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hello! are you or do you have plans to make more fan fictions? I'm hoping you will, especially the ones about leap ballerina <3
Hiiii!!! Thank you for the ask :D
Okay, I have to be honest. Haven't been writing much later, and what I did write was because I entered a fest ahahah deadlines help a lot recently tbh and that's because they force me to write - else I have been in a desert of inspiration, sadly...
About Ballerina, would you look at the coincidence? Was talking about it with a friend yesterday, bc one of my favourite fanfics just updated w the last chapter. And I do have plans for that movie, oh boy do I have plans for that cast. But yeh, the well is a bit dry right now, and I can't even bring myself to finish the second chapter of "Arabesque", which is well on its way, and has been since 2019. I have perfected a timeline, for that movie, I have done hours of research on the mid to last 1800s Paris and France and the ballet scene. I have all the pieces, I love the movie and I love the characters (especially Odette if that wasn't clear from the fanfics lmao) but yeah. It's. Idkkkk writing is hard rn, which is why I updated the pinned post by saying it's only art asks/requests right now :(
And honestly I wouldn't mind drawing some Ballerina stuff 👀👀 After all I only have that one pencil sketch of Odette dancing - not even one of my best sketches - and adding some more Félicie would be good 👀
Anyway, sorry for the long winded answer. It really made my day knowing there's people who still read my Ballerina fanfics and appreciate them enough to ask me to write more, so thank you 🧡🧡🧡
I can't promise any fanfic anytime soon, but I can promise I will try to get back to writing them :)
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flap-flap
just a little thing on the topic of the day :)
"Come on, come oooon, I can do this... I... Can... Fuck!"
It's the first thing Chris hears opening the door and it almost sounds like Darren's in pain. Well, the other option is that he's jerking off. Chris wouldn't be surprised by anything, really, not after living together for half a year.
But when Chris goes (almost runs) to the living room all he sees is Darren lying on the back with his phone clutched in his hands.
"What's going on?" he tries to suppress laughter but doesn't succeed. "Are you playing that game again? I thought you said that you'd had enough and deleted it."
Darren slowly turns his head in Chris' direction and sighs.
"I thought so too. But you should try this, it's like a drug! Or. No. Don't try. Don't even start," babbles Darren sitting up and putting the phone away. "Chris, promise me you won't start playing this freaking game, don't ruin your life..." he hold his hands in prayer and looks at Chris with big puppy eyes.
Chris himself just giggles and takes the abandoned phone.
"No, I want to see what prevents you from having sex with me right now."
Darren groans and falls back on the pillows covering his eyes with one arm.
"I warned you."
"Okay."
*
Half an hour later it's Chris who throws the phone at the wall saying "I'm so done with this shit!" too loud.
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I guess I'm back to writing star wars fanfiction. Hopefully one I'll finally be able to finish writing.
#me#vitadacami#blackywrites#star wars rebels#star wars#kanan jarrus#hera syndulla#so yeahhhhh it's another time travel fic#and I've been told that i have a way if making people feel?#not worded like that but that's the feeling#anyway the working title is#SUPRISE MOTHERFUCKER! IT'S TIME TRAVEL! - or Depa's mum's sense tingle as she watches Caleb and his bunch of friends unfuck the universe#literally that's my wip's title
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FIC REQUESTS/ASKS OPEN
I need to write so I'm thinking of opening requests for fics! Will be posted both here and on my AO3!!! Ask your heart away!
YES(s)
Star Wars (Rebels more specifically)
Batman/Batfam
YJ
MLB
Maribat
One piece
KHR
Ballerina/Leap
Crossovers
Any other fandom I didn't mention, ask anyway, I'll tell you if I can or cannot :)
I'm okay with most tropes, so yeh
I am okay with also most pairings - some I won't do because I don't know enough and/or don't like. Anyway I'll tell if I do not want to write them :)
I'm not good writing romance but I can try, so feel free to ask :)
NONO(s)
Lanterns (idk enough about them)
Duke, Harper, Cullen and Kate (again don't know enough about them)
Cartoon YJ unless it's dimension travel
NSFW (smut. I'm not good at smut. I won't write smut right now)
Idk if anything else comes to mind I'll add
#fic asks#fic requests#blackywrites#i need to write but I can't find the inspiration and maybe this will help me out of the block ;;A;;#please reblog#dc#batman#batfamily#tim drake#jason todd#dick grayson#damian wayne#marinette dupain cheng#adrien agreste#maribat#mlb#miraculous ladybug#one piece#khr#ballerina#leap#ballerina/leap#young justice
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he does.
for this amazing girl ♥
I do.
Three letters.
Two short simple words.
