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vamp-doll-diva · 1 year

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The True Saviors - a Walking Dead fanfiction

Title: The True Saviors

Author: vamp_doll/vamp_doll_diva

Characters/Pairings: Negan/OC, Kwon Jiyong (G-Dragon) , Kang Daesung (Daesung/D-Lite), Dong Youngbae (Taeyang/Sol) , Choi Seunghyun (TOP), Simon, Dwight, Regina, Gavin, Laura, Eugene Porter

Rating: M

Category: Romance/Fantasy?/Supernatural?

AU: Negan was infamous. Skylar was a witch. The world was post apocalyptic and only the strong, rich, and/or powerful survived. Skylar was trying to create a magical weapon. She didn’t know how much she needed Negan until the day they met. Negan gave her power and confidence. And she brought out his softer side. Negan’s group called themselves the Saviors, oh how wrong they were…

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absentcaryatid · 2 years

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The Day You Met T.O.P

A BIGBANG fanfic by AbsentCaryatid

Your birthday surprise tangentially related to a favorite K-pop group turns out far better than your brother ever could have planned.

1.4K words, Content note: gender neutral reader, no romance

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Your brother would get credit for the idea to join him for a week as he summered in Tarquinia, Italy for his doctoral research. The cost however, was borne by your parents, grandparents, aunts, and uncles who had saved together to very generously pay your way in honor of such a milestone birthday. The trip of a lifetime had already been a dream come true with your knowledgeable host and guide. So far, you had enjoyed sightseeing together in the historic small town but for your birthday itself your brother had a far more recently built attraction in mind. It was a short drive through the beautiful tree-lined countryside before he pulled up at Piani degli Alpaca.

“This name is familiar.”

He grinned, “It will come to you. You know how I always have promised you'd see BIGBANG one day? I'll do what I can to get us tickets when they start touring again but for now this is the closest I could get.”

By your face it was easy to tell when you figured what that meant. Breaking into laughter you marveled, “This is that alpaca farm Choi Seunghyun has as his only Instagram follow!” The eccentric eldest member of BIGBANG was your favorite and you enjoyed the variety of content he shared with fans including plenty of visual arts and artists. Popular as he was, the only account T.O.P followed was this very business and you were ecstatic to be there. “So, can I meet the alpaca they named after him?”

“Well,” he hedged looking at the signboard, “we got here on the late side just after noon and they close for midday. We might have to come back later when they reopen at 3 PM.” He parked the rental car, then as you both got out noticed the portable signboard announcing a special booking that afternoon. He cussed under his breath at the unexpected news. Not that you could read Italian, but with enough English speaking tourists the bilingual message was understandable to you as well.

Given the circumstances, it was fortunate your brother knew 14th century Italian as a side effect of being a classical literature major specializing in Dante and Boccaccio. His present-day Italian was coming along but not quite fast enough. The staff member collecting entrance fees did not speak your language but with a lot of patience and good humor on both sides your sibling successfully begged to quickly pop in to get you to see T.O.P the alpaca. After all, you would be leaving the country tomorrow and this was his only chance to get you in. That particular animal had not come up in his literature studies but from the signs around the farm it was easy to guess the word was the same in Italian as English.

The ticket agent had taken pity on you both after a bit of work to understand his far out of date speech. It had been your good idea to show off your ID card which was a deciding factor. The great distance you had journeyed, and that it really was your birthday today, earned an agreement to sneak you in quickly. Drawing the shade over the window to close for the day, she left the booth and escorted you straight to TOP's enclosure. The grounds had already cleared out of other tourists as far as you could see, so the next thing that happened came as a surprise in several ways.

Aiming your phone, your brother was about to take a picture when a deep voice offered assistance so you could be in the photo with the alpaca together. Handing the device over without looking, but plenty of grateful thanks, he headed toward TOP the alpaca. Wondering if you had been bitten, your brother was concerned by the shocked look on your face as he approached the pen. Once at your side, a glance back to the flamboyantly dressed man now holding your phone gave an answer. If he was not Choi Seunghyun himself he was a perfect twin and just as stunning.

Laughing, T.O.P, for that was indeed who it was, reminded the two of you to smile. While he would not pose with you for a picture because that would be something every fan would then ask for on sight, you did discover a selfie taken before the alpaca one and it was a treasured gift. You figured T.O.P had trusted you to keep it to yourself so did not publish the photo online. Having it as yours alone to remember that moment and what came afterward made it more special anyway.

Despite his fame and work to attend to, the idol made some conversation and asked you not to disclose his presence. It turned out the afternoon booking for the farm was held by non-alpaca T.O.P to shoot some final scenes for a music video to be released soon. That was impressive enough, but for three more men to come into view greeting Seunghyun in Korean made your heart nearly stop. The rest of BIGBANG was on location too, despite it being T.O.P's solo comeback. You suspected the namesake alpaca was not to be the only cameo in the video. In what was an international gesture for silence, Seunghyun put a finger to his lips as you and your brother nodded. Eventually it would make the news sites that all the men from the group were in Italy at the same time but it would not be coming from either of you.

