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gentil-minou · 8 months

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Anyways I saw this new merch art at like 5am and my brain exploded and I wrote the start of a half sleepy one shot so here

...extremely indulgent hybrid bunny witches wangxian childhood friends AU

EDIT: Now a one-shot

All witches are born with a hybrid form that they must learn to control by ten. At that time, they will be given their witch's name and join the coven officially as a fully fledged witch.

But Lan Zhan is nine and a half, and he still can't control his ears and his hybrid form...

They're big and unseemingly, embarrassing the way his Ge cam pull and tug on them. And every time he coos and calls him cuts, Lan Zhan puffs up with anger.

Rabbits aren't common hybrids, and he's the only one in the family. Ge learned to control his form at 7, why is he late?

He resolves to spend much of his time practicing on his own in the field behind thier home. He goes through all the meditation and steps, including envisioning the way his human ears might look.

He casts the spell, following the instructions perfectly...but nothing happens. Water wells up in his eyes and it takes all of him to hold them back from falling

Not with sadness, but with frustration. Lan Zhan is at the top of everything! The best in his class, an accomplished musician, and can performing spells his older peers can't even dream of.

But this spell... why is it that this spell is so impossible for him?

His ears droop down and Lan Zhan uses then to block the rest of the world, focusing on the ground he's sitting on. He starts ripping up the grass at his feet.

A voice calls from just a few feet away, "Hey! Don't do that, you're hurting it!"

Lan Zhan's head shoots up in surprise. No one is allowed on the back hills. Who is this intruder?

And there standing before him is another boy around his age, with fluffy black bunny ears and a smile brighter than the sun overhead lending him a halo effect, so dazzling Lan Zhan has to squint his eyes just to see him properly.

Lan Zhan has never met another rabbit before. He's not sure what to do, what's the proper etiquette?

It doesn't help that this other boy is very distracting as he runs right to him and plops down in front of him and starts patting the ground gently, consoling the grass.

"Poor little grasslings, is this mean gege hurting you?" The boy pouts but there's a teasing glint in his eyes when he glances at Lan Zhan.

Is he making fun of him?

Lan Zhan feels the blood rush to his own bunny ears and knows they're looking terribly pink, but he can't help it.

How dare this boy make a fool of him! He's just here trying to get his ears under control so he can't make his family proud, and the boy comes over to mock him!

Lan Zhan feels his lip quiver, and to his horror a tear falls from his eyes into his lap, followed by another.

He's crying in earnest now. It's been years since he cried in front of someone else and he's so shocked by it he can't get the tears to stop falling!

The boy looks at him wide-eyed with the same surprise, clearly agreeing that Lan Zhan is just a loser who is just a failure.

Until the boy finally speaks, "Whoa, whoa, it's okay." His voice is soft and gentle. "This Wei Ying only meant it as a joke. The grasslings don't mind, really, they'll grow back. You don't need to cry."

Lan Zhan huffs, unsure of how to say it's not the grass he's crying for.

Lan Zhan watches his hands as he twists them. His bunny ears droop, brushing against the side of his head as he sniffles.

But although this Wei Ying couldn't understand, he still leans forward so he can peer up at him. His dark eyes shine like the magical sparkles his mama used to cast before bedtime. Her own little stars, she'd call them.

One of Lan Zhan's tears catch in the boy's ears, clinging tight to the fur. But Wei Yung doesn't seem to mind.

Instead he hums contemplatively, before he bounces up to his feet and declares, "I know! I'll show you a spell! But you gotta keep it a secret, okay? No one knows it."

Lan Zhan can't stop himself from scoffing. Is this boy saying he invented a spell? This young?

Impossible. Shameless.

Wei Ying takes his skepticism in stride and grins down at Lan Zhan. "Just you wait, you're gonna love this."

Then he steps back, clasping his hands together and shutting his eyes tight, a furrow deepening between his brows.

He starts humming, quietly like he's trying not to disturb anything. It's not a tune Lan Zhan is familiar with, but lots of spells have songs. The problem is that when they backfire they can often create quite the mess.

Lan Zhan leans back slightly, his tears forgotten. He's somewhat wary this is all going to turn very bad, but he can't look away. He finds he has no desire to look away from this boy at all.

