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What A Dish, What A Doll! - Part 5

🎙️【 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑰 | 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑰𝑰 | 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑰𝑰𝑰 | 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑰𝑽 | 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑽 | 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑽𝑰 】🎙️

𝐀/𝐍: *Emerges from dungeon* TIS TIME! I BRING GIFTS, MY CHILDREN!

. . .

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟒,𝟖𝟗𝟒 𝐍𝐨 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫/𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: 𝑴𝒊𝒅𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒀𝒐𝒖 | 𝑨𝒍 𝑩𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒍𝒚

. . .

The whistle of snowflakes dancing through the gloomy winter air was a faint tickle against your ears as you slumped boredly in your seat with a soft pout forming upon your chapped lips. It felt like you had been waiting for Alastor’s return for a long, dragging eternity.  

You had long since ceased your search of the store as the minutes dragged on, and soon you retreated back to the waiting room to wait for Alastor. 

But leaving yourself alone with your thoughts in mere silence proved to be one of the worst decisions you’ve ever made. 

You scrunched your nose up in disbelief. What could they even be discussing that was so important, anyway? And Alastor was so quick to get rid of you, and he hadn’t even thought to introduce his friend to you! Instead, he flung you around like some toy that wasn’t meant to be shared! 

Granted, you already knew Rosie’s name, but your point still stood! 

You looked over to the grandfather clock. A little over half-past noon, now. You sighed with slight ire and looked out toward the window that had been kissed with February’s frost, but the gloomy fog did nothing to cool your temper. 

Lately, Alastor had been given you such mixed signals, not to mention the frothing volcano of overwhelming emotions that felt as if they would erupt any second. One moment, you were both mere inches away from each other, sparkles rejoicing behind your eyes, and the next, Alastor had pulled – though he never pushed you – away from you with a never-faltering grin, ready to drag you along with whatever antics he had next in store for you as if nothing had ever happened.

He was an overwhelming, unpredictable sandstorm that swept you off your feet and tugged at your heartstrings, somehow knowing how to push all the right buttons. 

A rumbling gray cloud formed above you as you crossed your arms in your seat, wondering where you had gone wrong with him. Perhaps he simply didn’t want a relationship with you? Possibly, but he wasn’t the kind of man to string a poor girl like you along with all of these confusing messages, whether they be a secretive, flirtatious wink in your direction, or the sensation of soft, caramel brown hands wrapped around your wrists as he taught you to play piano from behind, tender instructions brushing against your ears like devoted prayers. 

You groaned and held your head in your hands, smoothing out your scrunched brow and entangling frustrated fingers into your hair.

What in the world could you possibly have been missing? Was he too afraid to confess himself? Or were you just reading him wrong? 

“We’re finished, darling!” Alastor’s voice rang out like a siren, and you instantly perked up at its dulcet tone. You mentally berated yourself for being so dependent on the man, but your heart seemed to answer for your head, these days.

“Oh? Are we heading home, now?” 

Alastor entered the waiting room with a raised eyebrow, peeking inside to find where your voice was coming from and visibly relaxed once he spotted you laying lazily upon the lush sofa chair, nearly swallowed up in the enormous cushions. 

“Not to worry, my dear,” Alastor fully stepped into the waiting room, with Rosie in tow. She stepped back a few ways away from you with scrutinizing eyes, and a finger rubbing against her chin while she observed you and Alastor. “This was only a detour to our main event, this afternoon! I wouldn’t want you to miss out upon the surprise, after all!” 

Well, he seems chipper.  

You raised an eyebrow at him. “I thought that this was the surprise...?” 

“Oho, no, no! No, as much as I enjoy dear Rosie’s company,” he side-glanced the store owner from where she stood with a knowing simper stretching her black-lined lips and a raised eyebrow, as if to say, ‘Go on.’ 

“This meeting was merely to discuss business. Had it been simply pleasantry, I wouldn’t have regretfully forced you to wait for me for so long,” Alastor took your hand within his, a silent apology dancing behind his deep, dark eyes. Rosie nodded with approval behind him, making your eyebrows raise even further, to the point of nearly rising off your forehead. What were those two talking about?

Schemers, the both of them. 

“It’s nothing to worry about, Al’... Just, let me know next time that you’re gonna be long, alright?” You smiled softly up at him; every doubt you had evaporating in an instant the moment you saw his genuine expression. 

Though your suspicions had remained unsatiated from the glances he and Rosie shared.

“I suppose I can help that, but I do love keeping you on your toes,” your annoyed scowl made him chuckle lightheartedly. “Though I shall try, darling, since I most definitely want to keep mine!” 

“Oh, you two are just too sweet!” Rosie looked as if she were about to wipe a tear from her eyes, while Alastor’s smile just ever so slightly tightened as she suddenly stepped towards you with an outstretched hand.

“I’m afraid I haven’t formally introduced myself! You may have guessed, but the name’s Rosie, my dear.” She gazed down at you, a perfect white smile gleaming in the warm light of the antique lamps as you shook her hand, craning your neck so you could properly look her in the eyes.

“It’s nice to meet you. Again, I suppose,” her smile doubled in size as she instantly whisked you away from Alastor, much to his dismay. When he allowed Rosie to get near you for the sake of your relationship, he didn’t mean she could intervene entirely! 

Though, the woman had her mysterious ways, he supposed. But this was a bit much, even for her! 

“My goodness! I can’t believe that Al’s been hiding you away from me for so long! Now, dear, tell me all about yourself,” Rosie sat you down in front of a table beside a large glass window, though the mannequins donning such expertly crafted dresses and attire had blocked the small tea-table from an outside view.

Alastor could only watch on with brewing envy as she talked your ears off, and how you cast an unsure glance back at him for just a moment, before answering her questions with a sudden surge of shyness in the light of her exuberant personality. 

“So, how’s New Orleans treatin’ ya’? I sure do hope Alastor’s been hospitable!” Rosie chirped, her exuberance infecting you as you nodded up at her. 

“O-Oh, yes, he's quite good company. I do hope I've been just as pleasant,” The seamstress’s smile widened, and she winked over to her friend, who's already twitching grimace of a smile tightened even further in response. 

“I’m quite certain you are! We’ve been friends for a while, you know,” Rosie grinned cheekily, like a mother sharing her son's baby pictures to a close friend of his. “And in all my years, I must say, that I haven’t seen him been so close to a lady like he has been with you!” 

You perked up, your eyes wide and instantly attentive to what she had said, which Rosie picked up on in an instant, sniffing out your immediate interest in Alastor like a bloodhound. 

“Oh, don’t get me wrong, now, Alastor is quite the chivalrous one towards young ladies such as yourself,” Rosie glanced over at him with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes, “but I’ve been friends with him long enough to know when he’s truly taken with another, and that doesn’t happen often~!” 

“...Really?” You glanced over at him, before realizing he was staring directly at the both of you. You then noticed how far away from him Rosie had pushed you, but you paid no mind as her captivating presence pulled you in for a loop once again. 

“So, have you been seein’ anyone recently? Anyone that little chocolate in your pocket could be meant for?”  

“Well...” You made the mistake of glancing sideways towards the eavesdropping radio host, and the mirth that sparked within Rosie’s eyes warned Alastor of you being sucked into her diabolical scheming. 

Now, the seamstress truly adored Alastor, as he’d been quite the friend to her all of those years, spiffing and entertaining in every way, being a renowned radio host. 

...But she’d be lying if she didn’t admit that he was, without a doubt, the daftest man she’d ever met when it came to romancing.

And God forbid that you use innuendos or flirtatious remarks around him. It was quite possibly the worst case she’d ever seen, really.

And so, a little interference from a dear friend wouldn’t hurt him.

Well, maybe his ego.  

But he had plenty of that to spare, did he not? 

Though, even Rosie knew she was getting quite carried away, as she stole more of your attention and time away from Alastor. 

What could she say? The woman was taking quite a liking to you. 

I’ll have to tell Alastor to bring this one around more... 

You and Rosie began gossiping like a pair of teenage girls over the disgruntled radio host like he wasn’t standing in the corner, hearing – or trying to hear – every word you spoke. 

His right eye twitched as your giggling filled the emporium, and he strode over to insert himself into every conversation that seemed to concern him. Alastor had even startled you a few times when you were talking about him with Hugo, seeming to materialize out of thin air whenever he was a topic of conversation. 

Especially when you were involved. 

“Just be careful, now,” Rosie caught sight of Alastor heading towards you, and her soft, all-knowing grin widened. “He’s always been quite averse to sharing!” 

“Oh, tell me about it,” you sighed, “Though, I know he’s only protecting me. I must say, I never thought I’d enjoy such attentions,” the older woman put a hand to her lips with an excited grin, the both of you being ignorantly unaware of how Alastor loomed over you until he placed his hands promptly on your shoulders. 

You jumped with a slight squeak and looked up at him, your cheeks burning as Alastor smiled down at you, hopefully oblivious to what you had been foolishly spilling your heart out to Rosie about. “And just whose ‘attentions’ do you seem to be so taken with, darling?” 

Uh... 

“Oh, the Doll was only telling me about your famous cooking! No need to get so riled up,” Rosie spoke up for you, to your immense relief. With a creeping sense of dread, you realized how much you had let on to her. 

But something in Rosie’s twinkling, sympathetic gaze that shifted towards you made you relax, and you beamed hopefully up at him. “I was thinking you could teach me your mother’s recipe, sometime! I was kind of just following the instructions, and I'd like to learn from the chef himself!”  