One exhale.
I do.
That's what he wanted to say for so long.
That's what he dreamed of, these words and rings and his already-almost-husband and perfection.
That's what he's getting now.
I do.
They've been through a lot.
There have been many bad moments.
There have been happy events as well.
There have been fights and vows and promises and harsh words.
And at the end of everything there is always 'I love you'.
I do.
They worked so hard to make everything alright.
To keep them from falling apart.
To protect their love, their eternity.
They've done a great job.
I do.
Now, standing in front of their families and friends, they can openly smile.
Take each other's hands.
And answer the question.
I do.
They're trembling a little, and their smiles are a bit nervous, and Chris blinks a lot just so he doesn't cry already.
But everything's perfect.
They are perfect.
“I do,” whispers Darren, not having strength in him to say it any louder. He slips a ring on Chris' finger and almost breaks down right then.
“I do,” echoes Chris unhesitatingly, doing the same. He doesn't break but instead wraps his arms around his already-officially-husband and breathes in.
Darren breathes out.
“I love you”, they say at the same time, finishing everything with this line, like they always do.
They do.
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in sickness and in health (for KBR)
Title: in sickness and in health
Author: Black Sun
Prompt #2
Word Count: 1118
Rating: PG
A/N (if any): okay I hope it's not really bad.
Thanks to crystalchances for beting this thing!
Kurt doesn't really want to spend Halloween in his bed. This is the last thing anyone would want, and Kurt is no exception. Well, he's so lucky that he caught a cold just a few days before October 31st.
Now his husband has gone to the pharmacy and their puppy is running around the pumpkin they bought barking at it. Kurt stares at the ceiling and sighs.
He's planned it all: the costumes, the decoration, the party they wanted to throw. But look where they are now. Blaine is buying him some medicine and he is lying under three blankets in a loose t-shirt and sweats. Great.
Kurt turns to the right side to look at Jesse, the puppy, and smiles. At least, he has them. He's not alone.
He hears the sound of key turning in the door and Blaine's voice calling for him and asking if he's okay.
“Yeah, I'm fine,” Kurt answers honestly as he has a coughing fit.
“I see,” Blaine says walking into the room and sitting down on the bed. He leans down and kisses his forehead, frowning. “You're hot.”
“Thank you,” Kurt laughs. Blaine shakes his head smiling fondly before standing up and raking through a bag with the label of the nearest pharmacy. “Okay, I bought you these really good drops...at least the pharmacist told me they are good. And some pills...oh, and cough syrup, of course.”
Kurt smiles at that adorable care that Blaine shows after all these years, only getting better at knowing what to do and how to do it.
“Okay, take these,” Blaine says, giving him the pills, “and I'll go and warm milk for you.”
Kurt's heart swells every time Blaine does something like this, little things that make him feel even more safe and loved and... And Kurt feels lucky that they found each other so soon, too: he is really grateful to the destiny for that. He doesn't want to think about what it would be like to spend all these years with someone else or without anyone at all.
“Thank you,” he whispers and Blaine just takes his hand and holds it for a few seconds. Then he picks up Jesse and practically shoves him at Kurt's arms. Kurt yelps and instinctively tightens his hold, laughing softly.
Blaine goes to the kitchen and Kurt stays where he is, stroking the puppy behind his ears and lightly touching his head with lips.
By the time his husband comes back, he's almost asleep, his eyelids feel heavy and he doesn't want to move a limb. So Blaine sits on the edge of the bed again, takes Jesse on his knees and helps Kurt to sit up a little, so he can put a pillow behind him.
“Come on, drink,” he says, bringing a cup to his lips, and Kurt takes a sip, humming in pleasure, when Blaine's other hand starts stroking his hair.
“Hmm, it's nice,” he manages to mumble between sips, and Blaine just moves in closer, putting the cup on the bedside table, and holds him tight, pressing a kiss to his temple. Kurt isn't sure what brought this reaction but it's not like he's going to complain. So he pulls away a little and quickly kisses Blaine on lips not wanting to infect him too.
“How do you feel now?” Blaine asks quietly after few minutes of holding each other.
“Not that bad as it seems, really,” Kurt answers, smile curling on his lips. “I would like to go outside for a bit, but I'm pretty sure you won't allow it.” He pouts a little hoping to make Blaine say it's not like that. And who knows if it helps or if Blaine has already decided what to do.
“Actually, I've been thinking we could go watch at the stars if you're up for it.” He smirks and now it's Kurt's turn to shake his head because what a dork his husband still is.
“I don't see any reason why we shouldn't just do it,” he responds slowly moving into a fully sitting position. “Just give me something decent to wear.”