Then, to Lan Zhan's shock, a glowing circle appears around the boy. They're not scheduled to learn how to make arrays until they turn 13, but Wei Ying can make one already?

Wei Ying’s hair lifts by some unseen force as his ears stand straight up. His humming grows louder as Lan Zhan’s eyes grow wider.

Then, all at once Wei Ying stops humming and the circle disappears.

Wei Ying beams. "So! What do you think? Neat, huh!"

Lan Zhan blinks up at him. Nothing has changed, is this another trick?

Wei Ying gives him a confident crooked grin. "Look down, you'll see."

Lan Zhan looks at the ground in front of him and gasps.

Where before laid the remains of grass tearing is a patch of brand new bright green grass, growing proud and strong.

This...is creating life. This isn't something a regular witch can do. Most accomplished ones can't! Let alone a boy.

Just who is this magical boy?

TBC Honestly if I do continue it'll either be on the threadfic or in a one-shot on ao3 but they're just so cute ahh

#normally i would just stuff this in my private discord server with all the other ideas and then maybe revisit them one day #but im having fun sharing a bit here #mdzs #mo dao zu shi #wangxian #mdzs fanfiction #wei wuxian #lan wangji #bushy writing #anyways if there are typos please blame my autocorrect and sleepy brain thanks #also twitte is an interesting platform to post fics because it means i have to focus more on plot than descriptions #which might actually be a good thing otherwise ill judt wac #ill just wax poetic about wwx's smile being the sun #sjjrjsjjga

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hood-ex · 9 months

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Going through all the magic related tags on AO3 and finding nothing about Witch!Dick running a metaphysical shop.

#me mourning my old fandoms who have these types of AUs even though i can go back to revisit them anytime i want salkdja #no but i know what the problem is w our fandom and it's that there isn't one dick ship to rule them all #and batfam is more popular to write about #and the witch shop au is typically done for a ship (and there actually Is a fic where tiger owns a magic shop and dick comes to him but eh)#without a romantic reason to bring someone to the shop all the time--people don't have as much use for this type of setting #but tbh i think it would be fun to have raven come across hurt!dick and to have him work in her shop #and then one of raven's regulars *cough* idk roy or joey or someone *cough* would see dick and be like helloooo #are you picking up what i'm putting down patricia #Witch AU

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garbage--chan · 2 years

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I am still absolutely whipped, some warm up sketches and doodles of the boys, based on some cute moments from @gr8pe-soda ‘s fic Let Me Learn You

#the quarry #dylan lenivy #ryan ezrahler #radioheads #dylan x ryan #ryan x dylan #college au #digital art #art #really still loving my guys #having a good time #i do love everyone in the quarry i just have like my sights on them but i love all those guys #also v important #the fic these are based on is vv good i revisit it a lot its a lot of fun college shenanigans #give her a read sometime

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katiek101 · 7 months

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Do you have any ideas about what hollyleaf(star) and breezepelts relationship or lack thereof would look like in your hollystar au? Just because breezepelt seems to have mellowed out a little which seems to be what you’re going for with hollyleaf, but in canon jayfeather and lionblaze have gotten … worse.

(I apologize that I'm answering this so late!)

So Breezepelt is a side quest in the Hollystar AU. After the Dark Forest battle, he sends Nightcloud back to WindClan by herself and he basically disappears into thin air.

The four leaders/deputies have a meeting after the battle to decide what to do with the trainees, and at that meeting it's revealed that Breezepelt is missing. Onestar admits that Breezepelt killed some of his own Clanmates and if he steps onto WindClan territory ever again, it's on sight.

On the walk back to their camps Heathertail (Onestar's new deputy) pulls Hollyleaf to the side and makes her an offer: If Hollyleaf so much as scents Breezepelt on ThunderClan territory, she'll only tell Heathertail so that Heathertail can deal with him. It's obvious that Heathertail disagrees with Onestar's "on sight" policy.

Hollyleaf is conflicted because she lowkey agrees with Onestar, and Breezepelt has proven time and time again that he can't be trusted, but Heathertail sweetens the deal: they're the future leaders of their Clans, and if Hollyleaf helps Heathertail here, then ThunderClan will always have an ally in WindClan.