Taking out his own phone Seunghyun asked you to return the favor and take a group picture for him. Taeyang's wedding ring flashed in the bright Italian midday sun as he slung an arm around his teammate's shoulder. Daesung closed in on Seunghyun's other side and G-Dragon completed the group with a hand curved at Daesung's waist which the other then comfortably mirrored. Their smiles were brilliant and you realized you would never get over the opportunity you had been given today. The alpaca handlers nearby seemed nonchalant so probably were not yet fans of the global idols before them. It was probably for the best not to have the video interrupted by fannish devotion from the farm staff.

You nearly fainted when each of the members shook your hand in thanks before waving goodbye. It was not like you to swoon but these guys were special to you in a way no other performers matched. Jiyong even complimented you on the vibrant watercolor style tattoo he spotted on your forearm. In so many ways, this was the best day of your life. Your brother was never going to let you live the magnitude of this birthday present down, even if what had made it such a standout had been completely out of his control. Really all he could claim credit for was the journey to Italy for a vacation, which was pretty impressive, and getting you to the alpaca breeders at closing time with almost no chance of getting in to meet the animal named after T.O.P.

Several weeks later your brother called you far too early in the morning excitedly asking if you had seen the new music video yet. He was understanding when your response was only a gasp, then hanging up on him to instantly. Autoplay kicked in as you searched T.O.P's channel for the latest content and you enlarged the window with anticipation. The farm only played a small part in the settings depicted but there were a few humorous scenes of the rest of BIGBANG doing things with TOP the alpaca as if he was their group mate instead. What really got you though came after the end credits scene with bloopers and the men goofing off. Seunghyun's solo comeback closed on a still photo, the very one you had taken, and the handwritten caption “friends forever.”

You were ready to die with happiness on the spot and fell back onto your pillow. Immediately calling your brother back he shared another bit of news. “Did you see the credits?”

“It went by so fast, and I was focused on the guys, of course,” you gushed while getting out of bed.

The smirk in his voice was audible. “Look again when you have the chance. While you were shaking hands Seunghyun asked me for your name.”

Sinking onto the mattress again before your legs gave out, you went back to YouTube and slowed down the scroll of names at the end. There you were, listed as “Photo credit” right before “Special thanks to TOP and all the other residents and staff at Piani degli Alpaca.”

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the-dendrophile-bookdragon · 2 months

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Under the Cherry Tree

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader

Warning: fluff, angst, mention of murder and death

Summary: A tree that once held happy memories, now was the cause of all his pain.

Aemond walked through the gardens at a slow pace. His mind was racing faster than the mice he was scaring with his steps. The war was raging, swallowing the guilty and the innocent.

His gaze cast down to the ground as he went on ignoring his surroundings. This walk was not for pleasure he told himself. To an outsider, it seemed like he was aimlessly walking around the gardens. Stomping through the blooming outdoors like Vhagar when she was creating a space to sleep. He needed to reflect on his actions from the past months. How his actions had affected his family.

He stopped in his tracks as he saw the pink petals of a cherry tree crushed underneath his boots. He looked up and came face to face with his dear wife’s favourite tree.

For the first time he had been outside in the fresh air, he looked up at the sky. His vision was filled with pink blossoms. Delicate yet so powerful in fragrance. His racing mind came to a screeching halt. All of a sudden it was empty. No guilt, no rage, no fear. It was filled with nothing but nostalgia.

This tree was the symbol of love, their love. His wife used to sit under the tree’s roots. Looking up into the crown, watching bees and birds swarm around it. Often humming to herself, or maybe humming with the birds and insects.

Aemond used to watch her. Sitting on a stone bench far enough and out of her sight so she couldn’t see him, yet close enough so he could watch her. They hadn’t been betrothed long at the time; their unbreakable bond had not yet formed.

She was the one who approached him one day. Inviting him to sit with her under the cherry tree. Softly taking his hand and leading him over to it. Telling him to sit on the ground, in the dirt, next to her. He didn’t hesitate. He didn’t care if his clothes would get dirty. He wanted to be next to her. He wanted to feel the warmth he had longed for so long.

He had listened to her as she spoke about the different insects and birds making their home inside the tree. He recalled her warm smile spread across her delicate lips as she fondly spoke about the soft fragrance of the blossoms. How fond she was of it.

As a wedding gift, he had made it his mission to present her with the finest bottle of cherry blossom perfume. His wife had smiled so brightly as she saw it on her vanity. She had never worn a different perfume ever since. Always his. She once told Aemond, he had gifted her the scent of spring. He had laughed at her words, telling her he would bring her any season she desired.

Aemond was brought out of his thoughts by a single raindrop. Gone were the warm memories. His mind began to race again. His eyes hardened with every thought of betrayal and hatred. Slowly he unsheathed his sword. The steal glinting in the sun, reflecting the beauty of the pink blossoms.

With a roar, he drove his sword into the trunk of the tree. Over and over with brutal force until the mighty cherry tree gave way with a sick crack. It fell over to the cold stone ground. The petals of the fallen tree swaying in the stormy breeze.

