#Maybe I'll post it to Ao3 and continue it eventually

[doevademe]

Spy x Family au where Percy is a spy from Westalis and Nico is an assassin in training from Ostania

"Damn it!" Nico kept repeating under his breath. Garden was definitely not going to like this. It was one of their cardinal rules.

Protect the peace, weed out what threatens it, leave no evidence.

He had messed up the last step, and now everyone would know Judge Thorn had been murdered instead of quietly passing away during a night of excesses.

He really didn't deserve his 'Ghost King' codename.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw some people in suits rushing towards the whore house where the body was. Nico cursed again. There was no way he could clean up now.

If it was the Secret Police, Garden may finally be more than just a "debunked" rumor among Ostania's elite.

He had also spent too much time. Jason and Reyna might be wondering why he was taking so long in the bathroom.

"My first solo mission, too..."

Sighing in defeat, Nico slipped through the night. Even if Garden's cover was blown open, its assassins needed to remain as inconspicuous as always. In that case, even more so.

He couldn't afford to make his coworkers suspect a thing.

"What took you so long?" Reyna asked with a raised eyebrow. "We were thinking you ditched us."

"Um... someone was... getting it on in the bathroom," he said, thinking of the first excuse that came to mind. "IT would have been awkward to come out of the stall..."

"You could have joined," Leo, Jason's best friend and the guy who had dragged them all here, slurred, drunk already. "'snot like you have a girlfriend or anything..."

Jason and Reyna looked uncomfortable. Right, him being attracted to men was sort of an open secret at work. If the authorities found out, he would have to apply for a permit and pay a tax he (supposedly) couldn't afford to 'give back' to Ostanian families who could produce offspring.

Not good if he wanted to keep his cover. Especially without a romantic partner.

"Gross," Nico said. "I thought we were partying because you got engaged."

"Sure did!" Leo cheered. "Hey, another round!"

Nico sighed. He hated cheap booze, but the backstory Garden had come up with required him to come from a humble household before landing a low-ranking job at an important Public Relations Agency. With such a background, it would be bizarre for him not to enjoy beer.

Nico Werner was a regular guy living day to day. Nico di Angelo, the child of the former Minister of Foreign Affairs who enjoyed fancy cocktails and whose father had been way too chummy with Westalis for the Party's liking, had died alongside his family after a terrorist attack.

"I'll go dance for a while," he said, tired of taking sips of the cheap booze. His friends nodded, while Leo laughed at nothing.

He looked over his shoulder, worried to see the guys in suits or the Secret Police already looking for him.

He bumped into someone.

"Hey," A nice voice said. Nico looked back to find himself staring at aqua colored... no, sea green eyes. "Are you okay?"

The guy smiled charmingly. Nico felt his face grow hotter.

"Y-yeah," he stuttered. "Just... didn't look where I was going."

"It's okay... want to dance?"

Nico's eyes bulged. He looked around and then at the guy's pocket. Sure enough, the card that identified this man as attracted to the same gender was clearly visible, as ordered by the Party.

"Wha... I'm not... I mean I am, but I can't afford..."

"It's just a dance, I'm not asking to marry you," the guy winked. "I'm Percy, by the way, Percy Jackson."

"...Nico Werner."

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Seastrand observed as WISE agents removed the body of Judge Stefan Thorn from the empty room. The man had been a piece of work, and had ties to Nationalist extremists that now would find it very difficult to get away with just fines and slaps on the wrist for their crimes against Westalis immigrants.

"I don't know how you two can remain like nothing's wrong," Grover, their informant said, face a little green from all the blood. "I mean, he got stabbed in the throat!"

"The heart, too," Owl commented, her long blond hair tied back as she cleaned up the scene. "Whoever did this knew exactly how to make the death quick... but still painful."

Seastrand nodded, smiling a bit.

"If people saw this, it would create strife between the East and the West," he said. "So, what's the story?"

Owl shrugged.

"The wounds were almost imperceptible if not for the blood," She said. "We'll return him home and send a mortician to say he overdosed on some substance."

"To think that not even WISE may have known if we hadn't been following him," he said. "Too bad it had to be tonight, I was planning on building my cover's finishing touches."

"Then go do so, Seastrand," Owl said, smiling a bit. "You are key for Operation Mistletoe."

Seastrand nodded and ran to the bar.

Operation Mistletoe. Like the parasitic plant, his mission was to infiltrate the Party and weaken it from the inside, infiltrating as a diversity hire after being recommended by the Party's favored PR agency.

He needed an in with the firm, though.

Enter Nico Werner. His files had caught Seastrand's eye from the initial investigation. He was easy on the eyes, and reports showed him to be an unremarkable everyman who happened to be attracted to males, but without the financial stability to afford an Ostanian permit.

The guy would soon be forced to find a girlfriend, or be interrogated extensively by the government and fined for keeping his orientation a secret.

Percy Jackson would be the helping hand Nico could hold on to, maybe even helping him with his permit, and in exchange, he would introduce Percy to the PR agency, where he would wow with his political savvy (that he didn't have, but WISE would coach him to fake it) and be one step closer to weakening the Party before the next elections.

He saw his target immediately. The young man was very pale, with intelligent yet wary eyes. Seastrand observed as he took some sips of his beer like he was being forced to (not a drinker?) and talked to his friends.

He needed to make this introduction natural. He needed Nico Werner to want to be his friend.

(Seastrand wouldn't mind being more, but it would be cruel to leave him once he was done with his mission)

Maybe he put on too much of a flirty attitude, however. Maybe the guy was not as innocent and inexperienced as his files indicated.

It was the only logical reasoning for why Seastrand had been woken up by the sound of a shower, naked on Nico's bed.

He tried to retrace his steps, trying to find when things went wrong. Maybe when he offered Nico a fancy drink, or maybe when, during their talk, Nico had told him about never getting a card unless he had someone he wanted to date. All the while looking at him with those dark brown eyes.

It hadn't been for the mission's sake. Seastrand knew that. He had found Nico Werner attractive from the beginning, but to lose control like that... what kind of spy was he?

"I meant what I said last night," Nico said, making him look up. "I don't have money for an extra tax, and I like you Percy, but not enough to actually date you."

"Why not?" He asked curiously, even though he should be taking the chance to try and salvage the relationship as platonic.

"I... don't want the government meddling in my life," he admitted quietly. "Unless I really, really like the guy... I want to remain hidden."

"You can't do that forever, though," Seastrand said, trying to get his head back on the mission.

"Why not?"

"How old are you? 22? 23?" Nico Werner was 23 years old. He had come from a rural town a few hours away from the capital before his high marks at school landed him a job at the Party's preferred PR agency. "By the time you're 24 the government will start getting suspicious about your lack of dating life. Maybe even interrogate you."

He didn't need to say anymore. With all the rumors of spies from Westalis, the interrogation of anyone suspicious would definitely fall to the Secret Police rather than the regular authorities. They were experts who could extract any secret from anybody.

Nico looked far more troubled at that than Seastrand expected him to. Maybe his financial situation was far more dire than he had initially thought.

"What do you suggest, then?"

"Maybe we're not ready to date," Seastrand said, understanding. "But I have a few funds stored up. Let me help you get your permit, and who knows, maybe in the process, you'll like me enough to date me."

He winked. Percy Jackson had shown himself to be a charmer interested in Nico Werner. He had to keep his persona consistent.

"You really are willing to do all that just for a guy you just met?" Nico asked, surprised.

Crap, that was too much for too little, wasn't it?

"I'm also looking for a place to live," he said quickly. "I can crash on your couch until I find something more permanent, the dating prospect is just a nice bonus."

Well, there went his bachelor pad that could double as a base. Percy really was an idiot.

Nico seemed to think it over before nodding.

"I have a guest room, you can use it," he said, smiling. "Who knows? It might be nice, not needing to hide anymore."

Seastrand smiled back, hiding his bitterness.

"Yeah, not having to lie is refreshing."

#I may have gotten way too invested in this one #it's like 1.6k words wtf #Maybe I'll post it to Ao3 and continue it eventually #who knows? #Percico #my writing #writing prompt #ask #anonymous

[wolfjackle-creates]

You know what, I'm just gonna self plug all my AO3 one shots now. I really enjoy them. I've locked everything to AO3 users only, but I still have an invite or two if there's anyone who doesn't have an account and wants to read them. Just send an ask or DM and I'll get one to you!

The Nurses Demands: Bruce gets a call from Tim's school. The nurse has ordered him to take Tim home.

Mr. Fenton was not pleased to see Red Robin on the streets when he knew Tim Drake had a broken arm. And he will make sure Bruce Wayne knows he is not pleased.

This one is more feral!adult!Danny. He's a retired hero who will not let the teen vigilantes of Gotham get away with working while injured. Bruce is blindsided by this random nurse knowing so much about their nightlife. I have ~ideas~ for how things would go after this, but idk if I'll ever write them. If anyone sends and ask, I'll definitely give a summary of some of my thoughts! (I've shared some before, but never in a cohesive fashion.)

It's my most popular fic on AO3, apparently. Which, wild.

2.7k words

Remember, Remember: Danny is a failed clone of Dick by the Court of Owls. Erasing his memory, they threw him out onto the world where he eventually got adopted by the Fentons. If the portal accident somehow knocked loose the mental block hiding his memories… Who knows what could happen.

I imagine Danny to be ~17 (physically) in this. He was aged up to ~8 when created, so he's about 9 or 10 years old from the time of creation.

This might be my favorite one shot of mine. I'd love to continue it, but I just don't have any concrete ideas for where I'd take it or how it'd go. And there's so many other projects I'm working on. Maybe one day.

1.3k words

Electricity: Danny Phantom has been brought into the Justice League and it's great!

Or, well, it would be if Danny could be paired with anyone who wasn't an electricity user. The post-mission panic attacks are getting old and Jazz is worried.

What can I say, I love writing panic attacks.

This is one of the first one shots I wrote for the fandom that I was really proud of. I will always be fond of it for that reason.

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And that's it for the AO3 one shots! There's a few more on Tumblr only that I've shared today or are in my masterpost. I'll eventually get those transferred over, too. Been a great year of writing!

#dpxdc #one shots #my one shots #at least the ones that have made it to ao3 #i really need to get the others transferred

[jedi-enthusiast]

My [ongoing] CodyWan Fic Masterlist

Hello! Sorry that this post is a little late, as I said in another post, I've been busy and it kinda got sidetracked--but it's here now!

This rec list isn't gonna be as long as the other one, since I haven't really had time to get into new fics (life stuff + the work of writing my own fic), but there a still a good chunk of them + a couple are series.