So Hollyleaf keeps an eye out for Breezepelt on patrols, while she hunts, etc. She isn't totally sure what she'll do if she finds him; if she'll turn him into Onestar or if she'll let him go and tell Heathertail.

And then she finds him.

Sorry this doesn't really answer the question you asked! In short, it depends on which route Hollyleaf takes when she does find Breezepelt. In general I see Hollyleaf as the grudge holder between her littermates, the one who you screw over one time and that's it, but post-tunnels Hollyleaf is a little bit different. At the very least, I think she would be cordial with Breezepelt simply because she's a professional (and this is assuming he's eventually, somehow, welcomed back into WindClan and she's actually forced to interact with him on patrols and at Gatherings).

#fun fact: I started writing this fic a few months ago and I actually got to the clan leader meeting and wrote all of this out!#it was a lot of fun to write #maybe I'll revisit it later #Hollystar AU #anon asks

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metalheadmickey · 1 year

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thank you for the tag, @energievie @gardenerian @gallawitchxx @squidyyy23 !! 💜

Rules: post the first lines of your last 10 fics/chapters posted on AO3 (if you have less than 10 fics posted, post the first lines of all your fics) and try to draw some conclusions.

It's a beautiful day, one of the first nice days of the year. - golden

Moving out of the apartment couldn't have happened a moment too soon, in Mickey's opinion. - ligature

He got himself into this. - make the yuletide gay, or whatever

He's on his side, comfy in their bed, lips parted, eyes closed. - lush

Mickey's brain comes back online some time later, and as it does so, his mission becomes clear. - fulfillment

It's become a problem. These new builds are nice, but they're cheap, right? - kinktober collection

Mickey's lucky, he thinks. - and i'm your warm receiver

In retrospect, Ian's not sure why he'd thought renting furniture for the apartment would have been a good idea. - cinematic

It's not like he doesn't remember what it's like. - watching

He wakes up, and he knows it's early. - peace comes dropping slow

conclusions: first of all, i know i cheated by sharing more than one line for one of these. but, like mel, a bitch is succinct. more than one of these open with four fucking words alksflhgl. i tend to start with really short declarative statements that hopefully make readers interested in what's going on, but i don't know how engaging it actually is. hm!

i'll tag @howlinchickhowl @ardent-fox @whatthebodygraspsnot @whatwouldmickeydo @crossmydna @thisdivorce @celestialmickey if you guys feel like playing! 🖤

#jesus christ when i did i write so many fics. how has this happened.#and there's more coming!#this was a fun exercise. there's some work i don't revisit enough.#like warm receiver. man. remember that one?#thought about pulling a squids and sharing the first line of something that's coming #but i'll let you all stew a while longer #tag game

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thesokovianaccords · 1 year

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One line, one fic

rules: pick any 10 of your fics, scroll somewhere to the mid point, pick a line, and share it! Then tag 10 people.

I was tagged by @theawkwardterrier @lavellenchanted @beautifulwhensarcastic - thank you all so much!!!

I have no idea who’s already been tagged but here’s a few (and if I miss you please feel free to take this as a general tag lol) - @doctorhelena @steggyisimmortal @cafecitowriter @formerlyir @3pirouette @teaandatale

(press you to) the pages of my heart - (steve/peggy)

With a huff, Peggy merged back into the right lane, preparing to take their exit. “Well, it will be fun, but don’t think I don’t see you backseat driving right now.”

Special Relationship - (steve/peggy)

“Football, Steve!” Peggy yelled, flinging her hands up in the air. “For the love of God, man, it’s a football match. Foot. Ball.”

stealin’ a kiss or two - (tony/pepper)

He had flown into space and broken the sound barrier and saved the world several times, but none of that compared to holding Pepper Potts, the gold band of her engagement ring cool against his cheek as she pressed her lips to his.

a second time (within these arms) - (steve/peggy)

Steve starts at the old endearment. They are so close that Peggy can feel the tension vibrating through his every muscle, and she curses herself for spending the last few years ensuring his total distrust in her.

Arrivals - (steve/diana)

Themyscira was never far from Diana’s thoughts despite the near century she had spent in the world of men, and she was sure there was no other island that could hope to be its equal.

