#apt fanfiction

[renegade--soul498]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: A Plague Tale (Video Games), A Plague Tale: Requiem (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Amicia de Rune & Hugo de Rune Characters: Hugo de Rune, Amicia de Rune Additional Tags: Inspired by Robert Louis Stevenson's Poem Requiem, Based off the trailers too, Angst, This might make you cry you've been warned, There's no comfort in here, King Hugo, A PLAGUE TALE REQUIEM SPOILERS, Of course... Summary:

Nights were cold but there was still light. Light that let him see that the world couldn't end like this. It was his wish as well as his doom. It would all end in peace and rest, the things they looked for the most.

This was the end of their journey together.

I had another WIP for APT: Requiem but this got the best of me. I couldn't stop myself from writing and this is what happened. Shout-out to the rat writers and ratists in the Discord server! Get the soundtrack "Reunion" ready to listen while reading, prepare some tissues, and may Hugo's legacy live on.

#a plague tale #a plague tale requiem #hugo de rune #amicia de rune #apt fanfiction #fanfic #a plague tale fanfic #archive of our own

[faetreides]

Modern coryo whos trying to sorta maybe manipulate his gf by being obsessed and then not reading her texts for 3 days but the gf is literally the same so it’ll be like

r: “heyyy” and then a day later he replies “heyaaa” and then it goes on like that for a week until he cracks and sends her 15 messages in the span of 4 minutes

cw: feminization/fem label “gf” but the reader is still only intended to be afab, the ask has she/her pronouns but i don’t use them in the writing, manipulation and toxic behavior, typical coryo/modern!coryo warnings, love bombing, not canon to the main au, black cat reader ish, reader has a shower in their dorm bc i say so 🤫, male masturbation

Now Coryo wouldn’t do this during your relationship, despite his best attempts to play it cool, you make him panic and he’s immediately resorting to rich boy love bombing (trips, those ridiculously expensive boxed roses, 999999999 rounds of oral on his yacht, a summer house, etc.) followed by baby trapping. He’s not stupid enough to try something like that deeper into your relationship, for him it’s about making sure the foundation is as solid as possible and not shaking it up.

This would really only happen before you even start dating, after he’s bumped into you in the dorms enough times to wear you down into giving him your number. He’s still in his “i have to the most mysterious person alive” mindset and he hasn’t quite shed the fuckboy persona yet. He doesn’t seek anybody out or anything, it was love at first sight with you unfortunately, he’ll just imply that that you’re another contact in a long list. (You’re the only one in his favorites 💀)

You’re smart enough to be wary, too involved in academics and proving yourself to go sniffing around Coriolanus Snow. You don’t really talk to a lot of people, and you’re not interested in a swarm of meaningless interactions. You’re just grateful that he stopped calling you so much, learning that you very much prefer texting. He’s the king of the “hey u up?” text, and you have the flattest look on your face as you reply “Yes.” and turn your phone face down. Exchanges like happen over and over.

Does your heart flutter when he insists on walking you to class and pecking your cheek at the door? Yes but you’ll roll your eyes and make a big deal out of wiping it off. Are you intrigued by how much he hauls ass to get you your coffee order whenever he senses that you need it (because he can, he’s like spiderman but lame)? Well, yes, but he must be playing some kind of game with you. Has a cliche bet with his fraternity brothers over your assumed virginity maybe. The more you’re determined to not fall for it, the more you find yourself slipping as the days go by.

Just when you turn your head when he pecks your cheek outside the lecture hall, expecting the gesture more than dreading it, he gives you a blank stare and turns on his heel. You take a second to blink and then shrug, it’s no skin off you back if Coriolanus decides to be normal for once. You definitely do not have a bit of a scowl throughout the entire session. (he nearly lost it when you didn’t react at the lack of a kiss, he kicked the wall and almost broke his foot)

He’s back to the “heyy” texts at random hours, responding to your “Hey.” that came a day later two days after that. He’s screaming into his pillow and pacing his grandma’am’s gardens, glaring at the staff pruning the shrubs. Coryo would rather die than admit defeat though, so he hardens his resolve. You’ll break eventually. You on the other hand are living normally, slurping ramen and working on essays. You’ve learned not get your hopes up over a pipe dream, the idea that someone like him would genuinely care about you being so laughable that you get over it rather quickly. You may be from different economic classes, but a man’s attention is never a necessity. That an he’s far from the only trust fund kid in the world.

A week later, your phone goes off in the middle of the night. You step out of the shower and dry yourself off, walking over to your bed and picking it up. To your surprise, the notification from Coriolanus isn’t another dry message, it’s several videos. They all look dark and fuzzy, ranging from 30 seconds to 10 minutes. In some of the thumbnails you can see flashes of bare skin. You click on the first one and are immediately faces with Coriolanus Snow’s sweaty abs.

