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#adcu fan fic
mollysolo · 10 months
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Hi! How are you??
Can I request a Kylo Ren x Reader, where the reader is Rey’s older sister and has telekinesis (very powerful) and protects him from all the people who are after him but over use them and pass out but release a energy blast but he catches the reader in his arms and places them his bed and waits till they wake up.
thank u :)
Hold On To Me
Pairing: Kylo Ren X fem!Reader
Summary: In the midst of battle, you test the limits of your powers and end up going too far.
Warnings: Mentions of the reader passing out, Kylo worrying about the reader, Kylo crying a little
Word Count: 1.5k
a/n: i hope you like this!
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At this point, the two of you had been fighting non-stop for five hours and Kylo had to admit, he was beginning to feel a bit concerned for you. Mostly because while you had gotten to become very familiar with your powers, you had never fought for this long before. He feared that all of this fighting would be too much for you and your body would give out.
But he never pulled you aside to tell you to rest for a few minutes because he knew that’s you’d refuse. As long as Kylo was out there fighting, so were you. It was your job to protect him after all.
And you had been doing extremely well so far during this particular battle, but the edges of your vision had began to grow fuzzy and dark and your breathing was echoing in your ears. But you knew that now wasn’t the time to stop fighting. So as your vision continued to grow darker, you mustered up all of the energy you had left in your body and continued to fight.
Moments later, you passed out and consciousness left your body while you started to fall to the ground below you. And as you fell, your body sent out one last large energy blast, causing anyone within twenty feet of you to get thrown even farther away and fall down.
Seeing this happen to you shattered Kylo’s heart in his chest, he hated seeing you overwork yourself just so that he could be protected and stay alive. Seeing you pass out made he feel as if he didn’t deserve you at all. It also made him want to arrange more training for you so that this would never happen again.
But even in the midst of these sad thoughts that flooded his mind, he knew that couldn’t waste another minute. He needed to get to you, even though the Resistance fighters on the other side of the battlefield had also started to get up from their spots on the ground. He would get you back to safety, even if he died trying.
He pushed himself back onto his tired feet and slid his lightsaber back into its holster on his hip. He then began to sprint over to where you were laying on the ground. His blood was roaring in his ears while he ran, desperately hoping that he would make it to you before either of you got seriously hurt.
And when he did finally reach you, he gave into the strong emotions he was feeling and he let his knees crash into the ground while tears had started to well up in his eyes. But he didn’t need anyone in the Resistance to see that he was crying over you. So, he quickly scooped your body up into his arms and started to run back to his ship as quickly as his legs would allow him to.
Once he reached his ship not long after he had started running again, he strapped you into the seat next to him. He’d rather have you resting in bed right now but this was the next best choice until he got you back to the base. And while he did fly you two back to the base, he couldn’t help but look over at you every few minutes, needing to make sure that you were still okay, even in your unconscious state.
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Upon returning to the base, Kylo ignored everyone and everything that could have possibly attempted to bother him while he tried to get you to your shared quarters, holding your body tight against his broad chest as he ran. And while he ran there, he mentally noted that it wouldn’t be necessary to take you to the med bay unless you passed out again shortly after you woke up.
And when he did reach your shared bedroom within your quarters, he stopped running and slowly walked up to the bed. He gently placed you on your side of the bed and took a deep breath in and out. Kylo stood there for a few more minutes after that, simply watching the way your chest rose and fell with every breath. He let this sight bring comfort to him.
She’s going to be okay, he assured himself as he started to walk away from the bed. He then quickly walked into his closet to retrieve another pillow for you.
He placed the pillow beneath your head as softly as he possibly could without disturbing you. And once the pillow was in place, he pulled the soft covers over you, took his helmet off and sat down in the chair he had pulled up to your bedside.
He sat there with your hand in his and patiently waited until you woke up. He would wait there in that chair for the rest of his life if necessary, he’d never leave your side. Even if someone tried to pull him away from you, he still wouldn’t leave you. He would let The First Order crumble if it meant that he could stay by your side forever. He loved you too much to ever think of leaving you. Especially when you needed him most, like you did now.
While Kylo was stuck in his thoughts, you slowly started to open your eyes, blinking them a few times as you adjusted to your surroundings at your own pace. And now that you were completely conscious again, you noticed the weight of Kylo’s hand in yours and you softly smiled to yourself.
You looked over at him and recognized that far away look in his eyes right away. Then softly started to stroke the back of his hand with your thumb before you said his name in an attempt to get his attention. You wanted him to see that you had woken up and that you were going to be okay.
“Kylo?” you said quietly, causing his eyes to meet yours as soon as his name left your lips.
You watched as a look of relief took over his face and his eyes started to tear up once again. You let go of his hand for now and placed your hand on his face, gingerly wiping away the tears that had started to fall down his cheeks. He leaned into your touch, relishing in the way it felt against his skin.
“How are you feeling?” he asked, using that same soft tone you had just spoken with, not wanting to startle or overwhelm you in this moment. While he spoke, he placed his hand over your own that was still holding his face and softly stroking his cheek.
You smiled a little while you started to talk, “I’m okay, my head hurts a little.” you say with a chuckle towards the end of your statement, “But I’m okay.” you answered, making all of Kylo’s worries vanish as if they had never been there in the first place.
He chuckled with you, flashing a toothy grin your way, making your own smile brighter, “Good.” he replied.
He then leaned in and placed a kiss to your lips, not pulling back for a minute or two while he let you kiss him back, “We’ll talk about what happened later, but for now I just want you to rest, angel.” he told you, prompting you to nod in response.
“Okay.” you whispered to him, he whispered this word back to you seconds later as he started to stand up once more.
He disappeared into your shared closet for a few minutes to change out of his robes and grab some comfier clothes for you. Once he came back to his bedroom, he handed you the clothes he had brought for you and offered to help you change into them. But you assured him that you would be just fine changing into them on your own.
And once you had changed into these clothes, you let out a soft sigh and got back into bed, encouraging Kylo to join you by patting his side of the bed. Not wanting to waste any time, Kylo quickly walked over to his side of the bed and swiftly got under the covers.
The two of you gazed into each others eyes for a little while as Kylo started to wrap his arms around your waist and tug you closer to him so that you could rest your head on his chest. Which you did, allowing the sound of his heart beating slowly lull you back to sleep.
“I love you.” you told him as your eyelids began to grow heavier and heavier, letting your body nestle into his even more than it already was.
He planted a soft kiss to your temple and let his arms reclaim their spot around your waist now that you were comfortable, “I love you too, angel.” he whispered into your ear, not wanting to stop you from getting the rest you truly deserved.
And as you fell asleep once again, a soft smile rolled out across your lips. Kylo had also started to smile while he fell asleep and even though you could not see it, he still let that feeling of happiness take over his usually cold features.
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a/n: btw i am aware of the fact that the person who sent me this request has sent the same request to several other writers.
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headcannonxgalore · 1 year
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☾☾☾Hello! Hope you enjoy what you’re about to read, I would appreciate if you like, and reblog my work here on tumblr. Please do not share my work anywhere else, and if you see it has been, or someone is claiming the work as their own please tell me. My master list is pinned to my page if you wish to see more! ☽☽☽
Pairing: Adam Sackler x black!oc
Word count: 1k
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Chapter 3
Angelica ran around her apartment in a rush getting ready for her day; she didn’t necessarily have to wake up at 6am, but she planned on stopping by Starbucks before making her way to White Rabbit Publications. The only publication in the state of New York that would take her on as a new writer, so the last thing she wanted was to be late.
“Shit, shit, shit.” Her heart pounding with vigor, she pushed herself this morning, determined to get a large steaming caramel latte. Sure she had a coffee maker in her apartment, but it wouldn’t be the same as having an “experienced” hand make it for you.
Her Uber had just pulled to the curb at the same time she came through the door. She was instantly met with the fresh scent of apple pie, a bit odd for summer time, but it was pleasant enough to not complain about it. The drive from there went by in a blur, and before she knew it, she’s in front of Starbucks. The line is long, the baristas behind the counter are moving at an appreciative pace to make sure everyone is getting serviced as fast as possible.
Angelica is going over her introduction in her head when an all too familiar voice stopped her in her tracks. She clutched the leather strap of her messenger bag; her laptop, and the thick manuscript of her book feeling like bricks suddenly.
“We’ve gotta stop meeting like this.” A deep voice murmured close to her ear, her breath caught in the back of her throat, she was so sure they’d never see each other again.
Slowly she turned to look over her shoulder, there he stood, a child-like grin stretched across his lips. He really wasn’t expecting to see Angelica either, but he’d be lying if he said it didn’t make him excited in any kind of way.
“Adam, what are you doing here?” She asked dumbfounded, she wanted to kick herself, Adam what are you doing here at this major chain coffee shop that literally everyone knows about! She said mockingly to herself, inwardly cringing, she wished she could just be swallowed by the ground.
“Oh so you remember my name this time. Say it again just so I can hear it.” He teased, he watched the way she pressed her lips together to keep from smiling. Before pulling back from her, he caught a whiff of the perfume that clung to her skin. She smelled delicious, like a soft, warm cinnamon roll.
“Ha ha, very funny.” She looked down at her watch, she tapped the screen to check the time. God what do I even say to him? He has a girlfriend…I think, ugh it doesn’t matter, we do not need a fuck boy right now Angelica. She thought to herself, the last “boyfriend” she had put her out of commission for the past four years. Even though all her ex boyfriends were trash, Gabriel was the worst. Abusive in every sense of the word, and he’d done enough to make Angelica feel like she’ll never want a long term relationship ever again.
“Soo, can I take you out?” Adam drawled out, his hands buried deep in his pockets. He was terrible at being formal, actually he hated it, but he felt like that’s the kind of woman Angelica is. He could only assume, considering they just met, but he can tell a hoe from a house wife when he sees one. She doesn’t act like any of the thirsty women he usually has one night stands with; that night at the bar, before they had sex in the bathroom, she seemed a lot more reserved. More so uptight compared to her friends, I’m sure she has her reasons. Adam thought to himself, the layers beneath her surface made him more curious.
“No.” She instantly shot him down, her heart was pounding, and Angelica is grateful to be the third person in line now. The faster she can get her order, the faster she could leave.
“Wow, just like that?” Adam was stuck, he wasn’t used to women saying no to him so easily. This only intrigued him further, it was the simple thought that Angelica wouldn’t bore him easily.
“Yuuup.” She sighed, can’t lie though, I do miss the attention, the chase. A chill ran down her spine, she really wanted to turn back, and see if he was watching her as intently as she felt like he was. Don’t do it Angelica. She tried to stop herself, but it was too late. Her head was already turning, as she looked over her shoulder to peek at him, Adam was indeed staring her down. His hazel-brown eyes shone with titillation, a playful smirk stretched onto his lips.
“Why are you staring at me?” A hint of a smirk on her glossed lips, Adam leaned down, he noticed how she didn’t shy away from the distance, and took that as her feeling comfortable with him.
“You're just so cute, and little. Like a fairy.” Adam cooed at her; if she was like any other girl he’s encountered before, she would have asked to hook up again, or decide to ignore him all together. Not her though, no Angelica was playing her own game, something that only benefited her. He was okay with that.
“Ugh what do you want?” Angelica breathed heavily, feign agitation in her voice, she liked this playful energy between them. It made her feel light, and refreshed.
Adam inhaled deeply, as he pondered on his words for a moment, he tried to convey himself in a way that wouldn’t creep Angelica out.
“Full transparency…women like that kind of thing right? Men being honest.” Neither of them said anything, she was now the second person in line, and soon enough she would be gone. Soon this opportunity would be gone.
