#this fic is pretty much one of the first things i ever interracted with in this fandom

[rodolfoparras]

we talk a lot about the characters being "loser boyfailures" and having no game and being rizless but think about the reader being that. guy in his thirties, no relationship ever, negative riz, absolutely no game, my man cannot speak to people without making 13 grammatical mistakes just an absolute pathetic wet dog vibes....

and the 141 boys could not want him more. they're absolutely head over heels for their loser boyfriend. i imagine Simon sees him bump into a chair and apologise to it and he's jumping his bones right then and there. pretty boy Kyle Gaz Garrick never goes anywhere without bringing his wet dog of a man with him. people are wondering how that happened and if he's blackmailing him, he gets very offended and sassy on his boyfriends behalf and when you're back home he rants to him about stupid people while milking his loser dick. Soap is just.... he's just himself the bigger the loser the more he wants the man. his boyfriend fucks up an interraction or fails at something and looks so wet and pathetic that he just has to put his dick in his mouth idk what to say Soap loves his loser boyfriends cock and when he tries and riz him up and falls flat on his face (literally and metaphorically) Soap just has to have him cream his hole im sorry but the man isn't letting his boyfriend go anywhere without having his mans loads in him. Price just loves him for the sincerity and how endearing his loser boyfriend is (just like an old man). the boyfriend will bring him coffee with a treat he tried making for Price and fuck up both the coffee and the treat but that old man will still praise you and give you kisses while his hand wanders bellow your waistband. with him Price gets to get rid of the anxiety of being too old to be useful because someone needs to make his boyfriend into a proper man. and when his boy does things right and suceeds Price rewards him by riding his phat loser cock for the whole night, milking load after load untill nothing comes out anymore

thanks for listening to the ramble i just want some love to the losers of society, there's too many perfect people in fics

Sugar!!!!!!! This is one of my favorite things I’ve ever read why do y’all leave these masterpieces in my inbox on anon you should post this sugar 🧎🏻‍♂️🧎🏻‍♂️

Especially the gaz and price part???

Imagine all eyes on Gaz in whatever room he walks in they barley notice you behind him but he’s always got a hand around your waist, gently nudging you forward and introducing you as his boyfriend to whoever’s there

He lets you take the stage just endearingly staring at you while you try to make conversation with whoever was eager to meet the two of you

And after you’re done you got a goofy smile on your face feeling happy that you managed to get through that conversation without fucking it up

And Gaz? He’s swiftly pulling you into a room crashing his lips against yours and it doesn’t take much before he’s riding your cock marking you up and feeling all possessive because yes this wonderful sweetheart is his boyfriend and he needs the world to know that

Or you, Price’s boyfriend feeling a bit insecure because Price has so much experience and you have none but he loves it, loves how you look at his old man body with such amazement love how eager you are to learn how to get him off, tears trickling down your cheek as you suck his cock, using your hands wherever your mouth can’t reach

Or you being careful as ever when you first fuck, asking him if he’s okay, if you’re hurting him all while he’s looking at you with the biggest smile on his face because bloody hell how did he get so lucky to have someone as sweet as you and he’s even more endeared when you’re swiftly apologizing because you came too quickly

#alec answers #call of duty #john price x reader #john price x male reader #john price #captain john price #captain john price x male reader #captain john price x reader #top male reader #kyle gaz garrick #kyle gaz garrick x reader #kyle gaz garrick x male reader #gaz x reader #gaz x male reader

[spiderlilydreams]

I'm so sorry this took so long. Life got too busy. I'm hoping I can write more fanfics now that I'm less busy. I'm sorry if there's bad grammar. This is the second part of my first fic about you meeting different Phantom Troupe members at a party. I really enjoy writing about this idea.

Warning: Alcohol, hangover, mentions of sex (but not in that much detail)

MINORS DO NOT INTERRACT!!!

After the Party [Phinks, Hisoka, Chrollo, Illumi, Shalnark]

Phinks -

After the intense multiple rounds of lovemaking, you both sneak out of the apartment together as the night is young. Phinks tells you he wants to take you somewhere, as he leads you to his motorcycle. You climb on behind him, gripping onto his muscular frame, the dazzling city lights glimmering as you both speed into the night. The rush consumes you, you laughing as you hug onto Phinks back, never wanting to let go. Phinks takes you to what seems to be a small mom and pop pizzeria. The older man and older woman take Phinks into their arms, cooing on how it's been so long since they've seen him. Phinks introduces you, you blushing, as you learn Phinks used to come to this same pizzeria all the time, and is friends with the owners. You both munch on greasy pizza, telling each other about your lives, the older couple giggling in the back watching you both, saying how you both are a cute couple. After eating the pizza and you both saying goodbye, Phinks navigates you somewhere new again. He seems to know all the best places. He brings you into a museum, specifically dragging you to the Egyptian mythology section. You both hold onto each other, laughing and consuming the history, enjoying each other. You even take some pictures, the one where you kiss Phinks cheek, becoming both of your wallpapers.

