#wayward fics

[waywardblazer]

Centuries

Klaus Mikaelson x Reader

Warning(s): Fluff, angst…but mostly fluff

Word count: 1.1k

Summary/Prompt: Hours before the curse is broken, you briefly bump into the infamous Klaus Mikaelson for the first time but you see something inside of him that’s unexpected.

A/N: Should there be a pt.2 where y/n reunites with Klaus??? 🤔

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Tonight was the full moon.

That meant that it was the night that Klaus would finally be able to break the curse. The curse that binded his werewolf side and stopped him from becoming a true hybrid.

Despite everyone’s attempts, there seemed to be no way around it.

Stefan had taken Elena away for the rest of the day after Damon force fed her his blood. You had also heard about Tyler rolling back into town meaning that Klaus would have everything he needed. The ritual was going to happen regardless of what anyone wanted.

In the Salvatore mansion, Elijah had just gone over the plan once more to ensure that it would work. You were there simply so he could be certain.

“If the plan does not succeed, my brother will become The Original Hybrid by the time the full moon completes its final phase.” Elijah informed, his gaze moving from you, down to where he was fixing the cuff of his sleeve.

You gave him a small nod. “It’ll work Elijah. I…I know it will.” You attempted to reassure him, but the uncertainty in your voice betrayed you. He studied you for a moment before exiting the room. You watched him leave, sighing quietly to yourself.

Much to The Salvatore’s dismay, you found the existence of the Originals to be rather intriguing and had spent the better part of the last month or so getting to know more about them. By them, you meant Elijah, since he had been the only Original the gang had encountered. That was not including Klaus when he had been in Alaric’s body. In return for your curiosity, Elijah seemed to have grown fond of you.

Right now however, you weren’t of any help to anyone. You needed to get out.

Even though the mansion was exceptionally large you felt too pent up. So you headed off to the lake. At least there you could have a brief moment to think alone.

It wasn’t far, so once you made it you took a seat on the bench, staring out at the lake as the afternoon sun slowly made its descent over the horizon. The remaining light seemed to bounce off the water’s surface, making it look as if it shimmered.

“Is this where you go to get away from the Salvatores?” An strangely familiar voice spoke from behind.

You stumbled off the bench with a gasp and spun around on your heels only to come face to face with a rather tall man. Your breath hitched and fear immediately swept through your body the second you realised who it was.

“Klaus.” You breathed out, taking a nervous step backwards.

“Relax, love, I am not of any threat to you.” He reassured with a gentle grin, hands raised briefly in surrender. “I am simply savouring the last moments before I become my true self.”

You watched him wearily. Part of you wanted to run, but you dreaded what he might do if you tried.

Klaus’ grin seemed to fade. He couldn’t just see the fear in your eyes but he could also hear your heart as it pounded within your chest. He dipped his head and stepped away, creating some distance between you both.

“It’s a beautiful sunset, wouldn’t you agree?” He asked in an attempt to spark some sort of conversation to break the tension.

Looking up, you couldn’t disagree that the mixture of red, orange and purple colours that lit up the sky was beautiful.

“Yeah…it is.” You mumbled quietly.

Klaus smiled to himself as you continued to study him from where you stood. He could feel your eyes on him.

He remained silent for a good few moments before letting out a sigh. “I know you think you should be scared of me, but I assure you that you do not.”

“You want to hurt the people I care about so I think I have every right to be afraid.” You reminded him, bravely holding his gaze. You were surprised when he nodded in agreement.

“Fair point.” He replied. Then carefully took a seat on the bench. His gaze shifted to the ground momentarily before returning back up to you. “Y/N, if…there was another way—” He began but faltered in finishing what he wanted to say.

Your brows creased slightly as you searched his eyes. Eyes that remained on you. There was some sort of emotion hidden behind those centuries old eyes that you wouldn’t have imagined possible to find in the proclaimed evil Klaus Mikaelson.

It was Pain. Deeply rooted pain.

You didn’t know his story and yet it broke your heart to see such pain in someone’s eyes.

It made you wonder whether there was more to him than just how everyone portrayed him. That being known worldwide to be a ruthless mass murder, a monster and big bad wolf with no remorse was simply a facade to hide the concealed truth that maybe, just maybe he had a heart.