All’s Fair - (steve/peggy)

“It’s okay,” Steve says, lifting his free hand to cup her jaw. “Really, Peggy. We’re both where we need to be right now. I just missed you.”

King Me - (steve/peggy)

Peggy smacked his shoulder and sniffed loudly. “I did not try to bludgeon you. My God, Steve, you’re so dramatic.”

Partners - (steve/peggy)

The look he threw her was one she had never seen from him in public, and her knees threatened to give way under the weight of it.

the pain of parting is nothing (to the joy of meeting again) - (steve/peggy)

The man gave a stilted nod, and his voice was strained. “Of course, Director Carter. Let me just call the rest of my team in.” He lifted his left wrist to his mouth—right hand still holding the gun—and said, “Hey, man, I could use some backup. Southeast quadrant, the cell block.”

you can count on me - (steve/peggy)

Something settled in Steve’s chest as they went, the sharp edge of constant uncertainty dulled by Peggy’s presence.

#ask meme #sort of #thank you all so much!#this was really fun I got to revisit some fics I haven't thought about in a while

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rexscanonwife · 1 year

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WAIT I TOTALLY FORGOT ABOUT THE WHOLE ASS SEPARATION ARC THAT I JOKINGLY CALL THE DIVORCE ARC 😭😭😭

#jane journals #self insert talk #💙 oh captain my captain 💙#abjfggk in regards to my lrb #but DIVORCE SIMULATOR WAS LITERALLY THE PLACEHOLDER TITLE FOR THAT ONE FIC I WROTE AGES AG9 #ive retconned some things since then so maybe id revisit it 🤔🤔#but i dunno its fun to joke about but rex and brea never stopped loving each other so they werent really DIVORCED divorced #they just had to go their separate ways #though i was talking to ruby about a fun mean little scenario 😂😂#like when rex comes BACK in the rebels era and is talking to the kids and not so subtly asks if i dated anyone else #like while he was gone cause we're separated for like. at least 3 years #and most of them are still kinda pissed at him for it so they lie and say that i got back with crosshair for a little while 😂😂😂#and hes probably like 'HOW DID YOU KNOW ABOUT THAT' first of all #and second of all ready to throw DOWN and they have to be like 'DAD NO IT WAS A JOKE'#just silly stuff ahfbjg

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leavingautumn13 · 5 months

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Fanfic Writer Asks: 4, 5, 13, 21, and 24

[fic writer asks]

4. How many WIPs do you have right now?

what becomes of the brokenhearted: longform fallout 4 nick valentine/sole survivor drama, romance, and gratuitous violence. will hopefully be updated soon.

eye of the storm: pokemon emerald general fic. still in pre-production. planning went wildly off the rails and i'm trying to beat the outline into something that makes sense thematically.

[unnamed oneshot]: pokemon omega ruby general fic. 1000% about the power of friendship. an absolute sapfest. desperately in need of a title. almost finished!

5. What’s a fic idea you’ve had that you will never write?

this is completely buckwild, but we all know i'm unwell about pokemon now, so i'll just jump into it. i'm cringe but i'm free. back in 2017 when i was in the middle of my first breakdown about pokemon oras, ultra came out, and introduced a canonical alternate universe where somebody fucked up so badly the planet had to be evacuated. because i was in the throes of omega ruby induced brainrot, i immediately decided i needed to make a fic where all of my favorite characters had to deal with the fallout of that. multiverse shenanigans ensued. may got into an argument with an alternate universe version of herself. it was fun, it was bonkers. it had no plot at all.

hell, i have a board for it on pinterest and a playlist too. here ya go.

13. How much planning do you do before writing?

do you want to see a picture of my planning document for wbotb? yeah you do.

this is just the first two acts.

i only do this for long form fics though; for other projects like the oneshot i just wing it, write as i go, and trust my beta reader and my own instincts to keep me on track.

21. Have you ever deleted an entire scene after spending hours laboring over it? If so, why?

ugh. yes. i deleted the entire intro for the oneshot i'm working on. i was 400 words in and had about three times that planned. it turned out i was going to rehash a lot of it in the rest of the fic, so it was redundant and messed with the flow. it also made the tone a lot darker. ah well. i got to call back to it a couple of times, so it's nice to have it for consistency's sake if nothing else.