Alastor's once tightened smile that was shadowed by a grimace softened significantly at your words. “I believe you’re already quite the master at it yourself, my dear~.”

He fondly recalled the thick, warm consistency of the broth you had made, and the perfect blend of aromatic spices that melted and fizzled upon his tongue, bringing waves of nostalgia and reminiscing that rocked him back and forth. 

It was the night that it felt like he was seeing you through opened eyes. 

Had you always been so beautiful? 

“Alastor? Have we lost ya'?” Rosie elbowed him slightly, and with a shake of his head, he snapped out of his trance, realizing he had been staring into your eyes for just a bit too long. 

“You’re gonna give the poor girl a heart attack, at this rate,” she teased with a soft smile. Oh, lord, you two would be a piece of work. But she was sure that her hard work would be worth it. 

Plus, a sweet, darling Doll like you deserved someone as gracious and gentlemanly as Alastor; there were too many brutes in this world, and he was certainly not one of them.

And her old friend had been alone within his twisted mind for far too long.

“Alright, you two get on movin’, now,” Rosie abruptly began steering you towards the front door, a bit of a pep in her step as Alastor tread behind you, while she chatted your ears off. 

“Oh- well, we don’t have to go now, do we?” a pit of disappointment burrowed in your stomach. You liked the eccentric seamstress quite an awful lot, and her contagious, extroverted energy infected you with the same amount of enthusiasm. 

“Aw, don’t stick around just for me, now. I’ll do just fine, I promise!” She glanced at Alastor with a twinkle in her eyes. “But I wouldn’t mind if you brought her along for more trips to the boutique, not at all!” 

"I suppose I'll take it into consideration," Alastor chose to be the calm one for the both of you as you nodded your head enthusiastically.

"We'll definitely be coming back!" Rosie chuckled and led you both into the waiting room.

“I do hope you’ll protect her, Alastor, what with that slasher running around,” she dramatically cupped her own pale cheeks, and the radio host caught onto her hint, squeezing your shoulder and narrowing his eyes at the store owner.

Oh, Alastor wasn’t a brute, certainly not. But if he wasn’t the most dangerous man in New Orleans, then some sort of eldritch God must’ve been stalking the woodlands. Though, you were too focused on what she had said to catch the pointed glances that they shared. 

“Oh, I’m perfectly safe with Al’, here!” You sounded confident enough, though Alastor still felt your slightly trembling grip on his coat sleeve. A small smile made its way to his face as he tugged you into him for emphasis. 

“She’ll be safe in my company, don’t you worry about her, now!” A small bloom of pride welled up in his chest as he preened at the fact that he would be indeed keeping you safe, by ridding these streets of the pesky little insects that dared cross into his territory. 

“Careful, now. Don’t get too excited to swoop in and rescue your little damsel in distress,” Rosie grinned toothily after the both of you, adoring the proximity between you and Alastor as if she were watching the romantic development of a soap opera.

“I’m afraid we must be going, now. A pleasure as always, Rosie,” he waved a fluttering hand in the air in farewell as he pushed you towards the door, and you turned back to Rosie and waved with a small smile that grew wider as she waved back.

“I hope to see you troublemakers again soon~! Take care, Alastor.” 

He nodded and opened the door for you, the bell jingling softly as you stepped outside and headed for the car. As you walked across the rocky pavement, you inhaled the seasonal scent of fresh evergreen and sunlight, enjoying the sight of the cleared sky until you slipped into the warmth of Alastor's car.

As you buckle your seatbelt, the rays of the sun warmed you in your seat, and much to Alastor's disappointment, you seemed to be content without his jacket.

“So, where are you taking me now, mister? What kind of surprise do have in store for me?" You leaned against the dash, admiring the soft glow of sunlight that bounced against his caramel brown skin, illuminating his eyes and weaving through his dark hair.

“The entire point of a surprise is not to spoil it for the end, darling~,” Alastor hummed as he turned the keys in the slot, and the car rumbled to life.

The once heavy fog that hung over the city of New Orleans had dispersed, as if your joyful mood had caused the Sun to break through the clouds, leaving the city bathed in delicious apricity.

Alastor, ever the biased man when it came to you, would've preached your powers over the weather for that one.

You reached over for the radio and turned the little knobs a few times, smiling as a familiar song began to play, the speakers crackling with soft static.

"Midnight, the stars and you..."

Humming along, you bobbed your head as you took a peek out of the window, watching as the blur of large brick buildings and stores slowly faded into the natural lushness of the countryside, forest and woodland galore surrounding the road as Alastor drove uphill.

"Midnight, and a rendezvous~..."

As the murky afternoon made way for a vibrant, vermillion-tinted sunset, the headlights of the car illuminated the rocky dirt path ahead as the trees overheard blocked out the sunlight.

"Your eyes held a message tender, saying "I surrender all my love to you..."

Soon, the vehicle was pulled to a stop, right in front of a pathway that led uphill, supposedly to a cliff, by the looks of it.

"Midnight brought us sweet romance, I know my whole life through..."

“Where have you taken me, now?” You narrowed your playful gaze at the radio host, and he simply chuckled and reached over to brush a stray hair from your cheek. 

"I'll be remembering you, whatever else I do...

“You’ll see, my dear.”

"Midnight, the stars and you." 

Damp grass crunched beneath the soles of your black Mary Janes as you slid out of your car seat. The scent of misty dewdrop overwhelmed your senses, and as you inhaled the crisp winter air, you shivered off your pent-up nerves. 

The trunk of the car slammed, and Alastor emerged from behind it with his hands clasped behind his back. You narrowed your suspicious gaze at him as you stood behind the wooden fence overlooking the edge of the cliff.

“And just what do you have there, Al’?” 

“Can’t get anything past your eyes, can I, darling~? Oh well, if you must know,” with a gentle simper, he brought his hand to your jaw. 

“It has something to do with this,” a blush crept up your cheeks and burned against the tips of your ears as he murmured breathily against your cheek and turned your chin towards the edge of the cliff.

The twinkling lights of New Orleans mimicked the showing stars above as they danced merrily in the sea of a deep violet dripping into an alluring crimson, and finally fading into the radiant glow of the sun as it slowly dipped beneath the earth.

“It’s... Oh, God, Al’, it’s so beautiful...”  

As the last dying breaths of daylight fell beneath the horizon, you flickered your gaze to Alastor, memorizing every inch of his face, every freckle and pore in the rare proximity that you had with him in this moment. 

Your eyes fell to his lips, a soft tug aching at your heart, begging you to move closer, and oh, how you couldn’t have known how he was fighting that very same urge now. His eyes watched the sunset for a moment more, before falling to you. 

Radiant couldn’t even begin to describe you. 

Slowly, his hand edged along the fence, the unfamiliar gesture so hilariously foreign it made your eyes widen in surprise. 

You pretended not to notice it as your fingertips teased along the wooden gate towards his, and his inched closer in return, warm, slender fingers nearly brushing up against your own. 

“Breathtaking, isn’t it?” 

“Utterly,” you finally murmured, the air nearly pulled out of your lungs at the sound of his voice. It sounded so... pure, so genuinely like Alastor in his relaxed state, his accent a foreign, suave undertone to his words, carried upon a smooth tune that one could only catch when he sang, or when you heard him like this. 

And only you could ever hear Alastor like this. 

“Thank you for showing me this... It’s amazing,” you whispered, flickering your awestruck gaze from him to the fading light of the impending night sky.

Honestly, the sunset wasn’t even the highlight. You just wanted an excuse to trail your gaze along the glowing features of the man that haunted your dreams and managed to chase away your nightmares. 

It was Alastor. God, it always had to be Alastor, didn’t it?

“Oh, the night’s just begun, my dear!” A gush of wind tousled your air as you were twirled from your place beside him, eliciting a delighted giggle from you as you landed firmly upon your feet, or rather, Alastor's tight grip wouldn't allow you to fall.

"I have just a few more tricks up my sleeve. Now, close your eyes."

You blinked dumbly, and he chuckled as he released you.

"Oh, alright. I suppose I'll indulge your whims, just this once," you turned on your heel and covered your eyes, only able to hear the rustling of cloth, the clink of a glass, the spark of a match being struck, and finally, Alastor calling out to you.

"Open your eyes, darling~."

Slowly, you turned around, opening your eyes to the sight of him kneeling upon a plaid patterned blanket laid out upon the grass, holding two glasses and a bottle of red wine in his hands.

You placed your hands to your lips with a soft gasp as candlelight flickered softly against the blanket, protected by a tall, cylinder-shaped glass case.

"My God... Rosie was right," you muttered, chuckling softly as you shook your head and sat yourself down beside him. His content, close-lipped smile drew you in like a moth to a flame, seeking more of his warmth, even if it meant being burned.

"You're going to give me a heart attack one of these days," you took a glass, watching his attentive gaze as he carefully poured yourself and him a cup of wine.

The tantalizing liquid swished in the glass, catching the flickering candlelight in glimpses.

"Then I suppose an antidote is in order," Alastor lifted his half-lidded gaze to you, clinking the glasses together in a silent toast.

. . .

The rest of the evening felt like a beautiful, distant dream, doused in bubbling laughter and warm liquid happiness, as you two remained blissfully unaware of the candle's slow descent of melting into a pile of cooled wax. 