Turning to look back out at the lake, you realised that you had finally let your body relax. You knew he wasn’t going to hurt you. He had no need too. You mustered up the courage to sit down beside him. With a quiet sigh, you looked up at him. There were no words needed to be exchanged. You both just sat in a strangely comfortable silence.

As the night arrived, a chill filled the air. You shivered.

“You’re cold, love.” Klaus softly noted, a gentle frown of concern passing across his face.

You huffed out a quiet chuckle. “I’m alright.” You insisted. The way he called you love had your stomach fluttering in a way that made you mentally scold yourself.

Klaus didn’t seem to take that as an answer because he took off his jacket, gently wrapping it around your shoulders. He gave you a gentle smile, his eyes appeared to sparkle under the moonlight.

Your heart skipped a beat and your breath caught in your throat as you met his gaze. “Thank you Klaus.” You managed to whisper, pulling his coat around yourself for extra warmth.

He dipped his head. “Of course, love.” He uttered in a gentle tone before he stood up.

You tilted your head in confusion before spotting the moon high up in the sky. You looked back at him. You knew exactly where he was going.

“It’s time, isn’t it?”

The soon to be hybrid nodded. “It is.”

You let out a deep sigh. There was absolutely no way you could stop him and…you didn’t really want to anyway. No one should be denied a part of themselves.

“Go.” You said.

Only for a split second but long enough for you to see, he hesitated. Like he was reconsidering. But the urge to take back what was lost outweighed anything else.

“Goodbye, Y/N.” He murmured, “Hopefully we’ll meet again under better circumstances.”

He then vamp sped off with a whoosh, disappearing in a blink of an eye leaving you alone under the light of the full moon.

“Bye, Klaus.” You whispered. “And…good luck.”

#this is shorter oops #klausy klaus makes my heart happy #he’s so soft #klaus mikaelson x reader #klaus mikaelson #the originals #tvd #the vampire diaries #wayward fics

[mamoonde]

thinking about a canon div au where lwj goes to yunmeng jiang the summer after gusu lectures, walks in just in time to see a sweaty half-naked wwx, his dirtied training robe left hanging around his waist where it's tucked into his trousers and belt, tousling with equally sweaty and dirty junior disciples (only a handful of them are in equal states of undress).

wwx spots him half a minute later, right after demonstrating the proper archery stance to another disciple. the moment he does, he blinks, then brightens, dropping the bow to make his way towards lwj.

all six feet (how is he suddenly so tall?!) of him, sunkissed skin, toned chest and stomach bare and gleaming with sweat.

lwj can hardly breathe. his right hand is a tight fist behind his back. he imagines his frayed tether to his sanity in his desperate grip.

wwx is in his usual teasing lwj mode, especially now that he's a solid 2 inches taller than lwj (for at least the summer), back turned to his silly shidis shooting kites, revelling in lwj's attention—

his hand moves before he can think, snatching the arrow in midair an arm's length from them.

lwj had been so preoccupied he hadn't even noticed it before wwx had suddenly turned and seemingly plucked it out of thin air.

wwx clicks his tongue. "watch it, guys; i can't have lan zhan thinking i'm a crappy teacher!" he chucks the arrow as though it were a spear, where it lands dead center at a target.

lwj desperately recites the gusu lan precepts about restraint and proper conduct in his head. mostly, he would like to – needs to – lie down.

"but you are a crappy teacher!" one of the disciples retorted. "you all but left us for dead the moment you saw some handsome gongzi!"

"what, am i supposed to choose you stinky lot over a handsome er-gege?!" wwx snorts then turns back to lwj with a grin.

please don't notice my traitorous body, please, please, please, lwj prays desperately.

"sorry about that, lan zhan! these guys still only hit about half the kites—oh? do my eyes deceive me?" wwx leans closer, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

before lwj can step back to safety, wwx's hand grazes the tips of his ears. end me now.

"my poor dear lan-er-gege, has the yunmeng sun already given you sunburn? your ears are as red as my hair ribbon!" wwx cackles, then grasps his sleeve, tugging him towards the pavilions. "don't you worry, i'll take good care of you, lan zhan! shijie should know where to get salves to soothe the stings."

lwj swallows, wanting to collapse right there and then if that wouldn't only add to his mortification. he eyes the lakes. maybe if he could just stay there the entire summer...