“Maybe we could put our costumes on,” Blaine suggests nodding as if to himself.
Kurt thinks that at least not all their plans will be screwed up. Well, it's not like they couldn't put it all away till the next year, and their costumes are pretty simple – they've decided that it would be cool to remember 'Harry Potter', so Blaine became Harry and Kurt, obviously, Ginny. It's not the first or even fifth time when he dresses up like some girl for Halloween and it doesn't really bother him. But, anyway, he thinks that if they have an opportunity to use these costumes, they shouldn't waste it.
So all dressed up, with a scarf wrapped around Kurt's neck and a leash clipped to Jesse's collar, they go out in the night. Blaine breathes cold air in and Kurt hides his face in his shoulder, trying to warm up his nose.
“You're never going to stop being so adorable, aren't you?” Blaine laughs and puts one arm over his shoulders tugging Kurt close, other hand holding the leash. “Let's sit on this bench, there's a good view from here.”
Kurt feels too comfortable to actually answer so he nods and clasps hands around Blaine's waist. “I love you,” he whispers directly in his ear once they sit down, gazing at the sky.
“I know, honey.” Blaine kisses him on the cheek and smiles against his skin, so Kurt feels it. “I love you too.”
They don't say anything for a long time then, just looking at stars. Suddenly one star smoothly falls and Kurt jumps in excitement.
“Did you make a wish, Blaine?” he asks turning to his husband who now looks at him with gentle smile. “You did, right?”
“Well,” Blaine starts and Kurt stares at him with wide eyes. “Hey, hey, okay, I made a wish, and I'm sure it comes true pretty soon. If not, you're going to be ill for a long time.”
“Did you waste your wish on my health, Blaine?” Kurt clarifies.
“Yes, because you're the most important thing in this world.”
Kurt feels tears welling up in his eyes and he doesn't know if he ever gets used to all Blaine's love that fills him up and overflows him.
“You're wonderful. Thank you,” he whispers gently kissing him and not really caring about infection now. Blaine just hums in reply and holds him closer.
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Only Mine
Dom!top!Chris/sub!bottom!Darren, NC-17, bondage, begging, blindfolding, a bit of dirty talk, riding
so i saw it and couldn't keep my hands to myself lol
also this is my first pwp in english and i don't have a permanent beta :D so feel free to inform me about any mistakes :)
“Okay, baby, just a little more. You're so beautiful,” his Dom's voice is strangely calm and steady, like it's not him who has his cock up Darren's ass. “Don't stop,” he adds, slapping him lightly, when Darren sits without moving for ten seconds.
You see, it started when Criss came home from Vegas and found Chris looking at him angrily.
“So what, did you get married there?” he asked then. Darren silently shook his head, looking down, but, obviously, it wasn't enough for Chris. “Answer me.”
“No, we just went to hang out, like friends do...” And after that Chris grabbed his shirt and kissed him, biting lips hard enough to draw blood.
“I really, really don't want you to do anything like friends with Mia,” he said. “Do you understand me?”
Darren nodded and fell to his knees the second Chris let him go.
“I'm sorry,” he whispered.
“I don't think you deserve punishment for that,” Dom said, more to himself, “but I think you need to be reminded who you belong to.”
And this is how they ended up like this, with Darren moving on Chris' cock sorely slow.
“Please,” Darren sobs, pain in his legs becoming unbearable and he just needs to come... “Pleasepleaseplease, I'll let you do anything to me after, just please, let me come, Sir, I need, I have to, please,” he begs, not really pushing, but grinding down.
“Sweetheart,” Chris says it with stern voice. “You are a good boy, aren't you? Move. Do not stop and do not come until I say so. Or I'll punish you, even if I didn't want to.”
Darren pushes up and tugs at scarf on his wrists, trying to loose it a little. Chris' eyes follow his movement and he slaps him again.
“Don't even try it.”
Darren breathes shakily and goes down, sweat makes its way down his face and back, he is wet everywhere actually.
He continues babbling 'please' and 'Sir' and 'anything' but never stops his movement this time.
After what seemed like a thousand hours Darren hears Chris saying “Hey, hey, baby, you're with me?”
He nods and says “I'm always with you, I'm only yours, Sir” and wants to look at his Dom hopefully though blindfold prevents it. Chris just knows what effect these eyes on him.
“You can come anytime now, my boy, you're good, you're the best,” he praises, petting his thigh.
Darren pushes down one last time and screams as he comes in white streaks on Chris' and his own stomach and chest.
He thinks he may pass out now and he vaguely registers that Chris moans and comes inside of him.