Hisoka -

You awake in his master bedrooms large bed, you hearing whistling and singing in what seems to be the kitchen. When you walk into the living room, you take in the wreckage of many passed out strangers, seeing things you thought you'd ever see. Hisoka is cooking eggs, as if everything is normal around him, singing in his pretty pink apron. He serves you, sitting next to you, smiling at you, his chin on his hands as he leans close. You ask him what he's smiling about, and he sings, "You're so beautiful, you know that?~" You blush, eating his surprisingly good eggs. The rest of the day, he takes you out to the city, his personal maids and butlers cleaning the party aftermath. You both enjoy delicious food, and he buys you whatever you want, you performing some private fashion shows for him. The whole time, Hisoka is smiling ear to ear. You think the end of the day is drawing near when the sun sets, you getting into his fancy car, until he turns to you. "How would you like being my pretty princess all the time?" Your heart fills with warmth, yelling yes over and over as you rapidly kiss Hisoka, him chuckling the whole time in glee.

Chrollo -

Chrollo, for the rest of the night, treats you like you are his Queen. He takes you to a five-star restaurant, letting you eat whatever you desire, sipping on red wine as he smirks in satisfaction. In the restaurant, Chrollo can't resist pulling you onto his lap in front of everyone, covering your neck and lips in adoring kisses. The people around you judge, but Chrollo glares at them, just pulling you in closer, protecting you from the sight. You end up in his own penthouse, it being much more regal and dark than Hisoka's, matching his more mysterious allure. He carries you to his bedroom, laying you softly onto the silky red sheets, leaving kisses on you from head to toe. You make love again and again. It never-ending as you both ride passionate orgasms, the King and Queen of the world beneath you. After many orgasms, he carries you to his large shower, pressing your back against the cool tiled wall, pulling your body in close as he enters you again, his hair getting wet as he stares at you with such longing and intensity. The night ends as he tells you to swear you'll never leave him.

You both intimately share how you feel this night was meant to happen. You both feel like you fit each other perfectly. He whispers in your ear, "I've finally found you..."

Illumi -

Passed out on Illumi still, he picks you up, not wanting to leave you alone at the party. He carries you to his families limo, brushing hair out of your face delicately. He sits you on his lap as you mumble how much you appreciate him, making Illumi blush a bit, surprised by his own reaction. He tries to leave you in a guest bedroom, but you whine as he goes to place you on the bed. Illumi, shocked slightly, continues to hold onto you. You begin crying again in the night, telling him not to leave you. Illumi tries to comprehend your emotions, carrying you to his room instead. He places you next to him in his large bed and lets you rest your head on his chest, you falling asleep again. He holds you close all night, on high alert if you ever toss and turn or talk in your sleep, him wanting to be there for you in some way, even if he was new to doing so. You woke up feeling ill and unable to move, Illumi carrying you to the bathroom, holding your hair back, rubbing your back so gently. You thanked him profusely, him just nodding his head, pulling you in for a hug, him never wanting you to leave his sight.

Shalnark -

After the party, Shalnark takes you to karaoke. Once again, it's a competition, except now with both of your voices, that you're both losing. Shalnark orders you both junk as he teases you about your singing voice. You end up play fighting, and he pushes you down onto the couch with a sly grin. You pout, and Shalnark teases you even more, making you blush. You both end up kissing each other, him still on top of you as your tongues fight for dominance. Shalnark ends up taking off his shirt, and you end up taking off your clothes as well, still in your undergarments. You're both so lost in a hazy lust that you forgot you ordered food. The server opens the door as you both are heavily kissing each other. The server almost drops all of your food, bewildered, but entranced, by the passionate sight in front of them. You both don't notice, so lost in a daze, and the server leaves like they were never there. You both end up neglecting the food, too lost in each other to care about anything else.

#hunter x hunter x reader #illumi x reader #chrollo x reader #phinks x reader #hisoka x reader #phantom troupe x reader #shalnark x reader

[doodledrawsthings]

So I actually had the first comic done like weeks ago when chapter 10 came out i just never posted it, but i guess theres probably no better time than now to post it oh my god the new chapter murdered me  Comics from chapter 10 the doodles are for chapter 11 Stag Beetles and Broken Legs is by @aryashi and @lost-kinn Thanks for being like the first ongoing fic I’ve read in this fandom

#hollow knight #stag beetles and broken legs #hk quirrel #relic seeker lemm #spoilers #? #lemmquirrel #lost kinn #aryashi #fan art #mak's art #this fic is pretty much one of the first things i ever interracted with in this fandom #i found it after geting to THAT PART in the game and needing something to fuel my denial #and dang did yall knock it out of the park #so thank you for writing this fic #can i propose Travel Acquaintances as the new ship name

[zara-flores]

Secrets and Adventures

A/N: Yes I’m still alive (sort of) Super sorry for the lack of activity in this Selection. These past months have been crazy filled with me graduating!!! Going on a small vacation, working a lot, not being inspired and just came back from a four day long festival (which was great) but I promise I haven’t been inactive behind the scenes. I’m just very lazy when it comes to writing out rp’s. I hate to do it though I don’t hate to rp. But I’m pushing myself and I hope I’ll manage. This fic might be not the best due to the fact I hate writing out rp’s so much but I tried. Thank you for the patience, you too Bronchitis and Water (SEE I TOLD YOU IT WOULD COME EVENTUALLY) okok sorry for the rambling. Hope you’ll enjoy anyway.