You’re frozen as he eventually splatters jizz all over them, the camera work is shaky and the flash exposes too much for your liking. You can see his abdominal muscles twitch in the aftermath of his orgasm. He drags his fingers through his own cum and smears it over the camera, giving you a pov of what it’d be like to have your face covered in it.

Your phone chimes again.

Stalker: turn the sound on for the rest ;) see u at the car wash next friday, babe ❤️

You block him (after you save the videos and check the charge on your vibrator).

#what an apt contact name for him 🤐 #modern!coriolanus snow #coriolanus snow x you #coriolanus snow smut #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus x you #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus smut #coryo snow #coryo snow x you #coryo snow x reader #⚰️.deaddove #coryo snow smut #coryo x you #coryo x reader #coryo smut #tbosas #tbosas x you #tbosas x reader #the hunger games #the hunger games x you #the hunger games x reader #coriolanus snow fic #coriolanus snow fanfiction #yandere smut #dark fic #tom blyth #college au #male yandere smut #tw toxic behavior

[probablygayattorneys]

I'm breaking my no self-promotion rule (okay, not a rule, just more a pattern) once again to share that over on my Ao3 account, I have written a story just for this holiday season, and once again my incredible friend ziegfried_jpg of Twitter drew some PHENOMENAL art for, so if you have some downtime this holiday season and would like somewhere to set your bags down and get the color back into your cheeks and rest awhile, please enjoy Miles Edgeworth being supernaturally terrorized into being a better person!

#phoenix wright: ace attorney #turnabout goodbyes #miles edgeworth #gregory edgeworth #robert hammond #fanfiction #archive of our own #a christmas carol #wrightworth #well at least implied wrightworth #but yeah i've been working on this one literally all year #and today is the 180th anniversary of charles dickens publishing the original #so it seemed an apt time to post it!

[theclod3215]

I don’t usually write or even post what I write, and I’m more likely to leave a fic alone for years but!! I decided I would post my fic here nonetheless

Summary:

Mélie meant it to be a quick grab and go job.

She swears.

It's not her fault that the way too hot daughter of the resident lord found her stealing and decided to help her. And it's definitely not her fault that said way too hot daughter asked her to come back. Though perhaps it is her fault that she did go back. ...multiple times.

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: A Plague Tale (Video Games) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Mélie/Amicia de Rune, Arthur & Mélie (A Plague Tale), Amicia de Rune & Hugo de Rune Characters: Mélie (A Plague Tale), Amicia de Rune, Arthur (A Plague Tale), Hugo de Rune, Robert de Rune, Béatrice de Rune, Laurentius (A Plague Tale) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, alternate universe - no rats, Useless Lesbians, POV Third Person

#a plague tale #apt #thief of my heart (and my valuables) #amicia x melie #amicia de rune #a plague tale amicia #melie #a plague tale melie #fanfiction #lesbian #wlw ships #my writing #my art #kinda sorta #ao3 #ao3 link #a03 fanfic #fanfic #lgbtqia #WLW

[lyliumwrites]

Memento Vivere

A Plague Tale Fanfiction ― [ Chapter 1 of ? ] Relationship: Lucas|Amicia / Rating: M / Word Count: 4,779

For a moment, they just stood there, lost for words, looking at each other as though their hearts were still grieving. But the sun shone brightly through the puffy clouds still, slanting along the vast fields of prospering wildflowers gently dancing in the summer waves that embraced the two reunited friends with warmth.

READ ON AO3

#ready for more angst? yeah me neither but here we are #a new adventure awaits #let's go #lumicia #amicia de rune #lucas the apprentice #lucas a plague tale #a plague tale #a plague tale requiem #lucas x amicia #amicia x lucas #fanfiction #my writing #apt fic #a plague tale fanfic

[loryn-art]

Very first try for an older Amicia, and how she could look like in my main fanfiction “Ascendance” which happen 6 years after the end of Requiem. Her hair grew long again, but beside the fact she’s a bit taller I don’t think there’s much changes about her physical appearance. The main difference is in her backstory, as this fanfict follows the “secret ending” plot.

Also, she plays Luth.