Aemond let go of his sword and sank to the floor in shock at his actions. He gathered some petals from the floor and brought them to his nose. Tears gathered in his eyes as he smelled his dear wife’s scent.

How could he have betrayed her and their marriage? How had he neglected to protect her?

He could still see her body lying on their bed. She looked so beautiful lying on top of their bedding. He thought she was sleeping when he found her. He could feel the coldness of her beautiful skin.

He looked at the cut-down tree. His tears fell stronger as he realised he had dishonoured his wife again. He was a disappointment to her in life as in death. Cutting down her memory like it meant nothing to him.

His forehead rested against the trunk as he cried out. His pain was too much to bear. He needed to release it. It felt too painful to be left inside of him. He had to let it out.

He had killed the witch for what she had done to his dear wife. Bewitched him into sin, trying to lure him into her arms. He cried out again. Cursing the witch for destroying the only good thing in his life. She had looked so shocked as he drove his sword into her stomach. How he had cursed her and told her he did not care if she was a child. That she would feel the same pain he felt as he found his wife in their chamber. Poisoned by a cousin of her favourite tree. He should have known that a Strong bastard would destroy him eventually.

Aemond sat on the floor. The rain was pouring down on him. He did not care. He imagined his wife leaning over him, crying down on him as he sat before her dying tree.

If the opportunity came up, he would welcome death like a friend and ask the Stranger to let him see his beloved wife one last time before he fell into the pits of hell.

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targaryenrealnessdarling · 6 months

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Pearl of The Realm | Sneak Peek

Story Warnings: arranged marriage, canon-typical sexism, smut, 18+, loss of virginity, oral sex (f receiving), fingering

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x wife!reader

A/N: This story has some wonderful art done by @aegonx which will be available to view alongside the full fic when HOTD Big Bang is in full swing 😙 in the meantime, enjoy the teaser!

He knew that he would eventually have to marry someone, but it did little to take the sting away from it. Often, while his mother talked at him, he looked down at his boots, shifting his weight from his right, to his left, and to his right, again, batting little thoughts in his head. What his mother didn’t know is what those ladies at court said about him while they supposed his back was turned. That he was of a violent disposition with a quarrelsome temper, one wrong movement or something as simple as a word spoken out of turn and he would dare not speak to the person in question for however long he deemed fit. That women thought of him as incapable of feeling something as beautiful as love, or even affection, given the sullen look he always wore, with barely-contained anger lurking beneath and an unexpressed pride in his position. Aemond would never show that such words would have any effect on him with earnest. Sometimes it is better to not say anything at all, he concluded. This method had so often proven successful, it seemed little use to him to stray from it now. He merely hoped that this woman his mother spoke of with such respect, was not one of the ladies at court.

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eldritch-thrumming · 5 months

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September 1986

It’s a Saturday when they finally make it up to Bloomington. Steve had to bribe Robin into taking his afternoon shift by promising he’d take three of her Monday mornings in a row. It sucked, but looking over at Eddie in his passenger’s seat, hair whipping around him as he head bangs to whatever music he’s got playing on Steve’s car radio, he thinks it’s probably worth it.

It takes them an hour to get there and once they reach the city limits, Steve has to turn down the music so Eddie can direct him to the store he’s been coming to for the last ten years.

“Used to come here as a kid, when I first moved in with Wayne,” Eddie tells him as he gestures for Steve to make a left at the light. “The guy who owns the place—Greg—is an old friend from, like, World War II or whatever. You know, that homoerotic male bonding trauma shit.” Eddie nudges Steve with his elbow, winking when Steve looks over. “Wayne’s the one who taught me to play, did I tell you that?” Steve shakes his head. “Well, he thought it’d be a good way to get out all that energy, I guess.” Eddie grins. “Greg used to give me these tapes of the local music scene, stuff he’d been able to record at live shows or people renting out his booth in the back. There was some fucking awesome stuff in there, some of the bands have even made it pretty big. Oh, take a right here and then another right at the stop sign.” Steve sees it before Eddie points it out, a big red guitar on the sign. “That parking lot there, Stevie.” Eddie makes a big show of pointing, practically leaning out of the passenger’s side window like a dog, as if Steve needs the help at all.

Steve pulls into a spot right in front of the store and puts the car in park. Eddie practically leaps from his seat, slamming the door behind him and bounding up to the double glass doors, not even waiting for Steve to climb out of the car himself before he’s pulling the door open and rushing inside. Steve just rolls his eyes, locking the car doors before he follows.

The place is exactly what Steve expected. A little bell twinkles overhead as he passes through the entrance. It’s a little dimly lit, due to the way the storefront is arranged, but Steve can clearly see the rows of guitars hanging from the walls, the bins of sheet music underneath. There are other instruments, too, a couple of upright pianos near the counter in the back, some electric keyboards, a whole section of violins. He can’t help but think about how Robin would love this place and makes a mental note to suggest they all come up here together sometime. Steve follows Eddie’s voice to the glass counter where the register sits, harmonicas lined up on shelves lined in velvet in the case below it.