#mo dao zu shi #wangxian #mamoonde fics #mdzs au #mdzs fic #wwx #lwj #an old video of some baseball guy catching a wayward ball while in the middle of an interview made me write this #me 🤝 lwj lying down on the ground very dead #crossposted on twt

[artsyunderstudy]

"You will never be as lovely as you are now. We will never be here again."

Illustration for One December Night

#snowbaz #simon snow #baz pitch #snowbaz fanart #snowbaz fanfic #snowbaz fic #carry on fanfic #carry on fanart #carry on #wayward son #any way the wind blows #rainbow rowell #artsyart #cw nudity #writing it wasnt enough i had to draw this scene out of my brain #also this was a “just a quick sketch” situation #but uhhhhhhh #it was not a quick sketch

[paper-beats-writers-block]

For a fanfic to be considered Snowbaz it must include:

“Snow,” “You called me Simon before”

“And then he kisses me”

some form or iteration of “Baz… you’re-you’re wearing jeans”

mention of Simon’s love of butter/scones

#Not actually but I love how 70% of the fics in this fandom check at least three boxes and it’s practically an unspoken checklist #This post is so unserious #snowbaz fanfic #simon snow series #baz pitch #carry on #snowbaz #awtwb #simon snow #wayward son #tyrannus basilton grimm pitch #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #fanfic

[catharusustulatus]

Better jobs for Steve than being a cop: teacher, counselor, bartender, florist, librarian assistant, garden section associate, dog walker (dog groomer canon?), grocery store manager, food pantry helper, seasonal worker as a Santa’s elf….

#stranger things #steve harrington #I could go on and on #I technically understand why so many fics make him a cop or one of Hopper’s deputies #as in he is a protector and they think it fits his narrative #but I truly believe he would be not only anti authority but also very zany like other girls #and go for something else #also acab ya know #steve harrington hc #my favorite job for him is he gets a job as a counselor at the state college he goes to when he finally joins Robin in Chicago #and he’s a young himbo with a corner office who helps wayward kids

[letraspal]

Our birthdays are just the celebration of all the years that came before and the welcoming of a new one. Happy Birthday Baz Pitch!

(And happy birthday to the woman who brought him to us, @rainbowrowell)

#happy birthday #this post was inspired by #a TikTok trend #and the fic Back to the star by Pati #simon snow #snowbaz #baz pitch #carry on #fanart #letraspal #illustration #book characters #carry on fanart #rainbow rowell #wayward son #any way the wind blows #here i come to queue #tyrannus basilton grimm pitch #awtwb #awtwb spoilers #the simon snow trilogy #simon snow salisbury

[twokisses]

can i be rabid about an nsfw snowbaz concept really quick? bc i can't stop thinking about baz taking simon back to pitch manor (post-awtwb) just to check out the grounds and make sure it's okay, and let simon fly around without restriction for once. and i can't stop thinking about baz taking simon on a proper tour of the house and them ending up in baz's childhood bedroom, where the memories of his desperate mournful fifth year wank sessions feel too close to the surface, and suddenly simon is sprawling onto the bed, making some thoughtless comment about what it would have been like to be baz in this room, but all baz can register is simon snow on his childhood bed. and when simon sees baz's frozen expression and asks what's wrong, baz can't keep the shivering yearning truth from escaping him. he tells simon what he's thinking. and simon decides yeah, he'll make it so that baz's fantasies don't have to stay fantasies. he does make love to baz on that bed. and all baz's lonely painful memories of the feel of these sheets and the sight of that headboard are written over with the feel and sight of them now, while overcome with pleasure and love for a simon who is actually right there with him. and what i can't stop thinking about is the poetry of simon tying baz up while he makes love to him. in that bed, where being taken by simon was previously a ludicrous thing baz could only have in his imagination, and the feel of his own hands were the only things he could have in reality - to now have them tied up and out of the way, so all this real, grounding, wracking pleasure can only be coming from simon, simon himself, nobody else, no other way? sexy healing times