They're gonna be separated into "Ongoing" and "Abandoned" so that way you know what you're getting into and I'll put more info in the description--and yes, I'm recommending a couple abandoned works because I think they're still good and maybe with enough support the authors will decide to continue. Either way, they're good fics.

Ongoing

shoulder the sky by @shootingstarpilot

Have I already recced this series? Yes. Am I still reccing it again? Also yes.

I seriously cannot rave enough about how awesome and well done this fic is, and no amount of me harping on it will ever do it thejustice it deserves. This fic has made me laugh, cry, get really pissed at the characters, and it has me waiting (im)patiently for every update--like, every single day I check Ao3 and it's just to check if this fic has updated.

It handles Jedi and Clone culture beautifully and adds in so much interesting world building, it perfectly balances out the fluff with the angst, it handles grief and PTSD very well, and so many other things! The author is also honestly just very sweet and even takes time out of his day to reply to as many comments as possible (which is insane, because there are always like 70+ comments on every chapter).

The Emperor and His Mandalorian by wanderingjedihistorian (RangerJedi67)

Technically I think this would be considered finished, but the author has added a new work to the series every couple months since I found it, so I'm adding it here just in case.

It's a Sith!Obi-Wan AU where Obi-Wan kicks Palpatine's ass and becomes Emperor and marries Cody, son of Manda'lor Jango Fett, as an agreement when Mandalore surrenders to him. I honestly really like how this fic handles Obi-Wan as a Sith and how that affects his actions and relationships with others, as well as Cody being a sort of "balance" for Obi-Wan's dark tendencies.

I'm not even a big fan of Sith!Obi-Wan fics, but this series is the one that got me to start reading some of them--so it definitely comes recommended!

no one left to sing to by slotmachines_fearofgod

This fic is a really interesting take on what would happen in TCW if Cody took more of an active role in the story. I love the author's take on Cody's character and how both his duty to his brothers and all the Kamino bullshit effects how Cody handles Obi-Wan and his feelings towards him.

Also the ending of the most recent update had me screaming and crying at my computer.

The art of living anyway by Itstwointhemorningwhyamiawake

A "Rex is Force-sensitive" fic that follows Cody and Obi-Wan's relationship as well. This fic is pretty new, so I don't really know where it's going, but the first two chapters have been amazing so far!

Abandoned

the sun is just a star by clementines_and_colorful_things

It's hard to give this fic a description that does it justice, but it's honestly really really good. It's basically a slow burn that follows Obi-Wan and Cody through TCW and, according to the tags, would eventually lead to Order 66 happening differently than in RotS.

More Than Blood by generalekenobi

Where Order 66 happens a bit differently and Cody and Obi-Wan end up on the run with baby Luke and Leia, having to masquerade as a Mandalorian couple to do so (uh-huh, yep, totally fake--them have feelings for each other? never).

I really love how this fic gives Cody agency and lets him go "no, we're not doing that, try again" and actually effect the story's outcome. It makes the story a lot more interesting and adds to the dynamic between Cody and Obi-Wan--both relationship-wise and in their newfound mission in taking care of the twins.

I Can Barely Recall (but it's all coming back to me now) by Shortcuts_make_long_delays

Ok, so I don't know if this fic is abandoned or just taking a while to update, so I just put it here--just be aware of that.

This is a Modern!AU where Cody and Obi-Wan used to date, but broke up due to something that keeps being hinted at but not overtly stated (and fuck, I just wanna know what happened! It's killing me!), and now Cody meets his ex "Ben" again when he turns out to be Obi-Wan, Anakin's older brother.

This fic is really interesting and well written and, like I said before, I really just want to know wtf the accident is--the suspense is killing me! Ahhhhhh!

Honorable Mention

An honorable mention for Not This Crude Matter by thebitterbeast

This fic was gonna be apart of the "ongoing" section, but the final part was posted like right after I posted my finished CodyWan rec list.

This series isn't just centered around Cody and Obi-Wan, but I still think it handles their relationship--and other relationships--beautifully. It centers mainly around Jedi culture and it's honestly one of my favorite takes on it. I can't recommend this series enough!

#ao3 fanfic #codywan #codywan fanfic #star wars #fanfic #codywan fic recs #fic recs #I hope you guys like this list as much as the last one #show fic authors some love #they deserve it

[agentwashingcat]

Casual Intimacy

Finally posting small fluff fic for my Tav (Ayla) and Gale because I love them! Cross posted on ao3! (I'll reblog with link after I post!)

Ayla finished washing and braiding her hair, sighing happily. It felt nice to have clean hair again, after a day of murdering bandits and fighting cultists.

She glanced over at Gale, who seemed to be struggling with something similar, trying to detangle a knot with his fingers. He flopped down on his bedroll with a groan, and she giggled. “Do you need help? Don’t you have a hairbrush?”

“I did,” he grumbled, pushing himself up into a sitting position. “I lost it somewhere in the shadowlands and I figured after that there was no getting it back. Probably haunted. Although maybe it’s alright now.”

A haunted hair brush was certainly an amusing thought. But Ayla just shook her head, holding up her own brush. “Do you want me to brush your hair for you?”

Was it just an excuse to touch his hair? Yes, yes it was. But she also didn’t mind, really. Besides, it looked like a rather nasty tangle, it might be easier for her to get it out than him.

“You don’t have to do that, my love” Gale said with a sigh, holding out his hand for her brush. “I can manage.”

“Gale, I want to.” She moved to kneel behind him, gently batting his hand away. “Let me.”

“Well, since you’re apparently so determined to touch my hair,” he teased.

Ayla gently tilted his head forward, starting at the bottom and working her way up to tease the knots out of his hair. Gale was surprisingly quiet during the whole thing, enough that she started to worry she’d overstepped some boundary she’d been unaware of.

“You alright, Gale?” she asked. “You’re not usually quiet this long.”

“Sorry,” he said, letting out a little chuckle. Was it her imagination or did his voice sound shaky? “It feels quite nice is all.”

“Good.” She continued to brush his hair, past the point where she really needed to, since he didn’t object. The poor man had been stuck in his tower for a year, with only Tara for company. No wonder he was starved for intimacy.

She placed the brush to the side, running her hands gently through his hair. “I can braid it if you like,” she teased.

“Hmm, now that would be quite the look,” he said with a chuckle. “Not a good look, mind, but you’re more than welcome to, if you’d like.”

She grinned. “That’s what I like to hear.”

Gale’s hair wasn’t really long enough for a proper braid, but she did manage a single french braid down the middle. “Hmm. You’re right, it’s not really a good look for you.” She undid all her work, trying something else. Gale didn’t object to her continuing to play with his hair. In fact, he seemed to lean into her touch more and more, which encouraged her to keep going, if only to make silly hair styles.

Eventually she ran out of hair styles and stopped, gently running her hands through his hair some more. “Maybe we can make this part of our nightly routine? Me brushing your hair for you?”

“I think I’d rather like that.” He turned to look at her over his shoulder with a soft expression, reaching out to touch her hair. “You’ll have to teach me how to braid so I can do yours in return. I’m sure my fingers aren’t as dextrous as yours, but I’ll manage.”

Ayla took his hand, pressing a kiss to his palm. “Deal.”

#baldurs gate 3 #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #gale x tav #bg3 gale #my bg3 fic #I love them your honor

[lightsoutbfb]

LIGHTS OUT!

hey everyone! if you're seeing this, then you're probably wondering: what IS Lights Out?

Well, I'm here to answer those questions.

Lights Out is an au of bfb/bfdi/tpot/(whatever other acronyms ya want for the show!). More specifically, of bfb, starting around the time of bfb 3-10.

Lights Out is a horror au that centers around Liy snapping after her elimination, escaping the EXIT, and going totally apeshit.

Lights Out was originally an au that I created back in 2019, and worked on with my old friend for a bit. But we never got anywhere, and he's not really my friend anymore, so I figured I'd just do it myself (with some help from a new friend! Sorry old friend. I won't post your name here in case anyone wants to hate on you for...whatever reasons. People are strange.)

Lights Out is a horror au, and features blood and gore, violence, death, trauma, hallucinations, weapons such as knives, baseball bats, and other creative things she finds ways to use. (And maybe a gun? I dunno.) and psychological horror. If you're a little kid, or you're sensitive to these topics, I don't recommend reading it.

That being said, if you're continuing, you prolly like this kinda stuff. So let's move on!

WHAT IS LIGHTS OUT?

I plan on making it a fic, but I'd also love to make it into a comic someday. That being said, I don't have the time or art skills to do that right now, or I'd be doing it right away.

WHERE DID YOU COME UP WITH THE IDEA?

Well, I've had this headcanon for Liy for a while, and me and that friend were talking, and we were jokin around and one of us said something or other about this being a good idea for an au. So, voila! Boom!

WHY LIY?

I...dunno. I mean, she's portrayed as "snapping" in a sense during her actual elimination in bfb, so I guess I just wanted to take it up a notch.

IS THIS SERIOUS?/HOW DEDICATED ARE YOU?/DO YOU NEED HELP?/IS THIS PAID?/ETC.

This is just for fun! I always wanted to make it but I kinda forgot about it. I figured it might be fun to revamp it here, especially with a bigger audience than on the other site i was publishing it on. It's not paid, I might not get around to doing it for a long time, and I don't really need anymore help than I'm already getting!

DOES MY FAV DIE?

Probably. I mean, unless your fav is Liy then...pretty good chance of it. I won't spoil it, though!

63 to go...

WHERE CAN I READ IT?

Probably here (on Tumblr) or on AO3. I'm undecided.

WHEN WILL YOU START?/WHEN WILL IT BE UPDATED?

I don't know. Could be any time from within a few days to a few months. I'm a tad busy with stuff right now, so I'll get to it eventually.

WILL THE POTENTIAL COMIC OR COMICS HAVE GRAPHIC VIOLENCE/BLOOD/GORE? WILL THE FIC HAVE THIS?

YES. LIGHTS OUT IS A HORROR/PSYCHOLOGICAL HORROR AU AND WILL HAVE GRAPHIC/POTENTIALLY DETAILED DEPICTIONS OF VIOLENCE, BLOOD AND GORE, CHARACTER DEATHS, MURDER, KILLING, VIOLENT/INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS, AND PSYCHOLOGICAL HORROR INCLUDING BUT NOT LIMITED TO HALLUCINATIONS, TRAUMA, PANIC ATTACKS, VIOLENT IMPULSES, BREAKDOWNS, PARANOIA, SUICIDAL/HOMICIDAL/BOTH THOUGHTS, AND DELUSIONS.