“Okay listen, I can’t stop thinking about you. It’s fucking annoying, and it makes me feel insane. Every time I hear anything remotely close to Doja Cat, I see you in my head.” Adam pushed out in an irritated tone, he folded his arms across his broad chest. He’s slightly bent at the waist to hear anything she may have to say.
“Doja Cat?” She quipped, she couldn’t imagine where he got that song choice from. While that is one of her favorite artists, she never felt like Doja Cat matched her personality much.
“Yea…that’s what was playing when I bumped into you that night, it’s like you own the fucking song now.” Rolling his eyes, he ran hand through his raven hair, he let out a frustrated breath.
“Wait, which song was it?” Angelica tried her best to recall that night, but the only thing that would come to mind is her and Adam wrapped around each other in that bathroom. Quickly she snapped out of those spiraling thoughts, the person in front of her was finally finished with their order. The Barista walked away from the register, he threw a hasty “one moment” in her direction.
“Better than me…how ironic.” Adam replied flatly, he took a step closer to her, but not invading her personal space. Adam only ever advanced if she was okay with it. If she didn’t want him any closer, she’d say so, or step away to make more space.
“You remembered that?” Angelica had turned to him, her head tilted back so that she could look into his eyes. Under his intense gaze she felt like she was under a microscope the way her eyes scanned her face.
“I couldn’t forget it…did that change your mind about going out with me?” He asked hopefully, his eye brows raised, and his lips pulled back into a tight lipped grin.
“Still no.” She said melodically, this second encounter was more fun than she thought it would be.
“Why not!” Adam clearly forgot they were in a public establishment, he had the kind of volume you’d expect from a man his size. People stopped and stared at the two, their gaze lingering trying to figure out if this man was harassing the young woman or not.
“Because you have a girlfriend.” She tried to suppress the giggle that threatened to slip past her pouty lips, his sudden outburst of frustration was comedical to her. He’s cute when he’s mad, like a grumpy cat.
“Ugh! Stop it okay, don’t be that girl.” Adam shook his head, he groaned, but he wasn’t actually angry. He liked how she wasn’t trying to read between the lines of his words, and conjure an insult that isn’t there. He liked that she knew at this moment it was okay to not take yourself seriously. He bet Angelica would argue that she has a ton of insecurities, but looking at her now, you’d think she had all the confidence of a professional supermodel.
“But I am that girl.” She cracked a smile at him, she didn’t mean to make light of his situation, it wasn’t on purpose. It was a reflexive habit, to laugh, to make jokes when feeling awkward or at a loss for words. It was her way of putting a pause in the current situation.
“Hanna and I had broken up already. She followed me to the bar that night…I think she was trying to fix it. It wasn’t working, and when things didn't go her way she threw a hissy fit.” He explained, his eyebrows creasing, he could feel his blood pressure rising at the thought of Hanna.
Angelica paused for a moment, replaying his words over and over in her head. She was waiting for that feeling to come, that gut feeling telling her that ‘you’ve heard these words from a man that’s already hurt you before.’ Holding her breath, she just waited for it because she was so sure Adam was full of shit. When nothing happened, all she was left with was honesty, she realized she’s been burned too many times to be able to tell what’s real anymore.
“Hmm that's unfortunate, for her.” Angelica didn’t have to be mean about it, but she remembered the way Hanna allowed her friend to be so nasty to her. If it’s one thing about Angelica, she doesn’t forgive easily.
“In my opinion, you’d love a date with me, I’m quite fun if I say so myself.” He quipped arrogantly, he was interested to see if any of his usual lines would work on her.
“Well your opinion is wrong.” She sassed, Adam scoffed in response, but despite the fact he thought he played it cool, he really wanted her to say yes.
She paused for a long while, she took her time ordering at the register, this really only took a moment, but to him it felt like hours. Only after she was handed her coffee, and receipt did she finally turn to address him. The look on his face was priceless, his rosy lips pressed together, and his dark eyebrows slightly creased.
“We can…hang out, as friends.” Angelica offered, she figured if she set her expectations low, she could have all the fun, without the heartbreak.
A shit eating grin found its way back onto his face, she hated that she liked it. “Don’t be late, okay? I’m free Saturday, it’s the only day I’m free, will that be a problem?” Actually that was a lie, beside writing, Angelica usually leisures all day.
“Absolutely not, I’ll see you next Saturday at 7:30.” He watched as she walked past him, she flipped her over her shoulder. The scent of vanilla, and cocoa butter wafted through the air, Adam inhaled deeply allowing the smell to over take him.
“If you’re not going to order you could at least move.” A snobbish woman spoke up from behind him; Adam, still in a haze from his encounter with Angelica, barely noticed the woman.
Adam sighed as he returned to his table, “That tiny woman has too much power.”
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soultek · 1 year
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I Told You So: A Concept
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Author’s Note: <to the tune of 7/22 by Taylor Edwards> It’s my birthday and I’ll post my Ronnie Peterson concept if I want to!
Hi, ADCU fans! Welcome to the first of a few concepts I’ve written for you! Ronnie is my favourite, so of course, he gets to go first! 
My concepts are essentially single scenes from a much larger fic in my head, that introduce you to the relationship, and the love interest... 
I hope you enjoy this one!  💙💜
Word Count: 3,567
Warning: None
Concept: Lovers to strangers to lovers. 
Having moved back to the small town where she grew up, Araya does not expect to come face to face with ex Ronnie Peterson, now all grown up himself. Given the circumstances they broke up in, it’s understandable that he doesn’t want her around - but that’s the thing about a small town, it’s damn near unavoidable...  In truth he still has feelings for her. But he’ll be damned if he walks down that road again, what if it ends worse than the first time?
Takes place pre-film by at least a few years.
Playlist: Available on Spotify!
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When I was gonna be your forever You were gonna be my wife But you went off to find better And I was learning all about life But I was what you wanted and you were what I needed And we could meet in between We were gonna be the greatest love story this town had ever seen
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Suppose I called you up tonight And told you that I loved you And suppose I said I wanna come back home And suppose I cried and said I think I finally learned my lesson And I'm tired of spending all my time alone If I told you that I realize you're all I ever wanted And it's killing me to be so far away Would you tell me that you love me too And would we cry together Or would you simply laugh at me and say...
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Let me guess, you miss me, you're sorry Too bad it's too little too late Don't make me say, don't make me say... I don't wanna be right this time But you made a fool of me And you're not gonna fool me twice It's almost like I... I told you so, I told you I let you know, if you let go Find someone else to hold you Just walk away, don't make me say The only words I owe you
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It had been more than a few months, and he still wasn’t used to her being back in town yet. Life had passed fairly aimlessly; everything had been so day to day before then. He hadn’t needed to worry about anything – save the occasional bit of really serious police work. But now Ronnie Peterson felt like he had to be on alert everywhere he went, on the very likely chance that he’d have to find a creative way to avoid her.
Seemed he still had a thing or two to learn about breaking up in a small town. Uh— being broken up with in a small town. He hadn’t had to worry about her since she went to college. Was almost definitely over her by now.
Except that wasn’t the case, was it?
And now he was just trying to get coffee before work and there she was, once again sitting in the diner. It made him hesitate, made him think twice. Maybe he could just wait and get to work. Maybe he could actually make it through this morning without a caffeine fix.
Except he was already out of his car and half way to the door – standing in the middle of the parking lot with his hands on his hips, staring at her through the window… and he could kick himself. Clearing his throat and closing his eyes, Ronnie focused back on the concreate, shaking his head. ‘Okay. Just… get in, order coffee, get out.’ Heading for the entrance he reasoned with himself; Where else could she go? The previous owners of the house had left it in need of repair and TLC – and the old flower shop attached, once belonging to her mother, hadn’t been open for years. There was a lot of work to do, and that meant a lot of workmen in and out. All the needed planning and preparation on her part had to be done somewhere - and even with the frequency of visitors the diner got, it would still be a damn sight quieter than home would have been for her.
 Fern greeted him warmly, as ever. She didn’t even need to ask his order – Ronnie never changed it. Sometimes he thought about it, but setting that in motion hadn’t quite occurred yet. It certainly wasn’t going to be today, given how occupied his mind currently was on… other things. It was almost impossible not to glance over to her – pouring over notebooks and documents, head propped up on one hand, pencil absentmindedly tapping the page as she tried to make sense of it all. She hadn’t noticed him yet, if she knew he was here Ronnie knew she’d be doing the same thing he was. Glancing quickly became staring, until Fern’s next question interrupted him. “You taking some for the station?” “Uh…” He had to fight to drag his own eyeline back to Fern as he answered, slower than he’d like to admit. “I mean, I didn’t think about it, but I guess I could call them…” “Hey, don’t worry about it. It’s pretty early, I mean they might not even be there, right?” “Y-Yeah… right…” Fern watched as, sensing he was no longer needed to answer her questions, Ronnie’s gaze wandered back to the woman sitting in the corner. Araya Monaghan had hardly aged a day since the times her and Ronnie had been high-school-smitten with each other – still looking like a sweet small town girl, despite her move to the big city more than just a few years back. She had returned to Centerville now, though. Fern almost rolled her eyes at him. She has observed Ronnie do this more than just once or twice over the past few weeks – how he would always immediately survey the diner to see if she was here, and then stare. Even if he was also fighting with himself; and Fern could tell Ronnie was most definitely fighting himself. It was about time she took things into her own hands.
“Didn’t you guys break up?” “Huh?” Concentration once again broken, Ronnie turned back, not entirely sure he’d heard that right. Or, maybe hoping he wouldn’t have to go through this yet again with someone in this town. “You broke up, right?” Oh yeah, he’d heard right. Unfortunately. “Oh. Yeah, that was…” Fern couldn’t help but smile knowingly as he went right back to staring at Araya, answer quiet, “a long while ago.” He was silently begging her to drop the conversation, but that wasn’t part of her plan, so Fern continued. “But you still like her.” Ronnie wasn’t sure that he liked the tone sounding more statement than question. He pretended to muse hard on it. Part of him still really hurt – part of him still twisted up seeing Araya back here after so long; like just after he’d got it together she had to move back just to wreck everything? She couldn’t get away with that. Not after breaking his heart. Not how she’d done it.
And yet… yes, he did look at her now and at least partially long for her back – if he was honest with himself (which, he didn’t want to be), Ronnie nearly always had. Therefore, when he responded with “Hmmm… well…” despite his trail off, he nodded; but it almost seemed absentminded, like he hadn’t quite admitted it yet. As his attention was still on her, this time Fern’s eyes flicked over too, “Well, she clearly still likes you a whole lot too.” They were almost as bad at each other for staring. The only reason it wasn’t happening right now was because she hadn’t looked up yet.
This, Ronnie knew. Despite Araya’s initial shock that he was still in town, she now looked at him in the way she used to. Which in all honestly twisted him up even more. He wasn’t about to admit this, and scoffed at the idea instead. “Well, she broke up with me.” Fern simply nodded, “Uh huh.” and then placed a cup in front of him. Not paper to take away, oh no, a proper cup and saucer. Then tipped her head in the direction they’d both been looking, “Now go on, stop staring and go talk to her.” Ronnie’s mouth opened, nearly in shock, pushing the cup back to the edge of the counter, “Fern, I’m taking out! I’m not staying!” She didn’t budge, instead lowering her voice to a semi-threatening whisper. “Don’t make me walk it over to her table!” She pointed daringly at him and Ronnie realised he wouldn’t be getting out of this in a hurry. This was not the morning he had planned. He swallowed hard, nodding in acceptance of his situation, before picking up the cup – shooting Fern a look just so she knew he wasn’t best pleased about this – and walked over to the back of the diner slowly.