“—my friend Steve,” Eddie’s saying, gesturing towards Steve as Steve comes to stand beside him. Steve looks up at the man he assumes is Greg. He’s older, maybe a little older than Wayne even, laugh lines around his mouth and an easy smile on his lips. He’s got a long grey ponytail to match his long grey beard. A green flannel hangs off his skinny frame. Eddie smiles at Steve, his hand brushing along Steve’s bicep as he turns to introduce him. “Steve, this is Greg.”

“Hey, Steve,” Greg reaches his hand out for a shake and Steve takes it. Greg’s hand is warm and dry, eyes sparkling, friendly. Steve feels safe here. “Eddie says he’s teaching you to play guitar. Not sure how much you’re gonna learn from ol’ butterfingers here.” He points his thumb at Eddie.

“Hey!” Eddie yells in mock offense.

Greg laughs. “When Eddie was first learning, he’d try to snack and play at the same time. Always the same thing, those Bugles, you know?” He holds his hands up in front of him, wiggling his fingertips. Steve nods, grinning. “Hands full of grease, couldn’t get a grip on anything.”

Steve’s grin widens when Eddie rolls his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, okay, old man.” He lifts himself from where he’d been leaning on the counter, tapping is own fingertips along the glass. “How about you make yourself useful and do your job? Steve’s looking for a new guitar.”

“Awesome, man, first one?” Greg asks Steve.

“Uh, yeah, I’ve been borrowing a friend’s, but I’d like to get one of my own.” Steve runs a hand through his hair. “Nothing too fancy, I don’t know much about anything really.”

Greg grins again. “A real newbie, I love that.” He walks across to the front left corner of the store. “Obviously you want an acoustic, easier to learn on, especially if this dumbass is the one teaching you.” Eddie lets out a sound of offense. “These are your best bet. No bells and whistles, nothing fancy. You can get fancier once you know more.” Greg turns toward Steve. “Wanna try some out?”

Steve nods and Greg slides a stool over, gesturing for Steve to sit. He pulls the first guitar off its hook and hands it to Steve. Steve strums a few chords.

“How’s it feel?” Greg asks.

“It’s good,” Steve says hesitantly.

“Good but not great, right?” Steve nods. “Yeah, I could tell. That’s okay. You’ll know when you feel it.” Greg takes the guitar back from Steve, handing him a new one.

After about four or five rounds, Greg pulls the last one off the wall. It looks a little like Robin’s, but the wood’s a little darker, almost red, and the finish is a little shinier. Steve’s fingertips are buzzing when he takes it from Greg and feels the smooth strings under his fingers.

“That’s it, right?” Greg asks, smiling.

“Yeah,” Steve breathes out. “This is it.” He returns Greg’s smile.

Eddie meets them back up at the counter, wandering over from where he’d been sifting through the sheet music.

“Find one?” Eddie nods toward the case on the counter.

“Found a real good one,” Greg tells him, snapping the lid of the case open to show him.

Eddie grins, dimples on full display. “Wow, Stevie.” Eddie looks over at Steve, face soft. “Looks great. Very metal.”

Steve’s not entirely sure why that makes him blush.

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medusapelagia · 3 months

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Separate Ways - NSFW -Ch 1/22

Here we are... after 9 months my baby is finally here! This is my fic for the @bigbangharringrove! A huge thanks to my incredible artist @lemonhitsu (without whom I would have probably dropped out ages ago and who made this beautiful moodboard) and thank you so much to @bottombillyapologist for being my beta!

Summary: Steve Harrington is a famous model whose live depends on his manager and (more or less) lover, Tommy Hagan. After a bar fight, he meets Officer William Hargrove, recently transferred to the NY Police Department and with a deep personal experience with a violent environment, who can clearly see the signs of domestic violence in Steve's relationship with Tommy. Determined to help the pretty boy escape from his abusive relationship, Billy gets closer and closer to Steve.

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Steve Harrington is the most booked runway model in the world. His face and his body are everywhere. On billboards, on magazine covers, and plastered over ads at bus stops. Steven Joseph Harrington, twenty-fourth years old, is the richest model in the world. And he is about to celebrate his achievement with Tommy: Tommy Hagan, his high school friend, was the one that pushed him to pursue a modeling career and now, somehow, he owns his life. He is the one that chooses which campaign Steve is going to do a photo shoot for or which fashion show is worthy of his presence. He is the one that chooses every single thing that Steve eats. He books trainers for him when they travel abroad. Paris, Milan, London, New York— he doesn’t have to worry about anything. Tommy books the flight— always business class— and the hotels, always luxury suites. All Steve has to do is show up and let Tommy take care of him. It’s not bad, it's just... sometimes Steve would like to do something different from walking on the runways or training in the gym. He used to play basketball, but Tommy completely prohibited him from contact sports: they can't risk someone elbowing him in the face before a fashion show. He’s not wrong. But Steve loved team sports. He had a lot of friends, but now he feels like he has no friends left. But he still has Tommy. And Tommy would never leave him.

