader, a man of honor and courage.

With Madara gone, only Tobirama could've taken place as the next Hokage. His stoicism brought peace, yet some were saying that he was cold and uncarring as his face showed no emotion what so ever during the funeral.

Oh what a beautiful funeral it was. Sea of people who came to pay their respects to the man who changed the world. Sea of comforting words being spoken to younger Senju. That day was a blur to Tobirama. A blur of faces, words and flowers. Only one pair of eyes were looking him in the eyes, the red eyes that were deemed to be unable to cry. Soft eyes of his older brother were looking upon him from the picture that was deep in the sea of white flowers. The only remain from Hashirama.

Not a single word, whisper, sound came from Tobirama's mouth as the entire village was crying. His silence was more than enough to honor his brother.

But only Mito knew. She saw and heard the screams of agony that came from Tobirama's mouth. How he cursed the world for taking his brother and how he wished he was the one dead as it would pay the debt of killing Izuna. Tobirama wasn't a man of many words, hardly ever cried. Yet there he was, tears streaming down his face, fists gripping to his brother's Hokage robe. An agonizing, breath taking waile was heard in the head house of Senju clan. Like a mother crying after her child, Tobirama was on his knees crying after lost love and begging Mito to kill him now so he could join his brother.

A pathetic sight indeed but... yes, Tobirama handled himself with grace.

#tobirama #a quick draft #one shot fic #angsty fic for me boi tobirama

[apinchofm]

price tag

Edwina does not learn about dowry from anyone. Much like everything else, she has had to piece it together for herself, looking back at expressions and how they all tiptoed around her just before the season began. Yes, where London can tear her apart yet again, now excited to get their teeth and claws into the first unmarried Diamond.

---

Edwina meets five suitors during her painful second season in London and then meets one that cares not for her dowry.

#bridgerton #bridgerton fic #bridgerton fanfiction #edwina sharma #edwina x friedrich #prince friedrich #fluff #angst #one shot fic #regency romance #ao3 #kate sharma #mary sharma #lady danbury #anthony bridgerton #simon basset #5+1 things

[ethereal-feline]

"Miraculous Vigilantes" is up!

MHA/Miraculous Ladybug one shot! Slight shipping but also somehow about Endeavor??? I....am genuinely confused about how that happened... Anyways here it is! Happy Valentines!

#ether writes #mha crossover #mha fic #miraculous ladybug fanfic #miraculous ladybug crossover #ao3 #ao3 link #One shot fic

[ink-selfship-shenanigans]

Just having some fun and wanting to write fluff, figured I’d feed the Ink selfshippers.

Imagine:

You playfully toss Ink onto the bed, swiftly cuddling up beside him and holding the small skeleton close. You tease him playfully with your words as he blushes and grins with playful anxiousness. You take the dry yet soft paintbrush you had in your hand and begin to tease him with it as well, stroking the soft bristles over Ink’s formed ecto belly and hearing him giggle with excitement and joy. As you continue to smother him he laughs and you work your way up his ribs, teasing and loving and tickling all the way. Eventually you remove his scarf to drag the paintbrush against his collarbones. As you do so you wind up moving the gentle bristles against his neck. He immediately stops his ebullient writhing and goes quiet, a gasp cutting off laughter as he becomes still, face somehow even more flushed as he looks directly at you. His expression then softens and he comes less tense. You both lean closer very slowly, him being very shy about the matter. In a moment of tenderness, you share a small kiss. Afterwards he slowly pulls away and after catching his breath, a beaming smile returns. Soon, with a bright excitement, he says “Again, again!”.

I hope you enjoyed! ^^

-🥤

FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD BARK BARK BARK /POS

AHHHH I AM MELTING RIGHT NOW

I ADORE THIS SO MUCH THANK YOU

ON MY WAY TO GIVE HIM HIS DAILY CUDDLES RN

#ink sans #ink sans x reader #utmv #undertale au #one shot fic #fluffy content!!! #submitted by a person #🥤 anon

[maraudersoncrack1981]

For your Peter one shots

Sybil x Peter

also college au peter is definitely a geographer major and Sybil is majoring in the classics. They butt heads in an elective over supernaturals. He doesn’t believe in them she does and maybe they make out or do the Bloody Mary 3x in the mirror

reg/peter pegulus I believe is the name

Peter dealing weed to regulus and never making him pay. When asked about it he just shrugs awkwardly. Everyone finds out they are together because Peter shotguns smoke to regulus and siris is mad “you are dealing to my brother?” “I deal to you too.” “Yea but he’s so innocent.” “Dude he literally was the one who tried to convince me to sell harder drugs!”