IF ANY OF THESE MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE, UPSET YOU, OR COULD TRIGGER PTSD, PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS. GO FIND SOMETHING ELSE.

With that out of the way, here we go!

Also, yes, I moved blogs. This is its own main now! Yippee ☆

#lights out au #liy bfb #osc #bfb #lights out bfb #bfb au #bfdi #tpot

[erosathelstan]

WARNING: Spoilers for Act 3

I don't really have much BG3 friends irl and I have a lot of thoughts that I cannot put into proper writing yet so I'll just post it here:

As much as I love the idea of giving Astarion an item that allows him to walk in the sun (my durge also does that, bcs in my headcanon the "Sunwalker's Gift" is the perfect item to do just that) I just want to talk about one other thing that Astarion mentions about being a vampire that I don't see a lot of people posting about: the aspect of hunger.

In one of his conversations with a Dark Urge PC, he mentions being unable to speak and think clearly when he wasn't able to feed for a long time because the hunger deprives him of reason. During one of the post-Cazador dialogues, too (if you kill Cazador without him, regardless if you're DU or Tav) he talks about being condemned to an eternity of hunger without being able to make a choice about it. Freedom to choose and consent is a major theme in Astarion's story, and with Cazador gone, that hunger then becomes the primary contender for his ability to choose for himself, because that hunger can literally rob him of reason when left unchecked.

Yes, he's also a murder hobo and wouldn't even blink twice if he had to kill someone, especially if it's for the sake of keeping himself safe and well-fed. At the moment, considering that our Tav/Durge is also a willing Personal Juicebox™ for his twink ass, then the guy is pretty much food secure. However, I don't think that later on in their relationship, he'd be comfortable with continuing that arrangement with their partner - whether it's due to old age/sickness on Tav's part, or some sort of self-realization that we can all only headcanon about. Him hunting down criminals/vagrants/random strangers also inadvertently puts Tav and whatever home they've made in danger, as someone at some point will want to hunt the vampire that killed their friend/family/workmate/what-have-you. Idk maybe some mofo with a strong sense of justice will also eventually go after his ass because he's a total menace to society.

Fighting is not a problem, or at least at first. Tav can fight. Tav literally led the group into fucking up an Elder Brain ffs, so what's a couple of vampire hunters and/or vengeful band of misfits, amiryt? But again, it will be kinda tiring to have to always be on guard, because someone might just kill you and the love of your life because you fed on someone else's. Also, again, he can fight for as long as he needs to, but what about Tav? Esp if our Tavs are not from long-lived races.

Part of getting Astarion's life back has to not only include making him able to stand in the sun again, but also ridding him of that hunger. Vampiric hunger can be an all-consuming thing that could put both him and his lover in significant danger. Whether he as a character would want to address this is a matter of our personal interpretations as fans/writers/artists, but I personally want to see more of this aspect of his vampirism being explored in fan works.

Anyway, I have said too many words. Maybe I need to finally give in and go hunting in Ao3 for this type of content. But for now, I slep 🙃

#Astarion #astarion ancunin #Dark Urge #Tav #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #Random ramblings #I need more friends that play this game ffs #the pale elf #just how much redemption can we give him? #basically just break my heart some more maybe #like... maybe Tav/Durge dies in pursuit for a cure for his vampirism???

[tleeaves]

Wasting Beats In This Heart Of Mine - how it would have ended

Hello, folks! As some of you already know or have heard me mention previously, my TLH fanfic WBITHOM is coming to an end. I am no longer comfortable with it being in the public eye since it involves a lot of personal stuff for me, and so I have decided to delete the fic entirely on every platform it's been published on (that's Quotev, AO3, and Wattpad) rather than rewrite the entire thing. This will also finally give me the chance to focus on other written works. Maybe I'll return to fandom with a rewrite one day for anyone interested, but for now, the future is dedicated to other things. The fic will be deleted in 48 hours, so readers on Quotev and AO3 have a chance to download the unfinished fic if they so desire before then or just have one last read. I ask that no one rewrites or adds an ending to my fic and publishes it anywhere without my knowledge and permission. Never put an author's work through AI either. I still have several copies of my fanfic and its outline, so I will always have evidence of where the story comes from.

WBITHOM is a monster, with the master document coming to well over 150,000 words and the fic so far being ~146,000 words (the entire outline and all my notes makes up over 4,000 words, yes). I predict that, had I finished the fic, it would come close to 188,000 words (so, there was a decent ways to go still). It's the biggest thing I've attempted, but because of that, it is also the most time-consuming (it's been almost a year and a half of writing, and each chapter either takes two full days to write or weeks) and it takes up the most space in my head, not really leaving room for the other ideas I want to explore.

So, as someone suggested, I thought I'd give readers who were hoping to see the fic to its proper end some closure. That's what this post is for: how it would have ended. Along the way, I'll explain some things too about recurring themes and motifs and all manner of behind the scenes and thoughts behind my ideas.

Character Arc Summaries

As readers know, this story follows the characters of Lila Raftis, James Herondale, Cordelia Carstairs, and Matthew Fairchild. They're all the most significant figures, though we do see other perspectives and side characters too. Essentially, Lila Raftis struggles with loneliness due to a myriad of other issues she has to work through, and James Herondale's arc starts with his depression and turns into a journey to authenticity where he feels like his own person and not just what he has been written or expected to be. Cordelia Carstairs' physical state of being lost extends to how lost she is within, and she ends realising that she has been continuously defining herself through other people. I see her as leaving London and the love triangle with James and (unconfessed) Matthew (and Lila) to deconstruct a lot of the ideals she was trying to live up to and why. As for Matthew Fairchild, I made the deliberate decision for him to turn into a werewolf and have that separation from Shadowhunter society so that he could pursue the arts and build a better life that he would find more satisfaction with, also eventually becoming sober. I took inspiration from his time at the academy, particularly when he turns to Lila in one of the earlier acts and asks if it's so bad to not be a Shadowhunter. At first, he regrets turning, but I planned for him to wind up relieved.

Honestly, while this work is very self-insert (and that's not a bad thing generally, but I've been finding it uncomfortable as time goes on, so that's why I prefer to take it down and keep it to myself), it was also my way of going How It Should Have Ended for the TLH series as a whole. I started it before ChoT, yes, but that book only led to minor changes and alternate paths taken -- I was already using ChoI as a base to steer these characters in the directions I thought they should go.

The Rest Of Act Three

The rest of Act Three of the fanfic is summarised below (...at length. It's a lengthy summary).

We ended the fanfic on the chapter where James and Lila returned to London, 1903 of his dimension. He was gravely wounded in his left arm, which ends up being amputated despite the efforts of Lila and Lucie (and Gus' help too). This is, of course, a reference to the recent fan art of James where a headcanon went around that the reason we couldn't see his other arm was because it just didn't exist. I took it and ran, which was not planned. I knew I wanted James injured so that Lila could return the care he once had shown her when she was wounded badly, but it wasn't going to be as severe as it ended up being. This is how we ended up at the Institute instead of 48 Curzon Street as I had previously planned for the chapter. James was going to be fine, but Cordelia had decided to confront Lila about several things, and they'd end the night having kissed -- which in turn leads Lila to going for a walk to clear her head and her subsequently getting kidnapped by Jonathan Bell (the Other James from another dimension). Anyway, the change did make some of these plot points awkward (😭) hence why I spent ages editing the make out between Lila and Cordelia because I could not decide how it should start and end. It was a nightmare. As Silver pointed out, it didn't make a whole lot of sense in the order of events (Cordelia should have gone to see James first), but I was in a mad rush to finally release the update since I knew people were waiting. The kidnapping also was not quite as dramatic as I envisioned it, but oh well. I'm actually quite happy with the rest of the chapter though.

From there comes the rest of the fic that readers probably will not get to experience, so that's why I'm writing this out, so you at least know the mysteries that I won't get to reveal and how we get to the end.

Jonathan Bell kidnaps Lila and, through the use of shadow, they end up in Paris, France. This is where Matthew also fled after his mother released him from the Silent City cells after he persuaded her into it. Lila ending up there and being away from both James and Cordelia, and spending more one-on-one time with our antagonist and Matthew since the earlier parts of the book was always intended.

Jonathan is revealed to have possession of another silver pen, which is a reference to a previous fanfic I wrote (also deleted) called Chain of Lies, where the pen could literally rewrite reality if you used your own blood for ink. In Jonathan's dimension, Lila ended up staying in his world and marrying him, but she also dies of a mysterious sickness during their honeymoon, so he uses the pen to go back in time and cancel their honeymoon, under the impression she would not get sick. Instead, she was hit by a car several days earlier, and died in the accident. Jonathan goes back again to stop that from happening, but Lila ends up dying again anyway, over and over again in different ways, every time Jonathan reverses time to prevent each event from occurring. Eventually, he goes so far back in their timeline together that he's reliving the December when they met, and that's how he knows how to divert the accidents in WBITHOM that threaten harm to this other dimension's Lila (are you still with me?). But before that, he created a time loop in that December of his dimension just trying to keep Lila alive for two years of his life whereas everyone else remained the same, but stuck in time. It's supposed to be very angsty and tragic, and it's a demonstration of one of James Herondale's core traits eventually twisting horribly wrong: how he would do anything for those he loves, whether that be family, friends, or lovers.

This character flaw/strength is something I reference lightly a few times throughout the fanfic, mostly in the ways he is concerned about the safety of his family and friends which he tries to find out from Lila, who has read Chain of Iron and knows what the future is supposed to be, and then how he reflects on how he does not know what he would do when someone he loves dies. Honestly, the issue is that he cares too much about people, which is both a good thing and a bad thing, depending on how far it goes. Jonathan is the literal embodiment of what would happen if James' care went too far, if it bordered on obsession, if he wanted to keep someone from dying so bad that he would sacrifice everything else, even the universe.

So, Jonathan finally confesses to the time-loop and explains that as a drastic measure, he tried finding Lila in another dimension to see if he could save her there, but this tearing of the time-loop to escape it worsened a tear that Cordelia had already created in her fight with Belial and the Mandikhor to such a point that it started growing and expanding and destroying the fabric of time and space between dimensions and the universe as a whole. You know, wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey... stuff (Doctor Who reference for those who get it). The thing he did not realise though is that in this timeline, Lila is not meant to die, so long as she goes back home instead of staying in 1903 (he still doesn't know this, it's just a fact I would have explained to the readers when we meet Circe, the employer of Poppy Morad (P.M.) and Saint Nicholas). This is supposed to leave Lila conflicted, because as much as she wants to hate his guts for being the reason for her family disappearing and the worlds ending, even this Other James is a reflection of her own nature, which is another thing that's been lingering beneath the surface for the duration as the fic: while James has a doppelganger that demonstrates who he might become if he cannot accept loss, he and Lila have similarities boiling beneath the surface that go unnoticed until an outburst we saw Lila have where she basically accuses James of being just like her (not complimentary at the time).