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appledaggerst · 6 months

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Of Space and Time

A steddie AU based in the future. A time where the line between technology and reality is almost too thin.

Part of the Steddie Bigbang 2023

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nietozz · 5 months

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Steve Harrington's Ren Faire Adventures

By Emotionalking13 @shadybullfrog, illustrated by nietozz_ @nietozz

Part of @steddiebang

Summary: After the events of Starcourt, Steve desires a way to get out of his own head. He decides to finally take up Henderson’s idea and go and pick up some of the fantasy books to read. When he starts loving it and going back for more? Well, Henderson doesn’t need to know that. Or, 3 times Steve goes to a Ren Faire alone and the 1 time he goes with his whole family.

Rating: Mature

Trigger warnings: Emotional child abuse, neglect

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Adventure 1: The Shadow of The Past Illustration

Adventure 2: The Black Gate Opens Illustration

Adventure 3: Of Herbs and Stewed Rabbit Illustration

Adventure 4: A Long-Expected Party Illustration

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undreaming-fanfiction · 3 months

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You might have noticed that my BigBang still hasn't been posted, but that doesn't mean I haven't been working on it, just like my wonderful artists @mcdadarts and @m00n-arin have. I would like to give you a small teaser before the posting date on February 15th...

My Steddie Corpse Bride drabble seemed to get people interested in more. I heard you and because of that, I proudly announce that my BigBang fanfiction is...

With This Ring

(an excerpt from the first chapter, very reminescent of the drabble I posted over a year ago)

Steve wandered further and further into the forest, kicking at decayed wood and fallen leaves, his mood sour. “You want vows, I’ll give you some,” he muttered and grasped the wedding ring in his hand so tightly it made an imprint into his skin.

He stomped on a rotten branch, snapping it in half.

“With this hand, I will punch my father’s perfectly shaved face and get arrested, maybe that would postpone the stupid wedding for a day or two.”

His foot slipped on a wet patch of moss and he stomped on it in retribution.

“Your cup will never empty because if you ever marry into my family, alcoholism is the way to go, baby, and wine might not be enough to get through a single dinner with my parents, do you like vodka? You will need vodka.”

Steve’s suit got caught on a thorny bush and he swore, sending a bunch of nearby crows into a complaining match. He could relate.

“With this candle, I will set fire to our marriage certificate and set you free, at least for two days or so before our parents bribe someone to re-issue it on a fireproof paper.”

With that last word, he slipped on moss once again and barely kept his balance, only stopping against a stump of an old oak tree. He remembered spending careless summer afternoons there, in the small clearing with Eddie, laughing and humming tunes that his mind refused to forget. The same ones he still played whenever he could, gripping the memory tight and not letting it go. Eddie might have been gone, but his melodies would stay with Steve forever, no matter how dramatic that sounded.

The old oak tree used to be a place of comfort for him and Steve really needed some comfort. Uncaring whether his suit trousers would survive the damp and overgrown seating, he slumped down and closed his eyes, sighing. It really felt like his life was over before it had even begun.

He finally opened his palm to look at the ring, turning it in his fingers. It looked beautiful in the setting sun, gleaming and reflecting the dying rays of light. Such a small thing. Such a commitment.

“With this ring, I wish someone like you could be mine,” whispered Steve and hung his head down.

He would have been content sitting in the woods much longer, but several things happened that foiled his plan.

First, the birds stopped singing and the woods became eerily quiet.

Second, a strong gust of wind threw several fallen leaves into Steve’s face, obscuring his vision.

And third – a hand grasped Steve’s ankle and started pulling.

Steve yelped and tried to run, get away from that icy touch, but to no avail - the grasp of the hand, yep, definitely a hand, not a root or anything, remained firm, although he distantly noticed some of its joints cracking, as if they were finally getting some movement after a long period of stiffness.

Steve’s escape attempt had him yanked back, spinning around and then everything was a whirl of thick tree crowns, growing shadows and cowing of crows – and then his back hit the forest floor and everything went dark.

When he came to, he immediately wished he’d remained unconscious for just a little longer.

The pressure on his ankle was gone, but only because the hand found something better to do – digging. It started removing the soil around and soon another one joined it, loosening the soil…and disappearing into the ground.

A thud from underneath. The crows were louder and louder, flapping their wings and flying in circles over the clearing.

Another thud, roots cracking, the whole tree stump shaking and tilting back.

And with the third one, the roots snapped and those hands were back, but with them a head of messy dark hair, pale skin covered in mud, sticks and patches of moss, faded black clothes and a chain belt, a belt that Steve knew too well, this had to be his punishment, had to be a sign because he still tried to pretend that he hadn’t known from the second the hand with all those gaudy thick rings touched him, but now he couldn’t pretend any longer, the long fingers pushed back all those dirtied strands of hair and Steve was met with the deep eyes that haunted his dreams, the best and the worst ones. Only in those dreams, the eyes had a spark of life in them, the desire to exist, to fight.

These had none of it. Not anymore.