#a plague tale #amicia #apt fanfictions #she also uses a short sword now but still has her slingshot

[chicago-geniza]

Someone on ao3 has been writing REAMS of crossover fanfiction about Donna Tartt's THE GOLDFINCH and Stephen King's IT. I want to walk around inside their mind

#I truly believe that fanfiction is a frontier of innovative creativity #And 'transformative works' is an apt description #donna tag

[keicordelle]

The Daily Inconveniences of an Au Ra: Callousness

For those we have lost. For those we can yet save. If the Scions had an unofficial creed, that was it. Murmured like a prayer before every battle and whispered over silent stones marking those they had failed. A pledge - to do better; to save everyone; to let no soul, no matter how troubled, slip through their grasp.

An empty vow devoid of meaning, Keshet thought. They couldn't save everyone, and he didn't particularly care to try. He didn’t fight to save cities and nations, he fought to kill whatever threat laid itself in his path. That they were generally villainous and their deaths saved countless other lives was, in truth, a happy coincidence. One he was perfectly content with, but helping people wasn't really his goal. He never set out to be anyone's savior.

When the public looked upon Keshet, they saw the face of a hero. A kind man who sacrificed himself time and time again to protect the vulnerable from harm, and who would do everything in his power to ensure their safety. They did not see the man behind the title. They didn't see the bloodthirsty warrior who threw himself into fight after fight just to prove his strength. They didn't see the feral gleam in his eye when an even greater foe rose to challenge him. And they certainly didn't see his willingness to let others die if he deemed situation called for it. Acceptable losses.

That was the way of the Dotharl. They weren't kind, and they weren't anyone's heroes. They killed others indiscriminately, for no reason other than to sate the bloodlust that surged through their veins. Keshet was pretty sure no one he'd met since leaving the Steppe understood that. Not the enemies he fought, not the people he inadvertently saved, and certainly not his fellow Scions.

He knew enough by now to know that his companions would recoil if they learned just how callous he truly was. He'd seen the despair on their faces as helpless strangers fell beneath their enemies’ blades - people they had no connection to, no reason to protect besides the unadulterated goodness that swelled in their souls. A quality that burned bright in each and every one of them - a quality that Keshet seemed to lack entirely.

But when it came down to it, Keshet couldn't help but see his callousness as something of a blessing, both for himself and for the Scions. It meant that when the tides turned against them, Keshet was not afraid to make the call to sacrifice the few to save the many. He could do what needed to be done, and the others could let him bear the burden of guilt. It didn't weigh so heavily on his shoulders anyway. Sometimes death was a mercy, and sometimes it was just bad luck, but it was always, always inevitable - especially when he was at its helm.

It also meant he was not afraid in the slightest to sacrifice every person on this star if it meant saving the people he cared about.  Though maybe that wasn't the best quality in a hero. If only the people who looked up to him knew the truth behind their Warrior of Light, they'd know that in truth, he could be the biggest villain they'd ever face. 

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Read the rest of the series on Ao3!

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#ffxiv #au ra #wol #I was worried I was painting Keshet as too much of a villain in this one #but it went over better than I expected #for all that he's the 'hero' keshet is... not the nicest guy #he's a dotharl through and through #and callous is definitely an apt descriptor for him #ffxiv fanfiction #my writing #daily inconveniences #keshet dotharl #~k

[myplasticadversary]

Thoughts on girl Greg? With both female and male Tom? Idk she reminds me of Kerry

I don't have thoughts on Greg sorry

#if greg was a girl she'd be a classic quirky fanfiction self-insert #so yeah the kerry comparison seems apt #succ gender fun #succession

[mejomonster]

Well, I wrote 9k words today! And with that I am bringing up that I finally put up my Weilan Guardian Post Canon Fix It Romantic Fluff fic where Shen Wei and Ye Zun reincarnate, Zhao Yunlan’s become an immortal, Shen Wei becomes a professor and colleague of Zhao Yunlan, and Ye Zun starts orchestrating increasingly desperate meet-cutes in an attempt to help his brother’s love life! Along the way, Da Qing thinks Ye Zun is trying to hurt Zhao Yunlan and interferes creating his own unintended meet-cutes, and accidentally dragging Ye Zun into the mystery that is Zhao Yunlan’s full identity and the twin’s connection to it.

Here is the link to the fic Next Life on ao3.

#weilan #guardian #writing #fanfiction #shen wei #zhao yunlan #ye zun #da qing #fanfic #ye zun x da qing #also an fyi this will be gratuitious meetcutes #and my usual dollop of angst and mystery and heartfelt intense cyclical romance #but mostly romantic comedy fluff! which is gonna be fun i think! #im taking meet-cute suggestions and romance trope suggestions because im gonna add AS MUCH AS I CAN to this bad boy! #also! please feel free to reblog! and to comment on ao3! idk if anyones gonna be interested in this but yeah #if i know someones reading i may be apt to write more often #i got a draft of notes tho so this does have a layout plan i'll be roughly following #so i can churn out another 10k probably easy ToT

[renegade--soul498]

Summary: Seven years after Marseille, Hugo de Rune's death did not stop the Macula to keep its course and find the next Carrier. The former Protector will come back to guide her successor, to fulfill her role, and redeem herself on this task that found her on her new life. The past never dies...

