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girlwtdragontattoo · 6 months

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Halsin x TAV Fanfiction "Until we meet again, my heart"

DISCLAIMER: SPOILERS FOR BALDUR'S GATE 3 ENDING. My TAV is a tiefling, so I wrote it with that in mind. You can substitute whatever race your TAV is, if you'd like :)

If you want me to continue, please let me know! I wrote this, because I am truly a sucker for everything Halsin and I wish for soooo much more in the Romance Ending, although I am really happy with the Canon ending of it. I hope you enjoy!

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Halsin cupped TAV’s face with his hands and initiated a long, deep kiss. They leaned into him, wrapping their arms around his broad back as much as they could and enjoying the overwhelming surge of belonging, relief, love and peace. The Absolute was finally defeated and Baldur’s Gate could finally return to its former self. The wind blew gently around them, as the city lay before them, engulfed in golden light.

Slowly, the druid released his lips from theirs and stared into the starry eyes of his lover. TAV smiled and noticed that his took a bit longer to form than usual.

“Is something wrong?” they asked carefully.

“No, my heart. Nothing is wrong.” His hands dropped from their face, but he still stood ever so close to them. “But I feel a greater purpose coming out of the shadows. One that I cannot ignore, as much as I’d like to.” His eyes were confusing. On the one hand, the tiefling felt the radiating love they always emitted. On the other, there was a spark suddenly appearing and they agreed, it was hard to overlook.

“What do you mean?”

Halsin sighed briefly, and gently rubbed TAV’s cheek. “We have defeated the Absolute. And I am overjoyed at our victory. But there are so many displaced citizens, refugees, orphans... animals that need my help. Nature needs to heal and it is my calling to help it do so.” There was a slight pause, as he blinked slowly. “I cannot stay with you here, if I am to fulfill my duty.”

A sting. TAV felt their stomach collapse within itself, heat engulfing their spine and neck. They felt as though their body would erupt. But all they showed on their face was a slight consternation that swiftly turned to understanding. They smiled, as much as they could, mirroring the forced one the druid was displaying: “I see. It pains me so much to see you go, but…”, they took hold of his hand on their cheek, kissed it gently and held in their own, “I understand.”

Halsin sighed once more, this time deeply and TAV couldn’t tell if it was out of relief or sadness. He pulled them into an intense hug, one where his arms shook slightly from the pressure. TAV reciprocated and held onto their bear as if their life depended on it. There was no telling when they would cross paths again, so this moment needed to last. TAV felt the druid’s breath in their ear: “My heart, I adore you. This isn’t goodbye. We will see each other again, I promise. But this is something I have to do.” TAV sunk into the embrace even more: “I will miss you dreadfully, until then.”

The embrace lasted eons to TAV, but even that wasn’t enough time. Halsin released his grip, looked into their eyes again and gave them another, long, passionate and gripping caress. Finally, after smiling gently down at TAV for a while, he stepped away, turned to leave and said with his head still turned towards his lover: “Until we meet again, my heart.”

The druid walked away.

TAV stood at the same spot and watched Halsin walk with purpose, once again. They couldn’t help it. The sting, the heat, the overflowing cataclysm of sorrow overwhelmed them and as much as they tried, they couldn’t stop the tears from streaming. Turning to the lake, having the setting sun warm their face, TAV crumpled down on the landing stage and sat there ever so still, letting the tears run down silently.

Not much time passed and TAV’s three closest friends started to gather around them on the landing. Karlach sat down behind TAV and pulled them into a bear hug, her legs dangling with theirs. Shadowheart joined on TAV’s left side, sitting down gracefully and looking into TAV’s tear-stained face. Lae’Zel finally completed the foursome, plopping down on TAV’s right, staring intently into the setting sun.

Karlach tightened her hug and said: “Don’t be sad, soldier. We’re here for you.”

Shadowheart continued to look at TAV, analyzing the state they were in carefully, and choosing her next words with extreme care: “Love can be a wonderous thing. But terrible at the same time.”

TAV nodded, closing their eyes and letting another tear run down. Shadowheart rested her head on TAV’s shoulder, unsure on how else to comfort.

Lae’Zel didn’t say anything, but placed her hand on TAV’s, continuously looking at the horizon.

Finally, Karlach spoke once more: “You really love him, don’t you?”

Those words intensified the heat even more around TAV’s throat. Barely able to control the water leaking out of every orifice, TAV finally nodded intensely and let out a painstaking "Yes". All three companions edged closer to them, offering only their company as solace.

They sat together on the docks for what felt like ages. Being together, having survived the most intense and horrifying battle any of them ever have and probably will in their lives, was a gift they all appreciated greatly. TAV had convinced Lae’Zel to stay with them, which meant they would need to outwit the githyanki, who will surely come after her at every turn. TAV even convinced Karlach to go back to Avernus, promising fiercely to visit as often as possible, letting Karlach come back into Baldur’s Gate occasionally, and most importantly, letting her live. Shadowheart would accompany TAV and Lae’Zel, seeing the little camp of theirs as a new family and one she truly belonged to. Their company would ease some of the pain TAV felt, but it would never fill the hole that Halsin left. They travelled through Faerun together, making camp or allowing themselves a nice stay in a city once in a while, frequently returning to Baldur’s Gate, to see Astarion, Gale, Jaheira or Wyll, but mostly so that TAV could see if Halsin wrote.

It took some time. Too long. To the point where TAV convinced themselves that the druid had forgotten about them. The companions were walking the streets of Baldur’s Gate, Lae’Zel disguised as a halfling by Shadowheart, when a duck fluttered in front of TAV’s face. Surprised, TAV stared at the flapping poultry in front of them and finally noticed a small, rolled up piece of paper stuck to the bird’s leg. Hastily, TAV untangled the note from the animal’s leg. As its duty had been fulfilled, it plopped down on the ground and greedily pecked at the cobble stone for nuggets of food. They unraveled the note and read quickly:

TAV, my heart,

I hope Collin finds you swiftly in Baldur’s Gate.

TAV looked down at the duck vehemently pecking around their shoes. This is “Collin”, supposedly. They continued to read, with a beeming smile on their face.

There have been so many amazing things, that have happened along my journey. I have found a lovely group of helpers, some former refugees, who have assisted me in building homes, repairing the land and adopting children. Most importantly, through my travels, I got to see Thaniel and Oliver again. The former shadow-cursed lands are truly a sight to see. And I want to show you what you have changed here.

If this note finds you, meet me at the Last Light Inn on the day of the full moon.

I have much to tell you and we have much to catch up on.

I miss your eyes, lover.

Until we meet, my heart.

Yours,

Halsin

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white-poppie · 8 months

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C꩜de Red! (hcs.ft Yan!Manila Mikey)

SYNOPSIS: Headcanons of Yandere Manila Mikey taking care of you while you are on your period REQUEST: "Hii! Could I get a yandere manila Mikey x darling who is on her period? GENRE: HEADCANONS, YANDERE! fluff WARNINGS: Reader has a Uterus, ooc mikey, mentions of blood (obv), overprotectiveness, Mikey being too clingy, a littol toxic behaviour, jealousy ୨୧ CHARACTERS: Yandere!Mikey x Gn!reader-(uterus haver)

Yandere Mikey?? Boy be prepared for random bursts of emotions, possessiveness, mood swings and irritative behaviour...you might actually think he is the one who is on his period lmao.

Yan!Manila Mikey is a very possessive and protective person, and expect him to become even more overbearing and clingy.

Doesn't like you going out in general cause it makes him anxious, you are so innocent and the world is so scary, he's just so worried about your safety. But he cannot control your life so he's made peace with it (correction: tries to make peace with it.)

But while you are having the big red? Oh boy..you are not going anywhere. You'll stay in bed, Mikey would get you soup, cuddles, watch Pride and Prejudice for the nth time yada yada, he'll do anything.

He'll bring you your favourite snacks and drinks and cuddle you the entire time, he'll massage your back give you forehead kisses, and basically loves pampering you during this time!

But if you have to go out because of some stupid class or meeting at work? Expect him to show up during lunchtime with a hot meal :) It's annoying but endearing. (please eating cold food during periods is so weird uhuhu)

Mikey would keep track of your menstrual cycle to know when to expect your period. This way, he can be prepared and have everything you need. Mikey is highly protective of you all the time, but he becomes even more so when you're on your period.

Mikey is also a little bit possessive when you're on your period. He doesn't want anyone else to see you in your vulnerable state.

Probably the only time he wouldn't get angry if you give him attitude. He knows that you may be more irritable or emotional than usual, and he's always prepared to handle it.

You can cry as much as you want to. He'll hug you close and whisper sweet nothings to you, he's not the best at words, but you appreciate it nonetheless.