 At the corner table Araya was sitting at, this exchange had gone completely unnoticed. In fact, Ronnie could probably have snuck in and out no problem and been well into his shift, before she even looked up from the papers in front of her. Largely because she had done the same calculation about five times already and the answer was never the same, and never matched the breakdown sheet. She theorised that it would have to eventually -  but now it was a case of when eventually was.   What she didn’t fail to notice however, was someone heading cautiously in her direction, and once she’d caught the movement it caused enough of a distraction to make her look up. Though, his nearly 6’3” frame probably helped. Although, Araya couldn’t help but startle – because Ronnie Peterson was not who she would expect to be walking towards her if he was given any sort of choice in the matter. (Well… maybe once.) As he was about to confirm.
“Oh, hey!” “Hey.” It was blunter than she would have liked. He gestured to the cup in his hands, “Fern did this and I’m pretty sure would have refused me a takeout cup otherwise, so…” Araya pressed her lips together, nodding, trying to ignore her own disappointment and indicated to the seat in front of her, hoping it didn’t drip into her voice. “Care to join me?” She half expected him to say no, but Ronnie was always polite so she got a “Well, yeah…” As he slid into the booth, the cup chinked gently as he placed it down – finding space amongst the paperwork – and Araya was given a window of opportunity to study his face as he became interested in her notes. Dare she say he was even more handsome now than he was to her back then. “Watcha doing?”
When Ronnie glanced back at her, he equally ignored the way pink dusted her cheeks ever so slightly, the way she took a breath before she answered to steady herself. “Oh, uh… kinda budgeting… expenses… figuring it out as I go, but, not going so great.” Then he smiled in remembrance. That made things worse. And he knew it. “Math was never really your strongest suit.” She smiled back, chuckle soft, and nodded along, looking away from his eyes, “Yeah, you’re right.” “Want me to help?” He’d asked before he could stop himself.
Araya looked back at him, eager to accept, ready to beam and push her books and calculator across the table to him and start rattling off issues - exactly as she would have done in high school. But she stopped herself from looking too joyful, and instead cleared her throat before sliding everything to the side. “No, you know what, I can figure it out later. You’re sitting in front of me with a coffee, so the least I can do is… actually have a conversation with you. You’ll have plenty to do at work, you don’t need to also be doing mine.” Ronnie’s eyebrows raised with the shoulders of his shrug, “Oh well, if you… ever need any help.” “Oh, I know where to find you, Ronnie, trust me.” The pink became dark red, “I mean, not like- I- I know where the station is.” Although the smile he flashed was almost a smirk, “I’d hope you wouldn’t have forgotten where I live but, the station is a good start, yeah.” Her eyebrows furrowed, not willing to jump to conclusions, “…I, uh, know where your parents live.” Lived? Araya wasn’t sure if they still lived here, although that wouldn’t surprise her even if Ronnie’s presence did. “Yeah, I’m still on that side of town.” And Centerville was small enough for that to roughly mean the same place. Araya’s head tilted, it wasn’t a hard link to pick up, “Not my side of town.” “Well… no.” He said matter of fact. “Your parents still here?” She’d half expected him to have been long gone. Ronnie had never seemed much like a homebody, even when he hadn’t known what he wanted for his future. She’d figured he’d want to stay here even less after her. How wrong she could be. “Mhm.” “Oh.” Her grimace was easy to read – ‘what must they possibly think of me’ – he held his hand up to quickly rectify. “No, no, don’t worry – I never tried to get them to hate you.” This clearly didn’t help things, by the fact her face became pained – but it wasn’t like she wasn’t aware of what she deserved. Ronnie tried again, “Oh no, I-” but then he stopped, because, yeah actually he did hate Araya for what she did. At least back then. Maybe even still. And lying wasn’t the way to go, so it was probably best to just stop talking. He bit his lips together, “I’m sorry, that… was uncalled for.” “No, No I…” She crossed her arms on the table, rubbing her thumbs over the sleeves of her dress, “probably deserve that.” He gave another shrug, this one more apathetic, before taking a sip of coffee. Concluding it was cool enough to drink, Ronnie didn’t put the cup down. The faster he drank it, the faster he could leave… Araya watched him, not because she was waiting for him to say anything else – simply because she liked watching him. She could sit for hours in silence and do that. If he would let her – which, Ronnie certainly wouldn’t be doing any time soon. When he placed the cup down, however, it wasn’t empty. “You know, the coffee here really is the best. I don’t know how Fern does it. Truly something else.” Araya laughed at his musing, “Must be a secret ingredient.” He laughed too, “Must be something like that, huh?”
And that was the problem. It was so easy to be amicable. It was so easy to talk to her again. Like a needle slipping into a groove. Natural. Something they both wanted back, as if it was never gone. And it was like it was never gone. But it had gone – goodbye had been said more than once, and the last time they had seen each other (before, a few months ago, she turned up walking down the street in the middle of his patrol looking like a deer caught in headlights), they had both screamed things they wanted to take back.
Ronnie didn’t know what he wanted anymore. Friends wasn’t going to cut it. He couldn’t just ignore her, even with his best efforts. But he couldn’t let his feelings run away with this. What would happen if they did get back together? What if it all fell apart again? What if it was worse? He couldn’t take that. He couldn’t even consider the possibility.
 That didn’t mean she wasn’t thinking the exact same thing he was. That didn’t mean Araya wasn’t brave enough to tentatively ask it. In moments like this when they were actually getting on – where maybe she’d get the answer she wished for. Nervously tucking her hair behind her left ear before she did, and yet still able to hold the steady gaze of his brown eyes. “Do you ever think about it?” All the time. “About what?” He played a convincing perplexed. “Don’t you wonder if… - What - this could be?” Despite his previous dedication to the truth – Ronnie had no choice but to outright lie, straightening himself. “God, no… I couldn’t bring myself to read the plot points for this. I don’t think I wanna know…” Araya’s eyebrows furrowed again, if any disappointment had even entered her thought stream it had quickly been washed away with confusion. “Plot points?” Ronnie nodded, “Yeah… for the fic?” Araya’s look of puzzlement turned to one of surprise, “Oh. I didn’t know you could just read those and find out what happens.” “Yeah. If I wanted further heartbreak I guess I might!” To stop himself from talking too much Ronnie turned back to his coffee, this time making sure to finish it. But at the look still on Araya’s face, found himself compelled to continue, “I mean there must be some, you wouldn’t write a fic without them, right? I mean--” on second thought, knowing this author…
She sat silent for a moment with her own thoughts, digesting what he was saying. Although, even when she hadn’t fully, Araya gained confidence in her understanding enough to be able to look back into his eyes. What she was hearing was – he didn’t want to not try. It was what happened after that worrying him. And no wonder. “You wouldn’t want to know how it ends?” What if it was like a fairytale? What if they got a happy ever after? That didn’t have to be just fantasy and her wishful thinking. Ronnie blinked, teeth sinking into his bottom lip, before he shrugged again, this time being the one to look away, fingers dancing around the rim of his coffee cup, “Well I didn’t exactly like how it ended last time – if I read it and it doesn’t end well, why would I even want to start anything?” “What if it doesn’t end this time?” There was a warmth to her words as she went back to leaning her head on her hand. Araya was teasing him, of course. It wasn’t really a serious question – she knew neither of them could handle it being a serious question right now. They needed time, they had had time sure – but they needed more. His head tilted, eyes still not meeting hers – but the look on his face let her know she had a point. Ronnie couldn’t argue with that, but STILL! “I don’t think I wanna take the chance to find out. Could be worse. Don’t want that. No, thank you.”
By the time he’d finished his eyes were focused back on hers, with intensity. As if his would be the final word. Araya would have let him have it too, would have nodded along; ‘fair enough’. She even went back to looking at her work, pencil returning to her hand - but then she realised what he’d said. She paused her writing and looked up at him, curious, a little hopeful… but trying not to look too interested – perhaps not wanting Ronnie to realise exact what he’d said just yet. “Wait… so you… are thinking of… starting something?” It wasn’t a stupid question. Even if it would seem to be – either way he answered would have felt correct to both of them. It wasn’t as if there weren’t inklings of chemistry, that had somehow never faded, but she knew how hesitant he was considering how much she had hurt him before. Walking away from someone saying you couldn’t handle a relationship and then ending up in one again less than two months later would do that to a person. Ronnie had gone from wanting her back; would do everything and anything to have her back to… ‘well screw it and screw her and I never want to see her again and I’m actually quite MAD at her truthfully.’, and back again enough times in the years since. His distance when she first arrived didn’t surprise her, even when it was so easy to warm up like this after a five minute conversation. Araya was just as surprised at herself… she didn’t expect to fall back in love with him so easily, and so soon. The wish for her old relationship back had almost been immediate. As much as she understood the situation, at this point it felt so much like dancing around it; they both still had feelings neither would admit for their own personal reasons and the rest of the town was just… waiting. Of that they were almost certain.
Despite this, despite thinking he would want the final word back, Ronnie didn’t answer her. Instead, he just sat up a little straighter. His eyebrows furrowed together and he frowned a little, breathing out deeply – in a way that said everything, but there was no verbal answer… Araya knew better than to push him, and right now he had no coffee and she had no thread of conversation to keep him here either. Ronnie should be getting up and leaving and going to work now, because what else was there to do? He knew this, and so did she and yet he was still just… sitting there.
Either way, she had work to do, and dragging her notebook back towards her, Araya knew she had to think of something quickly before Ronnie figured out nothing was keeping him in his seat. She wanted to keep this conversation flowing – while he wasn’t scowling at her like he’d wish she’d leave, or straight up ignoring her presence. It had been so long since she’d got him like this, and she liked his company – whether Ronnie was talking or not, she always had. “A-Actually…” She held on to the only thing she had left, “If you wouldn’t mind just taking me though this one calculation that won’t add up? It’s different every time, I don’t know what I’m doing wrong.” He studied her face for just a fraction too long, and without the immediate response she feared that she might lose him this time. Ronnie checked his watch - what was five more minutes? - before he shook his head, “Sure. What’s up? Let’s see what I can do!” Then she smiled, the way she always used to smile at him and a smile he hadn’t seen since she’d left. Ronnie was 90% sure he wouldn’t hear a damn word she was about to say, and Araya would have to repeat herself, but it’d be worth it. What would be five more, five more minutes?
Fern watched from the counter as Ronnie leaned over the table to listen to Araya better, taking the pencil gently from her hand to explain exactly where she was going wrong. It didn’t seem like two minutes since they’d been high school age doing this…
She smiled to herself knowingly, looking at the empty coffee cup and then back at the in-depth discussion – the joy on Araya’s face when it finally made sense and the way Ronnie laughed to. And this time he didn’t check his watch.
It might take a little time, but they would get there. And if that meant she had to keep pouring his coffee into a proper cup instead, she’d make as many as it took.
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Thank you for reading! ✨
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hopeamarsu · 11 months
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Tag Games - Fandom edition
Thanks for the tag @daydreamsofthrawn, I'm sending a big hug your wat!
Your Name: M
Your First Fandom: HP and LotR
Your Current Fandom: PPCU, ADCU, Star Wars, HP (still), LotR (still)
How did you first get into fandom?: I joined a couple of messaging boards and it went from there
How long have you been engaging in fandom spaces?: On and off for almost 20 years now. Fandoms have changed, I've joined new ones and left the old ones as I grew away from them but it's always been a big part of me
How often do you read fanfic?: Multiple times a week
Top three characters from your current fandom?: Din Djarin, Frankie Morales, Clyde Logan
Have you ever written a fic for a fandom and if so, shout it out!: Yeah, you can check my masterlist for the fics :)
Have you ever drawn fan art for a fandom?: No.