Crawling away from the horrifying sight, Steve hissed as something in his ankle snapped and with unexpected clarity, he remembered his recent half-baked plan to break his own leg. Finally, something going according to plan, he thought and felt a hysterical urge to laugh.

The figure spat out a mouthful of dirt and wiped his face, throwing his head back and letting out a dry, humorless laugh. His skin had a blue tint but, and Steve couldn’t comprehend why his brain would focus on that instead of the actual reanimated corpse in front of him, was surprisingly well-preserved. It would have been a wonderful Halloween costume and maybe others would have doubted, assumed that it was a prank, a sick joke, but Steve saw the undisturbed moss, the unnatural movements of those once graceful limbs, and knew.

What used to be Eddie leaned down, the clearing quiet except for cracking of joints and Steve’s uneven breathing, and picked up something shiny, something that caught the last ray of the setting sun before shadows enveloped both of them, the living and the dead. It was a ring – the ring that Steve must have dropped right before he fainted.

“Eddie-“ Steve whispered and he wanted to say so much, ask even more, but the words wouldn’t leave his lips. He just stared at his former friend and the ring he was holding.

Eddie’s pale lips spread into a wide smile, his dirtied teeth on display. “That for me, Harrington?” he asked, cocking his head to the side as he examined the ring. His voice was rough, parched. “I expected at least one date first, perhaps a dinner. And the ring isn’t really my style. But,” he sighed with theatricality so familiar that it made Steve’s heart ache, “beggars can’t be choosers. Well then, King Steven the first of the House of Harrington…”

Steve couldn’t speak. He just watched as Eddie slipped the wedding band onto his ring finger.

“I do.”

The full fic will begin posting on 15th of February, unless the world ends. Or something.

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steddie fanfiction #steddie bigbang #corpse bride au

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lya-dustin · 2 months

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A moon like this

Or my take on Alys Rivers and the tragedy of Harrenhal

For the March 11 prompt for @hotd-bigbang

Cw:pyromancy, witchcraft, Alys being bisexual, an explanation for Alys' unsuccessful pregnancies, death, murder basically normal hotd shit

The moon is high in the sky when she opens Harwin's letter at her desk. Despite him being the heir and far too perfect in that irritating way, he was her favorite brother and the only one of their siblings who didn’t look down on her.

He'd chosen her first husband and helped her bury him in the woods when her miscarriage revealed the origin of her visions in the flames, so she kept his nightmares of burning to death at Larys’ hand from coming true.

The Stranger would never take him from her like it took her husband and the children she always wanted as long as he stayed away when she was not home. Alys has almost everything she could ever desire, but there are times when she falls in love with ladies who take her as a companion and a nurse for their children until their husband discovers them. Harwin was fond of jesting that had he taken her to Kingslanding, Princess Rhaenyra may have chosen her over him.

Melody Butterwell is one of those lady loves of hers. Beautiful and sweet and oh so lonely at Whitewalls.

Melody had been in want of a friend to assure her she wouldn’t be a bad mother as hers had been, a trusted wet-nurse to help her raise her little daughter and ,most importantly, a woman who could love her in a way she could never live her oaf of a husband.

Melody treated her like kin despite being Harwin’s maternal cousin, better than Uncle Simon did when father was away at Kingslanding. She lacked for nothing here and if she played her cards right, would marry a knight in the household and finally leave her line of work.

Alys would miss it here, she planned to leave before father returned home and keep the demons of Harrenhal at bay. Unfortunately, Larys had returned before they did with a curious lock of auburn hair.

“I was hoping to surprise you when we arrived yesterday, but by the time I could steal away from the welcoming feast it was too dark to visit you at Whitewalls. Father tells me I should wait longer until my household settles and Larys agrees with him. Save a seat for me at their Sept and give my love to Cousin Melody and her babe.” Alys reads and feels her heart sink at his cheerful words.

She had seen nothing of this return, not in the candle she lit to read the letter, not in the fire of her fireplace and not in the kitchen’s chimney stoves.

The witch knows her brother will never arrive here for mass on the Seventh Day. She can hear his screams and feel him die already even if he has only been home less than a night.

Alys wastes no time in packing anything for the journey and wears her hardiest cloak as she leaves on a stolen horse like a madwoman.

Only she can stop this.

And yet, Alys Rivers, bastard of Lyonel Strong and a Red Priestess he met in his youth, arrives to see Harrenhal in flames and her father and brother dying in the inferno.

Larys does not grieve as their kinsmen do, he does not hide his sinister smile as well as he hides that lock of the queen’s auburn hair. Why would he mourn when he killed them? Why would a kinslayer cry for the father he did not care for and the brother he always resented?

“Monster! Monster!” Alys flies into a rage knowing her father and brother will never be avenged by their legitimate kin, not while Larys lives. “You have doomed us all, kinslayer. Our line will die because of you!”

Larys feigns concern and has her reduced to the mad whore that their father claimed, all the while he plots with the Green Queen to put her son on the Iron Throne. He becomes Lord Strong and she becomes Alys the Mad, Alys the bastard with no other purpose than to nurse his bastards and whore herself out to make ends meet.