Plus it's advantageous to this koala because he loves sleeping and you guys can thus stay longer in bed.

Would give you a lower back massage to help you relax, he's pretty good at it too!

Doesn't care if you soil the sheets accidentally, he'll wash them for you without any problem. I have a drabble for this here: Shark week!

Mikey's overprotectiveness can be a bit suffocating at times, but he truly believes that he's just trying to help you.

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sinon36 · 1 month

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Echoes of Salvation: The Deal (Part I). Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x afab reader (Zombie AU)

Part II

The story starts after the dash.

Warnings: some gore, some mistakes, some bad writing (eh… we all have to start somewhere), not proof read, some independent woman surviving on her own without the need of help from men (cause I like self reliant women and people in general, they are a great inspiration to us all, really).

Disclaimer:

Dear readers,

Please be kind. This is my first fanfiction ever that I wrote and posted, so please be kind and overlook any potential inaccuracies, mistakes, grammatical errors as I’m not a professional writer and also English isn’t my native tongue. Though I have studied British English I am sure I haven’t really managed to accurately portray the British way of speaking, so please, feel free to point out anything that might poke you in the eye while reading this.

Also, I would like to tell you that this fan-fic is the love child of my obsession with our favourite masked man Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, and my love for anything zombie apocalypse or world-ending alternate universe or actual universe. Tbh If I wasn’t a poor student I would probably be a prepper, just like Frank from HBO’s TLoU. Most likely will be. I’m a little weird like that, you’ll see more in the future.

To close this little rant, I hope you’ll enjoy it, even if it’s short, I would really like to continue this if you deem it worth it enough. This will probably be a slow-burn kind of romance: 1. because I’m a sucker for the kind of slow-burn strangers/enemies to lovers fanfics, and 2. because it’s more realistic, let’s calm the whore-y instincts and be reasonable people that don’t climb masked 6-feet-tall strangers like trees.

With everything said I do not own the Call of Duty character Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley (*whispers*Though I wish I did*) BUT I do own this piece of fanfic. Please don’t steal it. Repost it but please do give credit to other people’s work. You may notice some similarities to other fanfics, cause duh, I also read a lot of that, (isn’t that one of the incipient stages to becoming a fanfic writer?), but I would really like to give a shout out to the fanfic author that really inspired me to put fingers to keyboard and a fanfic into Tumblr, please, *drum rolls* a round of applause for @nsharks with her lovely fanfic ‘Bleeding Blue’. She’s really wonderful and you should really check her out.

Have fun reading and don’t forget to leave a comment or a heart. I wouldn’t mind suggestions of what to name Simons’ daughter. That would really make my day 😊

P.S. Sorry to all the fishing loving people out there, what I said was based on my impression of the fishing experience and should be taken with a grain of salt.

Yours truly <3

Synopsis:

It’s been five years since the outbreak happened. Five years ago, in London, a terrorist group released a virus in the city center. 24 hours later, people start developing flu-like symptoms. 48 hours later the infected turn into mindless ghouls biting healthy people and spreading the infection. Everything happened so fast. The army came in and tried to contain the outbreak but soon chaos engulfed the whole country. You learn that similar attacks happened all over the world: New York, Beijing, Moscow, Athens, and Tokyo. City by city, the whole world is ending.

You survived thanks to your mid-twenties life crisis that made you move into a cottage house by the lake in Lake District. The land you own is surrounded by thick lush forest that offers perfect cover for the tiny brick house that is your safe haven. With a water source close, off-the-grid energy, and a garden full of plants, fruit trees chickens, and whatnot, you live a comfortable life tucked away, far from the dangers of the cities. You are so far out of reach that in the past years you only saw a handful of infected, survivors that traveled far to escape and distant neighbours that got infected in the towns nearby. You can’t remember the last time you saw another person. But you are used to your loneliness. The end of the world brought only a mild inconvenience, now that you can no longer order things online and watch movies on Netflix or HBO. But with a library full of books, a homestead to keep you active and your Border Collie companion, Bellamy, life is good. Life is peaceful.

One day, while you are out fishing, a masked man, armed to the teeth and carrying a young girl in his arms threatens to kill you if you don’t provide him with medicine for his sick daughter.

The sky is cloudy above but some sunbeams break through to warm the crisp air this fine early spring morning. It’s a good time for fishing now that the water is warmer, they come closer to the bank in search of food. It’s a boring task after you arrange all your tools and launch the line in the water. It’s a game of waiting and watching for any small tugs or movement of the neon-coloured fishing line. You picked up fishing after a couple of months into moving here, when everything was a mess and so many repairs and renovations had to be made around the house. The guy from the tutorials you used to watch on YouTube talked about the calmness and relaxation fishing brought to him. Maybe you weren’t cut out to stand all day on shore and gawk like an idiot for hours at the thin plastic line submerged in the lake water. But you cannot deny the proud feeling catching a fish brought to you when the line finally went taught.

You try and ward off the boredom and instead try to focus on the warmth that spring brings after months of endless cold. The birds are singing in trees, preparing nests for future offspring, and the lake is calm, with bubbles on the surface indicating the abundance of fish. Life is good. Bellamy enjoys sunbathing next to you rolling in a patch of grass. Everything is peaceful. Nothing really happens here anyway. You close your eyes basking in the good feeling that overtakes you.

A branch snapping behind you wakes you from the meditation you have fallen into. You raise and turn from where you are crouched over your equipment. You come face to face with a strange figure.

‘Show me yer hands’ he tells you in a thick British accent, eyes focused on you and handgun aimed at your chest. He wears all black and a haunting white skull mask. He is tall, at least 6 feet tall, body poised to kill. In his other arm, you can see a little girl hugging his neck.

You slowly raise your hands. At your foot, Bellamy growls baring her teeth at the stranger sensing danger. You shush her grabbing her by the caller to keep her from attacking the armed man. You stand still watching in apprehension as the man studies you. You look at the ground where you left your backpack and your hatchet.

‘Don’t even think about it’ comes the gruff order. You nod trying to convey that you understand the situation. ‘There’s nothing in that bag worth a bullet’ you tell him in an even tone despite fear creeping down your spine. He hums in agreement. ‘And if you wanted to kill me you would’ve done it by now.’ He watches you like a hawk its prey. ‘So…’ you pause carefully measuring your words, ‘what it is that you want from me?’ he gestures you to take a few steps back and you drag Bellamy by her collar.

He kicks at the backpack spilling the contents. A bottle of water and a half-eaten sandwich, a hunting knife, and a rectangular box in which you keep the hooks, lures, fishing lines, and other small fishing equipment. He turns his gaze back at you and nods toward your dog. ‘Put a muzzle on it or I’ll shoot it’. your blood runs cold at the thought of losing your sole companion. You scramble to untie the scarf you keep tied around your wrist that you use to wipe away sweat from your forehead. You wrap the piece of cloth around the dog’s snout tight enough to not slip away. Next, the dark-clad man tells you to pack your fishing gear and collect your backpack, with one hand keeping it outstretched to the side and the other one grabbing at Bellamy’s collar guiding her forward. ‘Move. Eyes forward. Any sudden moves and I drop you.’

He walks a couple paces behind you. For how big he is you can barely hear him walk on the path. You can feel his gaze burning in the back of your head and the gun pointed at your back. As you start down the path you can make out the roof of your small house. Once you get at the gate you stop. ‘open it’ he instructs. ‘The key is in my right pocket’ you say slowly gesturing to said pocket. ‘Mhm,’ you hear him grunt. You slowly release Bellamy and fish for the key in your jacket’s pocket. You slowly take it out and put it in the keyhole turning it and opening the gate.

The familiar sight of your front garden does nothing to appease you in this situation. Bushes full of colourful flowers hug the narrow path toward the house. The wind catcher hung above your porch clinks melodically as a gust of warm wind catches on it. you take a few more steps on the stone path before you and you hear the gate closing behind you. What once was your safe space now traps you in with a stranger ready to shoot you or worse.

‘Tie the dog to that pole’ he orders you again. On your right, there is a small pole stuck in the ground. He throws a roll of paracord next to you. You don’t move at first. You had never tied Bellamy down before. You can’t even remember when you last put a leash on her. She likes to roam free and run around. The click of the gun behind you tells you that you have no choice. You drop the backpack and start to drag her to the pole. She tries to resist but you shush her and urge her to move. Once you finish tying her you turn towards the stranger. He nods towards the house and you start walking hands raised on either side of your head. Once you open the door he urges you inside.