Its dying light flickered softly, casting shadows onto you as rested your head against Alastor's slender chest. The man was holding you so tenderly that you almost didn't recognize it was he who pulled you into his arms. 

Luckily for you, Alastor could hold his alcohol better than anyone you’d met, and so, within the content clarity of laying with you in his arms, he pulled you flush against his frame and reveled in the intimacy that wouldn’t come with your remembrance of anything that happened that night. 

He settled onto the blanket, snuggling you close and enjoying your flush body’s warmth, teasing his hands along your sides while inhaling the scent of your shampoo coupled with the dewy midnight air. 

"Hey, Allie...?" 

Alastor blinked at the nickname, chuckling softly as he replied, “Yes, my dear?” 

"I don't know if I like you as a friend..." 

"Oh? Well, it ails me to hear that, darling," he pretended to pout softly down at you while your squinted in frustration.

"Nooo... I just," you huffed, resting further into his chest as he held you, reveling in how perfect you fit into his grasp.

Ah, a bit of a clingy drunk, are we? 

As long as you were clinging to him, then Alastor didn't mind. 

"I... don't think I can like you... as just a friend." 

"Oh?" His eyes flickered from the small back of your neck to your eyes as you stared up at him, imploring for him to understand.

"I think... I think I really like you..." you mumbled softly against Alastor's chest, a soft blush tickling your cheeks as you pressed yourself further against him.

“Many people do.” 

"Hm... Not like I do..."

Alastor's breath hitched in his throat. Now, just what could that mean? Did you like him more than just as a friend? That perhaps you liked him more than you even let on? Maybe, just maybe, could it mean that you loved him?

But Alastor knew better than to trust the drunken words of his intoxicated darling. Besides, it was getting late, and he'd hate to keep you out in the cold any longer. Plus, you and Rosie would've let the radio host have it if he purposefully left you out there simply to get more answers out of you.

"Hey, where are we going?" Alastor stood you up, raising an eyebrow at the slight sway in your stance as you nearly stumbled, and had it not been for his steadying grip, you would have eaten a mouthful of dirt.

"Ah-ah-ah! Steady, now, I can't have you falling all over me, can I~?" You rolled your eyes half-heartedly.

*Hiccup* "Yeah, yeah... I'll be fine, Al'," you muttered, though you put up no fight as Alastor swept you into his arms into a bridal carry.

"Heh... Y'know, Al', have I ever told you that you kinda look like a deer?" You reached up to play with the frays of his coat as he carried you back to the car.

"Hm... No, I don't believe anyone's told me that," he replied hesitantly, his lips thinning slightly at the observation. Alastor didn't exactly love his likeness being compared to prey.

"Well, you do," you smiled and reached up to fluff out his hair, which he reluctantly allowed for now.

"And what makes you say that, my dear?"

"Your eyes. They're so... soft and round. Like your hair," you continued to tangle your hands into his hair, sighing softly as you leaned against him with a dreamy smile, completely lost to the affect you had on the poor man who was restraining from just squishing and kissing your cute little face-

Alastor's grip had shifted slightly to open the car door and he laid you down upon the car seat with a head pat and a tender, close-lipped smile. "Looks can be deceiving, my dear. Remember that."

You weren't so sure about that. The radio host had been nothing but kind and generous to you, and this warm, fuzzy feeling that bloomed in your chest, starting from your heart and reaching to your feet definitely wasn't caused by the alcohol.

"Wait," your hand snatched his wrist before he could pull away from you, and with a kind, patient gaze, Alastor raised an eyebrow down at you.

"Yes, darling?" 

"Could I..." your eyes flickered to Alastor's jacket, and it took a few moments for him to realize what you were implying. With a chuckle, and a steady stream of blush - not just from your copious alcohol intake - across your cheeks, he slipped off his jacket and tucked you into it. 

His gaze grew tender as he observed how comfortable, how perfect you looked all snuggled up in his clothes. Hidden away from the world and tucked into his car. 

Perhaps these little detours should become more frequent... 

"Now, sit tight, my dear, we'll be home in no time," his soft whisper made you shiver in your seat as the car rumbled to life, and the beginning chimes of a soft jazz number began to sooth you to sleep. 

Around when you and Alastor were halfway back home, you finally nodded off, completely unaware of how the radio host’s gaze shifted to you more than once, completely willing to crash the car if it meant simply watching you while you slept. 

He sighed softly, humming along to the music as his eyes kept to the road for the final stretch of the ride. How could something so... personal to him bloom from an unconventional friendship like this? 

Love is unconventional, Rosie’s voice chirped back to him in his head, and he rolled his eyes at his imaginary conversation with the seamstress. 

Oh, well. All would be clear in due time, Alastor supposed. He would have the rest of his life with you, wouldn’t he? That should surely be enough to navigate these baffling urges to hold you and keep you, bury his nose in your hair, flicking his tongue against the sensitive nape of your neck as he dig his claws into your hips and- 

Ⱥղժ ահąէ ìƒ ʂհҽ ƒìղժʂ օմէ ąҍօմէ էհìղҽ մղʂąѵօɾվ օççմքąէìօղ? Ͳհҽ օղҽ էհąէ էąҟҽʂ քӀąçҽ ҍąçҟʂէąցҽ...? The guttural rumble of the Loa questioned sharply, but Alastor stifled any seeping doubt as his fists clenched the steering wheel.

He had no time for this. Alastor only wanted to be home with you, tuck you into bed, and do his usual survey of your room, taking any loose articles of clothing or towels, keeping them for his own to inhale and put his wanting lips to until your scent faded from the cloth. 

It had become a little hobby of his, simply to satisfy his spiraling yearning for your warmth in his arms.

It couldn't replace you, but it'd have to do.

Alastor's eyes flickered to you one last time as the car slowed in front of the manor, and despite his inner judgment, he carefully reached over and cupped your cheek with his hand, and all his self-deprecation was instantly silenced.

The rest of the world could wait, for now.

He had his precious Doe to put to bed, after all.

. . .

𝐄𝐧𝐝 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: Okay, okay, I know I've been gone for a HOT minute but I HAVE AN EXPLANATION.

Writing is hard. I am a perfectionist. And I'm about to collaspse.

But I swear it'll all be worth it, when I hit ya'll with the next chapter ;) some of ya'll know what its about to be about.

Until next time~!

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~ Mafia!Stucky Mastlist⍟✪ 📚~

Hello lovely, I hope you’re having a great day. I thought it was about time I made a list dedicated to my favourite boys, so welcome to my Mafia!Stucky masterlit!I love to write in my spare time, and the fiction I create is for 18+ readers ONLY. Also, everything is character x fem!reader, and please, read the tags carefully before continuing.

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you're mine (smut, angst, dark)

Steve loves showing off what’s his, you. What does eh do when he sees someone staring at what is his?

i need more (fluff, smut)

You’d been off all day and it hadn’t gone unnoticed by Steve. He’d do anything to make you feel better so when you started begging him to help you have some release, he didn’t hold back.

ruined orgasm - kinktober (smut)

He had given you one rule: do not interrupt the meeting. So, of course you had to walk straight into the meeting that had all of America’s most noterious gangsters

steve's birthday wish (P.1) (fluff, smut, angst)

It was approaching Steve’s birthday and you had no idea what to get him. Bucky suggests just asking the Mafia boss what he would like, but would you regret your decision when you hear what Steve truly wants.

When Two Become Three (P.2) (fluff, smut)

It has been a few weeks since Steve sat back and watched your be pleasured by his best friend Bucky, and you couldn’t stop thinking about it. Especially, the part where Steve confessed his fantasy to have a threesome, but would you ever agree to it?

one more meeting (fluff, smut, angst, dark)

For all of the years that you had known Steve and Bucky, you had never seen them lose control of their anger. All of the murder and violence always being calculated, calm, and dangerous. But today, that all changed and for the first time in years, you were truly scared of the boys you loved.

repeat after me(fluff, smut, angst)

It wasn’t often that you had to attend a party with your boyfriends but today, you found yourself at one, filling you with anxiety and dread. How will the boys react when they find you close to a panic attack and starting to doubt their love for you?

how many?(fluff, smut)

Steve had finally found time to take you and Bucky on holiday. What he doesn’t tell you however is that today, he wanted to see just how many times he and Bucky could get you to orgasm.

i can’t lose you (fluff, smut, angst, dark)

Being the girlfriend of the Mafia leader and his second in command had its dangers but for years, you'd never had to experience this. Until now. How will the boys react when you're put in danger?

no touching (fluff, smut, angst)

You blatantly ignored their instructions and now you had to suffer the repercussions for your actions.

i don’t care (fluff, smut)  

'The reader having a menstrual cycle, this one just a little worse than others, and Steve and Bucky worrying and helping her through it.'

the one weakness (fluff, smut, angst) 

It wasn't often you were by yourself so when you quickly go to the coffee shop, what happens when the enemy is watching and waiting nearby.

overwhelming (fluff)

It had been your birthday a few days ago and both Steve and Bucky had made it their mission to give you the most lavish party followed by intense, long nighttime activities. However as you lay in bed on Monday morning, something just didn't feel quite right.

the fun game  (fluff, smut)

Steve and Bucky had forgotten about your date, leaving you waiting for two hours in the restaurant. How will they react when you decide to play your own little game as payback and, how far can you go before they finally snap?

harder, please  (fluff, smut, angst)

Your mind was clouded with lust and pleasure, as you begged repeatedly for more from Bucky but, what happens when you get hurt in the process?

protect and forget  (fluff, smut, angst) 

Life as the girlfriend of the Mafia boss and his second-in-command was not always smooth sailing, everything did not always go to plan. Two weeks before your birthday, a threat was made to your life. What happens when Steve and Bucky begin to push you away as they search for the threat?