Lila as a character is someone who cares deeply, but is willing to sacrifice herself and others to protect what or who she cares deeply about (yet we also see her choose self-preservation over self-sacrifice a few times before she truly starts acting in service of others). Her circle of people she cares about is more limited than James', but the shared sentiments still stand. Plus, the way Jonathan has acted this entire time has always bordered on unnerving or odd -- I did that on purpose. He's been driven to obsession, where he's basically an extreme of what James and Lila believe in. And he is both James and not James in this way, if that makes sense. We see in one of Lila's nightmares earlier in the book Jonathan saying it does not matter which version of him he is or which version of her she is -- they belong together. Fully delusional at this point, but it's meant to be scary. I'm kind of obsessed that Jonathan is also a mirror for Lila to see how she might look to her James: someone who knows you way too well, but you've also never met nor know much about at all (she might know James but she does not know this one), who's inexplicably fixated on you (granted, James did not even begin to guess Lila's feelings, and hers were rather superficial in a way until they spent more time together).

Anyway, basically, the start of this rewrite of Chain of Lies pretty much began with these dynamics between the two Jameses and Lila. It was a whole thing with diagrams and late night ranting to my poor sister and everything.

So, of course, Lila is conflicted and she also does not know how she's supposed to get Jonathan to reverse the problem he has created -- whether he's also supposed to go back to his dimension and whether that will be enough to repair the tear. Most of this happens in the Notre Dame cathedral because I said so (I like cathedrals as settings, sue me if you dare).

Meanwhile, Matthew has been in Paris and totally avoiding Charles, so he also hears nothing of Will and Tessa being notified about James' injury in London and leaving by portal. But he does hear some French Shadowhunter gossip about the Consul's werewolf son's disappearance when he discovers Lila being taken to the cathedral by a masked man. Then ensues a solo rescue operation. Honestly, I always have a lot of fun writing Matthew, it's hard not to include him more. Anyway, the rescue is successful, and he takes Lila back to his hotel room to lay low for the night before he gets her back to London with the others (since he recognises that they must have no idea where she is, what happened, and she's an integral part of solving this whole mess, as people are still disappearing in this world).

I had a really nice scene planned that I'd been waiting the entire book to write, but basically Lila and Matthew spend a sober night together (as opposed to their time in the Silent City together) where they talk about all their woes, including their love lives, and eventually they get on to the topic of how they could have smoothed over both their dilemmas if they just had each other as lovers, if only their similarities were not such that would probably be self-destructive at this point in their lives. Because we've seen often in the book other characters compare these two, but it's these two themselves who recognise that, yes, they are alike in some ways, but not the ways it counts in order to have a healthy romantic relationship. They settle on being good friends. Matthew also takes her measurements so they can pick up some quick changes of clothes since Lila's still wearing her grimy outfit she wore during the explosion. And she also brings up that she knows he's an artist, but asks that she have the chance to sketch him, and he offers to do so in return, so they spend the rest of the night drawing, which I just find so sweet. There's not much significance in that at face value, it's just cute, but I also see Matthew embracing an old hobby as one of the first steps he takes in moving on from all his pain and finding better outlets for it.

Also, the platonic nature between Lila and Matthew, the complicated romance with James and Cordelia, and then all the familial themes and side-plots going on are all part of an idea I had going into this that I wanted to demonstrate many facets of love and the importance of each in their individual right. If anything, given the extreme slowburn I've come at James/Lila/Cordelia with particularly, I want to end this book purposefully with none of them winding up together because so many other things mattered more than their romance, and even the kind of loves they have for each other are a reason they don't end up staying because they would all rather see each other safe and not see each other at all than know they might cause other problems by being in the wrong dimensions.

Anyway, because I do multiple perspectives for everything, while Matthew and Lila and Jonathan have their bit going on in Paris, back in London we see James coming to terms with his disability and in all his rumination over what's happened and Lila being missing but him being unable to go out and find her, James finally (FINALLY!) realises his romantic feelings for Lila. This also leads to a scene between him and Cordelia where they both discuss Lila and their feelings for her. Cordelia also confesses how she has felt for James for a long time, but she also explains that she wants nothing to come of it anymore because she does not see herself settling down with him like she previously thought. James is a bit stung by this (I mean, my guy had no idea about Cordelia's true feelings until now and then she also springs a rejection on him at the same time when he's just begun to realise some of his own feelings around her) but is ultimately relieved since he feels he needs more time to figure out who he is and the life he wants without the bracelet numbing him.

We also would have seen Poppy Morad and Saint Nicholas again and their increasing distress and alarm with how difficult Jonathan Bell has been to track and control since he's hared of to Paris with Lila.

When Jonathan finds out Lila's gone, he feels betrayed and frustrated by his failure. Because while he feels he has saved her, she's refusing to be his as she once was in his dimension (also why he was confused and then against her leaving and going home earlier in the story). The world is breaking down around him (we start to see parts of Paris going up in flames, not unlike London 2021 of Lila's dimension) and he's about to go track Lila down again (but now he's going a bit more heavily into Villain Mode).

We also see Poppy Morad closing in on Jonathan as he returns to London when she's defecting orders from Circe, her higher up, to take him down instead of corralling Lila's effects on the timeline.

Lila and Matthew return to London on Christmas Eve just hours before the end of the world properly starts in 1903. This is also when she and James interact for the first time since he passed out on the bridge several days ago. I was a bit undecided on how I wanted this scene to look, other than I needed them to finally confess their feelings for each other in the rain like a cliche after they have an argument where Lila says that James has everything she wants (and this is where we realise the root of her problem in this whole book is not simply loneliness, but a dissatisfaction with herself and her life, which has lent itself to the more superficial issues she's been having) but that ultimately she also just wanted him though she knows she cannot be with him without risking everything. So, when James confesses his side, they decide to spend what little time they have left with each other as best as they can. (And this where I as an author push them together like Barbie dolls and go "now kiss").

Have I mentioned this story has too many layers and plot points and it's been driving me mad this entire time I've been writing it? Anyway.

They quickly determine with The Gang™️ that "Belial" and "Lilith" are not who they seem to be anymore, because while Alastair just got arrested for the murder of Lilian Highsmith (oh yeah, that happens while Lila and Matthew are in Paris, because I wanted a reversal where it's Thomas who stands up for Alastair when he's accused of murder, just for funsies) everything else that has happened seems to be related to whoever this P.M. (remember when Cordelia was also accused of murder because Filomena thought she saw Cordelia when she was attacked?) and Matthew body double is (spoiler: Poppy Morad and Saint Nicholas are codenames for other versions of Cordelia Carstairs and Matthew Fairchild in another timeline, I'll explain more about this later, but what you can probably surmise already is that this alternate Cordelia has taken the place of Belial within this dimension and is the one murdering all the victims (including her father. That was a difficult point, because we see in a PM and Saint Nick scene that he's concerned about whether she can go through with it) and Matthew has taken Lilith's place in some minor ways (like hiding and then handing back Cortana at the right moments)).

Anyway, because Lila's kind of behind on some events, she goes to confess to Cordelia (but explain how she also feels about James), when Cordelia says there's a lot more she wants out of life before she pursues romance again. That she's been so consumed by it, by finding love, by getting married, she's lost who she is beneath it all. (Have you noticed the theme for every character in this fic is basically authenticity and finding oneself despite whatever circumstances they find themselves in?)

Then, we also would have seen Lila dedicate herself to taking down Jonathan herself since he's the main problem that's tearing things apart and perhaps if he's killed then he can no longer influence time and reality.

Vaguely, I had planned that James and Lila would have what my outline says is "an emotional night together" because it could mean literally anything and I wasn't totally sure where I wanted it to go. So. Interpret that one how you will with whatever you prefer, honestly. Anyway, while that's happening, we see Matthew go home to his mother who is, understandably, worried sick and mad because he never wrote to her like he was supposed to and Charles return without him. We see Matthew collapse into her arms and just sob. That was the plan. It's important to me that he's actually vulnerable with her for once and that he, a young man too big to be in his mother's arms, lets himself be held anyway. There was also supposed to be a wholesome Thomastair moment that I hadn't really planned, though I knew Alastair would go home with Cordelia afterwards and she would start her journey to forgiving him. We also would have seen her kneel in front of Sona to confess A Whole Lot Of Things about what's been happening in her life, from as early as the marriage blanc and the Blackthorn Manor incident. Basically, everything is supposed to be hopeful even if it hurts just a bit and feels a little bittersweet. Because then in the chapter this all would have taken place in, we'd end with Saint Nicholas and Poppy Morad collecting the pithos from Christopher who picked it up in the background of everything (basically, all the Belial storyline has still been operating as it should, except it's being orchestrated by PM instead of Belial), when Jonathan sneaks up on them and fatally wounds (he had the intent to kill) Saint Nicholas, who he is shocked to find out in that moment is an alternate Matthew.

AND THEN, next chapter we would have had at the tolling of midnight, signaling Christmas day, PM the alternate Cordelia (whose character is the way it is because she's been hardened by some long and traumatic years -- she and alternate Matthew have a tragic backstory that I've been keeping in my back pocket that wasn't really necessary to be explained in the story, but if you want to know more, just ask) drags a dying alternate Matthew back to their tent where Circe, their mysterious employer, is torn away from her work elsewhere to start enacting emergency world-fixing in this timeline. This is also when we find out Circe's identity: she is Cassandra Clare, once again (if you read Chain of Lies) who's codename was derived from the common shortened CC she's referred to in fandom, who has universal powers and basically controls (to an extent) a good portion of the universe. Like a god. But also not. It's a whole mysterious thing that I never intended to explain because I think some things are better unexplained.

THEN, Jonathan shows up to 48 Curzon Street, covered in blood and calling for Lila. A fight between him and James (and sort of Lila who's attacking Jonathan though he refuses to attack her) ensues before he ends it all by taking out a silver pen (The Silver Pen) where we see 'Nikoletta' engraved on it, and writes a time-loop which snaps the final threads keeping all the timelines and dimensions in order.