#things i thought of as fic ideas but am too lazy to write in full #if anyone does want this as a fic lmk i guess? idk if i have the juice for it but i could maybe turn it into a short piece #OR if anyone just wants more HCs or short fic kinda things like this - lmk as well! shoot me an ask or something :) #snowbaz #carry on #wayward son #any way the wind blows #simon snow #baz pitch #simon snow series #burbles

[paul-situations-matthews]

Listen I need I need I need Artemis and Paul Schue-Horyn from Wayward Guide to investigate Hatchetfield like can you IMAGINE

#list of fics I’ll probably never write :( #theres 2 Pauls running around and one of them is a werewolf and Artemis is all up in Solomon Lauter’s business #Paul S just accidentally wanders into the church of the starry children doing something in the witchwood and gets double cursed #while he was trying to do something completely different #everyone in hatchetfield knows what a podcast is but they’re all physically incapable of talking into the mic when being interviewed #nightmare time #hatchetfield series #team starkid #tin can bros #wayward guide #wayward guide for the untrained eye #hatchetfield

[stardustasincocaine]

@carryon-countdown

Day 20 - Flowers

“I’ve conditioned you to get aroused looking at flowers. This is my crowning achievement in life. Nothing will ever be better than this”. Sword of Mages Tattoo, RooBadley

Raise your hand if you saw another Sword Of Mages Tattoo fan art coming for this prompt. Yeah, I know… I am nothing if not predictable. Read the amazing and incredible and life-changing fic here

#snowbaz #simon snow #carry on #baz pitch #rainbow rowell #wayward son #the simon snow series #tyrannus basilton grimm pitch #basilton pitch #my art #carry on countdown #carry on countdown 2023 #coc 2023 #snowbaz fanart #simon snow fanart #Baz pitch fanart #sword of mages tattoo #fic rec #tattoo shop au

[shallowseeker]

I was thinking about Wayward Sisters and mentally sifting through the motifs for each main girl.

Alex was vampire-oriented, the symbolic siren that lured innocents to their deaths. Wannabe prom queen.

Claire's got the whole wannabe hero vibe but is weirdly prone to going to lone wolf.

Patience is undoubtedly paired with The Drama of the Gifted Child, a burnt-out prodigy melting down. Perfectionist.

And Kaia? Well. Kaia's not the girl on the milk carton.

But something hit me.

Claire, for all her dressings of tough, Dean-type, Barbie-girl? She's got the Jimmy Novak disease; she wants to be important. She wants to serve big causes and do big hero stuff.

Kaia, on the other hand? At her core, she's got the Dean disease. That awful, awful, niggling, "I don't matter." That's maybe why she and Jack get so Sympatico with each other so quickly and stay on good terms, even after he accidentally crash-landed her in the bad place. (Jack's got the exact same disease.)

That emotional interiority is buried deep, but it's definitely there, and it's another way that Claire veers in a surprising Casward direction.

#aahhhhhhh #screaming inside #jimmy novak #claire novak #kaia nieves #jack & kaia #jack kline #alex jones #patience turner #they all have humanity in common #this is just a nifty element to them #jack mary-dean kline winchester #i have a wayward fic yes #it was the first ficlet i posted here a million years ago

[waywardstation]

What's entrophy syndrome? Haven't heard of that fic I don't think

I’ve referred to it by name before, but I’m not sure I’ve explained it in detail as it’s meant to be posted after Rain Check ^^

But it’s basically a fic where Ingo and Akari realize that while both of them fell to Hisui, Ingo’s arrival was an accident while Akari was purposely sent and assisted by Arceus. This means only one of them is protected from the timeline trying to get rid of them, and it was only a matter of time before it would start happening.

#wayward’s asks #this fic also ties into IWLYB #I can’t post it until I finish rain check as stuff happens in entropy syndrome that references rain check

[waywardblazer]

Anger is a Powerful Emotion

Klaus Mikaelson x Reader

Warning(s): Angst - technically it’s more strong violence, fluff, implied smut

Word count: 1.5k

Summary/Prompt: You’ve kept your anger buried but it’s forcing itself to the surface and you can no longer ignore it. Who better to help you let it out than Klaus Mikaelson?