‘Where do you keep the medicine?’ he grumbles urgently. ’Bathroom.’ you nod to the right of your living room. ‘Go get it!’ you don’t wait around you spring toward the white door. After a couple of minutes grabbing most of what you keep in the over-sink cabinet you emerge hands filled with gauze of all sizes and different bottled pills. You return to find the man placing the girl on the couch. She appears to be asleep. You almost forgot about her. She looks about 8-years-old. Brown hair is chopped short in a pixie cut. She’s wearing blue-washed jeans and a dark green hoodie that’s too big on her.

You watch as he peels the hoodie from her limp body. Underneath she wears a striped t-shirt, but what catches your attention is her left upper arm. Red stained gauze is wrapped around. You are still in your approach keeping a safe distance. ‘Was she bit?’ the words rush out in apprehension. From where he kneels next to her his eyes snap at you. ‘No’ he denies the implication of your words. ‘Put that on the table and go sit by the door’ You do as you're told eyes darting between the girl and the man. You drop everything on the coffee table and go sit by the entrance door hugging your knees. You watch as he works on bandaging the kid. Your eyes are glued to the girl’s arm.

Even though you lived so far out into the wilderness you saw pictures on the internet of bites from the infected. You read the posts of the survivors and heard the news broadcast on all channels. Then everything went quiet. The cable didn’t work and your phone had no signal. You knew shit hit the fan and that it was serious. Then, a few weeks later you saw your closest neighbour, Neil, an elderly farmer who lived about half a mile further up the river’s bank, growling and stumbling trying to catch Bellamy who was running scared towards you. You tried to talk him out of the trance-like state but to no avail. He kept stalking towards you, ready to take a bite out of you. You tried to tell him to keep his distance and warned him that you would protect yourself. The rest was a blur. You faintly remember grabbing the hatchet that you used to cut down logs for your stove. And then the struggle with the man, Bellamy barking, you crying out pleas for him to stop. In the cacophony of noises, you hit him with the blade right in the neck. The next thing you knew, your neighbour lay in a pool of dark blood hatchet still. It took you a while to register what you have done. You just killed a man. You couldn’t forget the way he lay there, on the gravel, hands stretched outwards bloodshot eyes staring emptily at the sky. That was the first time you encountered an infected. You distinctly remember the fear and adrenaline that took hold of you. The feelings that gripped your heart so tight and that made you take a life take over you as you watch the little girl, possibly infected, unconscious but on her way to the same madness that turned Neil into a savage monster all those years ago.

'She's feverish. You got meds or something to bring the fever down?' his question brings down from your rising panic at the thought of being stuck inside with a possible infected. ‘There should be some anti-inflammatory pills and some antibiotics. They are out of date but they could still work.' He grabs hold of the med kit you brought. He sorts through the drugs checking the expiration dates. When he comes across the antibiotics, he studies the pack carefully, his eyes darting back and forth from the label to the girl. 'How much can I give her?' he asks with a hint of concern his stern facade crumbling slightly.

You look at him unsure what to say. Those pills have been bought before the start of the outbreak. You doubt expired drugs have any effect anymore. You refrain from saying that though. He is stressed, he might take his anger on you. ‘She’s a kid, you mumble, so, about half of each.’ He carefully considers his next action. ‘She’ll need water to take them, you add from down the floor. And some food…’ He nods in understanding. ‘May I?’ you don’t know why you offer this stranger help. First, he disturbs you from catching dinner, next, he threatens to kill you and your dog, now he takes over your house and medicine. But you can recognize the desperation in his look, the way he fumbles with the packaging. He is a parent trying to save his kid. Even though you don’t have any of your own you recognize the parental instincts, the same ones you exert on Bellamy.

He looks at you unsure of what to do. He surrenders in defeat and nods at you to go on. You rise to your full height, which doesn’t add up to much compared to him. You walk past them all the way to the back of the living room where you disappear behind a white door. After a couple minutes, you reemerge from the kitchen with a glass of water in one hand and a bowl of steaming vegetable soup you made this morning. You slowly approach the couch watching him for any sign that you might cross a line. Instead of any aggression he takes a step back and allows you to go closer to the girl. You place the bowl and the glass on the coffee table and kneel next to the couch.

The girl opens her eyes and looks at you with distrust. Like father like daughter… you think to yourself. But you try to smile at her try to reassure her. ‘I brought you some soup, love’ you say in your most sincere and kind voice. ‘You must eat a little and then take some pills that will make you feel better’. You try to persuade her. She stares at you for a minute then at the man. They are suspicious of you and they have all the reason to be. You are a stranger to them as much as they are to you. Funny you are in the position to try and win their trust in your own home. You take the spoon you brought for her and dip it in the bowl. You take a spoonful and hover it close to your face blowing a little over it and then you swallow it. You can’t help the little moan of appreciation for your own cooking skills. ‘See? It’s good.’ You look at her with a small smile.

You don’t know where this came from; you blame it on the 6-foot-tall armored stranger whose stare drives daggers at the back of your head and your desire to keep your head on your shoulders and all your blood in your body. You don’t outright hate kids but you were never good around them. With a sigh, she sits upright and takes the spoon from you. She eats slowly. You keep watching her. She is a pretty kid. She has blue eyes and freckles on her small button nose. You wonder if she looks anything like the man behind you. She is pale and sweat collects on her little forehead most likely from her fever. She eats half of the soup you brought her and then turns her gaze towards the man. He hands her the two halves of the pills. She takes them in her small hand and grabs the glass. She hesitates. ‘It’s okay’ you reassure her and with a nod, she puts the half tablets on her tongue following up with large gulps from the glass. She scrunches her little nose in disgust at the chalky taste. ‘Atta girl’ you hear him utter from behind you. ‘Now lay down and rest.' he says to the girl in a stern yet gentle voice. He watches her nod and lie back on the couch her eyes half-lidded. He sighs, 'Good for now. ' he mutters under his breath. His eyes are fixed on her as he gestures to you. 'Come with me.' You rise from the floor and follow him outside the front door.

He leads you outside. When you cross the threshold, he takes a deep breath and a look of relief washes over his stern features. He gestures for you to sit on the front porch with him. 'We need to talk...' 'Yeah' you say crossing your arms defensively over your chest and standing as far away as the length of your porch allows. you take a moment to study him as he fixes you with a cold stare. You notice the many pockets on his vest and belt. A patch on his chest reads S.A.S. He's ex-military, you muse. His uniform makes much more sense now. But the mask still unnerves you.

He leans against one of the wooden porch support beams right hand hovering on the pistol holster. You think it's an act to intimidate you, to remind you that he is still armed and ready to strike you down in your own home. You stare at him a little defiantly. You’ll be damned before you let this weirdo intimidate you on your turf. He studies you from head to boots and back up. You sigh and square your shoulders showing him you are not afraid of him. ‘I’ve been watching you.’ He tells you in a matter-of-fact tone. You try to suppress the surprise on your face. You look down at his boots avoiding his icy gaze.

He’s been stalking you, and the realization dawns on you. You didn’t even notice his presence around the house. Stupid, you think to yourself, I’m growing complacent. But not even Bellamy caught his smell and she usually barks when someone or something comes close to the house. But earlier at the lake, he took you both by surprise. He’s good at keeping his presence concealed, you have to give it to him. You nod to yourself in understanding. He probably knows the layout of your house by now, he knows you are alone, and he waited for you to be outside and ambush you. You start imagining all the horrible things he could have done to you. But no, he instead approached you, gun pointed at you, nevertheless, when he could have already killed you and taken over your house by now. You hum and make eye contact with him.

‘Why keep me alive then?’ you ask him without beating around the bush. You study his mannerisms trying to catch something, anything to prove you he’s human. But he’s as unreadable as a statue. His gaze remains fixed on you, unblinking and stoic. You feel him studying you, taking in every detail of your person. He seems intent on reading into your every move.

In an even tone, he answers, 'Because you’re not a threat.’ His response catches you off guard, ego a little bruised at that, but you can’t argue with his logic. If he wanted to, he could have killed you by now, that’s for sure. You remain silent for a moment, processing his response. ‘But that doesn’t mean I trust you.’ He adds kicking off the beam and taking a step closer to you. He looks down at you tilting his head a little like a bird of prey watching a mouse, waiting for it to give chase and make the hunt more fun. You don’t give in to the urge to run inside and hide in your bedroom. Instead, you take a step towards him and look up at him ‘Because you need me’ you speak quietly. You can imagine a raised brow under that mask. You smile in triumph; even though he acts tough he needs help and all the intimidating façade was in a desperate attempt to get it.