Warning: messy and uninspired writing, chance of improvement in the next fics. This fic is just to start of development. I tried editing, I failed anyway. Hope you enjoy the hot mess.

Flâneur [French; noun] one who strolls around aimlessly but enjoyable, observing life and his surroundings.

It's yet another afternoon of scrubbing dried paint and liquid latex from my hands. Adeline tried to argue that it damages them and makes my nails hideous. As if they don't have enough creams and oils to get them all pretty again. My maids are sweethearts, truly, but their worry and nervous demanner doesn’t fit with my spirit. I tried having conversations with them but they were so focused on their work that it's almost impossible. They keep their heads down while dressing or bathing me or they make small talk with each other while cleaning but never much direct interaction with me.

After the date with Ben and the acting we did, there hadn't been anything exciting going on in the palace. The acting was nice, it was fun to hang around the girls since I hadn't been really close to any of them and I’m still not. I don't know why..

I came here to make friends, to explore but so far I could only count Layla and Ben to that list. The date was nice, but it wasn't really that eventful either. I got to know Ben however, which was pleasant. But the more the girls were developing their relationship with him, I fell behind. He showed me the secret passageways, a literal hidden gem behind the walls of the palace. A place that sparked my interest the moment we set foot into it. Exploring there would mean getting quicker through the palace, entries and other secrets. I had to remind myself that I shouldn't wait for an adventure to come to me, I had to start something myself.

As soon as my hands are paint free, I tell my maids an excuse of going to the women's room. they rather seem relieved when I leave, as if a weight has been lifted from their shoulders. Maybe the work as maids is too much for them? Maybe they just don’t like me.

I push away those insecurities and instead of heading to the women's room, I go to the same spot in the hallway Ben took me, the wall behind the painting moves back when I press my hands against it. I make sure no one is around before walking in, closing it behind me again. There are lamps that sparsely provide the narrow passageways with light so I watch my step before going to the right.

After walking a good amount of time I rest my back against a part of the wall, hoping the dust won’t get on the back of my dress too much. I close my eyes but frown when I hear the soft violin music. I can’t remember that it was there when Ben took me here. Perhaps I’m hearing things inside my head and I’ve really turned mad. But it gets louder as I keep walking to my right, spotting the trapdoor in the ground. it leads into a small staircase. This definitely wasn’t there last time he took me here, especially not the music. My curiosity leads me down the stairs and I hold in a cough as dust rises up all around me.

The room is not too big, but it’s filled with bookcases and a lush carpet that seems dusty as well. There is a small table, a desk and that’s when I notice him. The dark haired guy in suit is the reason for the violin music, he seems so focused on it that he doesn’t recognize me, but I know him all too well.

Aran. The New Asian Prince that evoked a lot of commotion when he came to Illea. The alliance between the two countries is not well, everyone knows that. His seat is near mine in the dining hall and other than a couple polite hello’s and friendly glances, we hadn’t interracted. Why do I keep finding Royals everywhere. Layla in the stables, Wyatt in the art gallery.

But what he is playing is really good, he definitely has experience. When he ends the song he notices me and startles, stumbling back into the desk.

‘’I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to sneak in or scare you!’’ I laugh awkwardly and scratch the back of my neck, quickly putting my hand down as that is probably not the most lady like thing to do in front of a Prince. I try to make it sort of better by saying:

‘’What you played was really good though.. but I’m sure you weren’t expecting an audience.’’

He blinks a couple of times at me, confused as why I’m there but then laughs awkwardly.

‘’I guess Prince Wyatt wasn’t joking when he said you’re everywhere. But um, no. Didn’t expect an audience. I didn’t hit all the right notes.’’ He looks a little unsure and I smile kindly again. ‘’I was just playing for myself. Sorry about that.’’ oh no I made him awkward. I shouldn’t have been so curious.

‘’No, no it was good! or well at least I thought so.’’ I’m hesitant but walk closer anyway, curious after the room. It is much bigger than first expected as it follow a bit more after the desk. The acoustics here are great for music, it must’ve been built with that intention.

‘’I didn’t know this room existed. Do you come here often to play?’’ I ask. Aran looks down admiring at the violin he is holding. It’s an old but beautiful and intricate thing.

‘’No I um, stumbled upon it..’’ he looks back up at me with a frown. ‘’How exactly did you get here again?’’

‘’The Prince gave me a tour.. uh I mean Prince Ben, of course. Our first date was a tour through the palace and he thought I would miss out if I didn’t see the passageways too. So I got curious.. and a little bit bored to be honest so I decided to explore some more. Then I heard the song and stumbled upon you.’’ I smile kindly in his direction before asking curiously again. ‘’What was it that you played? I’ve never heard of it before. You must’ve been playing as it sounded difficult.’’ yet as I speak that I notice that I was quite rambling. Aran just smiles a little awkward.