All Eyes On You  (smut)  

“Do you know what we would have done if we had turned up to that restaurant and seen you all dolled up like that? We would have bent you over the table in front of everyone and shown them exactly who you belonged to". - Steve Rogers

you belong to me  (fluff, smut, angst)

These girls knew you were dating Steve and Bucky, so why is it that they thought it was ok to have their hands all over them?

dont fall asleep  (fluff, smut, angst)

It was supposed to be a normal day, but not in fate's eyes as you and Sam are hit by a drunk driver. How will Steve and Bucky react when they hear their girls been hurt?

rule number one.  (fluff, smut, angst)

It was Bucky's birthday but even a surprise party won't stop Steve and Bucky from punishing you for not looking after yourself.

Last Hope (CH. 1) (CH. 2)  (fluff, smut, angst, dark)

Before dating Steve and Bucky, your life felt like a steel cage that you couldn't escape from because of your family business. There was no happiness or hope but, what happens when the infamously heartless mafia leader, Steve Rogers, finds you alone?

our little bean  (fluff, angst)    

You stared unblinking at the Doctor who had just told you the news you couldn't quite comprehend. You were on birth control, so why is the test in his hands saying that you're pregnant?  Accidents happened but is this a happy one? (Yes it is).

the limit  (fluff, smut, angst)

Everyone has a limit, this includes Steve and Bucky. What happens in different situations where each of you felt compelled to use your safewords?

sick day (fluff)

Bucky had warned you that dancing in that rain without a coat would lead you to be ill, maybe you should have listened more to his warning.

accident’s happen (fluff, smut, angst) 

You were visiting a friend when you were accidentally hit in the face, leaving behind a cut across your cheekbone. How will Steve and Bucky react when they see their girl injured?

everyone is breakable  (fluff, smut, angst)

Steve and Bucky were invincible in your eyes. They'd never been injured or in a situation where you thought they weren't the ones in control. That is until one day Bucky doesn't return from meeting with a client.

winter soup  (fluff, smut, angst)

There was no better feeling than a bowl of hot soup when you're feeling unwell and, what's even better is when it's delivered to your door every day by your new guard. It tasted amazing and you could always trust everyone in the Mafia... right?

something new   (smut)

The mafia leader was known to be possessive and enjoy showing off his girl but what happens when he wants to do this by being intimate in front of his gang?

pegging - kinktober  (smut)

Steve had once instructed bucky how to pleasure you but what happens when you’re the one being given the instructions?

cockwarming - kinktober (smut)

You’re feeling needy and restless so Steve offers you something to suck on, much to Bucky’s amusement.

double penetration in one hole - kinktober  (smut)

You were adament to prove Steve wrong and do something you’ve never done before.

fear play - kinktober (smut, dark)

You woke up to darkness, your phone was missing and, all you could was silence echoing around the house but, you knew you weren’t alone.

role reversal - kinktober  (smut)

For once, you were the one shouting at the enemy, demanding that they leave your office. Steve and Bucky were in awe so you tried to keep up this confidence and burn off some energy with them.

Duke, Duchess and Knights  (fluff, angst)

You get so lost in the fantasy dream that when it turns into a nightmare, you're not sure what reality is when you wake up screaming.

Merry Christmas (fluff, smut)

It was a simple question: Have you been naughty or nice this year?

Safety Measures (Angst, Smut, Fluff)

It was the anniversary of Steve and Bucky saving you from your sadistic brother. Usually, it was a time of celebration for you, but this year, you couldn't help but feel paranoid and unsafe.

Drabbles

The first to give their jacket when reader is cold

Mad & Sad moments

Saying the wrong thing

TikTok trend: no kissing

Who is more protective?

safe space in your new home

Halloween Costumes

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[thedarkmistress16]

here's some long-awaited tony food for your thots

(im serious this is 100% PWP done in like, *check watch* 6-8 hrs or so in one sitting- it's all over the place, fam)

let me know immediately if any of you want me to community label this, if that makes you more comfortable. if you want another installment (it will have actual plot i promise) just let me know. None of the used images here are mine, they belong to their respective owners, I only own my garbage writing.

Boyfriend!Steve Rogers x Girlfriend!Experienced!Unfaithful!Reader x Jealous!Yandere!Tony Stark- Repression and Suppression

and here are some messy A03-esque tags for your reading pleasure (srsly read these before continuing or you void your reading warranty):

(Lime, Lemon, G-rape, Cheating, Physical Cheating, Unintentional Cheating, Affair, Noncon, Dubcon, Forced Orgasm, Overstimulation, Fingering, Oral, Vaginal, MxF, PWP, Love Triangle, Jealousy, Third Wheel Tony Stark, Sexual Deviant Tony Stark, Manipulation, Humiliation, Dirty Talk, Swearing, Teasing, Gaslighting, Sexual Coercion, Power Play? Beard Burn, The run of shame?, Lust used as a manipulation tool, Tony blatantly misunderstands words, The horny ruins lives, Reader’s never cheated in her life ong she just misses sex, Tony is all kinds of wrong here, OOC Tony Stark, His dialogue is probably OOC sorry about that, No descriptors besides gender have fun)

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You don’t know how this happened.

…

Okay, you do know how this happened. You and Tony stumbled upon the same floor in an otherwise empty Tower and you both plopped on the same couch shooting the shit. No paperwork for you to do and no big baddie causing a commotion in New York for the Iron Man to stop. And you may have overshared a tad about the feelings you’ve been having at his prompting about your relationship status, but hey, that’s normal, even for sober people. Everyone needs to vent every once in a while. Or overshare, or both.

What you didn’t expect, however, was your totally innocent sex conversation with Tony to turn into dirty talk. Which, alright- fair, this was Tony you were talking to, so probably not your best moment.

“It’s not like he’ll find out.” Tony’s palm rests on your thigh. “And you said so yourself, he doesn’t give you what you need.”

But thankfully, that’s when your brain started working again, and you actively began to create some space between you, with his hand falling off your leg.

“No, Tony. You know who I’m with and you know he’ll be coming back.”

Tony follows you and- what the fuck? Was this couch always this small? The palm greets your thigh again, more insistent now if the pressure was any indication.

“Can you really wait that long?”

You stare at Tony, incredulous at the turn of events. He wouldn’t- would he?

You see him smile at you before diving in for a kiss.

Wide-eyed, your first reaction is to push him off, but he practically falls on top of you, keeping you pinned there as his tongue goes to work in prying your mouth open.

You struggle, and then, well, he knew how to kiss to get what he wanted, that was for sure. It was so different from what you were used to with him, all chaste and loving. Tony used the flat surface of the appendage to massage your tongue, and- holy fuck you really forgot what good kisses felt like. Tony feels so good- so warm and passionate, that his embrace sends you into a blanketed bliss.

And as you make out, that blanket grows more and more stuffy. You lose track of time, and- well, yourself. The next time you open your eyes, you’re greeted to a shirtless and more disheveled Tony Stark on top of you, kissing down your neck, and humping his bulge against you and- oh fuck your pants were gone.

Okay, this had officially gone too far. Yes, this was hot, and yes your body was awakened from the longest dry spell ever by his kisses, but you had to try and stop this. You had to get Tony to shut this shit down, and then blame your horny self later.

But first, Operation Turn off Tony.

“Wait!” Your hands fly to Tony’s chest, pushing with effort despite wanting to melt into a puddle. “I can’t- you know I can’t-”

Okay, your voice would’ve sounded commanding if Tony hadn’t run his hands under your shirt.

And if his arm wasn’t practically glued to the damn cushions you would've had more leeway to shake him off. And if he wasn’t so stron-

Wait- one arm?

…

…oh my god why is he pushing against you?

“Oh?” It comes out automatically and your body absolutely preens at the sensation before you come back down.

Oh fuck no- now two of his fingers are inside you and you’re not sure if you can even try to hold him off now.

Think of Steve think of Steve think of Steve think of Steve-!

“Tony, mmn-m, pl-”

“Why refuse this?” He pauses to let his fingers talk and the resulting squelching has you trying to seal your mouth in protest. “Why refuse me? When the sweet release you want is right in front of you?” His fingers fall away. “And when this-” he rolls his denim-covered penis over your pussy, eliciting a groan from both of you, “cock is ready and begging to be inside you?”

There is no hope to quell your blushing at this point either, you unhelpfully surmise to yourself. But even so, you don’t let up, forcing yourself to meet his eyes.

“He’ll, ah- find out, hah, Tony.” Fucking hell it was hard to form words now, “and he w-will-”

Tony, more envious than you’ve ever seen him, snarls in retaliation. “Don’t think about him! He’s not the one who’s going to be fucking you tonight.” He takes a moment to regain his composure before adding, “don’t worry, baby. I’ll make you feel so good you can’t stand it.”

“Ton- ah!”He hit a sensitive spot inside you, and your body jolted with the feeling. “P-please...ha...” You pant, trying to control yourself as his fingers retract. Trying to think of Steve instead, and all the other reasons why you shouldn’t be doing this. Why he shouldn’t be doing this to you and how he’s currently making you tingle in too many places.