‘I get it’ you continue having him figured out. ‘Your kid is sick and out there dangers are lurking at every turn. You need a place to stay until she gets better.’ You finish voicing your theory on why he’s really here having this conversation with you. His eyes closed in defeat. Gotcha, you smile even more widely at your deduction. ‘You can stay, you say as you turn and walk down the three steps of your porch heading towards the gate. ‘On one condition, you add stopping in your track. You turn fully towards him and he watches you curiously as if you’d have any power to demand him anything. ‘No harm comes to me or my dog’ you say remembering his earlier threats of him offing you both. ‘Do we have a deal?’ it’s not unreasonable, though it irks you that you have to bargain for your safety with a stranger. ‘Deal.’ He says in his usual gruff voice nodding to you in sign of respect for your demand.

‘Good’ you say as you stalk off towards where Bellamy lays muzzled and tied like a prisoner of war. You free her and she jumps at you happy to be in your proximity. She must have been worried sick here all alone. Poor thing. You then go to the gate and slide the too-large bolts meant to keep any unwanted guests outside. Or inside in your case. ‘And to think nothing interesting ever happens around her, right, Bell?’ your rhetorical question is met with a bark of agreement.

#simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost x reader #zombie au #cod mw2 #ghost cod #cod x reader #call of duty #slow burn #simon riley imagine #simon riley fanfic

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Non fanfiction writing ✨️Liz update✨️ so I can cry and get over it

Im hoping typing this out makes me feel better, please feel free to ignore it.

Warning - breastfeeding and babies, separation anxiety, alcohol use

I will start by saying I do not think my friend meant to hurt my feelings or make me cry.

She has 3 kids, I have my Sophia.

I made the choice to breastfeed and pump because I emotionally needed that closeness, I wanted our baby girl to have the benefits, and it is honestly so much cheaper for us in the long run. When baby daddy takes a shift each day, he feeds her what I've pumped. In short, our beautiful Sophi is exclusively on breastmilk. We both believe fed is best, always, and our friends know this. How you feed a baby is such a personal choice with a lot of factors, and we picked based on my needs and our budget.

Anyways! My parents and brothers, because she NEEDED four babysitters, let me tell yah she's a wild party girl, all volunteered to watch her tonight so baby daddy and I could do to a local band's concert at one of our favorite bars.

I obviously am not drinking, and that works out great because daddy is. He's had a long week at work, and if he wants a few drinks, he deserves them. My friend asked me if I wanted to do shots with her, I told her no, and explained why when she asks.

She looked at me and went, "This is why I didn't breastfeed. I'm not an animal and I don't want to be boring."

I mentally understand that she's actually saying, "I wanted to be able to live my life and enjoy things without feeling like I was someone else's food source."

But ya girl started crying.

It was my first night away from our daughter, so that already had me fairly emotional, and that kind of really... sucked I guess..

Baby daddy was immediately on it and defending me. We ended up leaving and going to a different bar with another one of our couple friends who was kind of appalled she said that. My older brother, a pediatric nurse, tried to make me feel better, but I'm crying again because of postpartum hormones.

Hopefully, crying it out helps, or expect a sad reader mom fic to help me process.

Also, low-key that tequila sounded fire, I just don't want to disrespect my body and it's hard work by having to pump and dump.

Thanks for letting me vent

#elizabeths.updates #might delete might not #mom life

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raccoonfallsharder · 5 months

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I’m really excited for your “drink some goddamn water” chapter because water has all of the sudden become too boring for me to drink. I’ve been drinking everything except water because it just isn’t stimulating enough. My anti-depressants sure are anti-ing my depression, but it makes my adhd way worse.

✩࿐࿔ drink some goddamn water [new 12/10]

smut-free| no use of y/n | gn reader | drabbles | word count: 1,209.

✩࿐࿔ take what you need.

࿔ eat somethin. at least grab a frickin’ snack. (wc: 576) ࿔ go to frickin bed already. (wc: 737) ࿔ get outta bed & get your shit done. & stop doomscrolling (wc: 925) ࿔ take a damn bath. (wc: 1,375) ࿔ leave your frickin skin alone. (wc: 1,579) ࿔ take a fuckin study break. (wc: 1,020) ࿔ drink some goddamn water. (wc: 1,209) ࿔ stop destroying your frickin clothes. [est 12/19] ࿔ just buy the damn thing already. ࿔ did you take your meds today?

how much water you should drink depends on your body mass, activity level, and the amount of hydration you get through other foods and beverages - but you almost certainly need more than you're drinking. this is your sign to go hydrate, babe.

this is about as wholesome as it gets (for me) i think. can be read platonically or romantically. mcu-based, meant to take place post-volume 3, but headcanon however you want ♡

“You all right, kid?” Goddammit. The Captain’s caught you squeezing the spot between your brows, eyelids crushed closed and forehead creased. “I’m fine, thanks,” you say quickly, with a pale attempt at a nonchalant smile. His nose twitches and he eyes you consideringly, leaning against the wall. “Busy day?” It has been. Trying to balance maintaining some semblance of a life you can go back to on Terra – just in case – with your admittedly-far-more-enjoyable Knowhere responsibilities always feels like the equivalent of at least two full-time-jobs. Plus, regular life-stuff doesn’t stop either. There’s still laundry to do and an apartment to keep clean. “So busy,” you deadpan. Rocket is being awfully empathetic right now – which usually means he has an agenda. “Did you need something?” He raises a brow. “What, I can’t just check in on my favorite local Terran?” You snort. “It’s a well-documented fact that I am currently the only local Terran, dude.” He shrugs. “All the more reason to check in. You’re practic’ly frickin’ endangered out here.” “Well, thanks for your care and concern,” you say dryly. “I’m fine.” “Really?” His second brow joins the first and his tail flicks – annoyed, or entertained. You can’t tell for sure. “‘Cause you look like you got a headache.” You sigh and flick off your datapad, then slide away from the empty bar. “I just need to get some more caffeine,” you tell him tiredly. “Uh-uh,” he says cynically. “I don’t think so. Sit down. I’ll make you a drink.”

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feel free to ✩ request reminders ✩ via reblogs, asks, and tumblr or ao3 comments if they would be helpful for you. it may take me a hot minute to get to them depending on life n stuff, but i will do my best

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@suicidalshitstick ✩ @glow-autumz ✩ @evolvingchaoswitch ✩ @wren-phoenix ✩ @pretty-chips (total word count: 7,412)

#thanks nonnie!#this one was actually really hard to write #stay hydrated #drink some fucking water #rocket raccoon fluff #rocket raccoon fanfiction #take what you need #rfh fanfic #rfh fluff #self care reminder #self care tips #gotg fanfiction #gotg fanfic #guardians of the galaxy fanfiction #rocket raccoon

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okay so I’m not going to go into any details here but I just finished “what comes after” and oh. my. god. you captured the feelings of the person on the other end perfectly.

for me it wasn’t anyone as close as a husband, and I wasn’t there to see it, but they texted me one evening and I swear I just knew. and I knew they were in a pretty bad place, but I don’t think anyone had realized just how bad, and I have so many mixed feelings about all of it? And you somehow managed to write that and make it so tragic and so beautiful and. I don’t even know what I’m trying to say here. I guess I just wanted to say thank you? Thank you for treating the subject so delicately and so fairly and thank you for adding the part about Curt and how he’s there to help and I know it’s “just” fanfiction, but I need you to know how much of an impact it had on me.

so. yeah. thank you. and I’m sorry to spring this on you just like this (if it makes you uncomfortable I’m so sorry! please don’t feel like you have to respond!), I swear I’m not saying any of this to make you feel bad for me or anything. my friend is in a much better place and everything is okay. call this the incoherent ramblings of a person who should’ve gone to bed hours ago now. thank you. thank you thank you thank you thank you <3

theres three experiences in my life I pulled from for this fic

my little brother has been to a psych ward three times in my life, two in the last two years. The second time (March 2023) he called me the day before in great spirits and laughing about a childhood memory. Next day I receive a call that He's going to the hospital, drugs were involved but nobody knew anything more because he's an adult. We heard no news, couldn't contact him for Three Days. We had no idea what happened or how bad things were.

In the aftermath my baby sister and I had to drive into the city to pick his car up and bring it to my parents. She's a freshman in college and was too young to really remember my brothers first time in (I was twenty and she was twelve) and so I had to be the older sibling and tell her to rely on me. To brace herself that this probably would not be the end of the storyline with his mental health issues and she had to make peace with it and to protect herself how she could while still being there for him. I had to put my shit aside for my her and my mom and my dad. Had to be Gale.

At the same time I was fresh off a devastating breakup. I reached out that night to the ex because I thought we were still friends and got brushed off. While driving to get that damn car all i wanted was what my brain thought was my ride or die support system to be there helping me through this. All i wanted was a Curt and I didn't have one. So i gave Gale what i needed via Curt. Someone to pick up the pieces.