24. Share a moodboard for (one of) your current WIP(s).

i still have never made a moodboard in my life. here's a scene from eye of the storm though. tw for blood under the cut.

#tw blood #thanks for the ask! <3 #sigh. it'd be fun to revisit that ultra fanfic...#lowkey it's inspired part of the modern incarnation of eye of the storm so like #i could...#i feel like it's like the pla fic i've been kicking around though. it's all vibes and no substance #anyway #trainer may #autumn.ask #autumn.fic #fic: until dawn #fic: eye of the storm

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aceghosts · 2 years

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“ did you just give me a compliment? “ - for Hunter x Wesker?

Thank you so much for this one! This was a lot of fun to write!

[Prompt List]

Summary: On a mission to retrieve samples with their team, BSAA Agent Hunter Delaney encounters Albert Wesker, and he says something Hunter isn't ready for.

A BSAA Agent!Hunter AU.

Words: 2,083 words.

Content Warnings: Canon typical violence. Mentions of blood. Mentions of torture and death towards the very end for a brief paragraph. Mainly, Hunter and Wesker are just both insufferable in different ways, and can't stop flirting with each other.

Author's Note: AO3 Title comes from Muse's Hysteria. Also, I think I might have to do a sequel to this, lol.

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Hunter hears him before they see him, thanks to their enhanced hearing. Excited anticipation rises in their chest as they turn on their heel, racing toward Kevin to protect him. Hunter roughly shoves their teammate out of the way, trying to smother the smirk on their face. Leaping forward, Hunter careens into the dark blur that is Albert Wesker before he reaches Kevin. They wrap their arms around his waist, knocking Wesker backward. “Get the fuck out of here! Warn Arthur!” Hunter yells, releasing Wesker and rolling away from him. Missions are always more interesting with Wesker around, but that means whatever is in the abandoned vault is important. Hopefully, Arthur, Natasha, and Patrick are almost done retrieving the samples.

“On it, Captain Delaney!” Kevin yells, running towards the vault. Out of the corner of their eye, Hunter watches as Kevin raises two fingers to his earpiece, informing Arthur of the impending shitstorm. They don’t watch Kevin for long, quickly rising to their feet. They bring their fists up in a defensive posture, watching Wesker with an air of amusement. Hunter shouldn’t look forward to meeting Wesker, but they do. They always do.

Wesker rises, a low chuckle emanating from his throat. As he adjusts his dark shades, Wesker purrs, “You know Hunter,” They shiver, a jolt of pleasure running through them as he purrs their name, which Wesker notices, smiling sharply, “If I didn’t know better, I would think you were jealous for my attention. It’s okay if you are, Hunter, I have some time to spare for you today.”

Hunter rolls their eyes, still amused. “In your fucking dreams, asshole.” It holds no bite. The insults exchanged between Hunter and Wesker never do.

“I could tell you about all the things we do in my dreams, Hunter. I don’t think you or your teammates would like it very much.” He’s wrong about that; there are things that Hunter would like to do to Wesker that their teammates wouldn’t approve of. Wesker leaps at them, Hunter ducking down beneath him. He misses Hunter narrowly, landing as Hunter rises and turns to face him. Wesker is faster and utterly relentless, catching Hunter in the chin with a roundhouse kick. His black boot hits their face, Hunter’s head ringing. They stumble back, slightly disoriented for a second.

They recover, fighting through the pain and the ringing. As Wesker finishes his kick, Hunter strikes out with their left fist, throwing a nasty punch into his abdomen. Wesker gasps, the air knocked out of him, stunned by the force. With their momentum, Hunter follows with a right hook into Wesker’s face. His nose crunches beneath their fist, blood spattering as he stumbles backward. His sunglasses fly off, landing a good distance away from the pair. Wesker wipes away the blood from his nose, looking down at the blood on his gloved hand. He looks up at Hunter, smiling at them with a sort of pride. “You’ve been training, haven’t you? Glad to know that I was correct in thinking you would be my equal.”

Shocked, Hunter drops their stance, blinking in surprise. Holy fuck, did he just-? “Did you just give me a compliment?” They stammer out, completely surprised. Wesker never complimented them; Hunter didn’t think he knew how to do that and mean it.