Share a personal headcanon that you feel strongly about: Frankie Morales has trouble sleeping because he has PTSD and survivors guilt
You’re trying to convince a friend to get into your current fandom(s) with you. what episode, clip, or scene are you showing them?: Logan Lucky and the cauliflower scene, helicopter scene from Triple Frontier
And finally, what does fandom mean to you?: Community, finding likeminded people who share the same interests and while we maybe in different continents, we are still part of something amazing together.
No-pressure tags @dashavau @mariesackler @lavenderursa and anyone who wants to join in
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daydreamsofthrawn · 11 months
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Tag Game - Fandom Edition
Thanks for the tag @vellichormybeloved
Your Name: Meg
Your First Fandom: Star Wars
Your Current Fandom: Star Wars, ADCU
How did you first get into fandom?: Tumblr
How long have you been engaging in fandom spaces?: Three years.
How often do you read fanfic?: I used to read it every day, but I don’t as much anymore.
Top three characters from your current fandom?: Kylo Ren, Thrawn, and Hera
Have you ever written a fic for a fandom and if so, shout it out!: Many. Check out my Kylo/ADCU blog if you wish @daydreamsofren
Have you ever drawn fan art for a fandom?: No. I cannot draw. 😔
Share a personal headcanon that you feel strongly about: Kylo Ren would make the best girl dad.
You’re trying to convince a friend to get into your current fandom(s) with you. what episode, clip, or scene are you showing them?: The Last Jedi, Rebels, throw all the Thrawn books at them.
And finally, what does fandom mean to you?: For me, it means community. A group of people, mow matter how small or large, who have a common interest and can come together and scream about it and support and inspire each other.
Tagging: @mylifeisactuallyamess @leatherboundriot @lavenderursa @hopeamarsu @mariesackler @miraclesabound - and anyone else who sees this and wants to give it a go!
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roanniom · 2 years
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So…
I’m thinking of branching out with my fan fiction. Writing for more characters in different fandoms.
I’m realizing lately that I want to dabble in different kinds of stories, and I think I’ve gotten into a little bit of a rut - my ADCU fics are feeling repetitive lately and while I enjoy writing them, I feel like I can only do so much with Sackler, Charlie, and Paterson (the ones to which I tend to gravitate).
I really would want to just go with whatever tickles my fancy at the time so I can’t even like give a list of possible characters.
To be completely honest with you, I’ve randomly just read a bunch of STRANGER THINGS fics in the last two days and Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson have just scrambled my brain and I want to write for them.
That’s the truth
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So what are we thinking? Would people be down for me being a more fluid fic writer?
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artemisthewh0re · 11 months
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Tag Games - Fandom Edition
Thanks for tagging me, you're literally the first ADCU writer I followed on here @mariesackler
Your Name: Jazz
Your First Fandom: MCU and Adam Driver
Your Current Fandom: ADCU (Adam Driver), MCU, AHS
How did you first get into fandom?: I moved from Wattpad to Tumblr and found a whole new world lol
How long have you been engaging in fandom spaces?: About a year or two
How often do you read fanfic?: Not as often but I'm trying to read more.
Have you ever written a fic for a fandom and if so, shout it out!: Yes, here's my masterlist
Have you ever drawn fan art for a fandom?: No, I'm a terrible artist 😭
Share a personal headcanon that you feel strongly about: Kit Walker is secretly a good cook and makes you dinner when he's feeling extra sweet.
You're trying to conince a friend to get into your current farndom(s) with you. What episode, clip, or scene are you showing them?:
The most iconic scene of AHS ever!!!
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And finally, what does fandom mean to you?: I like the little interactions creators have with other creators and followers. Like gushing over an actor/character together and sharing headcanons. I don't get a whole lot of those but I love seeing that with the people I follow.
No-pressure tags: @draaculaaa @sacklerscumrag @roanniom @weareallstoriesintheend
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suddenlysackler · 3 years
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Keep Up
Henry McHenry x Reader
TW: tad bit of angst, mention of divorce, reader feels a bit insecure, henry is an ass but we’re working on him, brief mention of addiction/sobriety
A/N: Writing is hard but I’ve been working really hard on this so I wanted to share it even though there was really no point to the plot I just wanted to write for Henry. I have literally no posting schedule/writing schedule anymore. This takes place post Waltz in the Storm, only we’re gonna say Ann survived and took Annette and divorced Henry okay bye ily all so much.
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“Are you sure it’s safe?” Your eyes are round and full of mixed emotions — trust, fear, maybe some excitement — as you grip the helmet shoved into your hands with a vice grip.
Henry watches you from the seat of the Harley he had bought with the money from the sale of his and Ann’s estate after the divorce. It’s ridiculous, really. Completely over the top, particularly for someone who was just making a comeback in their career and trying to get back to some sort of financial stability. “Just get the fuck on the bike and try to keep up with me, will you?” His tone leaves no room for argument, his face is playfully skeptical.
The red Harley Davidson motorcycle is “fully loaded” as the sales person had told the two of you as you made your way across the show room floor just a few days ago. It’s completely with heated grips and a backrest in the passenger’s seat and a full scale infotainment system for Henry to blast his favorite music between gps directions as he sees fit. He’d passed on the built in defensive driving mechanism and balked at the Milwaukee-Eight 114 engine and even sprung for the most expensive of saddlebags. Hell, he’d even told you he was planning on getting the leather embroidered with his initials. 
Did this surprise you? No, not in the slightest.
Henry is eccentric. 
It’s your default response to the questions and comments and concerns expressed by each member of your social circle from the moment you’d mentioned that you’d been seeing someone. Questions of who, what, when, where, why, and how and worries about whether or not someone who shined so bright would be good for you and whether it would even work.
Honestly, you ask yourself the same thing almost every day. If you didn’t love him, you wouldn’t be able to see it.
He asks himself how you can see it every time he wakes up to your hair spread across his pillows.
Back to the matter at hand. You. Him. Big scary motorcycle. 
You turn your feet inward almost absentmindedly, standing pigeon toed and letting your shoulders tense up as he kicks off the bike with an exaggerated groan and comes to stand in front of you. “I’ve never done this before.” 
Henry pulls off his own helmet, tosses it to rest on the seat, and smiles knowingly at you. “That’s never stopped you before.”
“Shut up.” 
“Ann never —”
Your eyebrows furrowed and your lips parted just a bit. It was the one thing he continuously did even a year and a half into your relationship that made you lose your mind. He stops mid sentence when he sees the disappointment on your face. 
“I’m not Ann.” You say, trying so, so hard to not ruin the night. He’d been waiting for a break in the much needed rain falling over LA county for the past week to take you out and show you a good time. Try as you might, your lips start to tremble ever so slightly and you let the helmet clatter to the ground, beyond frustrated with him. With yourself even?
He rushes forward, hands all over you and your face before you can even bend at the waist to pick up the discarded the mixture of plastic and fiberglass at your feet. “I didn’t mean it.”
“You did it again.”
“But I didn’t mean it.” Henry says, pleads with you. His brown eyes convey the honest to goodness truth of it all and you know he’s good for his word. He really didn’t mean to. 
The past year was tumultuous, everyone knew that. Finding Ann stranded at sea on the coast just ten miles away from where Annette slept safely on board the yacht with her father. The accusations, the words thrown like daggers. The bliss and fervor and passion of their early days slipping away faster than vinegar leaves the bottle when you pour it, the whole ordeal just as sharp and bitter to taste. 
You’d been introduced to it just as the papers had been served to Henry’s modest home that had been inhabited for six months before Ann had made her final decision. 
He’s grateful for your loyalty and tells you that much just about every day. There isn’t a day where you doubt his love for you — how could you when you watch him work on himself in therapy and in the gym and with the way he tosses his cigarettes to the side and limits himself to a carton a week somehow? 
However, the one thing you had zero tolerance for was being compared to Ann.
Henry bites his tongue as he looks at you. He represses the urge to yell and ask why it always has to be about you, why you always have to nit pick when he does something you don’t care for. He takes a deep breath and focuses on the feel of your skin and how it’s almost as if it’s a balm for all of the negative emotions and thoughts crammed into his head. He reminds himself that you aren’t doing anything wrong by calling him out on this, that it’s appropriate to. Rather than lash out, he takes a deep breath and says the words he had been working so, so hard to work into his vocabulary in sincerity over the past year. “I’m sorry.”
The apology rings through your ears and settles in your mind. You sit with it for a moment and think about the Henry you had heard of prior to meeting him — the violent outbursts, the juxtaposition of his drinking and smoking habits in conjunction with his almost militant like work out routine. The selfishness and the narcissism and the screaming.
Your brow knits together as you process his words. “You’re sorry?” The words felt foreign on your own tongue, you couldn’t imagine how he must feel.
He nods slowly, giving you a once over as his cheeks begin to heat up. “I’m really, really sorry.” Henry promises, swears it. “It’s force of habit and that doesn’t make it right. I’m sorry. I’m working on that.”
You nod after the last word leaves his lips and you’re reminded of the fact that, yes, he is working on it. He’s working on a lot of things and you remind yourself that the whole reason he bought the bike was to celebrate one year of sobriety. With bated breath, you stand on your toes and kiss his cheek bone gingerly, an acknowledgement in it of itself. You know Henry doesn’t need your words.
Henry leans down and kisses your forehead, then crouches and grabs your helmet. He stays close to the ground for a long moment and falls to his knees. He buries his face in the fabric of your shirt and rests his arms just around the small of your back, memorizing the feel of holding you and relishing in the way your hands almost automatically move to thread through his hair, no longer matted from neglect and back to its usual thickness and shine. 
After a few moments of silence, you pull back just a bit to look at him. “I’m proud of you.” You whisper, eyes shining with a mixture of emotion.
His own eyes bore into your face, always working on committing whatever it was he was currently feeling to memory. “Thank you for helping me.”
A smile breaks out on your face and you shrug before leaning down and kissing his temple. “Always.” You murmur. “Now, will you please get me on the bike? Show me what I’ve been missing all these years.”
Henry smiles, the expression of satisfaction much wider than your own flash of your teeth. “You sure?” He asked, repeating your words from just a few minutes prior back to you.
“I’m sure.” You respond while trying to suppress the giggle that threatened to bubble past your lips at his teasing. You can’t help but cackle as he all but drags you to the bike and helps you put on the helmet, letting you inspect the bike before hopping on. When you finally straddle the seat, his left hand comes to rest over your arms, now looped around his waist and hanging on for dear life, before he hits the ignition and punches it, riding off in pure bliss and leaving the events of the past year behind, as it should be.
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direnightshade · 2 years
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Thanks so much for the tag, @daydreamsofren! ♡ I'll throw this under a Read More so it doesn't clog up the dash.
1) How many complete fics/one shots do you have that you have not published (yet)?
Completed? lmfao None. I did upload a new BHB piece to AO3 though, so... If we're talking what's not been added to tumblr, then I guess I can count that.
2) How many WIPS do you have right now?
DO NOT CALL ME OUT LIKE THIS. It's like 60+ though. DON'T LOOK AT ME, I HAVE TROUBLE FOCUSING SO I AM CONSTANTLY WORKING ON NEW THINGS.
3) Do you take writing requests or write original ideas, or both?
I used to take requests but that became a tad overwhelming. Also wouldn't consider my ideas original. lmfao So neither?
4) If you do take requests, how many do you currently have?
I'm not gonna lie, I still have a bunch of requests saved in my drafts from when I did take them...
5) How many fandoms do you write for?