It's an absolute pleasure to work with @commander-shad for this project! I hope you all like it. We couldn't let go of our favorite amazon so Shad pitched an idea and then next thing we know, we're doing this. If you're up, be aware that you're in for accidental child acquisition, angst (because is it really a plague tale without it?), Amicia being a big sister again (but trying and failing to deny it), original characters and their chaos, Sophia being a mom, Lucas being the only one with the braincell (at times)... Yeah, it's gonna be a whole journey my dudes.

The most ambitious collab ever but we'll see it through because two procrastinators are better than one... Wait, no–

Heh, kudos, comments, sharing with your friends, maybe giving ideas are always welcome!

#a plague tale #a plague tale requiem #a plague tale: requiem #aptrequiem #apt requiem #aptr #amicia de rune #a plague tale fic #a plague tale fanfic #original character #fanfic writing #fanfic #fanfiction #fic writing #apt fanfiction

[khfankeri]

Rising Like a Phoenix (Chapter 15 of a Bond Greater Than Family updated)

Revenge is an act of passion; vengeance of justice. Injuries are revenged; crimes are avenged. -Samuel Johnson

Rated: Mature

Pairing: Amicia de Rune/Lucas the Apprentice (aka Lucas de Rune of course...)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43754575/chapters/114037063

#lumicia #amicia de rune #lucas the apprentice #amicia x lucas #lucas x amicia #a plague tale requiem #a plague tale #a plague tale: requiem #a plague tale lucas #Sophia a plague tale #apt Melie #melie apt #fanfiction #fanfic #ao3 link #read on ao3 #amwriting #video games #post canon #aged up

[raesploveart]

Very excited to be working with Amy (waddled on Twitter and A03) as she adapts Apartment 305 into a book. Be prepared to see a lot of these two.

#percy jackson #fanfiction #apt 305 #art #my art

[lordansketil]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Shadows of the Apt - Adrian Tchaikovsky Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Cheerwell Maker/Thalric Characters: Thalric (Shadows of the Apt), Cheerwell Maker, Messel (Shadows of the Apt), Eujen Leadswell (Shadows of the Apt), Varsec (Shadows of the Apt), Merva (Shadows of the Apt), Straessa (Shadows of the Apt), Amalthae (Shadows of the Apt) Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Politics Summary:

When Che and Thalric return to Collegium, the last thing they expected was to be drawn, once again, into the lethal games of Wasp politics. While various dignitaries gather to celebrate the newfound peace between nations, cracks begin to appear in the fragile post-war accords and Thalric - once again - has to choose between Cheerwell Maker and his duty. (Set in the immediate aftermath of 'The Seal of the Worm')

#shadows of the apt #adrian tchaikovsky #cheerwell maker #thalric #fanfiction #my writing

[lyliumwrites]

This is kind of a prompt based on his beautiful drawing by loryn-art. I couldn't help it, it radiates so much fluff and happiness that I had to write about the scene!! I hope you don't mind @loryn-art <3

Flower Boy ( Hugo & Lucas & Amicia )

The sudden warm breeze that flew by was playing with the plucked flowers in Hugo’s hand, nearly causing them to fly off. He reflexively pressed them to his chest, but his eyes were torn open upon realizing he crushed them while doing so. Disappointment adorned his soft features when he saw the delicate petals resting loosely on his palms now. As sad as it was to him, they were of no use anymore, though it did not discourage him—he would make the flower crown nonetheless! Hugo let the petals drop to the lush ground, watching how they mingled so well with the prospering flowers under his very nose. His smile was returning in no time.

When he let his gaze roam about, he realized that Lucas was still reading under the tree not too far from him. Hugo wondered what could be so fascinating about the book he had been carrying with him all day. Was he studying again, on such a bright day, even though they all could use the break to have fun? He did not want to disturb him, though something in him excited his curiosity.

Hugo jogged towards Lucas then, with a mood so cheerful that it could have been contagious. He could not wait to tell him about the surprise he was planning for Amicia. Perhaps Lucas would even help him? All these uplifting thoughts distracted him—they almost made him trip up on a branch on the way. There was no lending hand that could pick him up, and even though he was shocked for a mere second, he had to chuckle at his own lack of attention. He could already hear his sister’s caring words in his head that told him to be more careful next time.