The same moon climbs into the sky when Aemond Targaryen slays the last Strong male on a bloody stone. The boy was Lyonel Rivers, bastard and only son of Larys Strong.

It is her victorious laughter that brings the cursed prince’s attentions to her and her revenge against Larys truly begins.

That same night she conceives the demon shadow that will kill the woman who gave Larys the order, Alicent Targaryen, with none other than the wretched queen’s own son. She would have killed her brother as well, but his death lay on the hands of the Wolf of Winterfell.

Aegon the Usurper will return to Kingslanding to find his mother and Larys Strong murdered savagely by a wraith with the face of his soon to be dead brother.

Then, and only then will the Witch of Harrenhal rest.

#alys rivers #hotd spring prompts 24 #hotd bigbang #hotd fanfiction

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jellyfishloveletterghosts · 2 months

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Make sure to check out this beautiful art by @raven-cl and show it some love.

Dandelion Wishes - Chapter 15 of 15- Grow

Billy is not sure when it starts. Somehow carrying the little pot around with him just naturally morphs into talking to it like Steve is here and can hear him. He tells Steve about his day, things he has read, looking for a job, all of the mundane little things he can think of.

On the rare occasions he does not have Steve right in his hands, Franklin will sometimes say something to the plant in private, begging for his son to return. Annette doesn't care if Billy is holding him, she will lean down face level with the slowly growing sprout and tell him things. There are a lot of “I love you” and “I miss you” and the occasional desperate plea of “please come back my little dandelion” that make Billy’s chest ache.

Billy begs too, just at night when everyone else is asleep and the moon is the only thing letting him see the sprout. Tears rolling down his face as he kneels in front of the night stand, cheek pressed against it as he stares longingly. “Please come back to me. I’m sorry I pushed you away before. I just wanted you to be safe. I need you back, you’re supposed to stay with me forever, remember. You promised.”

Billy has not missed anyone like this since his mother, and that thought just makes the tears come harder.

Read on Ao3

Please consider reblogging so it doenst just sit here collecting dust.

#harringrove #jellyghostfic #harringrove bigbang #fanfiction #st fic #Billy Hargrove x Steve Harrington

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vamp-doll-diva · 1 year

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Dream Girl - a K-Pop Fanfic

Title: Dream Girl

Author: vamp_doll/vamp_doll_diva

Characters/Pairings: Kwon Jiyong aka G-Dragon/OC(Jung Ara), Taeyang aka Dong Youngbae/Min Hyorin, Gahyeon, JiU, SuA, Handong

Rating: M (For future chapters)

Category: Romance

Jung Ara is the leader of K-Pop girl group Dreamcatcher. Kwon Jiyong, better known as G-Dragon is the leader of K-Pop legends Big Bang. Ara has always had a crush on Jiyong, but she didn't know if he even knew he existed. Well, he did, and he actually was a fan of hers and liked her too. When Dreamcatcher get their first music show win, Jiyong is waiting for his moment. He takes it and sends a confession of his feelings. They find out they both have feelings for each other, learn things they know about each other or didn't know, and a new relationship begins. How will they handle their new relationship? Will they go public? Will there be a dating scandal? Only time will tell....

Chapter 1 @ AO3

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spaceofentropy · 3 months

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An affinity for dead things

You can read chapter 1 HERE on ao3!

Rating: E (but we're not really earning it in chapter 1, sorry) Pairings: Harringrove; platonic Stobin; background Nancy Wheeler/Jonathan Byers Tags: magic AU; post season 3; necromancer!Steve; grave robbing; Neil Hargrove Content Warnings: neglectful parents; referenced child abuse; Neil Hargrove; blood and gore; dead animals; undead animals; skeletons and bones; knives; scars; homicide; canonical Upside Down/Vecna stuff

Summary: Billy Hargrove has been dead and buried for a month and a half when Steve sets up to steal his body from his grave. The goal: to use magic to bring him back to life. The only problem is that magic always has a price, and things are never as easy as they seem.

Life is shit right now, but this is one of the things that are keeping me up and going, so please show my little story some love! I've been keeping it in the virtual top drawer of my desk for AGES (read: since the fucking end of July!) and I'm so happy I can finally show it to the world. I hope you have fun with it. I hope you follow me wherever I'll lead you. I swear it's gonna be worth the wait!

I'll be posting every Friday, Sunday, and Wednesday, ending on the 21st of February.

"My" artists, @raven-cl and @bigolemantiddies, will post their works on their own and I'll add then to the fic as soon as possible.

Once again, thanks to @bigbangharringrove for organizing this! <3

#harringrove bigbang #harringrove bigbang 2023 #harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #harringrove fic #my stuff #my fanfiction #an affinity for dead things #on ao3

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just-my-latest-hyperfixation · 6 months

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(You got me) in the palm of your hand

Complete | 7 chapters | 39,850 words

Read it on AO3

Summary:

“Fortunes told, futures unfold.”

The sign at the local ren faire looks tempting. After all, Steve is one year out of high school and has no idea where his life is going. Sometimes he wishes someone could just gaze into the future and figure it out for him.