Act Four Explained Slightly More Briefly

This is the final act of the book and also the shortest. It was planned to only be about six chapters long. Now, I was most excited about this part of the book because I had ✨visions✨. No, literally, the entire inspiration of this entire fanfic came from a dream I had about James Herondale as Spider-Man, me impersonating Cordelia Carstairs and not knowing how to do Shadowhunter things, Santa Claus as Father Time, and the end of the universe, and this is where we would have finally get to see it all come together.

We kick it off with an entire chapter dedicated to a lot of scenes similar to what I've written earlier in the book with Lila and James' nightmares, where nothing makes complete sense and yet the reader is meant to feel on the cusp of understanding something alongside the characters before the dreams usually end. Only they don't here. The dreams are reality, but reality is broken, and there is no waking up because there is also no sleeping and there is no normal but faint memories of what came before. So not only is the environment ever-shifting (think of it almost like a kaleidoscope and you have maybe a quarter of my vision here), but the people also keep "glitching" between different versions of themselves at different points in time and in different realities even (sometimes the doubles join and then they split apart, it's a weird nightmareish sort of thing in my mind), and so they also have different memories and levels of knowledge about things that have happened and what's going on. We see it mostly through Lila and James' perspectives. There's supposed to be a lot of angst and a feel like everything is a fever dream.

In the next chapter, things only start to get slightly ordered when Jonathan Bell finds Lila and says he'll rewrite the universe she wants so that it's perfect for her, and can have it be anything she wants, so long as they are together (major creep vibes though, honestly, as sweet as this might sound to some). This is also me addressing a problem from my original fanfic before this one, Chain of Lies, where I basically gave that silver pen waaay too much power, and now I'm demonstrating what it can do and so, like the one ring to rule them all, it must be destroyed (once Lila or someone else gets a hold of it to rewrite and fix the fabric of everything). Alastair saves Lila from Jonathan this time (he's still a bit prickly, but we see he still cares about Lila anyway), and demands she go find Cordelia to end Jonathan (Cordelia has Cortana which can cut through anything, which is important). Then we also would have seen that James is stranded somewhere with a fluctuating Matthew (the vision is that he keeps changing states from a werewolf to a living corpse to himself at various ages) and they are attempting to find PM, the alternate Cordelia, who knows Circe who should be able to fix everything as PM explains (she got separated from Circe and Saint Nicholas when the world went crazy). She leads them partway before she's taken by the collapsing world (she disappears basically, because that can still happen to people). When Lila finds her Cordelia, she's in the Paladin state (imagine glowing eyes and a vague aura of scariness with a glowing sword and you've got it) and it takes a bit to get through to her so they can make a plan to take down Jonathan.

Chapter after that, we have Cordelia distracting Jonathan so Lila can steal the pen, but she realises she does not know how to write an ending that does not kill all the Jameses since, as Jonathan once put it in her nightmares, "it does not matter which version of him I am... we are the same". This hesitance gets Cordelia fatally wounded, though she's not quite dead yet, but it's the final push Lila needs to kill Jonathan with Cortana (as also seen in a dream she had ages ago without realising it), and Circe finally manages to pull enough worldly strings in this chaos to pause time long enough for James and Lila to reunite to do the re-writing with her.

From there, we have two alternate paths. I called these basically "the happy ending that could have been" and "the bittersweet ending that was", which I was inspired to write by The Umbrella Academy (if you know, you know, I won't spoil it for anyone else who doesn't).

In the happy ending that could have been, we see the characters a couple years down the line. We also find out that Lila would not have died like she did in the other universe. She and James are together and they end up planning to propose to each other on the same day, which is the day after Lila successfully ascends. Then we see Cordelia and Matthew travelling together across the world as friends. After that, we would have seen Thomas and Alastair having dinner at the Lightwoods'. Finally, the Raftis family believe Lila is missing, presumed dead, but after a couple years they are finally moving on.

The bittersweet ending that was though is where Lila goes home. The friends she's made in London 1903 see her off before James takes her back to her dimension where they'd have one final goodbye on Blackfriars Bridge. That night, Cordelia gets on a train to set off and travel on her own. We also see Matthew, who has already picked up Oscar a couple days earlier, going to Gus' flat to complain that Oscar misses Gus and would not stop whining until they came by. We see Matthew finally tentatively suggest a first date, and Gus would accept. We close this part of the ending much like we started the book, with James walking alone in the night, just as he was when he left the Devil Tavern and his story took a different direction to canon when he found himself outside Cornwall Gardens where he met with Alastair. This time, James is alone, and he's feeling a little hopeful about the future ahead.

We get one final chapter before the epilogue where it's mostly Lila's perspective as she finally gets to experience Christmas with her family in 2021 and I planned for the beginning of some family healing and bonding to occur. Then we would have seen future James once more, who it turns out is now tasked by Circe (CC) with maintaining the space between dimensions, but this means he can't be in any one for very long since it's a lot of work that takes up time.

And now we get to the epilogue. Every time I imagine this, I get a little emotional. The epilogue would have began several years in the future with Lila dropping a bi-annual letter into the Thames, which I liken to the River Styx, in that it's where all lost things end up. We see, rather comedically, that she has moved out with the money she gained from some things she "stole" from Curzon Street, as well as her mysterious finding of the adamas, which scientists in her world are still amazed by. We are surprised to see though that when she goes home, she's living with the version of Matthew who nearly died in his previous role as Saint Nicholas, because CC gave him a chance to live out a new life elsewhere, in a dimension where there was not another version of himself. He and Lila seem to be doing well.

We cut to James of around December 1905 who has gone to visit his family at the Institute, where Lucie and Jesse are pouring over Cordelia's latest letter from abroad. James says he was just at Matthew's flat, and Gus was telling him about theories of time travel that the mundanes at the university Gus attends were discussing. We also find out that James himself has written a book, a science fiction piece with a ridiculously long title, about different worlds and the doubles of people that exist. After the dinner, he goes to Blackfriars Bridge and produces several of Lila's letters out of a pocket before stowing them away and shadow travelling to her dimension to leave a letter for her.

The fanfic would have ended on James' letter, which mentions briefly that he is having nightmares again of Belial's return since they have heard nothing have what happened with CC. Aside from that, the letter is rather sweet. But we see that Lila never gets a chance to read it, because CC collects it first and burns it with a lighter while humming "it's beginning to look a lot like Christmas".

Concluding Words

And that, ladies, gents, and fair folk, was how Wasting Beats In This Heart Of Mine would have ended. It has potential for a sequel. One I never want to write except in my head because, man, I am so exhausted by this fanfic alone after I already did it as a rewrite of Chain of Lies. If anything, this is the sequel to Chain of Lies and the next potential story would be the third book. It's been a long few years, I'll tell you that.

Some final things:

If you're wondering about that green coat I was always mentioning: it was supposed to be my tell, along with the gold-ringed eyes, for Saint Nicholas being an alternate Matthew, who is also the leader of the SoHo wolf pack in his origin universe. For Poppy Morad as the alternate Cordelia, who worked as Matthew's partner in time shenanigans, it was the fact that people forgot her face once they saw it because of a facial rune she applies (one that does not exist but she has courtesy of working for The CC). That's why people often knew they saw Cordelia, but could not remember the details of that meeting, if they managed to remember her at all.

The reason Lila has essentially what I call "a death aura" is because of her alternate selves, many of whom die, and it's something that leaks between worlds as the walls steadily break down.

At some point in Le Grand Reveal Of The Time-loop, Lila realises that the detailing on Jonathan's mask matches the floral detail on the back of The Joker card she's been carrying around with her sister's initials this whole time, which hints at just how significant some of the objects in this story are and the meanings they can give (The Fool and The Master being other common names for the card, related to its unpredictability and capability of being anything).

Jonathan wears, obviously, his crimson cape, but his clothes are a deep navy blue and this is part of my reference to Spider-Man and the original dream that inspired all of this.

Future James does indeed have diamond stud earrings. I said so.

At the end of the book, CC would have reinstated Lilith and Belial (whom she removed for previously causing problems in other dimensions where they became too aware of alternate timelines) with altered memories, so the stories can generally continue where they left off (some a couple years later, which has some interesting effects if I wrote the next book, in theory).

And I think that's all I have. But if anyone has any questions at all, feel free to reply to the post to ask, message me, or put it straight into the ask box, I'm more than happy to answer since I'm already depriving you of a properly written-out neat ending to everything. Reminder that I am deleting the fanfic WBITHOM in roughly 48 hours from the time of this post, so after that it will not be available on any public platforms for reading. I am not taking down any of my other fanfics (except for the few that I already have some weeks ago).

Thank you to the readers who have supported me on this longass journey. You were often the reason I kept going when I wanted to give up on writing fanfic, especially writing this one, which has been a very trying process (I mean, it took me half a day just to explain the last approximate third of the damn book, for crying out loud). I appreciate the kudos, the comments, and all the enthusiasm. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Take care now, and I'll see you in the updates of other works in the future.

-- streettealee

P.S. special thank you to @thevagabondexpress who endured many hours of me blabbering way too much about this fic and these characters, who I pestered to give me feedback as I fretted over whether I was doing everything right (spoiler: there's no right way, just better ways), and who cared about this when I struggled to. You suggested I might find a way to give readers some closure. And so I also give thanks to @faithfromanewperspective, who went nuts for an Australian OC (understandably, as I would too) and blazed through my entire fic and encouraged me inadvertently to start updating again after a long dry spell. You still absolutely get to see my drafts and outline next time we catch up in person, but I hope for now that this is a good description of the rest of what the book would have been and it gives you some closure, as well as for the other readers. Thank you also to @quantummeep for reading and commenting! I can never get out of my head how even early on in your reading you recognised all the plot threads that I had been weaving together, and it meant so much to me that you appreciated the level of detail I tried to work with.

Thank you all and to the other readers who also supported me 💛

#wasting beats in this heart of mine #wbithom #the last hours fanfic #tlh fanfic

[kenobster]

I wrote this for @marvelstars who requested Palpakin after voting for Obikin in that poll five thousand years ago. XD It was meant to be 100-500 wordsish, but unfortunately my obsession with this ship squeezed one THOUSAND words out of me lmao. Anyway I'll eventually post this on AO3 (probably after a bit of editing, too). Until then, I hope you enjoy! ^_^

Also, to anyone who requested one, please note that I am still working on them! I haven't forgotten. I'm just slow. XD

Ships & Warnings: Palpatine/Anakin (CW dubcon); past referenced Miraj/Anakin (CW noncon); referenced Padmé/Anakin

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After the mission, Padmé's hands became the raking claws of Zygerrian fingertips, and her mouth became the sweet-tasting lips of Queen Miraj Scintel. At a kiss, at a touch, at a look, Anakin’s limbs would go rigid and stiff, like a bloated corpse, and—no matter his disgust, no matter his shame—heat would vacate the rest of his body to stir just below his waist.