My grandmother passed away due to complications from colon cancer in 2020. She came down with an infection that ate away her intestines to nothing in the span of a weekend. I sat on the phone with her six states away as she lay dying on her bathroom floor. My Grandma who was my best friend my namesake wordlessly crying in my ear from pain. And I just remember thinking nobody fucking gave me the instruction manual for this. I went to bed once the ambulance came, thinking she would be okay. And by the time I woke up she was gone. And I've worked my feelings of that out through a previous fic but I definitely reached back into that experience to remember that headspace

I've been on both ends. I almost ended my life several times last year and I'm really fuckin glad I didn't cause I am having so much fun with you guys

#suicide tw #death tw #not related to the suicide tag #swiftytalks #that is to say thank you anon it means the fucking WORLD my stuff resonates

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Please tell us more about your original works!!

Honest to God, I was thinking of your stories earlier today and thought how lucky we are you spend any time writing fan fiction (and for the show that is my hyper fixation! How did I get this lucky?) because you’re so fucking talented you should writing real books.

you are always far far nicer to me than i deserve and I LOVE IT! (I LOVE YOU!!)

The wonderful thing about fanfiction is that writing for Ted Lasso has full-on cured my years-long writing slump. And I am looking at all of these book ideas, some of which have been kicking around in my brain for going on 10 years, and i'm like....yeah, yeah. I am going to work on those :D

So these are the ones I'm working on. They are in various states of progress.

My Babies! If any of these are getting finished first, it will be one of these three!

Barnacle - the placeholder name for my DETECTIVE STORY. A woman who has recently left a troubled marriage, our main character is a shell of the person she used to be. Wanting to put as much distance between her and the California life she left behind, she's rented a cabin in the middle of a small tourist town in the northern cold. When a man in the neighboring cabin is murdered during the night, she finds her mind stirred to action as the pieces of herself that she thought lost slowly come back to her. (And then she becomes a private investigator because I love detective stories and she solves crimes and makes friends and this is just the first one and I'm like. super excited about it.)

A Robot Named Future - this one is my long-brewing wip. It's about an AI robot from the not-to-distant future that gets rebooted ('wakes up') in a junkyard the very far distant future. Lots of scifi tropes, lots about the erosion of history and humans always being humans, and of course, food. Like a lot about food in this one.

Chasing Whispers in the Canyon (Western (sort of)) - Injured and AWOL military soldier Joanna is on the brink of death in the middle of the desert when she is saved by a tall, pale stranger. Her and the stranger -- an offputting, odd woman who's absolutely lethal with a pistol - hunker down together in a small town that seems on the verge of its own small war. When trouble comes for Joanna, the stranger risks drawing the attention of her own complicated past to save the woman who is possibly her only friend. (yes, the placeholder title is a song title. One song spurred all of this. I regret nothing)

The ones I'll get to one day!

Boots and Babes on the Boardwalk - I don't know why I titled it this way other than the alliteration (needs a new title). This one is about a partially closeted, mentally ill, middle aged gay man who's running his conservaative family's shady business. He just fell head over heels about another man, and that's serving as an impetus for him to actually look at his life. On temporary hiatus because the plot is a little wobbly

The Lens - Guy who recently went blind and had to drop out of an art program accompanies his still-seeing friend to a museum exhibit. Due to the awkward tension their circumstances have put between them, neither notices when his friend proceeds to lose the camera equipment he'd checked out from campus. With the museum closing in an hour and his friend's final grades on the line, these two piece together where in the museum his friend lost his camera. (this one is more like a novella or a long short story)

The Hoard - One night. One party. Five thieves. One pile of dragon treasure. (Think leverage but the treasure they are stealing belongs to a corrupt government via dragons).

Hawaiian Shirts and Bruised Eyes - A butch, lesbian stuntwoman who broke her arm on a motorcycle meets a nurse at the hospital who may just be the love of her life. The love of her life may also be a serial killer. It's hard to say.

The Frog Witch - vengeful disgraced witch lady seeks revenge against the people who wronged her with the help of a prince who has been cast out from his people. References to Euripedes' Medea.

#ask box is always open #THANK YOU FOR ASKING #original works

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Lenora’s Love: A Tom Riddle Fanfiction

Chapter 26: Disillusionment

(Warnings: mentions of SA and unaliving)

Black shows Lenora to his pensieve to restore her memories. She discovers the truth and Tom’s betrayal.

She avoided Cygnus. Truthfully she didn't want to hear what he had to say. The owl sat on her desk.

Meet me at my parents house

Saturday morning

-Cygnus

Incendio. She watched it turn to ash and she sunk her head down into her hands.

Tom woke her up Friday morning, a rose dragged across her face and down her chest. When her eyes opened he kissed her lightly.

"Hello my darling,"he nuzzled her cheek.

"Good morning," she whispered back as he pulled her into his arms.

"I have a surprise for you tomorrow night".

Her arms wrapped around his neck and she grinned, "well what is it?"

He raised his brow at her,"you'll have to find out then" he teased, "I hope it makes you happy"

She wanted to cry she felt so lucky.

"You know I love you right?" She whispered in his ear.

He was perfect. Nothing Cygnus could tell her would change that. She loved Tom Riddle. No matter what.

"Hello lovely" Black opened the door looking sheepish.

"Don't start Cygnus"she smirked as she walked in.

"Tea?" She looked around at the Black family home. It was dark and moody. How appropriate. She thought.

"Please" she took a nervous breath.

Kreacher appeared scowling. She liked to think that she was more polite elves than most people. Kreacher however scared her.

He scowled at her as he handed her a teacup. This was not helping her nerves.

"Well..."she said," whatever it is you have to tell me". Nora turned her teacup on the table, "hurry up".

"Nora..."he took a drink.

"I'm meeting him after this," she spoke over him,"he has a surprise for me... he's so romantic".

Cygnus sighed as he watched her try to steamroll him.

"I'm so happy Cygnus" she huffed,"is what you're telling me more important than that-"

"Yes Lenora it-"

"I love him!"she smacked the table,"just remember-"

"Last year!" Black swallowed after interrupting, "Tom obliviated you."

She stared at him dully, "you called me here for a joke?"

"Nora." He took a breath," last year you and I sat in front of the mirror or Ersid and you told me you needed my help. You don't remember it.... You don't remember any of it!"

Flashback

"You're not scared of Tom either" she said at last, "are you?"

Black smiled down at his hands, "No, I don't supposed I am".

Earnestly he put his hand in hers, "are you?"

She blinked her tears back,"no..." she shuddered, "I'm scared of myself",

He looked confused, "Nora?".

"I just can't do it anymore" she cried her chest was heaving as she tried to suppress her tears.

Blacks arms encircled her, his hug was tight "you don't have to hold it in, you can cry".

She clung to him and he let her cry and scream.

"I can't be strong anymore, I just can't" she had to breathe between sobs to make her words distinguishable, "I'm - so- ashamed".

He dropped his head down on her shoulder, "You are strong Lenora, you are the strongest person I know".

Her body shivered as her tears died down.

"I can't carry it anymore Cygnus." he smiled as she whispered, she had never called him his first name before.

"You don't have to" he said, "you can give some of it to me".

She shook her head, "you don't want my secrets, The things I've done. The things that have been done to me".

His head fell to the side as he looked at her, "I'll take whatever parts of you, you'll give me".

Another tear fell down her cheek and he caught it. She took her wand and put it to her temple. Her eyes closed as she recalled the last year of her life. All of it, every painful moment. A long silvery thread pulled from her mind. Black held out his wand and she touched it to his, their eyes on each other as it absorbed into his wand.

Present Day

Black led her to the pensieve, her hands were shaking, he dipped his wand in and released the memories she had given to him that night. Then he put in a memory of his as well.

It's a joke. She's going to put her head in, ruin her hair and it's going to be wrong.

Nora tried to steady her breathing before she went in. This couldn't be real. She looked at Cygnus, his eyes were so sad. So beseeching. She held her breath and plunged.

Everything.

The attack.

Tom healing her.

The depression.

Learning dark magic.

The bird.

Her with Tom. In the library. At the creek. Malfoy Ball. New Years.

She had already been a death eater.

The Chamber of Secrets.

She killed those boys, and then they....

There?

Her mind slowly slipping into madness

The night she told Cygnus everything

It went dark.

Then she was watching herself from Black's point of view.

Dueling Tom.

She was nearly unstoppable.

Theo. She almost killed him.

Tom and Abraxas telling the rest of the deatheaters she was obliviated.

Her hands gripped the side of the pensieve as she pulled herself up.