A/N: This better reach the right people! It was written at 3am but I edited as much as possible

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There it was again. That undesirable feeling of a burning flame rising from deep within.

You feared it would consume you and it took every ounce of your internal strength to fight off the urge to scream and punch the nearest wall.

For years, you had constantly bottled up your anger anytime you felt it. It didn’t matter what the cause was, you just had a habit of pushing it down and writing it off as nothing.

Maybe that was because it had been expected of you given you were seen as the sweet, happy and innocent young human among the immortal family you lived with. Either way you rarely allowed yourself to explode. Especially not in front of others.

This time however, was different. Nothing major had triggered it. In fact, it was the smallest inconvenience that came with getting your password wrong that had you feeling like you were about to burst.

You tossed your phone, closing your eyes and forcing yourself to take an exasperated breath.

There was a faint knocking sound. “Are you alright, love?” A familiar British voice spoke.

You looked up to see Klaus standing in the doorway. He looked concerned as he studied you from where he stood.

“I’m fine.” You snapped unintentionally, taking another deep breath but the burning flame inside of you failed to ease.

Klaus frowned, stepping inside the room. “You’re not, what’s happening?” He asked more sternly.

“Go away Klaus.” You wrapped your hand around your wrist, clenching so hard that your nails dug into your flesh enough to cause a sharp stinging pain.

Your breath came on shallowly as you turned away to look out the window that overlooked the streets of New Orleans. You tried to steady your breathing but your eyes burned with tears and you had to fight back the urge to let them fall.

Anger curled hot and persistent in your gut, like a blazing inferno that wanted to burn you from the inside out. The more you tried to push it down the more determined it seemed to want to burst out of you.

“I said. I’m fine.” You snarled through gritted teeth.

Klaus must have caught onto the situation because, without another word he strolled over to the other side of the room where the fireplace was and grabbed a stake from the metal bucket beside it. He then vamp sped over, appearing in front of you.

Any sane person would say that violence was never the answer, but this was Klaus Mikaelson. He dealt with his anger and let it out by either daggering, lighting things on fire, striking fear into the hearts of his enemies and victims or never passing up the opportunity to violently kill anyone in his path.

“Take it.” The hybrid instructed.

Your head was spinning too much to question him so you did, snatching the stake out of his hand. You clutched it tightly, but still remained frozen in place. Your body trembled as your blood boiled inside of you.

“Come on Y/N, have at it. You know you want to.” He challenged, a slight grin tugging at the edge of his mouth.

Your jaw was tense and nostrils flared, but your instincts told you to resist. You had spent years fighting every urge to lash out and naturally, you felt it was wrong to start now.

Klaus leant forward so he was eye level with you. “Let. Go.” He commanded, in a low growl.

You finally gave in and let out a yell of frustration. You swung the piece of wood with a surprisingly tremendous amount of force, striking Klaus right across the face. You didn’t think twice before you struck him again, causing him to stumble backwards a little.

“Yes love! Keep going! Let it out!” Klaus barked encouragingly, wiping the blood from his mouth and regaining his composure.

You dropped the stake, your vision blurred to red and you let out a growled yell as you shoved him aggressively against the wall. You threw several blows to the Hybrid’s stomach. They weren’t perfect but they were fuelled with pure rage so they were powerful enough to knock the air out of him.

For a human you were quite strong.

He allowed you to flip him onto the ground—you weren’t a vampire so he helped—pinning him down. You reached over and seized the stake you’d previously dropped.

Your eyes were blazing and tears were now streaming down your face as you raised the stake high above your head. Your hand shook, as your body appeared to hesitate your next moves.

Klaus let out a wheezed chuckle. “Do it.”

“I—I can’t.” You whimpered, momentarily torn between fighting the overwhelming anger urging you to finish the job or giving into it.

He flashed his golden-amber wolf eyes and simultaneously the black veins spread just under them. “Yes you can! You can’t kill me, love. Don’t fight it.”

You let out what sounded like a mixture of a sob and a growl followed by a primal scream that ripped through your throat as you gripped the weapon with both hands and plunged the stake straight into his chest, only narrowly missing his heart.