‘’Caprice No. 24. Paganini. it’s… actually considered one of the hardest pieces for the solo violin to some, so difficult isn’t too far off.’’ he clears his throat and sets the violin back in its case as if he were able to break it by simply placing it back wrong. ‘’I don’t know if you heard it all. I’m a little rusty on that piece so I’m pretty sure I slipped up the pace somewhere in the beginning.’’

I keep smiling as he explains. The piece isn’t familiar to me. The songs I’ve ever heard on violin played in my area have always been more upbeat. Songs Belle, Eliza and I could dance to. As I deny the fact that I think he’s rusty I ask him if I can pick up the violin. It looks so old and I’m not sure if he wants me to. I have a tendency to be a bit clumsy. I handle the instrument with care before placing it back and looking around the room. everything here seems fragile and old. as if it could break underneath my touch. old paintings are lining the walls and I brush my thumb over the frame to wipe off the dust.

‘’How did you find it?’’ I ask Aran, meaning the room.

‘’I saw the hints at the trapdoor on the floor.’’ he picks up one of the books and leans on the desk that’s in front of that wall. He opens it gingerly and seems to think about my previous question. ‘’Maybe they don’t care since no one sees it. They clearly know about the passageways, Ben told you about them after all. Still, all of them are dusty and abandoned. I guess they don’t use them anymore—except for “cute date ideas” his tone on the last part comes out a little offended and I raise my eyebrows at the sudden shift. Aran looks back at me as if he remembers I’m still here. ‘’Sorry... I-I didn’t mean to say that..’’

‘’Well it was just a date, nothing very cute to be honest.’’ I tilt my head. ‘’You don’t like that he took me here?’’

He seems even more awkward than before. ‘’No, um, I just meant—’’ he sighs and looks back at the book in his hands. ‘’I just meant that considering how it looks here, and even outside in the passageways, it seems like nobody must really care for it. Not unless it’s for something.. as trivial as a date.’’’

I guess I can agree on him with that. Because if we would clean this place up a little and get rid of all the dust and broken furniture it could be an excellent room for creativity. But when he tells me he wants to keep it secret from others I understand. We are probably not allowed to be here anyway, especially not with his position. Aran is hesitant at first to clean this room with me. To him I’m a stranger, someone from Ben’s selection. We don’t know each other and maybe he isn’t sure to trust me yet either with keeping this secret. But to me this is just a fun activity to give this room a second chance. And activity to keep me out of my room.. and meet someone else other than my maids or the other girls. Why not? I had to seek adventures for myself, right?

So I do and as I take my heels off he walks into the corner and behind a door there are some cleaning supplies. he takes two dusters and turns around to face me with a smirk. I smile back and take the duster, beginning with the paintings. They might be one of the most valuable objects in this room besides the violin, which Aran goes first to get rid of dust.

''There aren't any other instruments, right? Just the violin.'' I ask him.

''As far as I'm aware. I can't imagine why they would leave such an instrument here. Maybe they consider it too priceless to be played.'' that makes sense, if people had abandoned this room, how old mustn't it be? Decades perhaps.

''wasn’t it extremely fragile to play? It must be very old. Weren’t you scared those strings would break?''

''I did my best to make sure they wouldn’t. It actually seems like whoever played it last had just changed the strings actually.'' he looks at me over his shoulder. ''When violins aren’t played, they usually tend to “go to sleep” for lack of better words. It sounds weird, but when you play it again after so long, the sound isn’t as  bright. It sounds different, you know? Like it’s sleepy. That’s another reason why it probably wasn’t my best performance. the more you play it the more it’ll “wake up.” But I mean, for a sleeping violin, it’s a beauty.'' I watch him as he rambles on, he is so passionate over that violin it's kind of cute. His eyes light up when he talks about it.

I keep cleaning the paintings, realizing that one of them is the same artist Wyatt and I had a discussion about the first time we met. It's more of an inside joke but when Aran asks after it I explain and find out that he is an art lover as well. He even has an art collection I could only dream of. But the point is that he doesn't sound pretentious at all. He talks about everything with such passion that you just want him to keep on talking. It intrigues me. I've only ever heard of him as New-Asia's Prince and the first one to seal that bond with Illea. But now we're just simply getting our hands dirty by cleaning this room and talking about our interests and hobbies. I glance over at him. That passionate look still in his eyes as he is focused on the painting next to me. What if we could do this more often and I finally had found myself a friend? I shake my head. He probably wouldn't want anything to do with a Five with a messy background and being a makeup artist. But that is me assuming things.

After a good amount of cleaning the room we got the walls with paintings rid of dust as well as the table and chairs in the middle of the room. One of them a bit broken so I have to figure out how to repair that one if we actually want to continue coming here.

''this was fun though.'' I tell him with a smile as we clean up the dusters and I retrieve my heels from where I left them.

Aran is glancing once again at the violin and mumbles a yeah before he looks back at me too. ''No telling others right?''