In mock concern, he inquires, “what is it, baby? I’m right here...” You swear to the highest moon that Tony Stark’s teasing is the worst kind you’ve ever had to experience in your entire life; mainly because he does it in a way that pisses you off to no end.

“I- Tony, I n-need you to-” He shushes you, leaving you more baffled. He doesn’t even know your request yet and he’s already cutting you off. The playboy slides two fingers inside your wet canal and you cry out in surprise. They slip out within the next second, not allowing you to properly process the action. He languidly laps at his fingers and you actually whine at the sight, which is literally the worst reaction you could've had. Tony hums at the taste and his eyes, holding your own, gleam wickedly as you attempt to recover.

“Oh, you need me to fuck you baby? Say no more.”

You gasp, utterly scandalized. How the fuck did he interpret a nothing sentence into that? He’s already working on unzipping his jeans and you’re quick to remedy the situation, despite your breathlessness. “No, Tony, that’s not-” A hand swiftly comes down to palm your sensitive pussy and squeezes, attempting to shut you up with desire. You’re shameful when you realize his tactic worked, as you find it elicits a sexual groan from you strong enough to make your head tilt up towards the ceiling and your back arch off the couch. Tony tuts at your wanton display.

“Don’t deny it, honey. You’re absolutely dripping for cock.” He leans in close to your ear and latches his mouth onto your neck. The man nibbles and suckles enough to probably leave a mark before playfully biting your earlobe and whispering, “and I’m more than willing to provide that relief.” A small part of you finds it ironic he’d use the word willing when you haven’t vocally confirmed it in this case.

When he’s fully sheathed inside you, he sits still for a minute, groaning at the feel of you. Tony then starts circling his hips, not thrusting in the slightest, and at this point you’ve had enough of his games. If he wants to do this so badly then so be it. “No teasing…” you huff unpleasantly.

“Hmm? What was that?” His member is still nudging against the ridges of your vaginal walls, causing your lower body to spasm and tighten at random intervals.

“If you’re going to fuck me then actually fuck me.” You make your voice harsh to get your impatience across, keeping your gaze even. Tony simply winks and wastes no time setting a pace inside you, smirking pleasantly as your body shifts from his thrusts. He licks his lips at the sight of your breasts bouncing underneath your shirt and impatiently forces the fabric up to your neck to squeeze at one. 

You close your eyes and furrow your brows, focusing your efforts on meeting Tony’s thrusts and tightening your pelvic muscles frequently to help his orgasm along. Judging by his strained moans, the fruits of your past lovers' labor seem to be working. He starts to shudder and you beam with pride.

Jackpot.

That is until he yanks himself out of you completely, struggling to hold himself over your body.

“Mngh, hah- baby,” he laughs in between ragged breaths, “let’s not spoil the fun too early, now…”

Tony then switches to playfully dragging his cock along the splayed seam of your lips, right over your spasming hole, and you wouldn’t have been able to hold in that unholy moan if you tried.

He flips you over without a word, leaving you disoriented with an “oof,” as he re-positions you to make your ass hang lewdly in the air. Tony swats one asscheek and your hands scramble to find purchase before he tries something else, which you seldom find in the firm material. Another mocking sound escapes his throat at your reaction and you turn your head to glare at him.

“Could have given a girl a warning, y’know?”

“Well, sweetcheeks, I can’t very well tackle this raging problem unless I approach it from all possible angles~” His eyes rove over your new position admiringly. “And this view is definitely worth the effort.”

He winks at you, smirking all the while. You refuse to react, deadpanning, before giving up. “Fuck you, Stark.”

He says some other comment you don’t care about- on the lines of having patience- when something wet wiggles across your folds-

Your eyes widen. Was this a better advantage point for him to-

His tongue thrusts itself inside your walls and you lose all sense of thought, wanting to collapse into the couch already. Tony’s firm and swift in his movements, pressing the angle of his chin into your mound harshly and rubbing your sensitive areas consistently. The stiff hairs of his beard rub themselves across your clit as he leans forward and you lose all sense of yourself, screaming into the cushioned void and spasming around his mouth.

Your hips lull into a gentle rocking, you realize, when the sensations have dulled. You can still feel Tony between your legs, but licking you much more softly now. Your satisfied mews fall out of your mouth like a gentle stream, and you let yourself bask in the well-overdue afterglow.

Tony slowly parts from your pussy with a smacking sound, and you feel saliva trailing down your thighs as you whine. You hear him say the word “ready” and you hum questionably, not in the mood for words. He leans forward to kiss up your back and make a path for your ear, reiterating himself.

“You ready for me, honey?”

“Mm, you’re not-?”

“-finished? How kind of you to offer, baby. After all, I haven’t finished fucking you into forgetting him yet.”

Your brain almost fits the pieces together, already turning towards him to voice the question when you feel him line up his cock at your entrance. You don’t even bother doing anything other than bracing yourself as Tony thrusts into you, and you realize too late that you’re still too sensitive.

He’s more insistent as he fucks into you, just as his mouth, but he’s humping into all the right places despite your body singing to the point of pain.

“Ahn! O-oh!” At this point, you literally didn’t care that your face was practically being suffocated by the cushions that Tony Stark- your not-boyfriend- was pushing you into and fondling your breasts. You were about to get an orgasm on a dick you haven’t been treated to in months on top of a great orgasm, and it was quickly feeling like it was going to be one of the best ones you’ve ever had.

“Oh, fuck- yes, oh- Tony- fuck-! me!” You manage to scream out over your lack of breath, feeling his thrusts grow frantic. The determined mumbling he’s spouting over your ear becomes noise as your second orgasm crashes over you. Your ears are fuzzy but you can make out Tony proclaiming your name in ecstasy before he plops down on your back, causing your legs to fully give out.

You pant there, lying in sweat and regret, wanting to move just yet but knowing you have a lot of cleanup to do.

Tony shifts first, stroking your hair as he whispers once more, “So, was that a thorough fucking for you baby?”

Despite yourself, you laugh. Whether it was from the now spiraling guilt slowly ebbing away at your brain or that it was from the sudden feeling of loss in how to handle your new infidelity status, you didn’t know. You chalked it up to exhaustion.

Tony mumbles again, but you’re coherent enough to understand his words and nod, calmly lying there as he gets up. 

You waited until the bare ass of Tony left your line of sight before you shot up like a lightning bolt, gathering your clothes and racing toward the elevator in one fluid motion.

You impatiently return to your room to inspect Tony’s damages in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror, trying to ignore the aftersex glow you still had. Your hands trail over your naked body, taking note of the reddened marks with each twist and turn. Yep, that was definitely a hickey.

They halt on your thighs when you feel a searing pain there and your eyes grow wide, mouth hanging open with a hiss.

Oh fuck. You had beard burn. How the hell were you going to explain that to Steve? Covering them up was one thing- but the itching pain you were going to feel?

The cum inside you suddenly shifts downward and you instinctively clench to hold it in, cringing at yourself. Another man’s mess splattered on the carpet of your and your boyfriend’s room is not what you needed right now.

Biting the inside of your lip, you hurry to the connecting bathroom and wash yourself of the sexual encounter the best you can.

#moi writing #tony stark lemon #tony stark x reader #yandere tony stark #tony stark smut #yeh the citrus scale lives rent free in my brain #tony stark x reader smut #side note: #i had 3 gifs/image inspos on standby and i decided on the funny one because thats literally the plot in my brain #it's 2 hrs later and im still cackling at the ruins lives tag #i like to have fun here

[starlightvld]

20 Qᴜᴇꜱᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ꜰɪᴄ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇʀꜱ

Tagged by the lovely @snarky-magpie - thank you!!

1. How many works do you have on A03? 13 (for now...☺️)

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 429,228

3. What fandoms do you write for? Voltron: Legendary Defender and Call of Duty: MW Reboot

4. What are your top five fics by kudos? - Couch Surfing (COD, soapghost) - Broken Bones & Shattered Hearts (COD, soapghost) - Up in Smoke (COD, soapghost) - Formalities (Voltron, sheith) - Research and Development (Voltron, sheith)

5. Do you respond to comments? YES. I love talking to people in the comments. 😍

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Probably Couch Surfing because it's an "in progress" ending. But it's still mostly happy because I can't really write anything else. LOL

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Probably Formalities? But all of them are pretty tooth-rotting...

8. Do you get hate on fics? No

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Yes, but it's always slow burn smut with feelings (hi, I'm ace).

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? I love thinking about crossovers, but I haven't written any yet (unless you count the AU from question 13, I guess).

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I know of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Not that I know of.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? The soapghost Punisher AU I'm working on with @kibagib - You're my mask, you're my cover, my shelter - is basically co-written. Kiba gives me the outline for what they want to happen in the scene, and I write it out, adding my own flare here and there. It's been so much fun to work together to bring Kiba's visions to life!

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? As much as I love soapghost, I think sheith will always have my heart.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? So far, I've finished or am actively working on all my WIPs... 😯 I do have an idea for a soapghost inter-dimensional-travel, angst-with-a-bittersweet ending fic, but that one hasn't gotten past outline phase. That's the closest I have to a fic I might never finish. (This fic would also win "angstiest ending," btw.)