Pain pummeled through her, they all knew. Tom knew.

I want you to be my first time. She had told him.

Their date. Their love.

Everything. A fucking lie.

Her heart cracked open in her chest and was replaced by something else.

Rage.

Cygnus put his hand on her.,"Nora?"

She turned to him with a deadened expression.

"Thank you Black. For showing me the truth.."

She disappeared before he could respond.

Read More Here or Read Lenora’s Lament the first book in the series:

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hergan416 · 1 year

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Get to Know You Tag Game

Thank you @alabaster-moon

Three Ships: I only get three???? aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa (I think this tells you more than the actual ships I choose at this point). Uh. Prideshipping (yugioh), Katamar (One Piece), and oh my god I want to choose a yuumori ship for the last ship but I literally can't I've been weight the pros and cons of the ships for like. 15 minutes. Just staring at this ask. Albert/Milverton maybe?? because I want to write more of it and Dark!Albert is really hecking interesting? Moriarthree? Something I can go find content to read like mycal? I DONT KNOW IM SORRY and now you have like 5 ships

First Ship: I know I shipped other things before this but my first ever OTP was prideshipping. Most everything else was like... canon ships I supported or like... stuff other people were writing that I was into. I mean, I guess you could also consider zendall from All My Children in that I helped my mom send zendall keychains to AMC in the mail after they broke them up??? but I do truly think that was more about my mom than me.

Last Song: My phone says "A Million Dreams" was what I stopped halfway through playing most recently. I've listened to music since then, but the audio player on my desktop doesn't keep track of what I was listening to after I closed the program. (Honestly, I don't like that my phone does this either? I just can't get rid of it there).

Last Movie: Hell if I remember?? I don't really watch movies regularly. Fiance thinks it might have been Wakanda Forever? Which sounds right.

Currently Reading: Other than fanfic... My Secret Life. Yeah. That's uh. A thing.

Currently Watching: My family is NOT caught up with Master Minds. Not sure if that counts. But yes, we record and watch all episodes of a trivia game show.

Currently Consuming: I think I'll choose fanfiction for this?? I have been LIVING off Dying Wish which is a massive reincarnation RP fic that has literally made me fall in love with Albert as a character? I have lost so much sleep the last week because I started reading before bed and then suddenly it was like... 4 am? 5 am? even later?

Currently Craving: Oh man. I dunno. I think something sweet. Or maybe a nap. Or maybe some mycal? I'm pretty sure the next chapter in the above fic is mycal smut AND a different mycal fic that I've been reading (@user-needs-new-hyperfixation's Love In All it's Disrepute also updated today and I'm just so stoked to read more of THAT also)

Tag List: (0 pressure please, just if you want) @user-needs-new-hyperfixation (hopefully this double tag does not do anything screwy hyper, sorry), @sakuplumeria OOH IS IT GOING TO LET ME TAG YOU NOW?? DID YOUR BLOG GET FIXED?, @wurm-food, @xamaxenta, @operagoose I know you but what are you up to now?, @bum-scum, @sapphicspaceranger, @straycrayoncrypt, @rivaltagonist, @winxhelina OR anyone else who wants to!

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These are all the One Direction fics I read and enjoyed in August 2022. You can listen to my podcast to hear me talk about each of these fics as well as an overview of what was posted on ao3 in August including the fics on this month’s fic roundup which you can find here! Please let the writers know if you liked the fics by leaving kudos and comments! Happy reading!

Fanfictional Podcast #41 | ko-fi | fic recs

-Larry -

🍃 Mind of Stone by amomentoflove / @daggerandrose

(M, 41k, mythology au, so much to love about this one!) He needs to find a way back home, and then figure out what the fuck happened at the bar tonight.

🍃 All My Roads Lead to You by @dandelionfairies

(M, 41k, undercover au, great plot!) Harry’s stuck in a life he didn’t choose after leaving home at eighteen. Bartending and running drugs were never on his list.

🍃 As You Wish by @kingsofeverything

(E, 25k, genie au, this was such an adventure!) Harry wished Louis free, and life hasn’t been the same since.

🍃 Close Enough to Touch by YesIsAWorld / @louandhazaf

(M, 11k, tour au, loved the evolution of their relationship) Louis definitely did not need a masseuse on tour. Not even if that masseuse turned out to be gorgeous, kind, and lovely.

🍃 I Want All Your Saturday Nights by @homosociallyyours

(T, 10k, girl direction, omg so cute with great wish fulfillment) When Louis Tomlinson is announced as the host and musical guest for an upcoming episode of SNL, cast member and writer Harry Styles is prepared to have to hide her longtime crush from her favorite artist.

🍃 Wild As You by bluegreenish / @greenbluish

(M, 9k, country au, this was so beautifully written wow) a story about how Harry figures out whether the ideal of a house with a white picket fence in the suburbs of a medium-sized city is what he wants, or whether Louis' sheep ranch is the home his heart really desires.

🍃Will Death Be Our Last Kiss, My Love? by @fallinglikethis

(M, 6k, Potter Direction, love this story line!) As a half-veela, Louis has always had a past full of romantic turmoil. But his past comes back to bite him fully on the ass when a case falls into the lap of fellow aurors, Niall and Liam.

🍃 Where I'm Meant To Be by Halos_Boat / @halohamilton

(E, 6k, alpha/alpha, oof the angst hurt just right) When Louis helps Harry out with his rut so he can get it done in time for his exam, they're forced to face feelings they were habouring for a while.

🍃 Close Our Eyes (Pretend We're Miles Away) by @haztobegood

(E, 5k, girl direction, check tags but damn this was good) Louis and Harry have been on the run for a day and a half now. It’s a hard situation to be in, and they’ve been trying to cope the best they can since their relaxing girls’ weekend at a rented cabin turned into a living nightmare.

🍃 accept it, my love (you're mine) by skipper / @skipperxao3

(T, 4k, historical au, loved this soulmate concept!) the 1920's fic in which Louis Tomlinson, a successful architect, gives up drawing buildings to fall in love with the homeless boy who’s captured his heart.

🍃 Cannibalism Love Story by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup

(G, 2k, kid fic, amazing...just amazing. I have no other words I am in shock) It’s a hot summer day and Louis wants nothing more than to lay on the floor and do nothing. Instead he’s with the twins at the science museum.

🍃 SEX 20mg by @jaerie

(E, 2k, sex pollen au, omg this was so hot) Louis swipes some edibles from Niall and smuggles them with him on a trip to Vegas. After a wild night with his ex-roommate, he realizes they weren't the kind of edibles he was expecting.

🍃 Zoey by @wabadabadaba

(G, 2k, cat fic, oh my god this is a dream fic I'm in love with it) Harry has a huge crush on his cat's veterinarian and finally decides to do something about it.

🍃 Fractured Moonlight by amomentoflove / @daggerandrose

(M, 1k, dark au, oh my goddd what a great stand alone fic but also love that you can read the sequel) Louis huffs because he doesn’t want to deal with this. “Listen, I appreciate your concern.” He doesn’t. “But it’s not your duty to look after the sad man at the bar. Okay?”

🍃 heart meet break by safetyfilm / @larrieblr

(NR, 1k, character study, heartbreaking but hopeful) a skinny twenty-something on the middle of the rug, a hot phone pressed to a cheek so tear-stained it might cause an electrical shock.

🍃 Tears on Paper by Lhhome / @lh-home

(G, 228 words, poem, so many feelings help)

Harry

Who wasn’t

supposed to see

-Rare Pairs-

🍃 Make It Up As We Go Along by @lululawrence

(NR, 52k, OT5, omegaverse, loved every moment of chaos!) When a baby is left on their doorstep, their lives become the definition of chaos...but maybe that is exactly what they need to see what has been right in front of them all along.

🍃 Doin' Somethin' Right by @laynefaire

(E, 5k, Zayn/Liam, future canon, so lovely) While Liam craved the bright lights and excitement of being on the road, Zayn has eschewed his prior fame, instead choosing a life of relative obscurity as the owner of a vineyard and bed and breakfast in Dauphin County, Pennsylvania.

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INSEPARABLE

Photo by Monica Oprea from Pexels

Based on the fanfiction Firsts & Seconds written by Skerbbie @skerbbie

I DONT OWN -> Undertale, Farmtale, the fanfiction First & Seconds. The rights go to the respective owners!

Undertale by Toby Fox

Farmtale by GuinongTale_AU

First and Seconds written by Skerbbie @skerbbie 💙

Warnings ⚠️: very light angst, fluff, lots of fluff

Note 1: Since I don't know the Canon grandpa name. I'll create an OC. So, for the needs of this story I'll use the names

Aster Lilian Crisanto.