He nods, adding, “You could be my equal, Hunter. Unfortunately, your talents are squandered by those holding you back, including you.” Ah, there it was. Nice moment fucking ruined. Taking advantage of Hunter’s surprised state, he moves, striking Hunter in the middle of their sternum with his palm. Hunter flies backward, slamming into the concrete wall with a pained yelp as the wall shakes. They slide to the ground, leaving a vaguely Hunter-sized dent in the wall. Fuck, it hurts to breathe. “As much as I love flirting with you, I do have something of mine to retrieve.” Wesker turns away from them, his black duster swaying as he starts to leave Hunter behind.

Fuck. Despite how much they enjoy fighting Wesker, they can’t let him reach their team. Wesker will tear through them like wet tissue paper. Pushing themself up, Hunter bites their lip, stifling a pained groan. They chase after him, leaping on his back. Hunter wraps their arms tightly around his neck as Wesker lets out a surprised gurgle. They wrap their legs around his torso, holding on for dear fucking life. His hands claw at their arms, digging into the olive-green fabric of their sweatshirt. Wesker digs in tightly, pain shooting up Hunter’s arms. Don’t let go. Don’t let go. Don’t let-.

Almost immediately, things go to shit. The hallway darkens, red emergency lights flickering on. The building shakes beneath them, Wesker nearly falling over. “EMERGENCY EVACUATION! SELF DESTRUCT IN TEN MINUTES!” Of course, there’s a fucking self-destruct sequence. Whoever built these things had the biggest fucking hardon for them.

“I’m gonna let go if you-,” Hunter starts. The ground collapses beneath the two, freeing Wesker from their grip. The pair free-fall into the dark hole, Hunter’s stomach twisting and turning at the falling sensation. Fuck! They have to find a way to stop their fall. Hunter spies a lone steel girder, grabbing onto it their left hand. Their fingers dig into the metal, creaking under the weight. Their other hand catches Wesker by the collar of his shirt. He wildly lashes out, trying to kick and grab them. Hunter lets out a groan of pain, thankful for their enhanced durability and strength. “Stop fucking moving! I’m trying to save your fucking life, you ungrateful bastard!”

Wesker looks up, reddish-gold eyes narrowing as he catches sight of Hunter’s hold on the beam. “And how would you suggest that we get out of this predicament, Hunter?”

“I don’t fucking know! I need a minute.”

“We don’t have a minute!”

“I know!” Hunter draws in a panicked breath, trying to stay calm. They can’t freak out, not now. As they look around, Hunter finds that everything seems hopeless. If they let go, Hunter isn’t sure that either of them could survive the fall, even with their abilities. The building shakes around the pair, debris falling loose. Broken pieces fall past them, nearly hitting Hunter and Wesker.

“Hunter…”

“I’M TRYING!” They frantically glance around, eventually catching a small glimmer of hope. During the collapse, an entrance to a hallway has been exposed. The ground looks stable enough for both of them to land on. They just hope Wesker will be okay with this. “Wesker, you see that hallway over there?”

He follows their gaze, a pensive look on his face. “I’m assuming you have a plan.”

“If we swing ourselves in that direction, we could build up enough momentum to launch ourselves over there.”

“We’ll have to work together. Are you capable of that?”

Hunter swallows, preferring an alliance with Wesker to death. “I’m willing to work with you to save our fucking asses.”

Wesker nods. “1…2…3.” The pair swing together, eventually starting to build up momentum. As they swing, Hunter feels the beam loosen, knowing the duo doesn’t have long.

“Now!” Wesker commands, and Hunter releases the beam, flying towards the open hallway. They also release the collar of Wesker’s shirt, bracing for the impact of their landing. Hunter rolls forwards as they land, a painful jolt coursing through their arms. Oh, they’re really going to fucking feel that in the morning. As they scramble to their feet, they watch Wesker gracefully rise to his own feet. He smirks, stepping towards Hunter, intending to continue their fight. The floor cracks, splitting the hallway in two, separating Hunter and Wesker.

“EMERGENCY EVACUATION! SELF DESTRUCT IN SEVEN MINUTES!” Fuck, Hunter needs to get out of here.