Oof. Technically I've only published fics for the ADCU and also Attack on Titan, but I'm working on some Demon Slayer and Tokyo Ghoul fics too.
6) Are there any fandoms you wrote for in the past that you no longer write for?
Yep. I used to write for Marvel (specifically Daredevil / The Punisher), Stranger Things, and The Walking Dead.
8) Niche fandoms/characters you write for?
Eh, I don't really think I write for niche fandoms or characters tbh.
9) Do you read fics as well as write them?
I do! I used to read a lot more but not so much anymore, though I'm trying to get back into it.
10) What is your favorite genre to write for?
Anything dark and angsty. I feel like I do best in genres where I can pour a lot of my emotions into and that usually tends to be more depressing content. lol whoops
11) What is your favorite trope (to read/write)?
Probably a/b/o.
12) What do you do to get motivated to write?
Nowadays, it's usually @leatherboundbirate and/or @burningdownthedark who have the audacity to make me thirst over various scenarios which in turn gets me motivated to write.
13) Is there a trope/genre you like to read, but not write?
Slow burn, probably. I'm too impatient to write it myself, I think. I love to read it though, as frustrating as it may be. lol
14) Any characters/fandoms you want to write for that are never requested?
Mm, maybe Dan? I really haven't ever gotten many requests for him.
15) How long have you been writing fanfiction?
Oh god. I don't even know. It's been years though.
16) Did you read fan fiction before you started writing?
I did!
17) Do you only post on Tumblr, or any other sites as well?
Started off on fanfic.net, moved to tumblr, and then also moved to AO3.
18) What do you personally consider the word counts of “Drabble”, “One shots” and “fics”?
Just going to preface this and say that I have no idea what the actual threshold for these are so these are just how I've always looked at it. I think I would consider probably anything 500 words or less a drabble, anything over 500 a one shot and idk...I sometimes use fics/one shots interchangeably.
19) Which do you prefer to write more? HC, drabbles, oneshots/fics, multi chapter stories, other?
I wish I had the attention span for multi chapter stories that I could actually finish. But because I typically don't, I'll have to go with one shots.
20) Are there any stories you have discontinued? If so, why?
No, not really. I'm still actively working on everything, it's just severely slow going.
21) What is one of your main “pet-peeves” as a writer on Tumblr?
I think the discouragement of writers from other writers in the fandom is a big problem and it's something that's bothered me for a long time now.
22) Do you write at a particular time of day?
I have found that most of my ability to focus and be motivated comes in the morning, so usually I write most of my stuff between 7 - 10 weekday mornings.
23) Do you listen to music, ambiance/noise, etc to write or do you need silence?
I listen to music. Typically, I put the same song on repeat and let that play over and over while I write.
24) Do you outline your fics at all before writing?
Some of them I do. I have outlines for To the Wolves, Fidelity, and a couple others that haven't seen the light of day yet.
25) Do you post your writing as soon as you finish it, or do you schedule it to come out at a specific time/day?
I'm impatient so I usually just post as I finish.
Tagging: I'm sure plenty of people have been tagged in this already so I won't be tagging anyone. However, that being said, if you're seeing this and you want to take part, feel free to consider this me tagging you!
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mollysolo · 3 years
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Born to die
Summary: Kylos takes a familiar face captive.
Pairing: Kylo Ren/Ben Solo X gn!Reader
Warnings: Kylo using the force to knock the reader out and take them captive.
Word count: 1.4k
a/n: the flashback is italicized
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“(y/n)! Get out of here! I don’t want you to get hurt!” Ben shouted at you.
You shook with fear as you watched the beloved Jedi temple burn to the ground, all because of Ben.
This version of him was so scary to you. But it also confused you as to why he chose to hurt everyone else but save you.
You began to walk away from the temple as you sadly looked at him over your shoulder.
“I’ll find you again, I promise!” he shouted out to you.
You nodded at him as a single tear fell down your cheek. You then began to run away from the temple.
You hoped deep down that you would see him again, but at the same time you were now terribly afraid of him.
All you had was Ben and the Jedi temple, but now you had nothing and no one. You felt so alone and lost.
“Hopefully he’ll come back to the light someday.” you whispered to yourself as you continued to run.
But you didn’t have much hope in him. You feared that he was too far gone now.
Now in the present day, several years later you lived in one of Coruscants many cities. You had become a bartender then later a bar owner. You were somewhat content with your life. But, you still felt like something was missing.
In the middle of your shift, 8 men all dressed in black came into your bar. Their presence made everyone shake with fear and quickly run out of the bar to the best of their abilities.
Four of the mans guards guarded the two doors on the opposite sides of the bar. You gently smirked and rolled your eyes as he approached you at your spot behind the bar counter.
“Ah, Kylo Ren. What can I get for you?” you asked as you set down the glass you had been drying.
“Give me the strongest drink you have.” he replied.
You nodded at him in response with a fake soft smile spread across your cheeks.
Ever since Kylo became the Commander of The First Order, there was something about him that always comforted you when someone mentioned him. But you couldn’t quite figure out why.
You still disliked him though. After all, he did murder your boss a few years ago. You were in the back and unable to protect him when he was killed. Your boss was the closest thing you had to family and now you had nothing yet again.
As you thought about this, you faced away from Kylo and began to prepare his drink.
While Kylo sat down, his breath hitched in his throat. It was really you, you had survived even after that night at the temple. He couldn’t believe it.
Right then and there in his mind he decided that as soon as you turned around, he would knock you out with the force and take you back to the Starkiller with him.
He needed you to be his again.
For a moment, he considered just revealing his face to you and asking you to come with him, but he knew that you’d never agree to that, especially because of the monster he has now become.
“I’m sorry.” he quickly muttered as you turned around.
One of his hands then went to your forehead and you collapsed onto the floor within seconds. And once Kylo was sure that you were no longer conscious, he slipped behind the counter and scooped you up into his arms.
He grinned as he looked down at your face. You reminded him so much of who he used to be and weirdly enough he didn’t mind that in this moment. For once. 
Seven hours later, you woke up in a large, all black, soft but plain bed. Your eyebrows furrowed with confusion as your eyes scanned this room.
Your chest heaved as you began to panic. You had no idea where you were.
When suddenly out of the corner of your eye, you saw a familiar set of wavy jet black locks. The confused look on your face then went into a shocked one.
Ben had actually done it, he actually joined the dark side without dying. This shocked you as you were sure that Ben was most likely dead by now.
“Ben?” you said, still confused.
“Don’t call me that.” he said sternly.
He then rose from the big leather seat in the corner of his bedroom and sat down next to you on his bed.
You scowled at him as you began to speak, “Why am I here?” you asked.
“When I saw you working in that bar, I knew that I could never leave you again. But, I also knew that you would never willingly come with me because you didn’t recognize me anymore. So, I kidnapped you. (y/n), we can finally be together again. Okay?” he told you, hesitantly taking your hands in his as he finished speaking.
You quickly snatched your hands away from his grasp. All of the dots were slowly connecting now.
“I loved you Ben! I trusted you with my life! But, you broke that trust by murdering the only family I had left after you burned the Jedi temple down.” you made known.
You were shaking with pure rage and because of his own anger issues, Kylo quickly noticed this.
His lip trembled and tears pricked his eyes as he met your own. At the time, he had no idea if you were even alive, he didn’t know that this random mans death would affect you at all.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know that you were even still alive then.” he said lowly.
You glanced at the tears going down his cheeks before you looked into his eyes yet again. They were so warm and inviting, yet you had to keep reminding yourself that you hated him.
Though, it was tearing you apart to hate him at all.
“You may think you are some new man now “Kylo”. But when I look at you all I see is Ben Solo. That boy I once knew.” you told him.
He scrunched his forehead up as he tried to contain his anger. He didn’t want to scare you. He still hated when people called him Ben Solo and you were no exception. At least for now.
He then looked down at his lap, then back up at you. He tenderly cupped your face in his hands and this time you accepted his touch.
“Join me. All I’ve ever wanted is for you to rule aside me.” he begged, more tears falling down his now pink cheeks.
You frowned as you responded to what he was begging for, “No, I’m sorry but I can’t do that. The only way I’d ever be yours again is if you left the dark side, the First Order, all of that, forever.” you said.
He paused for a few minutes to think. He had been drifting away from the dark side for a while now and he wondered if leaving it all behind for you was a good idea.
“Alright. If leaving all of this means you will be mine again, than I’m on board. I can’t be without you again (y/n). We’ll leave tomorrow.” he said quietly, his words injected with anxiousness.
You nodded once more as you genuinely smiled at him for the first time in years.
“It’s going to take a while for you to gain my trust and love again. But, I’m willing to work on that if you are. I want you in my life again.” you said.
He closely observed your face as he slowly moved his body closer to yours and smiled. His hands met your cheeks again as he searched your eyes for some kind of reassurance.
“Can I kiss you? I’ve missed the feeling of your lips against mine.” he admitted.
“Yes.” you simply answered.
While his lips crashed onto yours, you felt as if you were in true paradise and you gently kissed him back.
His lips were so heavenly to you.
With his lips on yours again, you realized that this was the first time you had truly felt loved since your bosses death. And you weren’t going to let go of it so easily now.
“You’ve made the right decision Ben.” you said, separating your lips from his.
He nodded.
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this kinda sucks but, i hope you guys like this anyways! while writing this i listened to Born To Die by Lana Del Rey. and as always my request box is open. :))
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daydreamsofren · 2 years
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Thanks for the tag @acrossthesestars . This was an interesting one!
1) How many complete fics/one shots do you have that you have not published (yet)?
Complete? None. I usually publish my finished one-shots or a chapter update as soon as it’s finished.
2) How many WIPS do you have right now?
Twenty-Five (Look, some of them are just an idea in a new doc, but I’m counting it, because I will write it… some day.)
3) Do you take writing requests or write original ideas, or both?
Both (Obviously I have plenty on my plate, so requests are only open when I’m in a mood.)
4) If you do take requests, how many do you currently have?
Two. And I promise I fully intend to complete them… some day.
5) How many fandoms do you write for?
Currently, the ADCU (Adam Driver), but I am starting to dip my toes into the Charlie Hunnam fandom, and I want to write for Thrawn eventually.
6) Are there any fandoms you wrote for in the past that you no longer write for? I
Nope. I started writing in 2020 after diving head first into fandom for the first time.
8) Niche fandoms/characters you write for?
I feel like Clyde Logan has become a niche character.
9) Do you read fics as well as write them?
I try to, when I have the time. Finding a balance between writing, reading, and life has been difficult.
10) What is your favorite genre to write for?
Fluff and Hurt/Comfort.
11) What is your favorite trope (to read/write)?
Enemies-to-Lovers, A/B/O, Soulmate AU, Dark Fics.
12) What do you do to get motivated to write?
I find that bouncing my ideas off another person (@mylifeisactuallyamess) gets me motivated to write most of the time.
13) Is there a trope/genre you like to read, but not write?
Unrequited love, PWP
14) Any characters/fandoms you want to write for that are never requested?
I wish I got more Clyde requests when I open them up. :(
15) How long have you been writing fanfiction?
A year and a half.
16) Did you read fan fiction before you started writing?
Yes, but only for about five months before I decided to give writing a shot.
17) Do you only post on Tumblr, or any other sites as well?
I started out posting on Tumblr and Ao3, but I’m moving towards only posting one-shots and collaborations on Tumblr. The rest of my works are on Ao3 exclusively.
18) What do you personally consider the word counts of “Drabble”, “One shots” and “fics”?
Yea, I’m going to be honest, I don’t really consider it too much. If I find something that intrigues me, I don’t really care what the word count is. Personally, in my writing, I can never keep anything short, so there are many one-shots that end up being full blown fics.