I follow his gaze and keep smiling as he seems head over heels for that violin. ''my lips are sealed. Promise.'' he seems to hesitate but holds out his hand to me as if to seal the promise. I shake his with a grin and say dramatically, hopefully to make him laugh and lose a little of that serious expression.

''Until we meet again.'' I get a chuckle out of him as he gestures to the stairs, letting me go first.

''When we clean this place up.'' he tells me and it sparks a bit of hope in me. He wants to do this again. Perhaps there’s hope for a friend then.

#challenge idk anymore #mine #Aran is an awkward bean ok #I FINALLY POSTED #hot mess

[singingwordwright]

Annual Writing Self-Evaluation

*All answers should be about works published in 2017.

1. List of works published this year:

NON-SHADOWHUNTERS

Celestial Bodies (Yuri!!! on Ice, a WIP from Yurio’s POV trying to illustrate a headcanon I had about Yurio, ended up on indefinite hold because the new SH season began and ate my brain.) 

SHADOWHUNTERS (TV)

Episode-based speculations, missing scenes, codas, and fix-its:

Of Laughter and Lima Beams, 2x07 missing scene attempt #1

No Half Measures, 2x08 coda

Breathing Room, 2x09 extra scene

Life Support, 2x10 missing scene/coda

Things We Think We Know, 2x07 missing scene attempt #2 and possibly the point at which I truly accepted I couldn’t smut anymore

No Stay of Execution, 2x12 what-if/coda that went to an unhappy place

One Memory, pre-2x15 what-if/speculation

In the Glow of a New Day, pre-2x18 speculation on Magnus’s greatest fear (or his unwillingness to go there) based on the sneak peek.

Midnight Oil, 2x18 coda

AUs

Alicante Hall, college AU written for the Malec Secret Santa exchange

Magic and Mass Effect, just what it says on the tin, Mass Effect 3 crossover on indefinite hold because the One Easy Answer universe ate my brain

One Easy Answer, marriage-of-convenience AU. Canon-divergent beginning at 1x12, offering a look at what season 2a might have been if Magnus hadn’t interrupted Alec’s wedding (but Alec called it off on his own) and thus the events of season 2a weren’t influenced by Alec and Magnus’s developing relationship. When they come together post 2x10/2x13 they enter into their politically motivated marriage to try to prevent war between the Downworld and the Clave.

A Separate Peace, sequel to One Easy Answer that got way more canon-divergent, focusing on giving the characters far more agency and filling a lot of plot holes. Covers the events of season 2b from the premise that Alec and Magnus have gotten married and are trying to unite the Shadow World, but pressure on multiple sides may destroy what they’re trying to build.

2. Work you are most proud of (and why): Definitely A Separate Peace. First because it’s the first actual novel I’ve written in, like, three years, and also because it’s the most tightly-plotted piece of work I’ve ever done, and that includes my professional published novels. It just came together so well and while it might not be the greatest craft-wise because I’m out of practice (so. many. dialogue. tags) it was really a truly excellent piece of storytelling, IMO.

3. Work you are least proud of (and why): Probably one or both of my 2x07 missing scene fics. I’ve been an erotic romance author in both fandom and professionally for 20 years, so the discovery that I just can’t (and don’t want to) write smut anymore is a really hard pill to swallow.

4. A favorite excerpt of your writing:

“Yeah, but he wasn’t entirely lying,” Jace said with a shrug. “Clary and I do share the same blood, in a way. And those first few weeks, it’s like we needed to be close to each other, to, I don’t know, figure out the abilities the angel blood gave us. And once we’d done the work we had to do, we didn’t need to be with each other like that anymore. So maybe that’s why we felt that pull toward each other, and we just didn’t know what other context to put it in, you know?”

“I really don’t,” Alec said, shaking his head.

“Look, I love Clary. I do. I’m gonna love her the rest of my life. I just apparently don’t want to…be with her like that.” Jace shuddered. “To be honest, after the first few weeks, it sort of started making my skin crawl. And she says she feels the same.”

“Wait. Wait.” Despite his best efforts, the first snicker slipped through Alec’s nose. He covered his mouth to try to hold back a bark of laughter, but it wouldn’t be contained. The rest followed, pouring out of him in a torrent of amusement while Jace looked on in disgust.

“What the hell? Are you drunk?”

Alec flapped a hand at him. “No! Wait wait wait!” Alec gasped, clutching at his sides as he slid down the wall, fighting for breath. “Are you—are you—telling me—”

He couldn’t even manage the words. His ass hit the hard, dirty concrete of the sidewalk and he pressed his face to his knees, shoulders jerking convulsively.

“—After all you two have been through—” He snorted and that just made him laugh harder, his head spinning with oxygen deprivation. Finally, he managed to wheeze, “—That it’s like kissing your sister?”

That set him off again, the peals of his laughter echoing off the walls of the nearby alley. If a demon came along now, he was a dead man, because he couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t speak. His stomach was starting to hurt and he still couldn’t stop.

Jace gave him a withering glare. “I hate you,” he muttered, and stalked away with Alec’s howling laughter chasing him.