“Disappointing. I was looking forward to seeing what else you could do, Hunter. You may have won this battle, but you will not win this war.” Wesker seems smug like he’s privy to some information that Hunter doesn’t know.

“Yeah, fucking right.” Hunter snorts, rolling their eyes.

“You could always join me, Hunter. You don’t have to be on the losing side.”

Hunter’s breath catches in their throat, glimpses of what joining Wesker would like in their mind. Was he serious? And were they seriously fucking considering this? Noticing their slight hesitancy, Wesker’s smirk morphs into a smug smile. Forcing themself to shake their head, Hunter replies, “Sorry, I don’t think you could offer me anything to switch sides.”

“Interesting. Your hesitancy would suggest something else. Am I growing on you, Hunter? Do you look forward to these little meetings just as I do?” He tilts his head, his expression morphing into thoughtfulness. “I suppose I’ll have to be more persuasive. I look forward to our next fight, Hunter.”

The building shakes again, debris falling around them. “Yeah, until next time!” Hunter sprints away from Wesker, heading towards the rendezvous point. They should be worried about Wesker’s promise. Instead, Hunter relishes the anticipation in their chest, already looking forward to their next meeting.

Hunter raises an eyebrow, staring at the vase of flowers and the box sitting next to the flowers on their kitchen island. Someone delivered these to the front desk of Hunter’s building, and no one had any idea who their mysterious gift giver was. The only instruction was for the flowers and the gift to be delivered to Hunter as soon as possible and discreetly. Already, Hunter who knows who sent them the gift, trying to ignore butterflies in their stomach. In the simple, yet expensive vase, are a bouquet of vibrantly purple lavender with red roses. The fiery red of the roses reminds Hunter of Wesker’s eyes, the faint red that smoldered in his irises. Their heart leaps into their chest, the flowers smelling exquisite due to their heightened senses. A white envelope is attached by a satiny red ribbon, Hunter’s name written on the front in an extremely neat font. They pick the envelope off, turning it over and carefully breaking the wax seal. Hunter slides a simple card out of the envelope, written in that same elegant font.

Hunter,

I hope everything is to your liking, especially the flowers. I would assume that you would know what roses symbolize, but do you know what Lavender symbolizes? Devotion.

I meant it when I said you have the potential to be my equal, Hunter. The BSAA is holding you back from your true potential. They fear what you could be, who you are meant to be. I, however, am not afraid; I could never be afraid of you. If you should ever desire freedom from the BSAA, come find me.

I anticipate our next meeting with great pleasure.

Eternally Yours,

A.W.

Even in fucking letter writing, Wesker was still insufferable and arrogant. Hunter swallows, looking at the flowers. Heat rises in their cheeks, and Hunter reminds themself that Wesker is a world-class manipulator. All of this was meant to tempt Hunter away from the BSAA, to weaken their loyalty. Yet, a naïve part of them wants to believe that he means it: devotion and passion. They shake their head, knowing better. “Get it through your fucking skull, Hunter. Wesker is just fucking with you.”

They grab the box next to the flowers, somewhat flat yet square-shaped. Carefully taking the ribbon off, Hunter opens it to find a manilla folder and another note from Wesker, reading: I thought you deserved to see this. – A.W.

Gently placing the note on the table, Hunter removes the folder from the box, placing it on the table. They open the folder, their faded green eyes increasingly widening in horror. Hands trembling, Hunter realizes exactly what this file is. It is the BSAA’s plan to take out Hunter if they should ever mutate into an uncontrollable creature, something Hunter wasn’t privy to. Or at least, that’s what is supposed to be. Clive assured them that, the BSAA would take Hunter out Old Yeller style. They drink in the terrifying words before them, their chest tightening. The BSAA would keep them alive at all costs, expressly going against Hunter’s desire for a swift death, and to use them in experimentation. It was a fate worse than death.

Making their way to their dark emerald-green couch, Hunter sits, unable to stop reading the folder. Wesker is trying to break their loyalty to BSAA by showing them this, but Hunter still feels grateful towards him. They’re just going to have to show their gratitude in person.