16. What are your writing strengths? I think I write dialogue and emotions/introspection pretty well.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? I struggle with descriptions - they are often what I "add in" during the editing phases. I'm also a VERY SLOW writer, which is why it takes so long to update sometimes.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I don't do it unless I have a native speaker willing to help me with the translation. Otherwise, it's just English but in italics. LOL

19. First fandom you wrote for? Dragon Age (long ago with a different user name)

20. Favourite fic you’ve written? I love them all, but my first sheith fic - In Sunshine and in Shadow - will always be special to me because it helped me process that atrocious VLD ending.

Tagging... errmmmm... @oodelally9 @kayluvlygrey @hawkeykirsah @ticktockclockwork @ursae-minoris-world @insomnikat-mused @chalkofthevalley

No pressure! Ignore or play as you like!

#sheith #shiro x keith #soapghost #ghostsoap #ghoap #COD #vld #Call of Duty #COD MW reboot #writing #my writing #OG Starlight

[magpiefngrl]

20 Questions for Writers

Thank you for the tag @hoko-onchi-writes! Great way to spend a lazy Sunday morning :)

Username: magpie_fngrl

1. How many works do you have on A03? 54

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 392,045

3. What fandoms do you write for? I've mostly written drarry. I'd started as a pynch writer (TRC) and lately I've written a bunch in other fandoms.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos? all drarry:

dirtynumbangelboy

The Miseducation of Draco Malfoy

The Full Monty

Through the Looking Glass and What Draco Found There,

9 ½ Days

5. Do you respond to comments? I do my best. I made a decision back when I posted a lot of stuff and got more comments than I could handle that I would only reply to the comments on the last chapter of a multi-chapter fic. Other than that, I try my best to reply to everyone.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I wrote a Major Character Death fic (The Death You Carry). Can't get angstier than that.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Most of my fics end happy, but now that I think of it they're mostly HFN in romance-genre speak. Happy For Now aka the fic ends with them as a couple, kissing or touching for example, the Ever After is implied but not explicit. Two fics which end with H/D living together, and thus more committed to each other, are Hush, darling and The Boy Who Died. These are also angstier than my other fics, which makes the happy ending sweeter imo.

8. Do you get hate on fics? Not hate per se. I've received demanding comments ("Can you write more? Another sex scene? And make it mpreg?") or comments like "I like your story but I can't read on because you have X topping". Not hate. There was a time, though, that I got several comments about how stupid/annoying/an arsehole Harry is, which reflect an attitude I used to see in fandom, where Draco is perfect and Harry is a bumbling fool and the minute he says something sharp to Draco he becomes an arsehole and should be screamed at. Needless to say, I hate this kind of interpretation. I deleted a couple of these comments, I just couldn't have them on my page. It was the reason I de-activated comments on all my fics for some time.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? The sexy kind, I hope LOL

Serious answer: I have written explicit sex scenes, although I tend to be more vague rather than write a play-by-play description of what is happening. I mean, there is some of that, but not as detailed as it can be. I don't know how to explain it better in English, sorry. Anyhow, I love sex scenes, I love reading them, I enjoy the challenge of writing them, and I think what I like best in what I read (and thus I try to emulate) is when a sex scene reveals the emotional state of these two people rather than just say whose dick does what.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? I haven't! A couple of years ago I got a few asks about wangxian and drarry meeting up and although it was fun to reply to the asks and imagine how it would take place, I don't think I'll ever write it.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Someone screenshot dnab and posted it on instagram. The whole 40k fic. If there have been others, I don't know.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes, a few.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? I haven't and I'm not sure I could. I don't think my writing process would lead to successful collaborations. If I were to imagine it, the easiest for me would be that each writer has their own POV (I'd write Draco, the other person Harry, for instance) and we'd have a general idea but not a strict outline and we'd write it like a relay race: I'd post something, they'd write the next part, then me etc.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? I tend to move on from fandoms, so it used to be pynch, then drarry, now wangxian. I don't have a lot of time for fandom these days so I'm not as obsessed with a ship as I used to be. I love all my babies equally.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I started a fic with a magical university of sorts, or rather 8th year but they'd be more like uni students than normal school students, and Draco was a Veela whose mate was Astoria. Not sure where it would all go, but well--it won't go anywhere now, because I have so many other WIPs that take precedent.

16. What are your writing strengths? I'm decent at dialogue and I've been told my fics have great atmosphere. Occasionally I write an unusual turn of phrase and people comment on that. My fics are fairly short, but I've been told that they have a lot more story than the reader expected because of the word count, and I think that's because I edit ruthlessly.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Plotting is my main problem. I pants my stories and it takes me forever to figure out what happens next. I also lack confidence and doubt everything while writing, which isn't a writing weakness exactly, but it does affect my writing.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? It's cool. I like it.

19. First fandom you wrote for? The Raven Cycle. I was mad about pynch.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written? Currently 9 ½ Days but I have a very, very soft spot for The Boy Who Died.

Tagging: @lettersbyelise @lucifergraced @coriesocks @wolfpants @julcheninred @nerdherderette @lqtraintracks if they wanna!

#tagged #writer questions #thank you hoko!

[discordantwords]

20 questions for fic writers

I was tagged by @khorazir and @raina-at. Thanks so much for tagging me!

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 47 (how is it that many?!) 29 for BBC Sherlock 18 for The X-Files

2. What's your total A03 word count? 897,533

3. What fandoms do you write for? Currently only BBC Sherlock

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

(Never) Turn Your Back to the Sea

White Knight

Incidents with Dogs, Curious and Otherwise

Another Auld Lang Syne

The Dead Detective

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I try to! I'm not always the best at keeping up, especially lately as my schedule has been erratic and I can only steal a few minutes here and there for fandom activities. But even when I don't have a chance to reply, I do read and treasure each and every comment.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I guess maybe The Pillar upon which England Rests has the saddest ending of anything that I've ever written, but I don't really consider it a sad story. It's set immediately post Reichenbach, told mostly through flashbacks as Mrs Hudson shares the story of how she met Sherlock with John. Sherlock is still "dead" when the story comes to a close, and John and Mrs Hudson are both grieving, though we as the reader know their loss is temporary.

I have a few shorter fics with ambiguous endings that lean in the angsty direction:

Nothing Happened in Belarus deals with accidental time travel, with grief-stricken S4 Sherlock finding himself briefly in the care of S1 John. Alas, the reprieve is a short one, as neither Sherlock nor John become aware of what is happening in time to take advantage of the opportunity.

At the end of Leaves Sherlock and John have either triumphed over the hallucinogenic vines that have invaded 221B… or they haven't. (I have my own theory, but you are free to interpret the ending however you choose.)

In EXECUTE John inadvertently deletes Mary from existence. He gets his happy ending, but has to live with the uncomfortable knowledge of the choices he's made.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Most of my fics have happy or at least hopeful endings. I like leaving the boys in a good place. I guess it depends on the flavor of happy you're looking for. But I'd say that these are probably the happiest:

(Never) Turn Your Back to the Sea

Inscrutable to the Last

White Knight

Another Auld Lang Syne

Whirlwind

8. Do you get hate on fics? Thankfully, no. A few weird comments here and there, but nothing too bad. The vast majority of my interaction with others in the fandom has been absolutely wonderful.

9. Do you write smut? Most of my sex scenes stay in R rated territory. But I tend to roll with whatever the plot demands of me.

10. Do you write crossovers? I've done quite a few fusion fics, but not crossovers. Crossovers aren't usually my cup of tea.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Once, sort of, but I don't believe it was done maliciously and I don't wish to call attention to it.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes! I'm always flattered by requests to translate my writing.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? A friend and I used to write together quite a bit in high school, but nothing that has made it out into the world.

14. What's your all-time favourite ship? Sherlock & John and Mulder & Scully.

15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Crime Writer is a Sherlock/Knight Rider fusion that ran out of steam a while back (although it was intended to be episodic and IMO doesn't feel too horribly unresolved where it ends, so don't let the unfinished nature of it put you off if you're inclined to read it).

I'm still optimistic about most of the WIPs in my WIP folder, heh. I guess we'll see what next year brings.

16. What are your writing strengths? I like to think I'm good at writing complicated people with complicated feelings that don't always resolve neatly.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? I don't think my smut is particularly inspired. And I have a very hard time writing fluff or domestic situations without having some angst to drive the plot.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? I personally wouldn't attempt it. I'm not fluent in any other languages and there's far too much nuance to leave in the hands of Google Translate. :)

19. First fandom you wrote for? X-Files! (Unless you count unrefined and unposted scribblings from my younger years, I definitely went through a phase where I was trying to fix the Terminator time loop in a way that allowed Sarah Connor and Kyle Reese to live happily ever after.)

20. Favourite fic you've ever written? Oh, this is always such a hard question to answer. The Pillar upon Which England Rests is the first fic I wrote for the Sherlock fandom, so it has a special place in my heart. I'm really proud of the cases and complex plot in Out There. (Never) Turn Your Back to the Sea is the one that seems to resonate with the most people. And White Knight is the fic I'd most like to see turned into an episode of the show. :D

I'll tag @thetimemoves @insistentbass @lololollywrites @arwamachine @naefelldaurk @clueless-mp4 @totallysilvergirl and anyone else who would like to play along!

#fic writer questions #sherlock #johnlock

[wroteclassicaly]

Kristen. Thirty One. She/Her. Writer & avid reader, who is obsessed with pastel pink (any color pink, really), gardening, doing artsy stuff, cooking, sunflowers, bumblebees, anything holographic, and iridescent. We are just a goofy, hot mess here.