The wide smile spread across his face faltered, not because his joy was gone, but rather upon his own surprise that swept over him upon the sight in front of him. Lucas was not reading. He appeared to doze under the calm tree, embraced by the warm shadows. Oh, he should let him rest. He could share his ideas with him later still; they were not worth waking him. Like all of them, Lucas must be rather exhausted from the long journey.

Hugo smiled gently at his dear friend before his attention wandered to the wildflowers blossoming beside him. He plucked a daisy and carefully placed it upon the green fabric covering Lucas’ shoulder. Hugo could not stop smiling. He found himself captivated by the flowery touch. Another daisy was plucked to grace Lucas’ cloak, but it did not stop there. A yellow wildflower was tucked in his soft hair as well.

Out of the corner of his eyes, Hugo saw how his sister was approaching them. Hugo pressed his finger on his lips in an instant, a gesture that was more than clear to Amicia. Then, he beckoned her over, offering a flower.

“What are you doing?” Amicia inquired quietly while accepting the flower. Hugo may have been playful, but the sight was so tranquil that she could not help but feel relaxed once in a while. Her gentle smile spoke volumes. It was rare to see him so carefree.

Hugo’s focus did not break despite the question. He was still quite concentrated to place more flowers into Lucas’ hair. “He’ll be a flower boy!” He tried to whisper, though the excitement was hard to swallow. “It’s pretty, don’t you think?”

“It truly is,” Amicia returned in a whisper, her hand reaching out to put the offered flower in Lucas’ hair. There were so many, and yet more followed little by little, until a blossom landed on his resting face. Amicia tried to remove it, though something must have disturbed Lucas’ peace.

His eyes slowly opened.

Hugo dropped everything. “Oh no, Amicia!” he complained playfully before he stood and grabbed at his sister’s hand. “Quick! Lucas the Perfidious is waking up!”

The siblings were unable to contain a peel of laughter as they ran off, the airy merriment a tremendous boon for the apprentice. It all happened so quickly that Lucas had no idea what was happening. Flowers then fell off his cloak when he moved, his expression adorned with surprise as he caught a few of them with his hands. Oh, these two! A small chuckle escaped him, and a smile brighter than the sun danced across his lips when he watched them run away so blithely.

For a moment, Lucas wished those happy times could last forever.

#I've said it before and I'll say it again #these kids kill me #just something small to soothe the soul #lucas the apprentice #hugo de rune #amicia de rune #a plague tale #a plague tale requiem #apt #apt fic #plague tale #fanfiction #my writing

[loryn-art]

His eyes slowly opened,

Revealing the massive beams of the ceiling, and the daylight crossing the small window of the bedroom.

The smell of the old cabin filled his nostrils with the scent of freshly cut wood and ashes. Stuck under his chin, a thick blanket was the evidence of a way too long sleep, leaving a mark when he moved his face away from the mattress.

A buzzing noise suddenly spread in his ears as he tried to lift his head, followed by the weird sensation of someone pressing his temples so hard he instantly fell on his pillow again, watching the walls slowly dancing around him.

He winced when the pressure turned into a pain, piercing his forehead to the back of his neck.

God he knew he would regret this…

Lucas closed his eyes, trying to chase the loud waves in his head, crashing like an ocean of heavy stones. Only a few blurry fragments of the last night came back to him. Like torn pages of a burned book, only written in an unknown language, and with reversed letters.

He suddenly wondered when he went into that bed.

The only double bed of the house was a big feather and cotton stuffed mattress, surrounded by blankets and duvets, enough for winter; at least if the fire in the central room was regularly rekindled.

He tried to ignore his headache and focused on the sounds coming from the room aside. He could ear a soft burning fire, crackling peacefully.

It could only be her.  

After a few minutes Lucas finally attempted to sat on the bed, the noise of the fabrics around him betraying his awakening. He couldn’t prevent to cough anyway, his throat dry and painful.

Rain. Cold rain.

He felt a swelling sensation on his neck and checked the point just below his jaw, pressing his fingers lightly. A chill spread down his back, as he noticed he was only wearing his cotton braies.

“Atchoo !”

The sneeze that crossed him seemed to end its way right in the dormant pain in his head, making the waves swirl again. Like rocks trying to break out of his skull. Bending lightly over the edge of the bed, Lucas also wondered if his stomach wasn’t filled with stones too…

The noise of a light walk reached his ears.

“Someone caught a cold…”

#a plague tale #lucas x amicia #amicia de rune #lucas the apprentice #lumicia #APT fanfictions #post requiem #from shy to OH WELL #I'm not done with them #thanks for this amazing fandom