A Separate Peace, Chapter 8

(Okay, look, I’ve ALWAYS struggled with writing comedy, so this was a major achievement for me. Also Jace/Maia is way more awesome than Clace so I was pleased to have found a way to walk Clace back and make way for different ships for Clary and Jace.)

5. Share or describe a favorite comment you received: I love all the people who leave me feedback, especially the ones who leave feedback with each and every chapter, but I really have to say, @lyannastarkweather was my MVP for A Separate Peace. Every single chapter she just left these beautiful, long, thoughtful comments and they were such a joy to read.

6. A time when writing was really, really hard: Did I mention the fact that I can’t smut anymore? So pretty much any sex scene or almost sex scene in my fics was like pulling teeth. I ended up fading to black a lot.

(Also, pretty much everything that happens from Chapter 13 to the end of A Separate Peace made me cry. A LOT.)

7. A scene or character you wrote that surprised you: Maryse Lightwood. I haven’t written much from her POV, only Midnight Oil, but her development in A Separate Peace was a joy to delve into.

8. How did you grow as a writer this year: I wrote both heavily plot-driven stuff and comedy, which are two things I’ve very much struggled with. Usually my books and fics have been more about character exploration, so that was really an accomplishment for me.

9. How do you hope to grow next year: I hope to keep improving on those fronts, and also to find more of a balance between character exploration and plot movement, because I feel like I went a little too far in the plot direction in A Separate Peace.

10. Who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer or beta or cheerleader or muse etc etc): @roseglass was a champ for beta’ing basically a novel and a half worth of fic that I sort of volunteered her for. The conversation went something like this:

Me: I’m thinking of writing a marriage-of-convenience AU Her: I think that’s a fine idea Me: Okay, I’m doing it and it’s all your fault for encouraging me therefore you have to beta it

I’m lucky she didn’t tell me to take a flying leap, tbh. Of course, after 30 years of friendship “a flying leap” would probably involve a lot more f-words and more anatomical specificity.

@faejilly @janoda @actuallyredorchid @ladymatt @blj2007 and @lyannastarkweather  @nancyloumm @s-erendipitiness @champagnemagnus @nanf1c @ketzwrites @beatperfume @nanichick5 @247malec @sharona1x2 @rayofsunshinemaiaroberts @lecrit @irina-something @blav527 @uniqxfuera @a-rosewood-by-any-other-name @michellemisfit @rutherinahobbit @djchika @immortal-husbands @bane-of-brooklyn @accal1a @ohfreckle

were all tremendously friendly, supportive, responsive, inspirational, are people i want to get to know better, and/or are just positive people at a time when I needed positivity in my life. (forgive me if I’ve overlooked anyone; i know there are others I’ve had meaningful interractions with this year, I’m just not remembering everyone.)

11. Anything from your real life show up in your writing this year: well, Mouse in One Easy Answer/A Separate Peace looks like my cat (who also looks like Alberto’s cat Stella.)

12. Any new wisdom you can share with other writers: it’s okay to step back, take some time, and come at it again later when you need to.

13. Any projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year: I really cannot wait to delve into the sequel to A Separate Peace. There’s something gonna happen in there that’s gonna make a lot of people happy.

Tag writers whose answers you’d like to read. If I’ve already tagged you, consider yourself tagged here. Hell, if I didn’t already tag you, consider yourself tagged here.

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I don't really like to ask but since you wrote that you were open to prompts (and since I can't write for sh*t) it wont hurt to ask. I had this idea a while ago that Barbara is spending a lot of time with Lotte, talking and bonding over Nightfall and Hannah gets jealous and start to act like she knows Nightfall (and fail XD) to just so Lotte wont steal Barbara away from her. Love your fics by the way!~ absolutely adorable ^^

A.N : First of, I’m really sorry that it took so much time to write, edit and post this >_

 "I’m back !“

 Hannah shot up in her bed, immediately facing the room’s door tosee her best friend, Barbara, enter with a smile on her face. Theblack haired girl quickly walked toward her friend to hug her tightlyand plant a kiss on her cheek, making the girl blush a bit as shereturned the gesture.

"Welcome back, greeted Hannah as Barbara went to sit on her ownbed. I haven’t seen you since our classes ended, where were you ?

-Oh, Lotte told me a new café opened in town last week, so we went tocheck it out and talk about Nightfall. The next book is gettingreleased next week, so we talk about our theories and quizz eachother to make sure we didn’t forget any important element for thestory.

-And by important element, you mean the colour of the flowerscharacter A gave to character B in volume 155 ? teased Hannah, herlips curled in a smirk.

-Keep quiet, you ! replied Barbara with a smile and a light tap onHannah’s arm. I’ll let you know that Gelar offering yellow tulips toEliora is an important detail because of…”

 As Barbara rambled about her favourite book series, Hannah stoppedlistening and her smile dropped, remembering her friend’s words. Shespent the afternoon with Lotte, huh… This kind of thing wasbecoming rather common, so much that Hannah was pretty sure that, ifyou put aside the time they spend sleeping next to each other,Barbara is spending more time with Lotte than with her. And, even ifthe redhead hated to admit it, it was making her jealous.