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Current fandom(s) I’m writing for: Stranger Things & Fargo

Current characters I’m (mainly) writing for: Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington & Gator Tillman

Do I write for other fandoms and characters? - Yes! Check my main masterlist (linked above) for more info!

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Current Tag Game

Tagged by @waitmyturtles @lurkingshan and @wen-kexing-apologist!

Current Time: 12:27 PM

Current activity: Taking a lunch break from work between back-to-back meetings (during which I sometimes post to tumblr when they are not useful meetings lol).

Currently thinking about: Balancing work stuff with Palestine stuff with Shadow theories! Also trying not to think about medical news I am waiting for....my brain is a stressful place rn.

Current favourite song: So I fell down a TXT FreeFall rabbit hole; fell in love with Skipping Stones, which then led me to the artist who created that song, Hanroro, and am now obsessed with one of her other songs, "Even if you leave,". Her tone, mood, just everything. Obsessed.

Currently reading: These days I only read fanfic and nonfic. Oh and the Batman: Wayne Family Adventures webtoon lolol Shoutout to Yeaka on A03 who (among other things) writes pitch-perfect Ustukushii Kare ficlets that get me through the day; here's the one I read most recently.

Currently watching: lol here we go (in no particular order but semi-ranked in terms of how much space they are taking up in my brain?):

Shadow the Series: binged all 7 eps yesterday, eagerly awaiting the back half!

I Feel You Linger in the Air: finale this week; this one was really hard for me to watch at first due to the the sexual assaults in the first four episodes, but it's a really gorgeous piece of work and I'm glad I stuck with it (I did have a real moment to myself where I thought if this pattern was going to continue I would have to drop it, but luckily it did not keep going). There are a few powerful scenes that I've written about separately that will live rent-free in my head.

Kimi ni wa todokanai / I cannot reach you / won't get through to you: I'm watching this one grey thanks to the incredible sub work by @lurkingteapot (follow @kiminaisubs!) and am absolutely loving it. These are such wonderful characters. It's so interesting to be watching this at the same time as the next one, because the similarities and differences make comparing the two a richer experience watching both!

Kimi to nara koi wo shite mite mo / If it's with you: Amane has rocketed up to one of my favourite characters of all time. Love how the family stuff is integrated into this show. I think I actually like this show more than I cannot reach you, but I've been providing the minimal insight I can into drafts of the subs for the other show so have been thinking about it more.

One Room Angel: very excited for this one, the humour is pitch-perfect and the themes are my cup of tea. I love supernatural stuff, and mysteries especially around supernatural mechanics, and psychology, and self esteem issues. and all that good stuff.

Kinou nani tabeta / What Did You Eat Yesterday?: Love that this show has retained the heart and quality of the previous work. Loving this a lot. It's not higher on the list only because I don't need to think about it a lot, it's SO legible, and so well done.

Mr Cinderella 2: I am having a FANTASTIC time with this show lol it is such a pulp; there is high drama, paranormal elements (rituals and potions), insidious psychological tricks, and really solid relationship writing. This show starts with the main couple together, and shows how they deal with all of these external forces--which works for me in a way it doesn't with Kiseki below because their response as a couple at first is to unite and shore up; they support one another through it. It's when they start trying to handle things on their own (and this is justified by the narrative) that things fall apart.

Kiseki: Dear to Me: Like everyone else, I have fallen in love with Ai Di the murder kitten. I think the mains aren't resonating with me as much because their problems are all external rather than internal, and they keep trying to handle them individually (i.e. without ever working as a couple to face these issues), but they are also very pretty and I appreciate all the lap-sitting.

Absolute Zero: Honestly I now watch this show with annoyance like "What are you doing with this scene, New Siwaj? Why?". The mechanics of the show are still interesting but I am mad at it so I now approach those questions with annoyance rather than interest lol

Venus in the Sky: I liked this one way more than I thought I would; it's miles better than Check Out and far more coherent. It's a decent pulp!

My Universe: I'm a bit behind on this one but mostly caught up now (one story behind); the quality of these stories varies wildly but it's an interesting short story format! I'm keeping track of thoughts for all of the stories and will do a post when I'm done if anyone wants to know which are worth watching (since they all stand alone)

My Dear Gangster Oppa: This just got started; the first episode was pretty! I think it's going to be a solid and enjoyable pulp lol

You Are Mine: This one I am not enjoying. Too much boss-using-his-powers-over-his-subordinate-to-force-proximity-and-not-actually-communicating, and the women pushing this male secretary at his boss as fodder really sits wrong with me.

Dangerous Romance: I have very little sympathy for the rich boy who doesn't think through the consequences of his actions or the people who enable him, and I'm annoyed that the Sailom character we got at the beginning of the series who was self-aware, confident, clever, and had his priorities straight seems to have disappeared. There is no internal consistency in this show.

Taskmaster series 16: I love this dorky show from England lol comedians are given absurd tasks and then are judged; it's got a very strong undertone-turned-overtone of kink, and yet is family-friendly, and I find that fascinating. What a good show lol

Current favourite character: HMMMM. Amane from If It's With You comes first to mind, to be honest. He's gay, he fucks, he has self esteem issues but he's working on them, he's brave enough to be honest to his crush even though he's been burned before, and he asks for what he really wants, and then hold hope that he might actually get it. And his behaviour around his crush is relatably cringe. I LOVE HIM. [@wen-kexing-apologist wrote this before I saw yours but YES, sad boy hiding behind happiness is THE BEST]

Current WIP: I have 4 asks that I have in my drafts that I owe @wen-kexing-apologist, @mynameisnotthepoint (this wasn't really an ask per se but it was an excuse to gush so I'm taking it), @wanderlust-in-my-soul, and @waitmyturtles. I have been working on all of them and do still plan on answering them! I also have a draft re: Hidden Agenda the novel vs the show that I realllllly need to just stop fussing with and post.

Tags: Tagging folks I've chatted with recently! @dribs-and-drabbles @my-rose-tinted-glasses @slayerkitty @neuroticbookworm @lurkingteapot @crowie @visualtaehyun @belladonna-and-the-sweetpeas @sorry-bonebag @thewayurant

#tag games #thank you for tagging me #multi bl #shadow the series #i feel you linger in the air #ifylita #kimi ni wa todokanai #i cannot reach you #kimi to nara koi wo shite mite mo #if it's with you #one room angel #what did you eat yesterday? #what did you eat yesterday s2 #kinou nani tabeta #mr cinderella #mr cinderella 2 #kiseki: dear to me #absolute zero the series #absolute zero #venus in the sky #my universe the series #my dear gangster oppa #you are mine #dangerous romance #music recs #Youtube

[arwamachine]

20 questions for fic writers

Thanks for the tag, @discordantwords!

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 18 fics, plus 1 collection of poetry

2. What's your total A03 word count? 1,032,993 (I am a wordy motherfucker)

3. What fandoms do you write for? Currently only BBC Sherlock

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Indefinite Lines

To Stand Before the Storm

Sleepwalkers

You Might Just as Well Be Blind

Matchmaking for Solitary Animals

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? When I'm actively posting a fic I do, but when I'm not posting I fall behind and then the inbox gets overwhelming so I avoid it and then it gets even more overwhelming so I avoid some more and now we've really reached critical mass and aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

I do read them all, though, and they make me happy in my heart

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? We don't really do angsty endings over at ArwaMachine, LLC. Monsters in the Woods come close (iykyk - I see y'all's screams in that last chapter), and Oh How the Ghost of You Clings ends with Sherlock still on hiatus, but we're all about that happy ending over here (...for now)

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? They've all got happy endings; the heavier the angst, the happier the ending! I feel like Indefinite Lines has a pretty happy ending, and if you consider the Bonus Lines then we're really in Fluffy McFluff territory.

So Grant Us All a Change of Heart also has a pretty happy ending (and a hefty dose of angst in all the preceding chapters)

8. Do you get hate on fics? Not really, thank god. There's been a few frowny-face comments here and there, but overall folks have been lovely.

9. Do you write smut? HECK YES I DO! C'MON OVER TO ARWAMACHINE'S HOUSE O SMUT AND LOAD UP ON YOUR SPICE! WE SPECIALIZE IN TOPLOCK AND I WILL NOT BE APOLOGIZING FOR THAT

10. Do you write crossovers? Nah, not really my thing

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I'm aware of...

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? I have! Sleepwalkers has been translated into Spanish, and Storm has been translated into Russian! Always happy when fics get translated :)

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? No, and let me tell you that I would be the worst co-writer in the history of co-writers. Nobody ever write anything with me ever--I am a fucking nightmare

14. What's your all-time favourite ship? Sherlock & John, although these days I'm also feeling myself some Gentlebeard

15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I have a goddamn post-fall fic where John develops panic disorder that I've been "working on" since 2021 and I AM GOING TO FINISH IT. I AM. I AM GOING TO FINISH THE MOTHERFUCKER IF IT'S THE LAST THING I DO

16. What are your writing strengths? I think I write the feelings well, and I'd like to think I can create scenes that bring out the intended feels in readers. I also think (/hope) I handle scene pacing decently--action scenes feel fast-paced but not rushed, slower scenes take their time but aren't slogs, etc.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Fight scenes. Dear christ do I hate writing fight scenes. I also really don't understand how commas work.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? I have exactly two words in Russian in Lines and that is going to be the extent of it! Trying not to make an uncultured ass out of myself over here...

19. First fandom you wrote for? BBC Sherlock. I'm like that kid who married their high school sweetheart. That is to say, I make questionable decisions.