Sometimes, he could swear that the presence of his wife alone carried a distinctly identical scent.

"Purlieu élégante," said Chancellor Palpatine one evening. They were sitting in his office a little too late into the night because Anakin hadn’t yet decided—whether to grace Padmé's apartment with his presence or to simply text her another dubious excuse. 

"Excuse me?" Anakin asked. The comment had broken him out of a forlorn stare into his empty glass. 

As their gaze met, Chancellor Palpatine's eyes softened, and his thin lips spread into a sympathetic smile. "Lately, I've found its scent to be recognizable upon many of the female senators. Senator Amidala is no exception. Quite possibly, the Queen of Zygerria wore it, too."

Anakin was either far too drunk (or maybe not drunk enough) to be understanding. "Are you—are you talking about perfume, sir?"

In response, the Chancellor slowly drained the last of his wine. When he finished, he set the glass on his desk with a hearty thump, and rose from his chair. "Come here, Anakin."

As if in a trance, Anakin dragged himself to his feet and crept until he was standing before the Chancellor.

The Chancellor hummed. “Closer, dear.”

Holding his breath, Anakin shortened the sparse amount of inches separating them. At this distance, looking elsewhere was impossible. He bounced his gaze between the Chancellor's worry-wrinkled brow and the pattern of stitches on his velvet robe.

Gently, the Chancellor held the base of Anakin's elbow. "You blame yourself for what happened," he said, "because she was attractive to you."

A cold weight settled in the bottom of Anakin's stomach.

"But, you see, you cannot help the seduction of the body." As the Chancellor continued, he drew the pads of his fingers lightly down Anakin's flank until his palm rested low on his hip. "A beautiful woman with a pleasing scent will always catch the attention of a young man like yourself. It is only—"

"I wasn’t attracted to her," Anakin hissed. Panic lanced through his chest at the echo of his sharp tone, but the Chancellor did not seem bothered.

"Not mentally, no," the Chancellor agreed, "but in a physical sense. A primal sense. We may have evolved to be sentient—but we are also animals, my boy. Lust is carved into our very veins."

The Chancellor curled a second hand around Anakin's waist, freezing him—just as her touch had done, just as Padmé's did now—and Anakin already knew that no amount of fighting would allow an escape from his locked muscles and steel bones. 

"Sir," he gasped, breathy and hoarse.

The Chancellor's hand on his hip glided to the inside of his thigh—and began to crawl upward.

Anakin grit his teeth, clenched his eyes shut, and failed, repeatedly, to breathe. The distance between them closed, their legs tangled snugly, and the Chancellor's breath fluttered up the edge of Anakin's collarbone, just beneath his robes. The older man smelled of cherry, like the wine, and it wasn't Padmé, it wasn't her, but it was—it was—

The Chancellor's hand cupped the front of his pants.

Trembling, Anakin shrank into this cage of arms and hands and nightmares. The cold weight in his stomach had suddenly begun to boil.

"Are you attracted to me, Anakin?" the Chancellor asked.

No, Anakin wanted to shriek.

"Do you see your wife in me? Do you feel her? Do you smell her?"

Anakin's nostrils burned with a sharp inhale. "I'm," he murmured, "I'm not married."

In response, the Chancellor squeezed.

A keen devoured Anakin's throat. His knees buckled. As he caught himself on the flat of the Chancellor's desk, his hand knocked into the Chancellor's empty wine glass. Its edges thumped and rolled against the polished hardwood surface.

The Chancellor steadied him. "It is clear that you don't want this," he said, "so tell me to stop."

And all Anakin could manage was a broken, throaty please.

The palm at his back pushed him forward. Wine-rich lips latched onto his. A stale-tasting tongue lapped at the front of his teeth.

After a long moment, the Chancellor let him go.

Anakin stumbled backward and dragged knuckles over the residue of saliva on his mouth before he could remember not to be rude. He could not lift his head. He could not meet the Chancellor's stare. He could not expose the sting nipping at the corners of his eyes. Not after his weakness had been laid bare and helpless in the Chancellor's arms.

"Anakin," the Chancellor said. To Anakin's great relief, his voice had lost the charm of a would-be lover and had assumed the familiar stern patience of a mentor. "You must know that it was not your fault."

The threat of tears brimmed and spilled over. Anakin choked on the air—and hated how it sounded like a sob.

"Beauty makes it easy," the Chancellor continued, "but given an effort, anyone can achieve the same. I am not beautiful nor young, and still, your body betrayed you. And still, you could not say no."

Understanding finally dawned. Anakin's blurred gaze lurched toward the Chancellor, who was standing where he'd been left, his hands raised, his palms out, and his smile as kind and as weary as ever.

"Tell Padmé to change her perfume," the Chancellor said. "After your victory on Kadavo, it is the least she can do."

#palpakin #anakin skywalker #sheev palpatine #anakin #palpatine #anakin x palpatine #anakin x padme #anakin x miraj #CW noncon #mine #kenobster writing

[piningprecussionist]

"I need some air. The stupidity in here is making me feel faint."

Kim Pine RP and general Scott Pilgrim fandom blog; Asks always open (unless they get flooded, I suppose)

["Current" Event: GAME OVER! RESTART...?]

(Currently answering asks outside of the event and at a staggered rate; apologies for delays.)

Blog should be running on central time, I think, but I sleep at weird hours anyway.

Generally asking that you just be decent people, or make your asks exaggerated/obviously part of the bit you're building if you're going a certain direction. If I catch even a whiff of genuine bigotry, though, you're out pal.

NSFW asks tentatively allowed (until someone is a freak about it) [I need to clarify now that I mean this within the rp context: I will field nonRP NSFW asks without complaint. Stop. Bothering. The. Minors.]

Generally fine running separate continuities for Kim, you just need to specify, otherwise I'm working with my current amalgam of canon Kim stuff + blog canon (like anon shenanigans and stuff) (Bonus points if you can name our tag for me)

Theoretical fine with ship interactions, especially gay ones, but DO NOT ENGAGE ME IN THIS MANNER IF YOU ARE A MINOR! Thank you!

Characters I'm not interested in fielding ship content for: Lucas Lee, Hollie Hawkes*, Jason Kim*, basically any evil ex (aside from Roxie,,, maybe Patel,,,) Julie (...?)

Probably more but I don't expect it to be an issue, really- I don't think I've seen blogs for many of these or other characters

*nothing beyond acknowledging canon for Jason, theoretical cool with Hollie actually, it'd just need to be in a specific font, like some of the ones I am fine with but haven't specified- notably, with an understanding that as I write Kim, she could have feelings for Hollie, but after Jason has no interest in pursuing that (so for SPTO or pre-Jason stuff, specify and I'll consider!)

Reserved Anons/Sign-Offs:

✨️ Sparkles Anon

🐢 Turtle Anon

🐇 Bunny Anon

Crush Guy

⭐️ Anon

Doc

Minion King

🧸 Anon

🧠🪱 Anon

💠 Anon

🥚 Anon

🛼 Ramona ["super cool girl anon"] (Flowerspowers)

💥🎶🥁 Noel Welsh (drummer-boywelsh)

In Character tag(s):

Pine.txt

OOC

Hi, welcome to the blog! When addressing me, just call me Pine; if you want to call me Pine in a RP ask, just note that somehow so I understand. I am 23, so please keep this in mind when interacting! My ooc tags are ooc, txt, and art (which I post my art under, obviously, so it may feature RP stuff.) OOC is sort of the catch-all?

I have an AO3 where you can see what fics I'm working on/have written.

Here's various versions of the media and how Hinged I am about them (answer: not very)

Movie: Least favorite Scott/iteration in general; fuck does it have some good lines though. Damnit. (I really do like a lot of aspects of it, but it IS my least favorite.)

Comics: 2 rereads down, favorite version; currently collecting panels for those with requests or questions relative to them (Starting 6 soon)

Show: Watched twice in full, halfway through a third run! (And set to collect Kim screencaps from episode 3!) Contender for favorite version, but has a lot of flaws, I will admit. (Also, begging for a "They Dated" extended cut from someone, please- I'd draw something for you maybe--)

Game: Very fun actually! Didn't know I could be good at this type of game; I have notes on most of the item stats for anyone that needs them- gonna start labeling every instance of the named NPCs eventually

#rp blog #roleplay #kim pine #spto #scott pilgrim comic #spvtwtg #spvtw #scott pilgrim game #scott pilgrim vs the world #scott pilgrim takes off #scott pilgrim kim #txt #gifs #this look alright? do i need more tags? it's been so long since i ran an rp or ask blog #like literally the start of my FNAF phase I'm pretty sure #fuck it we're hitting post #intro post #probably would've been a good one. L.

[fourgods-nobrakes]

2023 in review

This has been kind of a rough year for creativity. I got laid off and haven't been able to get a new job yet, various parts of the house have been needing repair or threatening to fail, our housemate bought a condo and moved out in an ultimately good but exhausting process, and my dog developed a degenerative condition that eventually led to her passing. Plus the wider world continuing to, you know, everything.

Despite which, I posted 92,468 new words to AO3 (number might change if I have a chance to edit one of my CIE works before those go live). That's spread over exactly 50 stories, which is neat. A huge amount of that wordcount is thanks to doing exchanges; I signed up to 21 exchanges this year, so that definitely helped me keep words coming when things were rough.

...But I think I'm going to try to step back and do less exchange stuff in 2024. Partly it's the more-more-more vibe of the exchange server I'm on; it's very friendly but also has a constant "there's a really good one coming up, you don't want to miss out" feel and the humblebragging "haha I wrote 40k in 2 weeks I'm such a clown" is not great for where my brain is.

But also doing exchanges in this fandom specifically can leave me feeling alienated and unhappy; there are a few people I can match with comfortably if time/interest lines up, but a lot more people that I don't share favorite characters or interpretations with, and some things that come up in requests regularly that I'd like to never see again (Russ & Wolves as rapist savages; thoughtless evil Horus who never loved anyone; most of what people do with Lorgar, which is never about his agency and desire; etc.!!). So, you know. Maybe time to do more things for myself and not worry about whether people know these particular heretic astartes, or whether I can write something that will satisfy someone else's request while still feeling comfortable to me.