 Barbara had been her best friend for years now, and recently,Hannah had came to the realisation that her feelings weren’t just“friendly” anymore : she had fallen in love with the blackhaired beauty. When ? No idea, but it didn’t really matter, becauseHannah was too much of a coward to confess her feelings to the othergirl, afraid of losing their friendship. But even if she stayedsilent, she felt like she was losing Barbara a bit more each passingday. She had to find a way to win her friend’s affection back, buthow ? Ever since the black haired witch bonded over Nightfall withher blond classmate from the red team, it had become increasinglydifficult to spend time with Barbara alone and, of course, as soon asLotte was with her fellow fan, there was NO WAY to make any of themtalk about anything else than this damn book !

 … Wait. That was the solution ! Lotte was taking Barbara awaythanks to her knowledge of Nightfall, so if Hannah pretended to knowthe book series, Barbara would spend more time with her andeverything would go back to normal !  She just needed to tell herfriend that she read the books and let her ramble as usual, noddinghere, voicing her agreement there, and it would be a great success !This plan was perfect, no way it could fail !

 Confident in her idea, Hannah turned toward Barbara who was stilltalking about those flowers and how their message hinted at thecharacters’ relationship’s evolution. Honestly, the redhead couldn’tcare less, but for now, she would act as she understood what Barbarawas saying.

“… and three books later, or rather six months later in theNightfall universe, the battle of Jorgan took place and it all madesense ! So you understand now how important these flowers actuallywere ?

-Yes, I remember that. It was an interesting part.

-You "remember” ? But I never told you about that… Or isit…“

 Barbara’s eyes were sundenly filled with sparkles of joy andexcitement and for a second, Hannah forgot how to breathe. She’dnever seen Barbara so happy before… And Lotte got to witness iteveryday ? Tch. There was really no justice in this world.

"Hannah, did you read Nightfall ?!” screamed the blackhaired witch as she literally jumped on her teammate.

 Too surprised to react, Hannah could only fall back on her bed,Barbara straddling her hips and looking at her with hopeful eyes. Theredhead managed to smile and answer with a more or less normal voice,despite her heart beating way faster than usual :

“Uh, ye-yes, I did… Though it was quite some time ago, so Idon’t remember everything…

-Really ?! This is amazing ! So which part of it did you like most ?Which character ? Which ship ?!”

 Hannah gulped. This was going to be harder than expected.

“Uhm… Well… I think my favourite book would be the… tenth.

-The tenth ? But it’s when the heroes fight zombies and go to Hell toconvince the God of Death to help them. I thought you didn’t likeghosts, zombies and other monsters ?

-Aaah, right ! Uhm, well, as I said, it’s been a while since I readit, so I must have made a mistake ! Huh… Oh, I know ! The part withthe werewolves ! It was pretty cool, huh ? Werewolves are cool. Fullof… fangs and… claws… and fur…

-Hannah… There are werewolves in EVERY BOOK since volume six.

-Is-Is that so ? Huh, well…”

 The redhead started to fidget under Barbara’s intense -andincrisingly doubtful- gaze. After a few seconds passed and Hannahcouldn’t find any appropriate answer, the black haired girl asked,disbelief filling her voice :

“… You didn’t really read Nightfall, did you ?”

 Suddenly ashamed of her pitiful lie, Hannah turned her head so shewouldn’t look her friend in the eyes. Taking the silence as ananswer, Barbara stood without a word and went back to her bed.Despite the guilt filling her heart, Hannah sat back up, searchingfor the best way to explain her lie to her teammate. She didn’t needto be as smart as Diana to know that she just deeply hurt her bestfriend and the mere thought of it was enough to make her want topunch and kick herself. But she knew that the only thing that shecould do to help Barbara right now was to tell her whyshe did that, so the self-loathing and punching would have to wait.

“Barbara-

-Why did you lie ?”

 Surprised by her friend’s interruption, Hannah looked up and whatshe saw litterally tore her heart apart : the black haired girl waslooking at her knees, hands clenched in fists on her thighs, sadnesswritten on her face and tears filling her eyes. The redhead felt herbody move on its own and a second later, she was hugging Barbara likethe girl’s life depended on this embrace, arms tightly wrapped aroundthe other witch’s shoulders and her knees on each side of Barbara’slegs while the girl’s face was buried in her collar. Hannah feltBarbara’s body start to shake before she heard the first sobs andtightened her hold on her friend, internally screaming, butexternally silent because she had no right to cry, not when Barbara’stears were falling down her face, especiallysince she was the reason they were now covering those pink, softcheeks she loved to kiss.

“I… I thought… you weren’t like… the others… Youwouldn’t… make fun of me… because I… like… Nightfall…

-I didn’t want to make fun of you, Barbara.

-So… So why ? asked the black haired girl as she eased back justenough to look Hannah in the eyes.

-Because… I was afraid I was losing you.”