also regulus only yapping to peter who goes quiet around him so they can recharge

also maybe a one shot about how Peter decided to be the traitor? In ur own opinion ofc :)

THANKS FOR THESE!! WILL BE PUTTING THEM TO GOOD USE<33

#marauders era #whiskersmoc #peter pettigrew #peter pettigrew one shot fic #one shot fic

[ghostlylandshepherdcookie]

The room Danny had been in was vastly wide for a training room; the decor of the room reminded him of a movie he remembered seeing. He tried to remember the title of it. But his mind was too disoriented to truly focus on anything except for a 6ft tall human sized battle machine equipped with a set of ectoplasm blasters, flight boosters, and an intangibility system to mimic various common ghost abilities.

Danny stood vertically in front of the machine revealing his now impressive muscular physicality, it was impressive because of the fact that he was at an astonishing 179 lbs of pure muscle putting him in a light heavyweight division of weight class. He had grown taller as well being at 6 '0 tall rather than 5' 5 inches tall when he was younger.

Danny had begun to place his body into a combative posture which looked to be a wing chun stance, the machine on the other hand had begun its combat initiative lighting the blasters eyeing its target with bright red dead eyes.

Danny smiled with a Cheshire grin; this was going to be very easy. The robot has blasted at Danny with violent speed, but Danny had quickly, if not rather impressively dodged them with pure ease. He was starting to get closer to his opponent; he moved so fast it seemed to the machine he’d teleported, a hard flurry of punches had begun to rupture and dent the machine's chest area. The Robot turned invisible to dodge another blow Danny still smirking had started to just stand completely still, and silent.

He had let his ears be his guide to where the robot would be at strike from. Pure silence engulfs the room as if it was just waiting for the chance to emerge and as Danny stands in silence he remembers being told to him by Agent Alpha one day: “To be what monsters fear you must understand how to be one of them, every advantage they believe they possess. Take it from them and turn it into their weakness, to ensure our survival we must truly blend among our enemies to be the destruction of all that threatens us. Fear doesn’t make you weak, it will only make you stronger.”

After that memory flashes through his mind rather pleasantly Danny hears a quiet rising hum of a ecto blaster, he smiles wide as a child on Christmas morning dashing towards the robot hitting it with a stiff uppercut. Then in a blinding few seconds he grabs its left arm where one of the blasters where attached ripping the arm off with great ease.

He raises the arm like a baseball bat and begins to swing at the robots legs rapidly and in a unhinged manner breaking its knees making it kneel before Danny. This makes Danny chuckle a little in a mad tone, he then raises the arm he ripped off and readies the blaster shooting it at it’s rib section where the intangibility generator was inserted, with it now looking shriveled and greatly damaged.

Danny proceeds to beat the machine with a flurry of punches and elbow strikes in a fashion that would match the intensity of a pack of wolves tearing its prey apart, then he impales his right arm though the machine’s chest, and his left inside his rib cage lifting it with immense ease.

Danny raises it over his head, oil leaking into his face with it running down to the floor, Danny now has an unhinged look of glee and pure hunger.

Then sounds of metal, and wires tearing grow louder as Danny begins to rip the machine apart he now holds to halves of his opponent he drops both rather comically with a harsh thud resulting from both halves of the robot hitting the ground.

Oil now covers Danny’s upper body, he then sits in a tall kneeling position, his blue eyes shining brighter than a bright summer sky. A voice is heard over a couple of loudspeakers. It was agent alpha sounding proud and a little nervous saying “Well Done…Slayer.”

#my writing #fic idea #my fic #danny phantom #ghost hunter!danny #guys in white #halfa jazz #au idea #one shot fic

[kitsune024]

Loki & Thor Fanfiction

hubris is for people who see trees as gallows by LadySilvertongue

"Loki?”

The figure on the throne raises its horned head, and Thor’s heart begins to race as his brother’s face greets him.

Chapters 1/1

#LadySilvertongue #ao3 fanfic #one shot fic #loki series #loki season 2 #loki 2x06 #loki #thor #😭 #loki glorious purpose

[hlroyaltyfest]

Love in Slow Motion by @boosbabycakes28

Word count: 17,925

Louis is the crown prince of England, Harry is a mega star, and they have to fight all the hardships their position faces them with but in the end, love conquers all.

Read now on Ao3!

#hl royalty fest 2022 #boosbabycakes #17k #larry fic #fanfic #larry stylinson #royalty fic #trackinghappily #trackinghome #new fic #one shot fic #fic rec