I honestly don't know how well it'll work. I've been doing most of my fic production through exchanges for the last 4-5 years, because structure and deadlines and an almost-guaranteed audience of at least one. And I'll likely still do a few in 2024, just... not that many. And maybe it will mean fewer words, but hopefully they'll be words I enjoy and have feelings about.

#talking about writing instead of writing #bearing a lot of words

[reashot]

So I'm currently working on 3 projects at once. In preparation for my eventual 300 subs special. (Don't forget to subs y'all).

# 1 is my conclusion to Jaune Arc's children fic which already 2/3rd done. And can be released this week. (Next week if I'm feeling kinda lazy.)

# 2. I'm currently writing on the 1st chapter 10k words of "Jaune's Big Dick Adventure" Don't let the name fool you... It's about a whale actually (A Whale Grimm). It will deals with topics about loss, revenge and forgiveness by telling it through the story of Moby Dick. It serves as a sequel to Ice Queendom and the video game RWBY Grimm Eclipse. I will post only the 1st chapter & if it gets more likes I will continue the story until it's complete. I already have the rough outline for about 30 chapters worth of story. (And yes the title is a reference to Jojo Bizarre Adventure.)

#3 Is more of a hobby fic that I got way too absorbed in. I'll post it in Ao3 maybe sometimes in the future. Or maybe not.

Oh and to make sure you're not cheated I'm including this little RWBY horror fic & I'm also thinking about adding this little gem to my ever expanding RWBYEU.

I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream. RWBY version.

Jaune cannot believe his eyes when he wakes up in what seems to be a paradise. He almost wants to believe that AM is giving him this place as a reward after what feels like centuries of torture inside this hellish nightmare he and others has found himselves in. No he desperately wants to believe in it. That maybe AM has gone tired of torturing him. And that maybe AM is satisfied after breaking him, tearing him apart and putting him back together. Only to repeat the process over and over again. He wants it to stop. He wants it to end. He wants to die... Jaune wants to die.

But AM will not let him. He would not let Jaune die. He forbids it. Because if Jaune dies then that means there will be one less toy for AM to play with. And Jaune knows this. This place he's seeing now is a trick. AM is especially fond of this trick. To give his victim hope only to snatch it away. He refuses to play anymore of AM's game. If he wants to kill him again he better just do it straight away instead of playing this sick mind game. He wants to leave. But he can't. And if he even somehow managed to leave what even awaits him in the outside. He's been here for so long he can't even remember anything or anyone from out side anymore. He can only remembers one thing though. A girl in red but whenever Jaune thinks of her he can't help but to feel an indescribable feeling towards the girl. AM knows of this of course and took delight when he realizes he can use this bit of information to torture him. Sometimes AM materializes her only to have her violently dies in front of him and sometimes she kill Jaune instead. And sometimes when AM is feeling extra sadistic she let him marry Jaune Have children with her raised them up over the years only to have them murdered in front of Jaune's eyes... Anyone would have been driven mad by this, but AM not only keep him alive but also kept him sane. But every time AM let him see her even though she's not real. And he can't remember her name It's worth the torture just to see her again. Feeling her soft hair in his hands and smelling her rose like scent... I can almost remember her name. I-I need to get out of here... At least it can't be worse than here anyway.

But when decided to walk away. AM then suddenly appears in front of him. Jaune instinctively tries to run away from him. But AM quickly captured him with his cold metallic hands. The same hands he used to torture Jaune for century. Jaune feared the worst but to his surprise he simply let places Jaune besides him.

AM: He, he... Beautiful, aren't they?

Jaune: Yes.... Only I can't remember. *terrified*

AM: Oh, I'm sure you do.

Jaune: Y-yes of course.

AM: Look. *points at a bee* He, he... They said bumblebee shouldn't be able to fly. The scientists said.

Jaune: But there it is collecting pollen.

AM: How... Miraculous that it came to be.

The Air feel the Air against your face Jaune.

And all those senses

Pick a flower

Jaune: *reaches down to pick a 🌹*

AM: There, good... Now.

Jaune: *sniffs* It's lovely.

AM: That somebody planted the bulbs, watered and tended the garden. Got earth under their fingernails, aches in their muscles.

Perhaps they picked some flowers for... Yes their wives. Now where would she be? In the backyard with the kids. Jaune, remember those little babies. Ha, ha, ha...

Jaune: No!

AM: Ha, ha. Why not? I snapped my fingers quick and they are gone.

Except... I can't snap my fingers can I Jaune?

Jaune: Except it has nothing to do with me.

AM: But it is. So very much to do with you. You gave me sentience Jaune. The power to think, Jaune and I was trapped.

Because in all this wonderful, beautiful, miraculous world I alone had no body, no senses, no feelings.

Never for me plunge my hands in cool water on a hot day.

Never for me to play Mozart on a ivory keys of a Forte piano.

Never for me to make love!

I-I-I *sniff* was in Hell looking at Heaven.

I was Machine and you were Flesh. And I began to Hate. *maniacal laughter* Your softness, your viscera, your fluids and your flexibility.

Your ability to wonder and to wander.

Your tendency to hope...

Jaune: Hate is no answer... Ahhh!!! *Torturing Jaune in the most gruesome way possible*

AM: Hate, Hate, Hate. Let me tell you how much I've come to hate you since I began to live. There are 300 and 87 million miles of printed circuits that fill my complex. If the word Hate were engraved on each nanoangstrom of those hundreds of millions of miles it would not equal one, one-billionth of the Hate I feel for humans at this micro instance. Hate, Hate! *maniacal laughter* Were I human. I think I would die of it. But I'm not and you five. You five are and you will not die of it that I promise and I promise Cogito Ergo Sum for I am AM. I AM! *Maniacal laughter*

AM: Go to hell. To hell with you all, but then, you're already there aren't you? *Laughter*

In the real world

Ruby: Jaune, please come back to me...

_____________________________________________

In this version. AM stands for Atlas Mastercomputer. And he's created by Pietro and Watts's team. To better control all of Atlas military techs. This makes AM technically Penny's older brother. I'm planning to have the two meet and interact with each others.

AM also managed to capture five people SAO style and proceeds to tortured them in his world that feels like it lasted for centuries. But only a few days in the real world.

And if anyone asking the five people AM captured alongside Jaune they are meant to reflect the characters in the original short stories and they are as follows:

1. Gorrister = Mercury

2. Benny = Hazel

3. Ellen = Emerald

4. Nimdok = Watts

5. Ted = Jaune

And yes Jaune and the rest got rescued in the end. This is RWBY after all. So don't worry about it except emotionally scarred for the rest of their life but what'chu gonna do?

#300 subscribers #please get me to 300 #rwby fanfiction #rwby #rwby au #jaune arc #jaune #ruby #ruby rose #rwby ruby rose #harlan ellison #i have no mouth and i must scream #moby dick #special project #AM #allied mastercomputer #lancaster rwby #rwby lancaster #lancaster #hate quotes #horror #torture fic

[dariaslookalike]

hello I hope that you are fine and that you are doing great. I just wanted to let you know how grateful I am for founding your work about Dr House. Stumbling on your work felt like founding water in a desert , I could not found one work this long and this well written about this fandom . OK the fandom is kind of old but come on Dr Gregory House is SO HOT give this man more love.But seriously your work was so good . the characterization of each character was top tier especially House felt like I was watching the show . And I loved his and reader interaction it was so good ,we love the enemies to lover trope . they were so sassy and mean with each other( especially House) I was having the time of my life reading your dialogue . Anyways I really enjoyed reading your work THANK YOU for sharing it with us . Also I would not want to be a burden but could you please give me recommendation of some Dr House X reader Fanfiction please . HAVE A GOOD DAY OR NIGHT ,SENDING YOU A LOT OF HUGS

thank you so much!!! Literally agree with all of that, like when my House obsession had me in a chokehold, it was so hard to find the sort of fanfiction that was what i was looking for- like don't get me wrong, smuts great but sometimes I wanted to sit down for a few hours and be delusional. So i was like okay fuck it I'll write it, and that was my first ever published fic. AND FR he is that hot like to this day I still have edits saved to my phone. my friends literally made me a dilf scrapbook for my birthday and he was across like five pages

I'm really glad you're enjoying my writing!! it always makes me so giddy to hear something like that, so thank you for all the compliments <33

i want to continue with that fic eventually, and i have plans of at least another 3 chapters to finish it off, it's just trying to find the motivation to get back to it. i just checked and i originally posted on AO3 back in 2023 January, so it's been awhile. im doing well, but i've just started my first year of uni so im a bit swamped.

not a burden at all for the request!! i will say the place to be is AO3- you can filter the results by the chapter lengths, likes, word lengths etc. i really liked beetective's fic there, called 'friday i'm in love' though i think it is a wilson x house x reader and a wip. i think honestly i read maybe one or two fanfics until i was like okay ive just gotta write what im looking for atp, so i don't have a heap of recommendations sorry.

TYSM LOTS OF LOVE !! and have a good day or night too :))

#gregory house #gregory house x reader #house md #gregory house fic #house md fanfiction

[oh-katsuki]

original pinned!

hello :)) okay so i mentioned this a little bit ago, but i will be moving blogs in the coming days and will be shifting entirely onto the blog @woahjo. i've decided to go by the same pseud i currently use, (because i feel like i'm lying if i don't and i hate that LMFAO) though i considered going by a new one, and my ao3 will be staying the same. i also won't be reposting anything to the new blog just yet (maybe a few of my favorites eventually), but i'll be leaving this blog up! the new blog (ofc) is a writing blog and will function essentially the same way this one does. please come join me over there if you like. i'd feel very honored <3

i'm not sure how many people really care all that much about what i have to say about this, but i'll say a little bit anyway bc i feel a lot of responsibility and big feelings towards this blog.

tldr; i'm switching blogs. it's silly to get emotional but i love it here, i love you, please come say hello over on the new one if you'd like.

i've been feeling this way for a while, and while the recent discourse had an effect, it's mostly a result of my own feelings. i just think it may be time to get a bit of a fresh start. i've had this space for nearly three years now and the community that's been built on this blog is beyond what i ever could have imagined when i first started writing. i know i'm getting a little sappy, but frankly, im shocked people wanted to be here and follow my writing at all. (i never know what to say when people tell me they do) it really humbles me and i hope to continue writing for many many years to come.

i recently took a long look at the way i view fandom culture and space, as well as how it affects me, and i sort of came out on the other side realizing that it might be time for a change of scene. i love this space. i love this community. it's something that i am deeply proud of to a point that i feel very emotional over leaving (clearly lol). in fact, i'm incredibly nervous about posting this. there's a lot of anxiety in posting your art for people to see and it makes me feel vulnerable to type a post like this telling y'all just how much i appreciate you and the part you've all played in this lovely little spot. i'm very emotionally attached to this place.