The hybrid beneath you let out a choked gasp as blood oozed from his mouth. He groaned as you quickly yanked it out, tossing it aside. Blood flowed out of the wound, yet he forced himself to sit up, resting his back up against the nearby wall.

“You’re quite the little fighter.” He commended.

Your vision returned to normal and you let out a hushed sniffle as your breathing slowly tried to regulate itself.

“Feel better, love?” Klaus asked slightly breathless.

As you took a moment to process, you noticed the weight that had been lifted from your chest and the rising temperature sensation had eased.

“Y-Yeah, I…do.” You murmured, sounding a little more surprised than you’d hoped. You looked up at him, face tear stained and exhausted.

He smiled sweetly, a quiet sigh of relief leaving him as he allowed you to lean against him. His shirt was now bloody but the wound had already healed. He began gently tracing your skin, the way he knew you liked it.

“Why do I get like this?” You whispered, your heart rate slowing and your body relaxing under his touch.

Klaus gently kissed the top of your head. “According to Camille, anger is a powerful emotion and is not meant to be suppressed.” He explained. “I believe it has something to do with adrenaline and triggering the flight or fight response.”

You giggled and stared up at him with adoring eyes. Of course he had taken that away from one of the many times the psych major had psychoanalysed him. “You spend too much time with Cami.” You pointed out.

Klaus shook his head and chuckled. “Perhaps you’re right.” He pulled you a little closer. “Okay then, let me tell you what I think.” He murmured. “From my experience, anger is forged when you wish to no longer feel a certain pain. It is often the way we respond to oppression or when we don’t understand something and is what happens when we desire to feel an ounce of control over something we have no control of. If kept buried, it burns away inside of you like some volcano ready to explode. You cannot deny yourself the right to express and release that otherwise it will lead to ruination.”

He then gently turned your head so you were forced to look up at him. His expression was bound and determined. “Listen to me love, if you ever feel on the verge of bursting again, come to me. Do not allow it to control you as it controls me. But I beg of you, to do your best to not let it get to this point again, find a release that is more healthy.”

“Says the hybrid who basically invented anger issues.” You teased, “but how might I do that?”

Klaus scoffed. “If I knew the answer to that, I’d tell you, but I assure you that Cami would have thousands of suggestions that she would be more than willing to share with you.”

You nodded, sitting up. “She’d probably advise me not to let you help me because a Mikaelson is never the best at dealing with their own anger issues.”

“Well, she’d be right.” The hybrid replied begrudgingly.

You smiled softly, staying silent for a moment while you simply admired him.

“Klaus?” You eventually hummed, catching his attention. “Thank you.”

He beamed, eyes soft and loving. “You have always been the one to quell my rage, I am pleased I could do the same for you.”

He made a move to get up, but you placed a hand on his chest and gently pushed him back against the wall, closing your eyes and leaning down into a kiss.

When you pulled away a gentle smirk was tugging at the corners of your lips. “I like an angry Mikaelson though.” You whispered.

“Is that right love?” Klaus asked, grinning as he slinked an arm around you.

You nodded, then let out a yelp as he suddenly vamp sped you over to the bed so that within a second he was on top of you.

You stared up at him, biting your lip as he revealed his hybrid eyes and exposed his sharp fangs in a grin that would naturally terrify anyone. But not you.

“Then let me return the favour and allow me to show you how I release my anger.”

#reader is prone to anger #i really was just feeling angry when writing this lol #you get to stabby stab klausy klaus #klaus mikaelson x reader #klaus mikaelson #he quells your anger #the originals #wayward fics

[hatchet-scandal]

masterlist of my hatchetfield/sk (& tcb) fics. for those who care & may be interested in reading them!

hatchetfield

"love with no place to go" (lautski, mostly about pete's grief)

"it starts up in our bedroom after the war" (richie/pete/steph, richie lives au)

"do you see him?" (paul & wilbur interaction, pre-nmt lore)

hatchetfield x tcb cinematic universe

"i'm almost me again, [he's] almost you" (spycoffee, agent curt mega x paul matthews)

"'cause when i can't take it, go ahead: do it, do it." (spycoffee)

"and when you planned your day, baby, did you count on meeting me?" (spycoffee, college au, abandoned)

spies are forever

"old partner in crime, i'm going to try and fall in love with you again" (cowen, fix-it fic, wip?)