19) Which do you prefer to write more? HC, drabbles, oneshots/fics, multi chapter stories, other?
Multi chapter stories. Again, because I can’t keep anything short.
20) Are there any stories you have discontinued? If so, why?
I wouldn’t say Crimson Betrayal is discontinued, but it was my first go at a multi chapter fic, and I feel like I bit off more than I could chew at the time. I do plan to go back to it eventually because I love the concept.
21) What is one of your main “pet-peeves” as a writer on Tumblr?
I think the like/reblog ratio bothers me, and the lack of engagement. Nobody owes me anything, but it can be discouraging sometimes. I’ve been getting better with simply writing for myself and ignoring everything else.
22) Do you write at a particular time of day?
Usually at night. Mainly because I have a full time job, and it’s the only time I really can write.
23) Do you listen to music, ambiance/noise, etc to write or do you need silence?
I like to listen to Star Wars Lofi or the ambiance/noise of Coruscant on YouTube.
24) Do you outline your fics at all before writing?
Not usually. I’m kind of just winging it most of the time.
25) Do you post your writing as soon as you finish it, or do you schedule it to come out at a specific time/day?
As I stated in the first question, I usually post it as soon as it’s finished. I tend to keep editing if I hang on to it too long, so it’s best to just get it out there before I end up rewriting the whole thing.
Tagging: @mylifeisactuallyamess @leatherboundbirate @mariesackler @direnightshade @paterson-blue @paper-n-ashes @starlightsearches
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thetorturerwrites · 3 years
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A little over a year ago, I fell into the ADCU.  I started reading fan fic in roughly January 2020, but I began with Marvel. I read a ton of good stuff in the MCU fan fic community, and I still return to it often.
And then, somehow, I ended up wandering around the ADCU and came across a post from an author commenting about how it would be helpful to have someone to answer questions about hurting people. I thought to myself ‘hey, I like to hurt people’ and so I sent the message. I promise I’m not a creepy dude, I said, and I’m happy to talk about violent things with you. That person was @kylorengarbagedump, and that first conversation changed a lot of things for me.
A year ago today, I opened this blog and my AO3. 
Its funny how much can change in a year, and how much farther you end up down a road you didn’t know you needed to be on. In this year, I have made some amazing friends, and I have been received by this community in a way I never anticipated. I’ve said it before but my work is very niche, and I never expected it to land for so many people. I may not have thousands of ‘followers,’ but I’ve made genuine friends, which has made all of this worthwhile.
So, I want to say thank you to @kylorengarbagedump, @bexterbex, @elmidol, and @fractureddarkness for making me feel like I could do this and for being so supportive both in and out of the fandom. I want to say thank you to @morby and @terry2227 for being invested in the things I’ve written and sharing your responses so willingly. @brittsj and @badtour and @ohiobluetip and @leomusings and and and -- likely more I’ve forgotten. I would not be here in this moment without all of you, and I am more grateful than I can put into words. (...am I tho? seems like a long post for having no words...)
In celebration of this achievement, I’m going to link below the fics that started all of this. I’m proud of them, what they meant for me, and what they still mean. 
From my black sadist heart to yours, cheers.
Sleep - What was supposed to be a one shot turned into multiple shots of a debauched Adam Sackler. My favorite whore.
Puer Deus - I wanted to show that kink is more than hair pulling and face shots. What I got was so much more than that.
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finn-ray-nal-beads · 3 years
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I meant to send this here but sent a message instead. Either way 🤣
I know you’re not doing much writing right now, but if you feel inclined to do something anything fucked up for Valentine’s Day with Flip or Captain Blowhole, it could be the sort of fucked up that we all deserve!
Take on Captain Blowhole vs Cupid?!? Like Cpt Hook and Tinker Bell, except Cupid is a full sized ugly ass man with a beer gut like captain Underpants! 🤣
I’m literally writing a fic I’m titling Flip vs Cupid where he has to go arrest a flasher on V Day and has to tackle him down and wrestle around etc
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A/N: Holy fuckin’ shit man! The third part in the Siren Series is finally here.... Who the hell am I being so efficient this week! The is the final part and I am so fuckin’ proud of this series I just had the best time writing it out! I hope you all love it and thank you @safarigirlsp for sending in the ask to finish this love fest out! 
Warnings: tw: violence, tw: death, tw: assault (we get slapped as well as we slap someone too), degradation, slight edging, unprotected sex, angst, mutual pining, fluff because I love these two so much, misuse of pirate puns and buccaneer banter, smut because we all love some of that cock talk, mentions of a certain ADCU character entering the mix (the tides will tell us)
The night was long and cold, the depths reaching near frigid temperatures as the Jolly Roger trudged on through the beacon. Frost building on either side of the hull, encasing the wood in a tomb of sorts, causing shivers to radiate from the crew as the soft snow fell around them.
“C-Cap,” Ron shuddered at the wheel, his eyelashes coated in snowflakes as he kept Flip’s course steady and true, “you sure we’re goin’ the r-right way,” he shivered rubbing his extended arm to cultivate some heat while he waited for a response.
Flip coughed, a thick fog releasing from his mouth as he glanced up slowly, his inky locks coated in a slick of frost as well. 
“It has to be,” he muttered, the vortex of the lights cascading around the entirety of the ship in a tube as the snow kept falling. 
He glanced back down, running a quivering finger down the direction of the map, huffing when he noticed the course was tried and true to where his trusty ship was heading. 
His chorus of shudders racking his body upon glancing back up at his lethargic crew, the snow and ice impeding them from their usual performances. The track of light fell where the sea met the sky, the eerie silence causing even more confusion as he noticed the pulsing of the colors in the distance. 
He wondered if you were at the end of this so-called rainbow. If you would even recall who he was, let alone let you be taken by him again. 
The shame settling over him in a veil as he began to worry about your rejection. You were completely out of his league in every aspect, including the fact that you could breathe underwater. What if he had set sail to track you down for nothing? Were you already occupied with another sailor, like a whore? Or was it just not meant to be based on the differences you shared? 
Either way, his grouchy ass had to find that out on his own, rules be damned. You had been on his mind every single day since he’d taken you on those golden shores. Your face framed by the sun lived rent-free, your luscious body sand-covered and begging for him, your gorgeous voice echoing his name as a song in his head. It was all intoxicating and he had to hear you again before he burst into flames.  
The vortex grew brighter and brighter, the sound of an impending whirlpool approaching with rapid speed in the direction of the ship. The crew jumping from the frigid conditions instantly as the hull rocked from the waves picking up and the amplified light. 
“Hold steady boys!” his booming voice echoed through the deck as they scrambled to their stations, little puffs of fog making their way to the illuminated ceiling of the tunnel as they made ready for the next part of the journey. 
“Cap?!” Ron frightened slightly as the wheel took on a mind of its own, spinning a fury while the bow dipped into the water vortex, “Cap what do I fuckin’ do?!” the both of them holding on for dear life as they began to spin down into the whirlpool. 
“Hold the fuck on!” he gritted out, reaching for any piece of wood around them to ground them to the deck, the sounds of cries and yelps radiating through as the boat hurled towards the blackened center of the pool, a bright wormhole opening to glisten in his pupils as they approached it. 
“Holy fuckin’ shit!” Ron cried out, completely scared out of his wits, grabbing onto the same piece of wood as his pal was, “Cap what’s going on?!” screaming at him while he watched Flip fixated on the light. 
“I think it’s the entrance,” he spoke almost calmly, his ship barreling into the bright beacon with the littlest efforts, the entire crew stifling the light from their eyes with hands raised as it was sucked inward. 
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“Daddy what the hell is going on?!” you huffed into the throne room, your parents perched in their rightful places as you blew a huff of bubbles out in annoyance. 
“I was busy,” crossing your arms as your tail spanned below you in a cascade of greens and blues, your hair flowing in the clear water as you scrunched your face. 
“Watch your mouth, Y/N,” he commanded, pointing his trident in your direction, the threat causing you to roll your eyes and brush a hand in disgust. 
After you had returned from your escapade, the torture had ensued. Your father put more pressure on you to fulfill his wishes of becoming married to the most suitable bachelor in the Seven Seas. 
The thought of anyone but your sailor boy making you gag audibly as he showed you suitor after suitor for weeks and weeks, only to find himself more annoyed at your defiance of him. 
“The time has come my daughter,” he boomed, your mother smiling uncomfortably at the exchange, gulping loudly before he continued his power trip over your duties as a Princess. 
“The time has come for what?” scrunching your eyebrows at him in more annoyance as he smirked devilishly at you. 
“For you to meet your betrothed,” he cooed, the bubbles condescendingly falling from his trout mouth as your jaw dropped before him. 
You pushed a finger in your ear, making sure to clean it out properly before answering him back, “I’m sorry… my who?!” your eyes bugging out of your head before you could lunge at him in a fury. 
“You know exactly what I said,” darkly speaking as he gestured his staff to open the double doors, revealing a merman as they escorted him to the side of your father. 
“My sweet daughter,” he pandered, “this… is Matthew… The new future King of the Ocean,” the tall, blonde gentleman smiling as brightly as a guppy while he was doted on by your father. The sight of them nauseating you to no end as you surveyed him. 
Arms still crossed over your covered tits, pushing them out slightly as you inched forward to take him in further. He wasn’t completely hideous, you thought to yourself, his face chiseled and handsome. His body was built heavy and stacked, abdominals straining under his scaled skin as you watched him speak in hushed tones to your father. His hair a cascade of golds and yellows, as the curls satisfyingly framed his face. But he wasn’t your sailor. 
Your handsome, tall, and dark buccaneer. The one with the chiseled features, thick black locks, and a heavy swinging cock. He wasn’t even close to him, and would never be in your mind. 
You looked around while they had their little conference, rudely ignoring your presence as you surveyed the room, wondering if you could make a break for it and go find your love again. 
It wouldn’t be too hard, you thought, he wasn’t that elusive in any sense of the word. You knew his ship from stem to stern, having conjured it back from the depths while he laid passed out on the sand that day. 
Recalled what his crew looked like, grabbing each of them from the Locker one by one to revive them. It would be as simple as recalling his trails he’d left coupled with your gift of echolocation to find him before he even blinked. You considered it. Biting a lip as you darted panicked eyes between the armed guards at all exits. 
“Y/N,” your father cleared his throat, “are you going to introduce yourself to your future King?” he smiled again, extending a hand for yours to come closer. 
“I’m so sorry about her,” he gripped your fingers in a death grip, a hiss coming out of your throat as he pulsed them, “she’s kind of spacey… forgive me,” pushing you to collide with his thick body in a thud. 
“Ow! Fuck!” pushing him off you in an instant, putting your hands over your tits as they throbbed from the collision. 
Another blow to the back of your head via the trident, “watch your whore mouth!” he boomed again, “I am deeply sorry, Matthew,” he smiled fakely again. 
“It’s perfectly fine, Your Highness,” he bowed slightly, “I like my women a bit feisty,” the fire burning in his eyes as he glared down at you. 
“The challenge of it all is… tantalizing,” taking your hand in his and bending down to lightly kiss it, the disgust fanning over you as his lips touched your scales. 
“Y/N,” he cooed beneath you, “it is a pleasure to be in the presence of such… beauty,” the waft of heart-shaped bubbles escaping his lips as he weaved his words. 
You pulled your hand, nursing it as you rubbed the spot where his snake-like lips had touched it, feeling utterly violated as your lips formed a pout in his direction. 