 Barbara stared at her red haired friend with surprise andconfusion, clearly not knowing what Hannah meant by that. Hannah tooka few seconds to wipe the tears away from her teammate’s lovely facewith her thumbs before explaining :

“It’s just… You spend a lot of time with Lotte lately and I…I’m not used to that. I was afraid she would become your new bestfriend. I was… jealous. And then, I thought that, if I talked aboutNightfall with you, you’d like me better again and everything wouldgo back to how it used to be. I… acted on an impulse, not evenconsidering your feelings and… I’m really sorry about that.”

 Hannah concluded her little speech with a kiss on Barbara’sforehead before she eased back to see her friend’s reaction.

 The black haired witch kept her head low, but just as Hannah,worried, was about to call out her name, she raised her fist andweakly punched  Hannah’s chest before resting her forehead on theredhead’s collar.

“You could have said that right from the start, instead ofcoming up with stupid plans like that, chastised Barbara.”

 Her friend’s soft voice and her arms loosely wrapped around herwaist were enough to tell Hannah that she was forgiven. But the girlknew that it would take some more time for her friend’s heart toheal, so she gently returned the hug, providing Barbara with all thelove and support she could offer, mumbling :

“Yeah… I’m sorry.

-It’s okay. I realise I really spend a lot of time with Lotte… butyou also hang out with Akko a lot more lately.”

 Surprised by Barbara’s suddenly accusating voice, Hannah eased backfrom the hug to look her friend in the eyes. Really bad idea : theblack haired girl was pouting and it was awfullydifficult for her redhead teammate to notblush, squeal and hug her in front of such adorableness. But Barbarawas quick to bring her friend back to Earth :

“With how much time you spend with her, I’m really not surprisedyou start to come up with stupid plans like that. And honestly, I’mstarting to wonder if you two are really justfriends.

-Wha-What do you mean ?

-Lotte told me that Akko had been dating a girl for two weeks now. Andaside from her teammates, youare the one she spends the most time with.

-Okay, I stop you right there : I am notdating Akko.

-Oh, really ? Hard to believe when one sees how you two interract,Barbara insisted. I’m not even sure you hug meas often as Akko hugs you.”

 Hannah really didn’t know what was going on anymore : one secondBarbara was crying and the next she was angry because she suspectedHannah to be Akko’s girlfriend. Wait… Angry ?

“Say, Barbara… Are you jealous ? Of Akko and I ?

-Wha- Of course not ! Why would I be jealous of you two lovebirds ?!”

 … Okay, she was reallyjealous. Now, Hannah just had to know why.

“You know, even if I were dating Akko, you’d still be my bestfriend.

-So… You really aredating her ?”

 Barbara’s heartbroken look almost caused Hannah in a panic attack.

“NO ! denied the redhead, her arms flailing around. Of coursenot ! How could I date her when I’m in love with you ?!”

 … Did she just say that aloud ?

 Barbara’s surprised -even shocked- look was enough of an answer.Hannah felt her blood leave her face before coming back full force,warming her cheeks like never before.

“Uhm, I mean… It’s not.. I mean, of course I… But no, not…Well, yes,but… huh…”

 A light giggle stopped her rambling. Surprised, Hannah turned tolook at Barbara and felt her jaw drop : her best friend, the girl sheloved and just confessedto was laughing! What in the world was happening ?!

 Just as the redhead was about to ask Barbara if she was feelingalright, the black haired girl’s laughter died down and she raisedher head, revealing happy, loving eyes staring at Hannah like she washer entire world. Barbara looked so beautiful at this moment, evenmore than she usually did, that the redhead could only stare back,mind blank, unable to speak a single word. Luckily, it was Barbara’sturn to talk.

“I can’t believe you really said it… You have no idea how longI waited for you to say that you loved me like that… In fact, Iwaited so much that I was afraid you didn’t actually feel that wayand only saw me as a friend.

-Wait… Hannah said, finally coming back to her senses. You meanthat… you love me too… ?

-Of course I do, dummy, answered Barbara with the widest smile she’dever had.”

 It took a second longer for Hannah to register what her friend justsaid, but when she did, her disbelieving face morphed to utmosthappiness and she threw her arms aroung Barbara with a laugh, makingthem fall on top of each other on the bed. The two girls laughed outof happiness and relief for a while before Hannah eased back from thehug, propelled on her elbows to look  at her friend -or rathergirlfriend- in the eyes and ask :

“Can I ?”

 Immediately knowing what her lover meant, Barbara smiled andnodded, joy and excitement filling her eyes. Smiling back, Hannahslowly lowered herself until she felt her girlfriend’s soft, warmlips against her own. Sighing blissfully, she kissed Barbara with allher love, bodies pressed against one another, hearts clenched almostpainfully from happiness and relief, their entire beings filled withand showing one thought they had longed to share for so many years :

“I love you.”

A.N : Honestly, this is way too long to be called a prompt (over 2K words I think), but I feel like I could have developped some things a bit more. Meh. I hope you still liked it !

Next one isn’t really about a ship since it’s about Akko and her daughter, but we don’t know who the other parent is, so everyone will be able to enjoy it. I don’t think I’ll be able to upload it tomorrow, so you’ll have to wait until Saturday.

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