"ruining myself" (curt character study)

"a pressing matter" (cowen, soulmate au)

wayward guide for the untrained eye

"a study of a stolen sweatshirt" (sybilus/paul)

"valentine's vignette" (ensemble piece)

"if i wait, i might never tell you" (sybilus/paul)

#make fun of me abt spycoffee and i kill u dead #also some of these are SO OLDDDD #anyway #my fics #nerdy prudes must die #peter spankoffski #richie lipschitz #stephanie lauter #npmd #hatchetfield #spies are forever #agent curt mega #owen carvour #wayward guide for the untrained eye #sybilus silver ii #paul schue-horyn

[artsyunderstudy]

“Others have already kissed him without his permission, and I shouldn't either. But there is a small, tiny part of me—like something tucked away in a back cupboard—that wonders … what about me? Why not me?”

Snow, Baz and the Seven Bunces by Lakewitch

Carry On Countdown | Day Three: AU

This year I decided I wanted to honor the incredibly talented fic writers of this fandom, so I chose one fic per prompt to do an illustration for. I didn't double up on authors so that I could do this for as many people as possible. I realized while planning this that there are way too many fics and authors that I love, and even after having picked 30 of what I consider some of my very favorites, I could have easily kept going. Please check the fics out if you haven’t, they all come highly recommended.

#snowbaz #Simon snow #baz pitch #carry on #wayward son #any way the wind blows #rainbow rowell #Simon snow trilogy #coc 2023 #carry on countdown #artsyart #if anyone knows Lakewitch’s tumblr please let me know!! #I’ve read this fic a million times #it’s my comfort read #still a day behind #woop woop

[shemakesmeforget]

I might be too drunk, and he might be too high, but I'm looking at him, and he is looking straight back at me and suddenly the crowd is gone, it's only us. No crowd, no cameras, so if I get close it's just for us and if I sing it's just for him.

#carry on #snowbaz #simon snow #baz pitch #rainbow rowell #wayward son #any way the wind blows #simon snow series #simon snow trilogy #bandom au #coming soon in fic format maybe most def in art format #the lore I have for this is immense comparing to the actual fan work I have #so ask me about it lol #my art

[sunshowersanddandelionwine]

Humanity was, at its very core, cruel. Despite all the preaching otherwise, despite whatever bullshit that naive, sheltered philosophers and thinkers expounded upon throughout the ages, humanity was a master in the art of cruelty. It didn’t matter how kind, how selfless, how good someone claimed to be. At their heart of hearts, in their very core, in the essence and fiber and atoms of their being, they could never be rid of that black stain ingrained into the very soul (or lack thereof). A capability to enact a violence most thought unthinkable. Ghost had known it all his life. Had been witness to the countless shades of easy brutality, the unthinking callousness, the all too familiar malice and spite of humankind. He had partaken in it himself more than he would ever admit aloud. Blood and pain dripped from every inch of him, some put there by his own hand and some by the uncaring hands of others. Pain and cruelty followed him like a loyal hound, always one step behind and to the left, lurking in the corners of his vision with flashing white fangs and empty black eyes. He knew that there were some who had not indulged in that cruelty, not intentionally. Who would sooner take a bullet than point the barrel at another with intent to harm. Still, that possibility lingered.  Looming. Haunting. Always waiting for the moment when they gave in. Some could resist the siren song of urges crooning in their ears, but no one’s resistance could last forever. Everyone had a breaking point. Everyone had a limit to their grace. Ghost was not a good man. He had never claimed to be so, not even as a child. He was so steeped in blood and darkness, made of so many broken shards of glass and so much gnarled scar tissue, that he wasn’t sure if he could be considered truly human anymore. He wondered if that part of him was trapped beneath dirt and pine boards, or in that house full of mocking laughter and snake scales. He was so far from good, it felt impossible to separate himself from the faceless mass of shadows that clung to him with knobby, clawed hands. He might be the Ghost, but he himself was haunted by more phantoms than he could name.

tumblr can have the first bit of "move heaven and earth" as a lil treat <3

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