You contemplated for a moment, going over the positives and negatives as you watched him gaze at you, his handsome features no doubt hiding his true identity underneath. You rustled up to meet his eye line, your eyes becoming slits as you whispered, “You will never be my betrothed,” you menacingly growled, fangs snarling in his direction as you watched the flames blaze from a soft pink in his eyes to a glowing red. 
“You disgusting, conniving, snake!” landing a hard slap on his face before a shrill scream left your mother in awe of your actions. 
“You little bitch!” he hissed, watching the anger boil over you while your father lit up behind you in a rage. 
“How dare you, Y/N!” he boomed again, “you’re going to marry Matthew if it’s my last dying wish!” the tears spilling down your face as you spun around to meet his gaze. 
“Make me daddy!” you spat in his face, ready to give him another set of choice words before a huge flash of light interrupted the party. 
The whole group turning glances at each other, “did someone open the portal?” your mother putting her hand over her mouth in fear, cowering behind your father in a fit that made you cringe. 
“Your Highness, I can go check it out… There’s no reason for you to be put in danger over this,” he bravely puffed his chest out like a pompous jerk, patting the top of your head like a child. 
“Stay here my fiery siren,” he spewed, the nickname making you shoot daggers his way as he swam his way out of the balcony. All of you collectively inching out to see a huge bubble encasing a massive ship in the middle of the city. 
Gasps of shocked cries ringing out as passerby gazed in wonder at the bubbling orb floating in suspense, seemingly unphased by the fact it was smack dab in the center of a lost city. 
You squinted, not looking at your slimy suitor but the boat encased in the waves, cocking your head as it came clearer into your view. 
You audibly gasped, the flurry of bubbles and a wave as you placed both hands over your mouth, hoping your parents didn’t notice your surprise. 
“Don’t worry Y/N,” your dad placed a heavy hand on your shoulder, “when he gets back you can ask for an apology… I know he’s a man of reason,” smirking down thinking you were worried for his safety. 
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“What the fuck?!” Flip scared out of his wits echoed as his voice reverberated along the walls of the water bubble. His crew shouting all kinds of curses as they prayed Hail Mary’s over the devil magic that had brought them to their orbed hell. 
He panicked, running from all sides of the ship, rubbing his eyes as he gazed around at the majesty that had cleared around the encasement. 
The city was a beacon in the depths of the darkness. The cool blue waters surrounding all sides of him in a tropical paradise littered with all colors of fish, seaweed, glorious statues, and towers, all centered around a glimmering castle. 
He gulped when he caught a glance of panicked merfolk, the realization that they were circling he and his crew sending him spiraling as he gleefully smiled at his successful venture. 
“Holy. Fucking. Shit,” he gasped, “Ron… R-Ron we made it,” he panted, begging his buddy to pinch him to see if he was dreaming. It was just as the books had revealed. The mecca in the ocean was lost to all the land dwellers in a mysterious flash. Yet here he was, face to face with a slew of shocked faces gazing at him like they were the fish out of water. 
“W-what do we do now, Cap?” Ron tugged at his jacket, Flip frozen in place just like his crew as they deadpanned the scene before them of hoards of merpeople all ages crowding around their forcefield. 
“I-I’m not entirely sure,” he quipped back, “I didn’t think we’d actually get this far,” gripping his friend’s hand on his shoulder before shuffling it off of him. He walked towards the starboard bow, coming face to face with a pink-tinged merman. 
The tips of his blonde locks a rose color, his chiseled face looking slightly similar in character to him. It was eerie how close their bone structure was, like looking in a mirror but morphed into a blonde wig instead of his trademark black waves. He cocked his face to the side, the handsome face doing a similar gesture as his pink irises came into a clear view. The slits of his pupils boring into Flip’s golden ones as he surveyed his near doppelganger. 
He cleared his throat, thinking to speak, and then possibly realizing it may not be heard via the separation between him and the mysterious fish. He squared him up even further, glancing down the expanse of his thick chest, rippling abs, and his stark pink tail, whipping in the waves as he noticed him doing the same thing. 
The silent exchange making Flip shiver with unsureness. He had never felt this way. He had stormed a slew of shores in his days, being the young swashbuckler he was, and come across many a menacing buccaneer, and slew them like the stud he was. 
But this… was enemy territory… and by enemy, he knew he was number one on the crowd’s list. The foreigner who crashed into town unannounced, and unwelcome, all to search for a woman. Isn’t that how it always goes though? 
“What have you come here for, sailor?” the haunting voice of the merman penetrating the wall in a clear, melodious tone, like he was inside with them. The crew shuddering from the sound, begging Flip to look away as if he were Medusa.
He cleared his throat, breaking from the hold his gaze had on him, gripping the sides of his jacket as he spoke, “I’m here to find one of your kind, merman,” his eyebrow cocked as the man looked unimpressed at his response. 
“Is that so?” he smirked, his fangs slightly showing as his voice, mesmerized Flip even further, “and who… may I ask, would you be possibly looking for 7,000 leagues under the sea?” the man entertaining his stupidity as he pandered to the captain. 
“For your information, fish boy,” he sneered, not loving the condescension in his tone, “I’m looking for a siren…” meeting his menacing stare noses touching the wall of water between them. 
“There’s a million sirens in this town, swashbuckler,” he chided, “you’re gonna have to be more specific… or are you too drunk to remember your own name?” the joke producing a fit of giggles from the crowd behind him. 
“Sober as a stone, Pinky,” dishing it right back to him, a frown emerging from his lips at the degrading name, “Y/N… That’s her name,” the tone of his voice lowering as he watched the fire boil in the man’s eyes. 
“Y/N?” his fists forming as his tinge on his entire body went from a blushed pink to a bright red, turning around to face you on the balcony. 
You gulped, waiting for the mess to start as your betrothed beckoned you with a finger to the bubble. 
“My darling,” he cooed, the flames boiling over as he tried to keep his composure, “you have a visitor,” gripping your hand in the same as your father had done the time before, a hiss leaving your lips as you flashed your fangs at him. 
“You mean, Princess Y/N of the Sevens Seas? My betrothed?” he chanted, the anger completely seething from his teeth as he presented you to the captain. 
Your shocked face coming nose to nose with your sailor in a fit of embarrassment as you realized he was dangling you like chum in front of him.  
“Sailor?” you gasped, his handsome face becoming more clear as your delicate hands touched the side of the bubble, your magic clearing the path to a thin line to see his precious face gaze at you. 
“Y/N?” his heart almost leaping out of his chest as his hands met the spot where yours were on the opposite side, “I thought I wouldn’t ever see your gorgeous face again,” wanting so badly to feel your plush lips on his as you watched his face soften at the sight of you. 
“I’m here, Captain,” you quipped, trying to hide your expressions as the grip on the back of your head tightened from your other suitor. The blood boiling in his hands singing your scalp as he listened to you quietly spoke to your true love. 
He jerked your body away from the wall, the feeling putting you into whiplash as he threw you back, “how dare you,” he seethed, his eyes glowing even brighter upon seeing you fawn over a human. 
“How. Dare. You. Fucking slut!” the explosion of a fireball and a cascade of black bubbles emitting from his head as he blew his top. 
“You fucked this garbage didn’t you, whore?!” he angrily pointed at you, your expression telling him everything as you darted glances between him and your sailor boy. 
He towered over you, lifting a heavy hand to your face, and slapping you with all the effort he could muster, “answer me you fucking land lover!” the tears spilling as you tried to gulp the words out, your silence doing more to egg on his mood. 
“Get your fuckin’ prissy hands off her and fight me like a fuckin’ man!” a booming voice echoed from the bubble, revealing a spent Flip, his jacket and hat torn off in a fury over the show he’d seen. 
Matthew turned, steam shooting from his ears as he watched Flip stand his ground on his ship, “You wanna fight you fuckin’ bastard?!” inching to him and morphing himself to a human in a flash, his tinge not changed as he appeared on the deck, fire blazing in between his fingers as he stood toe to toe with the captain. 
“Let’s fuckin’ fight,” he calmly huffed, his teeth hissing out heavy breaths as Flip removed his sword from his waist, standing ready to fight. 
“Let’s go Pinky!” he gritted, moving to throw the first blow, metal colliding with his fiery fist in a flash of sparks. 
The clanging of blows hitting in tandem as they danced across the upper deck of the ship. Flip bobbed every attack he had, same with Matt. The both of them reading each other’s movements like a dance before landing a crushing blow to the merman’s shoulder, the blood spewing out in a wave that splatter all over Flip’s shirt and exposed chest. 
“You’re gonna regret that, sailor,” his devilish grin spurring him to attack faster and more agile as he landed an equally hard blow to the buccaneer’s midsection. The fire burning his skin in a sear of pain as he grunted a moan, stumbling back up while Matt chuckled at his victory. 
“Had enough?” he pandered, cocking his fiery head to the captain. 
“Not even close, fire crotch,” upturning a smirk as he jabbed another blow to his chest this time, the blade piercing in a spray of blood again as a cry rang out through the orb. 
You watched in complete terror. Each blow getting more and more deadly as they duked it out. 
Soon, Flip was gasping for breath, trying to center himself as he sustained more damage. Matthew noticing him falter under his superiority and making a note as he watched him weakly get back up after the last blow he’d taken to his stomach again. 
“What’s the matter sailor?” he chided, loading up another crushing blow as he watched his enemy pant, his weapon falling at his side in exhaustion, “too much rum?” laughing as he landed a crushing blow to the top of his head, knocking Flip out cold underneath him. 
He smirked, surveying the crew as they stood back, scared out of their boots. He huffed, walking to the edge to find you, panicked and shocked at the turn of events. 
“My sweet love,” he cooed, the fire still burning at a dull roar as he spoke, “you’re going to forget this ever happened… and you will call me your King, just like you’re going to be my slave the rest of your days in this ocean,” his commands cutting you like a knife as you sobbed uncontrollably. 
“Fuck you!” pounding on the bubble wall in a fit as he maniacally cackled in front of you, “I’ll never be yours, fucking pink bastard!” spitting as it fueled his raged laughs. 
“Now, now…” he tsked, running a slick finger to where your forearm was rested on the wall, “I love my women feisty,” cooing again as you writhed in frustration and pain for your sailor. 
Your eyes closed shut as you heard his evil cackle ring through your ears, only to look up when it was stifled by a muffle it seemed. 
You glanced back up, eyes blurred as you blinked your vision back to see what had happened now.
Flip stood towering over the fireball, his sword logged from his back to poke out his beating heart like a skewer, while his thick hand fell over his mouth, eyes rolling back in his head as he succumbed to the sweet release of death. 
“Heartless mother fucker,” he gritted, driving the sword back out of your betrothed, his limp body crashing to the deck in a thud. 
“Flip!” you cried, pawing at the wall when his gaze met yours, his exhausted body breathing a sigh of relief when he saw you. 
“Hey there, gorgeous,” he cooed, your tears dripping even further as you pined for his touch. 
“Flip I-I’m so sorry,” you whined, wishing you had the right words to say in this exact moment, “I shouldn’t have ever… Fuck, I shouldn’t have left home!” beating the bubble again in a fit of self-pity as you watched him wince gripping his side in pain. 
“Don’t ever apologize, sugar,” he cooed, the pained smile coming over his face as he limped over to you, “you’re the best adventure I’ve had,” putting a hand to meet yours on the wall again, both foreheads leaning to meet too as you both exhaled in adoration of each other. 
“I-I haven’t stopped thinking about you,” he admitted, his hushed tone so low that only you were able to hear it. 
“Neither have I,” you whispered in the same tone, the smiles and fits of laughter falling over the both of you as the tears kept rolling. 
“Can ya come with me? I need you… More than I care to admit,” he bashfully shied away, your face curling into pure joy as you realized what he had asked of you. 