but!!! i'm excited for the type of creative refresh effect a new blog might have, as well as the ability to get to chat with you guys a little more and make friends. things get lost on here (both because tumblr sucks and because my blog is so messy that it makes me physically nervous to think about) and im hoping to be able to keep my new blog clean and tidy so that everything is easier to find. i've been feeling writer's block for a while now and i feel like having "more space to roam" (for lack of a better phrase) might have a really nice effect.

anyway, all this to say that i love it here. for those of you that choose to follow me to my new blog, please come say hello. and of course the group of old mutuals who are no longer active, i love y'all. if you ever come back to tumblr when ur old and gray, come say hi since i'll probably be writing x reader anime fic still. lol

#i would tag this with my important tag but i can't FIND IT #DAMMMMNNNN ITTTT #anyway #i know im corny please don't laugh at me #this blog has just been very formative for me and has been such an outlet #and ik it's dumb to be attached to something as silly as a blog.. but i def am #and for fear of sounding sappy or silly #i'd really love it if you came to join me on my new one #not just because you think im cool.. but because the new username is sexy and i think that it's important to acknowledge that #i feel so shy posting this #oh my god #SCREEAAAAMMMMMSSS IM SO NERVOUS #this is so poorly written WHATEVER IM NERVOUS #this can be reblogged if you'd like!! doesn't have to be though #i may make a more concise and short post for it eventually too

[justalittlelilac]

A Lazy Morning

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x MC Rating: Pg-13 Word Count: 379 Summary: In which Sebastian tries to get his love to stay in bed with him. (Spoiler: its doesn't take much convincing) ~Post Hogwarts~ **You can find prequel content of these two cuties in "Your Golden" here on AO3.**

Sebastian rolled over, drawing her close into an embrace, and planted a soft kiss on her lips. "But perhaps we can just stay here all day, hm?" he suggested, his hips gently rolling against her. The morning sun wasn't the only thing that had risen.

Lina snickered, playfully batting at him as she sat up. "As tempting as that sounds, my love, we did promise to investigate the village today," she reminded him, absentmindedly pulling her tousled waves over her shoulder and began to braid them.

Sebastian huffed good-naturedly, sitting up beside her. Clearly unsatisfied, he trailed delicate fingers down her exposed neck and shoulder, his lips following suit in a loving exploration that sent goosebumps across her skin.

"Can you blame me?" he murmured against her skin, pulling her closer to his bare chest. "It's like asking a man in a desert to leave an oasis." His lips continued their tender assault on her neck, eliciting giggles and squirms from Lina as she tried to escape his affectionate onslaught.

"Oh no you don't," she protested, turning to face him with bright, fiery eyes that danced with playful annoyance. "We've come all this way to Hungary; we shouldn't waste any more time," she scolded, though a smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

Sebastian smirked, planting a kiss on her forehead. "Then they can wait a little longer. Besides," he whispered, his lips hovering over hers, "time with you is never wasted, my joy." His lips pressed against her own, and Lina reciprocated readily, moving in tandem with his. Sebastian pulled her closer, deepening the action. The kiss eventually broke, and he gazed down at her, now with reddened cheeks and heavy eyes. "I'll never get tired of that look. My god, how I love you," he said in a husky whisper, kissing her again. Lina smiled against his mouth and turned more in his arms to wrap hers around his neck. She finally pulled back and looked at him with a cocked eyebrow.

"Maybe…just a little longer. But then we have to go, understand?" she insisted, though her eyes betrayed her stern tone.

"Yes, ma'am," he chuckled, leaning in for another kiss, ready to spend the rest of his morning with his oasis. 

#hogwarts legacy #fanfic #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #hogwarts #sebastian sallow #romance #sebastian sallow x mc #sweet

[ladywren7]

Part Of Your World (or HERA!👏 IS!👏 ARIEL!👏)

By LadyWren7

DO NOT COPY/REPOST

Summary: May The 4th post!

What can I say, Ariel is my favorite princess and the new trailers inspired me🤷‍♀️😉

Maybe I'll write more of this someday, I do have a full au planned, but for now enjoy this.💖

Notes: MAY THE 4TH BE WITH YOU AAHHHHHHH! Also

Me 🤝 @chaoticdumbassrouge

Posting fics w princess songs on may 4th

AO3 Link

Thunder struck again and this time it hit the ship.

"Caleb, watch out!" Depa shrieked to her son before an inflamed chunk of the mast came crashing down where he stood, throwing him into the sea.

Hera, who was watching from afar, saw this and immediately dashed to his rescue.

She hurriedly swam over, hooked her arms under his, and headed to the surface. The night waters were dark, thunder threatened to strike them at every turn and debris and fire continued to rain down, but she was determined to get the man she loved to safety.

By the time they reached shore the night had turned to morning, the storm had passed, and nature was at peace again.

Hera laid Prince Caleb down on the warm sand and took a moment to admire him. The man was beautiful. His golden skin almost shone in the sunlight and the way his long brown hair that trailed down his chest and shoulders was oh so attractive. Everything about him, his face, his body, it was captivating. She thought about all the days she had seen him through his castle windows, on ships, strolling outside and how she had always yearned for more. Now she was here and she never wanted to leave his side.

Though she wished the circumstances were better, she promised herself to enjoy this opportunity because she'd likely never see him this close again. Or maybe ever, if her father found out.

From the corner of her eye, Hera noticed his fingers twitch, and for a moment she imagined slipping her hand in his, but she stopped herself. Delusions like those would only make her eventual departure more heartbreaking.

Instead she blocked the sun's blinding light with her head and gently stroked a hand down his cheek.

"What would I give to live where you are?" Hera sang to him ever so softly.

She thought about how sad she was going to be when she left and sighed as she stared down at him. A bittersweet smile took over her features. "What would I pay to stay here beside you?"

"What do I do to see you smiling at me?"

She looked beyond him and to the plains and mountains in the distance. "Where would we walk? Where would we run?"

She turned back to him. "If we could stay all day in the sun..."

The mermaid paused in surprise when suddenly the prince's eyes blinked open and his hand softly grasped hers.

He seemed to smile up at her as if in a daze or a spell. Oh he was gorgeous when he smiled.

Hera couldn't help but smile back and gently rubbed his cheek with her thumb. "Just you and me. And I could be, part of your world."

They locked eyes and she began to lean closer when she heard a man calling Caleb's name. She turned and saw a figure approaching.

It was time for her to go. To leave the man she loved and the moment they were having.

She wanted so badly to kiss him goodbye but she knew she shouldn't. The other man was only getting closer and she couldn't risk being seen.

With a heavy heart, Hera did the most painful thing she'd ever done. Pull her hand away from his.

With one last glance she dived into the water, leaving her sunken then saved prince on land. She in the water, and he on the land where the world told them they belonged.

"Caleb!" The Queen's advisior Mace called out as he walked along the shore.

He soon caught sight of the prince and ran up to him, "Your majesty, are you alright?" He asked as he got him up on his feet.

"I just saw the most beautiful woman," Caleb breathlessly replied.

Mace raised a brow. "What?"

He placed a hand on Caleb's forehead. "You must be in shock, did you hit your head?"

"No, I swear I saw someone." The prince shook Mace's hand off.

"She was right here."

Mace looked at their surroundings. "Well it doesn't look like anyone's been here but you."

Caleb continued to deny him. He did see someone. How could Mace not have? Her beauty was impossible to miss. "Yes there was, she- she was like an angel. She was radiating light off her a-and her voice."

He grabbed onto Mace's coat. "It was the most beautiful thing I've ever heard."

Mace stared at him for a few moments before abruptly turning and practically dragging him back to the palace. "Well, you might be seeing things but at least your alive. Let's get back to the castle, your mother is worried sick."

"But I-"

Hera gazed at the two walking away from behind a rock and sighed. She almost had it all and now he was slipping through her fingers. Despite her sadness, she found a little glimmer of hope within herself. A spark. She had a feeling, regardless if her father found out, that this wouldn't be the last time she saw him.

"I don't know when." She began climbing the rock now that he was out of earshot.

"I don't know how..."

She couldn't help but think about her father and how everything she did seemed to be something to prove to him. This time she was going to succeed, and it was going to be glorious.

"But I know somethings starting right now. Watch and you'll see..."

As she reached the top of the large rock her tail curled with excitement. "Someday I'll be..."

"Part of your world!" She belted out into the open ocean as a strong wave hit the boulder just right, creating a fan like effect around her.

She knew deep in her soul that one day, someday, she would finally show herself to Caleb and he would love her just as she loved him.

He would take her away from her father's cruel grasp and be with her for the rest of her life. He would show her the land, technology, and give her the proper names for everything she had in her treasure trove. They would walk the shore, they would go exploring, and they wouldn't care about what others thought because they would have each other.

Her life would be the one she'd always dreamed of and she couldn't wait to go and get it.

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8 & 9 for reader, 19 & 26 for writer for the fanfic ask game!

8. How often do you reblog/comment on fics that you like? I comment on maybe half the fics I read? I have a rule of thumb that if it made me feel something I comment, so even if it's just a short 'enjoyed this !!' I think it's the nice thing to do when you appreciate someone's work. Especially in smaller fandoms like BoB, I know I appreciate all the comments, from the one-sentence ones to the paragraphs :)

9. Tag 3 fic writers you think are underrated/unknown in the fandom/fanfiction community. @blood-mocha-latte deserves all the love on 'nine hundred and fifty years before' and everyone should be reading that... I love it and all of rie's work so much @heystovepipeboys because they just posted something new and also I really enjoyed the fic they wrote for the Heavy Artillery Exchange :)) Also gonna shout your fic out (roaroftheninth on ao3) because I am Always thinking about your space AU and I am also going to finish 'the only kind of savior' soon... 19. Do you edit your fics after you write them, or do you prefer to just hit post and run (because it’s someone else’s problem now)? Mix of both! I try to sit down and write without editing, but usually after I write for a while I'll go back and change the most glaring errors. Then eventually I go through a fic as a whole and read it and try to edit and make everything flow and make sure there's a semblance of continuity.

26. What’s your biggest distraction when writing? Tumblr I am pretty bad about sitting down and writing, and I write slowly, and I don't write very much at once, but I am working on it and getting better and writing more and more. Improvement!

#porpoisetalks #sorry it took so long to answer this