20. Favourite fic you've ever written? Okay, so I love all of my fics and my answer tends to be whichever fic I've most recently written, but I've got to say that I love Lines so much. I put my whole soul into that fic for, like, over a year of my life, I researched the ever loving fuck out of it (who's reading up on amputation procedures? this gal!), I created a working cypher for the motherfucker, I permanently changed my relationship with Brahms' lullaby, and I got to meet Rosie, who remains my favorite character that I've ever written, ever. So Lines is my favorite child. Good child.

I tag anyone who wants to be tagged, for I am bad at tagging!

#arwa writes about writing #fanfiction

[honeybubbletea33]

PINNED POST!! (Since I realised I didn’t have one)

Hi, I’m Honey!! I post art and write fic (I am also faiiiirly active on instagram too). My a03 is here, I mostly write about sad gay skeletons. Tag for art is #honey’s art, tag for fic/writing is #honey writes

Requests are very open! Please request stuff! :D

Ref for my sona:

#honey writes #intro post #pinned post #yes my persona was inspired by snails house’s pixel galaxy character and goodra slightly #honey’s art

[snakxreader]

Uh, hey, hi, hello!

Before you go about your day, Bugsnax fandom, I’d like to ask a few questions!

Do YOU like self-inserting yourself into Elizabert Megafig’s expedition, prism of personality? Do you wish they were real and you could talk to them? So Filbo could give you a hug? So Wambus and Triffany could adopt you? So that you can kiss Floofty Fizzlebean on the lips?

(That one’s rhetorical. I’ve seen you guy’s tags on Floofty posts, y’all are insane/nm/pos)

Cause if so…boy, is this the account for you!

You can call me Mod Buddy, and I’m the single owner and runner of this account! I’ve made this blog for all the Grumpus kissers who are just a tad too afraid or unable to make their own content, as a bit of a self-shipper myself.

I do platonic and romantic scenarios, with all characters! Filbo, Floofty, Gramble, Alegander (because let’s be honest, he is kinda…), hell even Shelda, Clumby or Cromdo! I’ll do them all from hand-holding to parental affection! I do OCs, Self-Inserts or just generic -x readers! Headcannons or mini-fanfics, I don’t mind! Whatever makes you guys happier!

However, I do have some regulations and stuff I won’t do, as much as it might disappoint some.

NO NSFW. This one is kinda obvious, but I’m. Not doing those things? This is an account for all, including minors, and I don’t want that stuff out there. If that bothers you, hey man, A03 is right there.

NO GORE. This might disappoint some but uh. I blatantly refuse to do any of that. Don’t care if this is a horror media, I don’t feel comfortable putting these characters through that.

NO EXTREME ANGST. I’m fine with like breakup prompts, or hurt no comfort, but NO killing off characters, no tortue, and ESPECIALLY no harming them like. Physically.

OTHER THINGS: I’m not doing any sort of ‘deres’, ESPECIALLY YANDERE, they would not act like that idc.

I think these are pretty reasonable though, and from what I’ve seen, you guys are super normal.

Aside from that, I may be a little slow on requests with school and other activities, so my apologies if I’m late with anything and you’re free to be upset!! This is almost my first time doing this! I know there was an account similar to this before but it got deleted, I think? Anyways, that should be about everything I think?

I’m very grateful for the small portion that looks intrigued in this, and I look forward to writing for y’all! Til then, bye bye!! ^^

-Buddy :0D

#bugsnax #bugsnax x reader #filbo fiddlepie #wambus troubleham #beffica winklesnoot #gramble gigglefunny #wiggle wigglebottom #triffany lottablog #cromdo face #snorpy fizzlebean #chandlo funkbun #shelda woolbag #floofty fizzlebean #lizbert megafig #eggabell batternugget #clumby clumbernut #alegander jamfoot #really excited to do this blog!! ^^!!

[slow-burn-sally]

20 questions for fic writers

Thank you @totallysilvergirl for tagging me <3

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

171

2. What’s your total A03 word count?

2,559,305

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I live for the days when anyone asks me this question, because listing things I love is just so great. I don't actively write for all of these any longer, but I would go back to all of them if anyone threw me like, half a prompt.

BBC Sherlock

Good Omens

Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell

The Terror

Our Flag Means Death

What We Do In The Shadows

The Adventures of Tintin

The Hobbit

BBC and CBS Ghosts

Pacific Rim

Father Ted

Lord of The Rings

The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel

Death In Paradise

Dalgliesh

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

1. Crowley's Game - Good Omens (Ineffable Husbands)

2. Return To Sender - Good Omens (Ineffable Husbands)

3. Silk All Around You - Our Flag Means Death (Ed/Stede)

4. Oh Good Lord - Good Omens (Ineffable Husbands)

5. Out Of Suffering Into Love - Good Omens (ineffable Husbands)

hmm. Guess GO fandom is where I've cashed in the biggest, kudos-wise *Raises a glass to Good Omens Fandom*

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to respond to as many as I can, and I want to respond to all of them, but ADHD and work and life keep me from doing it right away, and then ADHD and being off work and life make me forget. I will sometimes loop back around to read a new comment, then see that I never replied to another, far older comment, then go about replying to several, two years after they were left. I hope people don't mind. I promise everyone who's ever left me a positive comment, that I eat them all up like chocolate bonbons and count myself blessed for each and every one.

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably that Childercelles fic where Henry dies in the end. I think maybe 10 people read it. If you're in JSAMN fandom, and you ship Childercelles, and you want a link, PM me, but I can't remember the name of the fic for the life of me. It was pretty angsty. Outside of that, I hate angsty endings. Everyone eats ice cream and cuddles at the end of my fics.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Gonna echo the wonderful @totallysilvergirl and say that I don't do unhappy endings. That Childercelles fic was the only one I think I ever wrote with an unhappy ending, and even that was more of a melancholy ending. Everything else is Häagen-Dazs and rainbows.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I've gotten a few harsh criticisms, and a few snarky comments, but never actual hate.

9. Do you write smut?

I sure do! I've written a whole lot of smut, and I really love it. Regardless, it can be challenging sometimes. I have to be in the right place, and have the right focus to write smut, and lately, it's been feeling more labor intensive. I've been taking a step back from the explicit stuff lately, and playing around in M rather than E, and less sexual waters for a change. Sometimes a gal needs a break. I'll always happily write it for others, but don't feel inspired to write it for myself right now.

10. Do you write crossovers?

I really see my Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell/BBC Sherlock crossover as my first and only crossover. It involves main characters from both fandoms meeting one another, and John and Sherlock live in a world where England's history is the same as the history in JS&MN. It's been a very fun experience, but I'm really writing it for @keirgreeneyes 's birthday, because we share a lot of stuff between those two fandoms, not because I love crossovers. I don't feel drawn to them at all usually.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nope. Someone came to me a couple of years ago, saying they were being bullied over accusations that they were plagiarizing my good omens fic. They even showed me the fic people talked about, and after scanning it for a bit, I didn't see anything that looked like plagiarism. I posted on tumblr saying I'd rather people plagiarize me than cause one moment of suffering due to bullying, and left it at that. I was really just jazzed to have people *want* to plagiarize me, honestly. It was flattering.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! In Korean I think.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, and I'm not sure I could. I also don't like cooking with other people or showering with other people. I just like having the reins on writing and cooking and showering fronts I guess.

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

Oh god please don't make me choose. My children, my precious children. After careful consideration though, I'm gonna have to go with Crozier/Jopson - Jopzier from The Terror. I mean. Come on. It's me.

15. What’s the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I wrote many chapters of a really fun, but really complex and pain in the ass multi-chapter mystery fic for the rarest of rare pairs, Jack Mooney/Florence Cassell from Death In Paradise. So yeah, I would love to finish it, but I don't have the spoons, and it will have a readership of roughly four people.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think I write good dialogue. I write good smut. I can make up stories at the drop of a hat, and then put them down very quickly, in large amounts of words. I'm a long distance runner when it comes to fic. I like my sense of humor in fics, and I'm always so happy when someone leaves me a comment telling me they laughed really hard at something I wrote. Ditto incoherent babbling about my fics making them horny. Those comments are so good.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Eh, my weakness is I'm just not an amazing writer? I do it because I love it, and it brings me so much joy, and people reading my fics brings me so much joy, and that's pretty much it. Also, I use a lot of run on sentences, and I have like six tropey things my characters always do, and I can't break out of it.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I didn't understand this one. I would love to write dialogues in other languages if I spoke them fluently. Outside of speaking a bunch of Spanish, I'm not fluent in anything but English.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

eeeeeeeeee @keirgreeneyes @totallysilvergirl my first ever fanfiction was BBC Johnlock! I tried writing a fic, probably back in 2013 or something, and gave up after a handful of paragraphs. I just lacked the confidence. Then, it wasn't until 2019 when I went nuts for Good Omens and wrote a bunch of fic that I wanted to go back and write that one, first, Johnlock fic. And I did it! It's Homecoming. BBC Sherlock is my first fanfiction fandom, and my introduction to fanfiction.

20. Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

Oh wow. That's a tough one. I really loved my one Father Ted fic, A Sweet, Hot, Sticky Romp, because I loved emulating the comedy style of the show and thought I did a good job.

I loved Out Of Time, my Jopzier time travel wackadoo fic for The Terror.

I guess I'll stop at two. I've written 171. I should get at least two favorites.

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