-> Crisanto means golden flower (if I remember correctly it's Greek) I'll use it as last name.

-> Lilian is the masculine of Lily it's French. (it will be his middle name)

-> Aster; is a flower, a font and it's Greek. It means Star. Αστήρ

Note 2: In this story Papyrus exists. Im just focusing on Sans. Let's say Papyrus is with Aster's sister. (headcanon) ♥

Note 3: Sans is around 5 years old in this story. While Aster is around 35 years old.

Fun fact /Note 4: this idea came to my mind, while I was doing my makeup! I was just putting eyeliner and mascara and I was like; well how about Sticks meeting Brinley for the 1st time?

Enjoy!

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His grandpa was holding him by the hand. "Where are we going grandpa?" he looked at him questionably.

"There is someone I want you to meet" he smiled lovingly at him. Sans nodded and smiled back.

They walked towards a door. When they reached it , his grandpa let go of his hand.

He added a little force and opened the big door. The little light that went through the windows and the door illuminated the place.

Sans looked around perplexed, staying close to his grandpa.

Sans saw a huge animal approaching them. He hid behind his grandpa's leg.

Aster chuckled "Don't be afraid Sans, she is big but she is kind and affectionate. This one here is Brinley. Brinley meet my grandson, Sans!"

Brinley rubbed her head affectionately on Aster's hands.

Then she noticed the little skeleton. She leaned down.

Sans hid himself behind Aster's leg a little more.

Brinley was patient. She knew from experience that human and monster children were sometimes intimidated by big animals.

"It's okay my boy she won't hurt you, she wants to see and sniff you" he assured.

"She is not gonna eat me?" he peeked from behind him a little. Eyes shining green. Sticks held Aster's pants for dear life. His voice low.

"Heh, no, she only eats grass and plants. Besides I am here, I would never bring you to harms way"

He slowly walked towards her. She was still there waiting patiently.

He raised his tiny hand on her face and she leaned closer. She sniffed and huffed softly.

He patted her. She closed her eyes, his touch was soft.

She gently rubbed her nose on his hand.

He was braver now, his grandpa was right, she wasn't so bad.

He gave her face a hug. She closed her eyes and huffed contently.

"Grandpa could you please give me grass? I would like to feed her"

"Way ahead of you bud" He was already holding the grass on his hand. "Here" he smiled

"Thank you" He took it and brought it closer to her face. She gently took and ate it.

He walked towards the grass storage a little further and took as much as his hands could carry. He ran back.

He stretched upwards and gave her more. She accepted the offering. Brinley gently leaned down and ate form his little hands again.

He was watching her in awe. He patted her leg. Her hair were smooth, soft.

She was like a huge teddy bear.

He stepped back and went in front of her again. This time he asked kindly and innocently "Could I lay on your back?"

She understood and looked at Aster, as if asking for permission.

He nodded and she knelt down. His grandpa helped him sit on her back.

Once on her back. He laid face down and caressed her fur. He stroked her fluffy brown hair while giggling.

Looking at her eyes you could understand she likes him. Sans seems to adore her too.

"Come on Brinley get up" Aster said.

She didn't.

"Brinley? Get up please" he repeated and lifted his phalanges up.

Brinley stayed on the ground.

She looked at him and then at her back.

He followed her movement. After a few seconds...

It clicked. His expression soften.

She didn't want to accidentally throw him down.

Aster smiled and got moved. "Thank you Brinley, you are a good girl". She huffed softly.

Sans had stopped moving and was just laying there, face down.

"You okay up there?" he smirked.

"yeah, *huff puff* I just *pant pant* got tired"

"Come then Sans it's time for us to go" he gently stretched his phalanges and took him in his arms.

"Can we come later?" he asked as he wrapped his arms around his grandpa's neck.

"Of course we will visit her later. Tomorrow, the day after tomorrow.. she isn't going anywhere".

"Alright" he smiled, "See ya later Brinley!" Sticks waved at her.

Aster chuckled.

He walked home. Sans had his hands wrapped around Aster's neck.

Outside he gently put him down.

"Now let me clean you, then lunch and after that nap okay?" he informed. "Okay" he smiled.

He gently put him down "Stay here!" he said softly. He hummed in response.

Aster took a special vaccum and removed the hair from his clothes. He took a piece of cloth and gently cleaned his bones. He'll give him a better bath later.

"Alright, now go put on some clothes and come back down to eat" he gently pushed his back.

"Mhm" he ascended the stairs and went to his room. He put on a yellow shirt, green floral pants and blue jacket. He then went downstairs.

His grandpa brought him the plate "here you go"

"Thank you!"

He waited, he rested his ulna and radius from both hands on the table. Aster got slightly concerned at the silence.

"Sans? Aren't you eating?"

"Im waiting for you" he spoke cheerfully.

Aster chuckled. He turned around and let the orange juice on the table. He sat down and both ate.

Sans finished his food and took his dishes to the sink.

Aster was watching him. He returned back to his chair and began drinking his orange juice.

Aster smiled softly. He finished his dinner and proceeded to wash the dishes.

As he was doing so, his mind got lost in thoughts.

Truth be told; he tries not to show it, but.. He is afraid. Ever since he found out Sans is a little fragile and that he will have some issues because of that.. fear conquered his soul.

He tried to teach Sans and Papyrus to be careful.

Papyrus despite being a child he understood everything his grandpa told him. Sure they did shenanigans like all siblings but they were good children.

Papyrus and Sans were very obedient, such good, kind children.

Papyrus also seemed to be protective in his own way around Sans. Smart and observant skeleton.

They loved and cared for each other a lot.

Okay, maybe at first Aster was a little bit overprotective.. But he worked on it. He accepted it. He tried to make their lives as best as he could.

It also made his soul melt at how protective Brinley is. It's good to know that she will be there for him in her own way. After all..

Who said animals don't understand and feel emotions?

As Sans was waiting for his grandpa to finish his jobs, he fall asleep on the table. Aster finished the dishes and dried his hands. He turned around and was slightly startled that Sans was still on the table sleeping.

Aster just stood there a few seconds and smiled affectionately.

Sans felt two hands picking him up. He opened his eyes "Sorry fall asleep"

"Its okay you still kept me company"

Sticks smiled.

He gently laid him down and covered him with the bedsheet "love you grandpa" he grinned.

"Love you too Sans".

(2 hours later)

Sans opened his eyes. He stretched, got up and exited the room. Looking down he saw that his grandpa had fallen asleep on the couch.

He took his small bedsheet and quietly tiptoed outside. He then walked towards the barn, where Brinley was.

He managed to open the door with great difficulty.

She was still there, she saw him dragging the bedsheet with him. She leaned her head on the side. Sans stood in front of her.

"Brinley could I please take a nap with you?" he asked with pure innocence.

She huffed softly and laid down. He joined her and curled up.

She smiled and curled up. Both enjoying a peaceful sleep.

(Some time later)

His grandpa woke up. It was eerily quiet, he decided to check on Sans. He knocked on the door.

Silence.

He quietly opened the door and peeked in. Maybe he was sleeping.

.no sans.

He slightly panicked but before he jumped to conclusions. He checked around the house.

Where did he go this time?

He suspected that maybe he went to Brinley.

He walked towards Brinley's place and noticed that the door was slightly opened.

He pushed the door and peeked in. Brinley opened her eyes and looked at him. She carefully moved her head showing Sans

"I'll check later" he whispered. He sighed with relief.

Later Sans woke up and his grandpa came to take him "warn me next time sweetie."

"Sorry grandpa" he apologized.

"Its okay" he hugged him a little tighter.

"See you tomorrow Brinley" he waved at her. She huffed softly. Aster chuckled softly.

It was clear to him that from that day, Brinley and Sans became

¡Inseparable!

The End! 😘

Thank you for reading! 💙

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chawarin-panich · 8 months

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PLEASE write sandray as old endangered turtles trying and absolutely failing to get mating right to the consternation of 20 conservationists I'm begging you

you have to understand that not a single person in the actual fandom wants to read this but you are the reason the sun shines in the morning so here you go: Title: Logbook of a Conservationist Scorned Pairing: SandRay, TopMew, BostonNick Rating: G (R if you're a tortoise) Summary: What does two ancient tortoises, an Engineering Student and a murderous parrot have in common? Simply, they're all out to ruin Mew's life. Note: Their pronouns are what they are, they’re tortoises free of social dogma. Suffice to say, I am not a conservation biologist and I know nothing of tortoises or parrots.