#kate writes #the hunter fic tag #Hunter Delaney #Resident Evil OC #RE OC #Albert Wesker x OC #OTP: Love Me Mercilessly #Listen #I'm very much in a wesker mood since that DBD trailer dropped #and now I'm tempted to reblog all my hunter/wesker stuff #also this was a lot of fun to write #I really want to revisit this again #I really like the idea of an AU where Hunter isn't after revenge #partially because they weren't killed by teammates #and still joining Wesker anyway

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anghraine · 2 years

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I’ve been writing an extremely long and rambling post about my headcanon for Darcy’s and Wickham’s upbringings, given that their common parental figure was by all accounts a super nice man and yet, as Elizabeth notes in P&P, it seems like something went very wrong.

#it's funny because my very first austen fic (back in 2004 or 2005) was all about darcy's father fucking up in various ways #well it was more about lady anne dealing (poorly) with him fucking up and the impact on young darcy and wickham #also while the board it was posted on is gone (rip hyacinth gardens)#i do remember a) people reading all sorts of villainy into tiny wickham #and b) someone (pretty sure it was abigail reynolds actually) noticing that tiny darcy read very strongly as autistic #given that i wouldn't be diagnosed for another... idk six years it's interesting that it was so glaring #and that is still relevant to the overall headcanon sooo #but while i feel more kindly towards the late mr darcy now it is kind of fun to go back and revisit his failures #anghraine babbles #austen blogging #anghraine's headcanons #fic talk #mr darcy senior #fitzwilliam darcy #george wickham

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corolune · 1 year

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Could you please tell us about any/all of the WIP ideas that haven't been asked yet? Thank you!!!

ah, sure, tysm for the ask Olya!!

Raksha Bandhan ficlet is inspired by the casting of Sabina in the tv show!

Every year in the Pleasant/Pleasure household, Raksha Bandhan comes and goes. But this year, Sabina finally has someone to make a Rakhi for: Alex. (Alex is completely oblivious to becoming an adopted brother, and thinks Sabina just gave him a fancy friendship bracelet)

(Raksha Bandhan is a primarily Hindu festival in India where girls tie "rakhi" bracelets onto their brothers as a symbol of protection. It's also a way to form kinships that aren't blood related — and once you accept the Rakhi tied around your wrist, it is socially unacceptable to be romantically involved with the girl who gave it to you, as you've accepted the responsibility of being a brother to her and are now part of her family.)

Space Hotel takes place in Ark Angel (obviously) and is a doctor who crossover!

when Alex goes into space, he runs into another ordinary human, investigating the Space Hotel — Rose Tyler. And there’s more than just a lack of funds at play here on Ark Angel...

Tintin crossover — Alex runs into Tintin on one of his missions, and Tintin takes him under his wing as they work together (also Snowy and Alex become bffs). This one more of a general idea + vibes rather than plot at this point lol. I just love the idea of these two causing trouble together and Alex getting a healthy mentor and maybe even getting encouraged to leave spying for investigative journalism (which, apparently has a lot of similarities!)

The Carpet Weaver is an original story idea I had while writing Dhamaka in Delhi, exploring the life of a girl, whose village in northern India is the heart of a carpet weaving industry, through the rugs she weaves. I don’t really have a plot for this, and I’m on the fence whether it should be the type of story where her carpet weaving is a symbol for her dreams and stories, or if it should be a magical realism type of story where she discovers her weaving/rugs have some kind of innate power to them 🤔

I am a carpet weaver, like many of my neighbours in my village. My father purchases dyed woolen thread and my brothers build the heavy, large looms. In the daytime, my fingers run through the coiled spindles, up and down, through the crisp white grid of cotton threads, slowly but surely singing colours to life in a hundred, thousand knots. And when it rains, and the clouds cover the mountain range, the lights flicker and I weave my dreams onto the loom.

Never Do These Things if You’re A Vampire! This is a silly picturebook idea, where a little vampire girl discovers that the things her father forbade her from doing (eating garlic, going out in the sun, having a pet other than a bat, etc) are actually just things he thinks are life-ending, and not actually harmful to vampires at all! (eg, she puts on sunscreen and goes to the beach! garlic smells very strong, but she enjoys the taste once she gets used to it!)

#hehe thanks for the ask #I think these were all the ones that were left #this was such a fun game!!#and got me revisiting ideas I forgot I even had lol #my writing #ask game #fic ask game #fanfiction #alex rider art #tintin #doctor who

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