In the fortune teller’s tent, Steve has a run-in with his past. And if he doesn’t turn on his heel and leave, it has absolutely nothing to do with how pretty Eddie Munson looks in his costume, all gleaming jewelry and dark tendrils of hair spilling out from under a patterned headscarf. He lets Eddie read his palm, because why the hell not? It’s all bogus anyway!

Except, as the summer goes on, Steve finds that Eddie’s cryptic predictions somehow, inexplicably keep coming true. As they keep running into each other, almost as if orchestrated by an invisible force, Steve can’t help but be intrigued with the other boy. He also can’t seem to forget how pretty Eddie’s eyes look in black liner, or the way his fingers feel on his skin, but that is an entirely different problem.

Project #005 of the @steddiebang, art by @xgumiho and @peachypurr

#steddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve x eddie #steddie brainrot #steddie fanfic #fanfiction writer #fanfiction #fanfic #my writing #steddiebang #steddie bigbang #(you got me) in the palm of your hand

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strangerthingfanfic · 3 months

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I wanted to make a master link list to all the chapters of my Big Bang story.

I am so happy to have worked with it @bigbangharringrove on this amazing project

Thank you again to @demogorgeously for the amazing playlist that can be found here

Also a huge thank you to @camaro-and-smokes for being an amazing Beta reader and dealing with me!!

Chapter 1: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53543449/chapters/135529789

https://www.tumblr.com/strangerthingfanfic/741461632213041152/welcome-to-my-story-for-the-harringrove

Chapter 2: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53543449/chapters/135643948#workskin

https://www.tumblr.com/strangerthingfanfic/741631164379512832/chapter-2-of-these-are-the-daysof-our-lives-has

Chapter 3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53543449/chapters/135744202#workskin

https://www.tumblr.com/strangerthingfanfic/741789332841627648/chapter-3-is-live-find-it-on-ao3-here-or

Chapter 4: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53543449/chapters/135744307

https://www.tumblr.com/strangerthingfanfic/741789538158051328/the-fourth-and-final-chapter-can-be-found-here-or

Thank you to everyone who has supported this and please leave comments and kudos!!!

#stranger things #billy hargrove #billy deserved better #fanfic #fanfiction #stranger things fanfiction #reblog please #steve harrington #ao3 fanfic #harringrovebbpreview2023 #harringrove bigbang

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eldritch-thrumming · 5 months

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The night after his first lesson with Eddie, Steve lies on his bedroom floor with his legs tangled around Robin’s. The room is dark, only the light in the bathroom off his room on, and they pass their joint back and forth. The window is open and they can hear the soft sounds of Indiana bugs out in the grass. The lazy quiet is comforting, in a way it maybe hasn’t always been for Steve.

“So?” Robin asks, her voice low and raspy. “How was it? Don’t think I don’t know why you called me over here. Are Eddie Munson’s curls as soft as they look?” Steve can practically hear her wiggling her eyebrows as she speaks.

“Ugh, shut up, you fucking loser.” He tries to whack her leg with the back of his hand, but his movements are slow and half-hearted. He passes her the joint instead. It’s not like he doesn’t wonder the same thing, anyway. “It was… nice. I don’t know.” Steve feels embarrassed now, like he’s built something up in his head that doesn’t really exist. He can feel the heat rise in his own cheeks.

“Nice?” Robin sounds skeptical.

“I mean, yeah, nothing happened.” When Robin remains silent, he continues, “Seriously. Nothing really happened. It was just, like, surprisingly nice. I never even thought about playing an instrument before. My dad was all about sports and swimming and running and, like, you know. It wasn’t about stuff like that.”

“Stuff like that?”

“You know. Smart people shit.”

“Steve…” Robin’s voice holds a bit of a warning as she passes the joint back to him.

“No, I mean, I know. But I didn’t do shit like that. Music or drama or whatever the fuck. I wasn’t any good at school. Guitar is more complicated than it looks. I didn’t think I would like it. But I do.”

“You do?” Robin sounds just a little surprised.

“I do,” Steve confirms, and he sounds more confident than he has during this entire exchange. “I really like it. Even if nothing… I mean, nothing can come from me and Eddie. It just—I’d die if I ruined it. But I like the music stuff. I wanna keep doing that part.” Steve pauses, passes the joint back to Robin again on the exhale.

“That’s awesome, Steve.” She pauses, takes a hit. “But you guys are totally gonna kiss or whatever. And when you do, I’ve now fully prepared myself. I want the details.”

That makes Steve laugh and then Robin’s laughing and they’re both leaning on each other, tangled up together on the floor of Steve’s childhood bedroom.

When they’ve finally calmed down, Steve says, “He’s gonna take me to Bloomington to buy my own guitar.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. What do you think? A cool red electric guitar?”

Robin sits up, looking more serious than she has all night. “Nah. You gotta go acoustic, baby.” She grins.

read the new chapter of all of me changed like midnight on AO3

#steddie #steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie fanfic #steddie fanfiction #i kinda lost interest in my bigbang cause literally no one is reading it

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