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Part 1: "Ray knows how to be alone. He's good at it. Alone, he doesn't have to think about love or wonder if he's worthy of it. Alone, he can live with the peace he's made with himself, away from all the flaws that would be reflected in another's eyes. In Sand's eyes, that only seem to hold contempt for him, seeing with shocking clarity the ways that he fumbles and the ways that he disappoints.

Ray has convinced himself that he likes the solitude of his enclosure, the bounty of mealtimes that he gets to keep for hims-"

Professor Yo sighs loudly, her hands going the bridge of her nose to indicate the start of a headache, "Mew, what the fuck."

"I don't think you can talk to me like that." Mew says, leaning back into the chair he's in, sulking.

"I don't think your committee will approve fucking tortoise fanfiction in lieu of a thesis." She bites back unimpressed. "There is only so many ways I can write Specimen 5675 and 5676 refused to move an inch from the corners of their mating enclosure"

Professor Yo sighs again, "And yet when auditors from the National Science Foundation will want records of your notebook that is the only thing they'll want to read."

"You don't know every auditor at the NSF" "Mew!"

"Fine. Fine. I'll write it up properly. I'll be sure to add how you live a life entirely devoid of joy or whimsy in the footnotes." Professor Yo ignores his jibe, "Good and the condition of 5676's sperm?" Mew rolls his eyes but doesn't argue, it's her job to ask after all, "sperm count above average, motility excellent, pH and morphology normal. Look they haven't so much as looked at each other in three weeks, not since The Incident. Sand's sperm is not the problem."

"And artificial insemination?"

"Ray doesn't take to injection. It's not an uncommon phenomenon in tortoises. Not only is this species critically endangered but we know too little about their mating practices even from closely related species. You need to let me take them out of their enclosure." Professor Yo nods as appeasingly as she can, “I understand your point but we have to prove that we have exhausted all insemination strategies to the department before they'll approve our liability waiver. Have we?” Mew tries his best not to roll his eyes, “I’ve injected him at various times of the day, tried differend food combos, simulating known tortoise mating rituals before too-

“Mew, have we or have we not exhausted all avenues of artificial insemination?” They stare each other down for a few long moments before Mew gives in, “Fine I’ll contact the engineering department.” He leave's the office as haughtily as he can.

~ From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Subject: Looking for collaborators on tortoise prosthetics project

Dear all, I am Mew, a fourth year PhD candidate in the Biology Department and doing my thesis on the mating behaviors of local tortoises and reptiles. A chapter of my thesis is dedicated to achieving the successful mating of a critically endangered tortoise species housed within our department's Animal Husbandry program. One of our current strategies, is to make a prosthetic mating apparatus to help our tortoise Ray on his wonderful journey to motherhood. I am looking for a dedicated engineering student who can help me build this apparatus. We can pay a small consultation fee along with my eternal gratitude (paper authorship negotiable). Looking forward to hearing from you.

Sincerely,

Mew

~ From: [email protected] To: [email protected] RE: Subject: Looking for collaborators on tortoise prosthetics project

Before I agree I want to make sure I’m getting this right. You want to make a tortoise dildo? Best,

T ~ A/N: I haven't forgotten about the muderous parrot

A/N2: As promised murderous parrot appears in Part 2

#ofts fanfic #sandray fanfic #ofts #nani writes #nani's writing shenanigans #yes the parrot's to come in part two #or maybe three i dont know yet

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adoracora-elizabeth · 3 months

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But Papa! Why? Chapter 26

I learned that my own book writing did not improve by stopping with my Fanfiction. And life is just boring without Cora and Robert in my head. So well, here I am, back to writing Fanfiction again.

"Baxter did you bring the folder for this advertisement?" Cora asked looking up from her screen. Baxter had come up to Downton with Cora’s laptop and some other things they needed for work. They had set up an office in one of the upstairs rooms of Dower House. There was enough space, they offered Baxter a room where she could stay as long as they would work here.

Robert's recovery would take at least a couple of weeks, and Cora had decided it would be better not to travel until his casts were removed. Robert had agreed, and when Baxter said she could drive up to them and stay as long as needed, it was settled. Violet had protested a bit, but Rosamund said that Patrick was happy with Cora’s decision. Six weeks had now passed.

"I am not sure, I have brought some new folders this weekend, but will have to look if that one is in the box." Baxter got up to check.

"Thank you for being this flexible. It means a lot that you are here." Cora said, smiling at Baxter.

"There is nobody in London waiting for me, so it does not matter if I work here or there. And besides that, the surroundings here are amazing."

"You know that you can declare the petrol costs, right?" Cora had seen that every weekend Baxter drove back to London, and she wanted to be sure she was indeed getting her money back. The front door opened and closed. "Oh, that must be Robert coming back from his hospital visit." Cora said.

"You should go down; I will finish this up for today." Baxter said, while she found the folder they needed.

"I will only say hello and come back up. We have the deadline in three days, and I do not want to leave everything in your hands."

Cora walked as fast as she could downstairs. Robert had insisted that she should stay home and work. He said he was claiming to much of her time already. Something that annoyed Cora, if they were serious, she would spend much more time with him in the future.

Molesley was helping Robert to move to the sofa. That surprised Cora, with the cast on his leg, it was more comfortable to be in his bed. "Are we expecting guests?" She asked, walking into the room.

"Why would you say that?" Robert asked, turning his head towards the door.

"I cannot think of any other reason why you would want to sit on the sofa. You said it was uncomfortable with your cast."

"I indeed said that. And with the cast it was uncomfortable yes."

Cora was surprised and did not understand what he meant, until she walked around the sofa and saw that his cast was removed. "I did not know they were going to remove your casts today?" The cast on his arm was also removed, she now noticed.

Robert smiled up to her. "I did not know they would. But Dr Clarkson made some x-rays and it all looked good. It will take months before my arm and leg will be back to their old form. But from now on, I can practice with standing and walking again." To prove this, he was getting up. Molesley was still standing next to him and immediately helped him. Cora also stepped forward and handed him her hand, that he took with his good hand.

"Please be careful." Cora said with a worried voice.

Robert moved his hand to Cora's shoulder, she felt him lean heavy on her. She was not sure if she could put her hands on his sides, he did not complain about his ribs anymore, but she did not want to hurt him, so she rested her hands on his hip. This way she could try and catch him if he lost his balance.

Robert now leaned in and pressed a kiss on Cora's cheek. "Stop worrying, Dr Clarkson said that I am allowed to stand on it. And as long as it does not hurt, I can practice as much as I want." He almost lost his balance, when he tried to turn more towards Cora and now leaned even heavier on her.

Cora wrapped her arms a bit tighter around his waist. "You better sit down."

Robert pulled Cora down with him when he sat back on the sofa. She hardly managed not to fall on him. "Robert." Cora hissed. Molesley was still in the room, and she felt ashamed that Robert was being this flirty in front of him.

"What, can I not flirt with my girlfriend?" He said playful.

Cora saw Molesley leave the room and close the door behind him. "You can flirt with me as much as you want, but not when we are not alone." She was still half on top of Robert, who held her close with his arm around her waist.

"We are not back in the old days; were we are not allowed to show affection towards each other."

"It is still a form of decency to not be openly loving towards each other." Cora replied. Sliding next to Robert on the sofa.

Robert moved his hand towards Cora's face and brushed over her cheek bone. "It has been six long weeks before I could move this freely and touch you. I could not help myself." HIs thumb followed the lines of her cheek, down her neck.

Cora smiled. "We have a lifetime together in front of us. Those six weeks were nothing."

"Did you not miss touching me?" Robert said disappointed.

"But I could touch you." Cora's cheeks coloured. The first day she had to help him to wash himself had been awkward. They were sleeping in the same bed together, but he had not seen her without clothes, and she had not seen him.

Robert's cheeks were also colouring. "That was different."

Cora kissed Robert's cheek; her hand rested slightly on his chest. "I know, I was only teasing you."

Robert put his hand on top of Cora's and brushed with his thumb over her hand. "I am so thankful you stayed here with me all these weeks."

"You were there for me when my father died, and I promised myself I would never let you go."

"Not even when I do stupid things like this?"

"Not even then." Cora chuckled. "And now I have seen the Abbey, I cannot wait to start planning the renovation of it."

Robert raised his eyebrows. "Are you serious. Do you really want that?" His arm wrapped around her back.

"Robert." Cora said in a serious tone. "As I said, I cannot wait to grow old with you. And with that comes the renovation of the Abbey."

"Before we can do that, some other things need to be done, but I do not want to rush things." Robert paused, not sure how to continue.

Cora now kissed him on his lips. "We are not in a rush." She kissed him again. "Now, it is still the middle of the workday. I need to go back to work, Baxter is waiting for me."

#cora crawley #downton abbey #robert crawley #downton #fanfiction #cobert

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