“You mean… Forever?” biting a lip to hear him beg for you. 
“Well I didn’t fuckin’ cross the entire ocean, go down a tunnel of doomed light, swirl into a fuckin’ whirlpool, and fight pinky over here to just ask for one more night of sand sex,” kicking the limp noodle on the ground in a huff. 
You laughed out loud, the bubbles leaving your mouth before you placed your finger over it in embarrassment. 
You turned to glance at your parents, who, by now, had ventured through the crowd to marvel at the orb, seeing the debauchery unfold in horror. 
“Daddy?” you questioned, wincing slightly as you turned around to see your father in complete shock. 
“Daddy? I-I,” you couldn’t get the words out before your father wrapped you up in the biggest embrace he had ever given you. Your arms only wrapped around him after you realized what was occurring, the tears now a blubbering mess as you hid in his huge frame. 
“Go,” were the words you heard. You looked up, shaking your head from side to side in denial as you wept in front of him. 
“Go… have your freedom, my sweet baby girl,” placing a soft hand to your as he dried a tear from your cheek. 
“B-but, daddy my duties, I-I,” he shushed you, looking with all of the love he could conjure up. 
“Fuck all of that,” a laugh echoing from his lungs, “I want you to have an adventure… go find something worthwhile… and with someone you love… this place will still be here if you want to come back, sweet thing,” the words spilling from his lips causing your jaw to drop open again. 
“Daddy, wha-,” wondering if this was all a charade to keep you here with them. 
“This lad must truly love you if he trekked across the ocean to find you,” looking to Flip who was registering the conversation before his eyes. 
“I think that says more about his character than any of the suitors we had picked for you,” his voice calm and collected as he spoke back to you. The silent exchange of love between you a welcome embrace to the fights you’d been having since you had turned thirteen. 
“I-I do love him,” looking back to his boyish smile as he stumbled from the pain on his side again. 
“I know you do, sweet siren,” he brushed a hair from your face, “now go… have an adventure I could never have,” pressing his forehead to yours as you both reveled in the peace of the exchange. 
You broke your hug, barreling to your mother who had at this point, sobbed the entire ocean over sea level, and gave her the largest hug. 
“I’ll be back mommy,” you cried, kissing her forehead as you back away from your family, waving at the crowd of folk surrounding you before morphing into your human form and sucking yourself into the bubble. 
You gathered yourself, getting your wet hair back, and shuffling off the water as your soaked nude form came to his view. 
“Hey sailor,” you cooed out, shy as you batted those gorgeous lashes his way, your silky body glistening with water droplets for the whole world to see. 
“Hey there, my sweet siren,” he panted back, gulping some air as he winced in another round of pain. 
“Holy shit,” you gasped, running to his aid, “sailor… You’re hurt,” putting a delicate hand to feel the heat from his abdominals pulsing under him. 
“Nah,” he grunted, leaning on your for support as you walked his down to the double doors of the main deck, “I’m tough as they come, sugar, I’ll be fit as a fiddle in a few days,” wincing in pain again with a groan. 
The crew had been eyeing your form as your cascaded down the stairs, tits and areolas bouncing, bare cunt flashed unbeknownst as you were more preoccupied with Flip and his health. 
You both glanced around, wondering why the guys weren’t preparing to blast out of this popsicle stand. Their jaws gaping as they surveyed your ample curves, Flip’s face inches from a supple tit as he registered reality.
“Mother of fuck!” he got up, the pain in his voice echoed as he stood to cover your body with his, “get hold the sheet and get us the fuck outta here you peepin’ Tom’s!” he bellowed, the boys coming to attention and scrambling with their orders as they were still flustered over your beauty. 
Flip pushed you back into the doors, trudging into his quarters with a thud as he landed on his bed. You went right to work, ripping his shirt off, and tending to his wounds while you both felt the ship take off to the surface. 
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“You know you never told me you were a Princess,” his gruff voice whispered as the night had set over the sky, his body littered with bandages as you tended to each with the most care. 
“Forgive me… The last time we were together it didn’t seem like the right time to bring it up,” you quipped back, earning a low hum from his chest to ring out. 
“Matty boy was right… You are kinda feisty,” he quoted the smirk over his lips deepening as he watched your face scrunch in disgust over the name. 
“If you’re trying to get some tonight, you’re not winning any style points by bringing that snake up,” pressing a little harder on a wound to see him writhe in pain slightly. 
“Sorry, sugar,” he chided, “but it’s somewhat true,” he chuckled shying away as you tried to push on another cut to cause him some more pain. 
“Such a smooth sailor,” you sang, your lips ghosting his as you drank in his musk. 
“That’s what they call me,” he dished right back inching his mouth on yours in a dainty kiss. 
The feeling was elating. Your lips connected in tandem as they begged for more, the tongues dancing in your mouths as his hands snaked to grip your bare tits in his thick digits. 
A relieved gasp left your chest, followed by a moan when he ran his thumbs over your peaks, the circles to magical as they coaxed you to straddle his lap with a soft grind on his hardened erection. 
“I missed these gorgeous tits,” he moaned, moving his lips to your right breast and sucking the life out of it before doing to same to the other. 
You fumbled with his pants, pulling his bloomers down in a fervor as his cock sprung to attention, the weeping head falling in the direction of his left-leaning tower. It expanded the length of your thigh, the purple head, begging to be sucked up into your cunt as the precum slid on the inner meat of your leg. 
“I missed this cock of yours, captain,” you moaned, your words egging him on as he assaulted your chest with a variety of bites and bruises, hands gripping your ass with all the strength he had in him. 
You brought it to your entrance, rubbing the tip on your bud as it slicked up the wetness that had formed over the course of being reunited with your man. The feeling of it tapping your bean sending waves of electricity through your spine, throwing your head back as you sat on him inch by delicious inch. 
“M-mother f-fuck,” he grit out, his teeth still encasing a nipple as he bit down on it in pleasure, “this fucking cunt,” his breath coming in hot and heavy as he watched your face fill with bliss. 
“There’s nothin’ like this perfect pussy of yours,” he panted out, your grinding on his pelvis spurring his dirty mouth to spill out obscenities. 
He bucked up into you, meeting your cervix with every push as he watched you edge yourself over him. 
“You like your shores stormed, huh, siren,” he grunted, feeling your walls flutter around him as you fucked yourself into your release. 
“I fuckin’ love this mast of yours,” echoing back as you rode out your orgasm, the feeling of his pubic hair and his tip knocking your spot a magical combination as you clenched around him in a death grip. 
“That’s my good girl,” he groaned out, the overwhelming feeling over your luscious cunt spilling all over him sending him into overdrive as he stilled your hips. 
He spilled his swimmers deep into you, the endless waves of white coating your sandy beach in a glaze as he finished his motions under you. You fucked faces gasping for air as you both came down from the high of the night. 
You collapsed on him, making sure to avoid his wounds as he kept a steady arm around you. Petting his chest as you felt a gush of spend escape your full cunt. 
“I’m never gonna lose you again, Y/N,” he whispered, kissing your head as he nuzzled you closer to him. Your leg wrapped around him in a koala as you both closed your eyes in bliss. 
“Trust me, sailor,” you cooed back, letting out a heavy sigh, “I’m not goin’ anywhere now,” slowly drifting off to the sounds of his cold heart beating in your ears. 
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HOLY MOLEY I FINISHED A SERIES FINALLY I AM SO EXCITED! I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOYED THIS WHALE COCK OF A TALE! 
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fic writer tag by @the-lonelybarricade thank you my love!! this was a nice lil tag 💞
1. How many works do you have on Ao3?
13
2. What’s your total Ao3 word count?
136,828
3. How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?
Star Wars, The Last of Us, A Court of Thrones and Roses, and Harry Potter
4. What are your top 5 five by kudos?
Danger Days
The High Lady of Cunning
Personal Succubus
Not The Only Way
Satiated
5. Do you respond to comments, why or why not?
i respond to most, not everything. i get kind of nervous about replying asdfgkj
6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?
nothing i write will ever end angsty, im a slut for hea's!!
7. Do you write crossovers?
the only one i have is my slytherin!kylo x reader au (star wars meets 1970s harry potter wizarding world)
8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?
nah but ive gotten snarky comments
9. Do you write smut? If so what kind?
hell yeah, i write all kinds. oral, penetration, pegging, choking, poly, crying, consensual slapping, light d/s, etc etc
10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
not that i know of. for the record i only post here or on ao3, i will never post on ff net or wattpad.
11. Have you ever had a fic translated?
nope but im very supportive of them!
12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
ive been thinking about this and no i havent but oof i would love to!! if anybody ever wants to collab just DM me!!
13. What is your all time favorite ship?
any adcu or ppcu character x reader :^))))
14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?
probably my reader insert hunger games fic
15. What are your writing strengths?
angst and smut lol
16. What are your writing weaknesses?
transitioning scenes >:^((((
17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?
it can get.... really stereotypical especially in the pedro pascal fandom, ie spanish isnt exactly universal and sometimes it can be hugely distracting especially if/when a reader doesn't know the language idk it's something that can bother me as a mexican.
18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?
star wars! it was my CEO!kylo x mistress!reader au
19. What’s your favorite fic you’ve ever written?
im a huge fan of my baby danger days if i do say so myself
Tagging my dears @babbushka, @mylifeisactuallyamess, @themuseic, @daydreamsofren, & @hedgy-hog!
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Hello, sorry to disturb but do you have any angsty fic recs centered around Tim?
Well, Your Highness, I’m always happy to make fic recommendations. Thanks for the ask. If you want Tim Drake angst then these stories will provide what you’re looking for.
No Home For Dead Birds by Wintersnight: https://archiveofourown.org/works/9618515/chapters/21730547
There’s a reason why Wintersight is considered the Queen of Agnst. Make sure to have a big box of tissues handy. You will need them.
The Can’t Take That Away From Me by ArgentJinx: https://archiveofourown.org/series/1793854
Remember when Damian cut Tim’s jumpline because he was angry at him? Wonder what would have happened if that conveniently placed flag pole hadn’t stopped his plunge? Well ArgentJnix gives us the story Tim Drake fans have wanted for so long. There will be more than enough blame to go around the Bat Cave as the consequences of Damian’s action play out. 
Through The Walls by Maychorian:   https://archiveofourown.org/works/20199193/chapters/47862376
Tim and Jason are just littles (9 and 12) when they’re kidnapped by a pedophile/serial killer. Batman and Nightwing recuse them. Bruce becomes a serial adopter of damaged children and Nightwing is the big brother everyone wants. Be prepared to read this all at once because it’s as addictive as potato chips. Once you start you can’t stop. 
Liminal Spaces Series by CalamityJim:   https://archiveofourown.org/series/1414078
ADCU YJ Bruce is dimension hopping when he comes across Tim Drake from the comics. Appalled by the fact that this universe’s version of him is the poster child for Bad Dad of the Year, Bruce more or less kidnaps Tim and takes him home. You get a great version of Damian (still being Damian and not woobified), a more or less sane Jason after his dip in the hottub from hell (Lazarus pit) and Dick Grayson being the good bro we all want him to be. All the feels are here in these wonderful fics - all of them!
We Make Out Own Demons y EchoShimmer:   https://archiveofourown.org/works/23167336/chapters/55450513 
Tim sells his soul to the devil (Ra’s al Ghul) to get Bruce back when he’s lost in time. After a swim in the Lazarus pit Tim becomes Ghost - Heir to the Demon. Let the angst begin!
I could keep going but I think that should keep you busy for a while. Make sure to leave comments for the authors since the only “payment” fanfic writers get are kudos and commentary.
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