He feels that his fingers disappear from his hips and go to the scarf undoing knots. After that blindfold goes off and Darren blinks few times to adjust to the light. Then Chris' concerned face comes to focus.
“Are you okay, sweety?”
Darren nods and Chris maneuvers them so now he's lying on the back.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, yes, I'm wonderful,” Darren mumbles sleepy, and Chris laughs.
They are wonderful.
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Everything Will Be Alright (for Klaine Wedding Mini Bang)
Author: Black Sun
Title: Everything Will Be Alright.
Rating: G
Written For: pinksunglassesandblazers
Summary: Blaine proposes to Kurt after Regionals, and Kurt doesn't really know how to react. Eventually, he does the right choice.
A/N: I really really really hope you like it, though it's not exactly all fluff. And thanks to crystalchances for being beta!
Blaine catches Kurt's arm as he goes to walk out of the choir room. Kurt turns around to see that he looks at him with these nervous eyes again, like when he asked if Kurt would come to Regionals. It's not that question this time, obviously, and Kurt's scared it might be something worse.
“Can you... can you come to auditorium after competition? I need to talk to you,” Blaine says. Kurt doesn't know what he's going to do, to say (well, he has some ideas, but they're too big and he doesn't want to dwell on them) so he nods.
“Yeah, sure, my plane is tomorrow morning, so it's not a problem.”
Then there is a signal that it's New Directions' turn, and Blaine walks to the stage, and Kurt walks to his seat. He'll wait to hear what Blaine will say before he freaks out. No need to panic right now.
Blaine has a part in the original song he sings with Marley. Kurt can't help but smile at him when Blaine sings, 'Take my hand and say you'll always wish me well and send me luck' and looks directly at him. He wants to mouth “I will,” he wants to blow him a kiss, he wants to kiss him real after competition... And he's scared that he wants it. He thought he was over it, he could not think about it a week before, what's so different now?
New Directions wins. Of course they do, Kurt had no idea what was wrong with them at Sectionals. He congratulates everyone, claps Will on the shoulder, hugs kids and does it just a little bit longer than necessary with Blaine. “I'll be right there soon,” Blaine whispers. Kurt nods and hopes everything will be alright.
Kurt goes out for a bit to breathe and concentrate on anything Blaine's going to say. He should accept it, if he says he found someone better. Well, it'd be his right. Kurt thinks about many possibilities but he always walks around one in particular. He doesn't know this is the one right thought.
After that, he gets a text from Blaine ('Where are you? Xx') and smiles despite everything.
*
There are rose petals on the floor of the auditorium. He doesn't know if it's from celebration or if Blaine has done it. It should be dark in there, but some candles are standing around. And in the center of the scene... there is Blaine.
Kurt thinks he's going to die right here because all these emotions and feelings are just unbearable. Blaine is kneeling in front of him and there is a little box with a simple platinum ring with two brilliant-cut diamonds in his hands. Kurt can hardly breathe. He closes his eyes and counts to three. He opens his eyes but nothing changes. It's still Blaine and he still holds this ring.
“Blaine, what do you think you're doing?” Kurt needs to know what is happening with his boyfr-... Ex-boyfriend, he corrects himself. Or no?
“I am proposing to the most amazing man in the world who, I believe, happens to be my soul mate and, I hope, my only love,” Blaine says quietly, looking at him with this honest, warm expression. Kurt looks at him and gasps. It's not like he didn't expect something similar to these words, but his eyes, oh God, his eyes. Kurt has never seen Blaine's eyes to be this color or this depth or holding the whole world inside, showing his soul.
Kurt thinks, ‘This is not fair.’ He has 'no' for his answer, but he doesn't want to kill that hope. Besides, he isn't even sure now himself. Maybe, Kurt thinks, it's time to stop hiding behind any masks, like Blaine has done. Maybe it's time to say he wants to spend his life with him. Maybe it's time to confess he never stopped wanting to spend his life with Blaine in the first place. But there is a little 'but' in the back of his mind. 'We're not together', it says. 'We haven't been a couple for almost a year and I just started trusting you again.'
Kurt doesn't say any of this. He just stares at this ring and these eyes.
“I love you so much, Kurt. Please, please don't say no to me. I need you in my life. And I can't believe you might think you don't,” Kurt hears suddenly. He understands he's been quiet for a while now, and Blaine is scared. Of course. Just as he is.
Kurt surprises himself with what he does. He kneels near Blaine and takes the box from his hands. He puts it aside and takes Blaine's hands, interlacing their fingers and kissing his knuckles. He whispers, “I forgave you so long ago. I never want us to be apart again, and you're coming to New York, right?” He lets go of Blaine's hands and pulls him in his arms, holding as close as possible. “Yes, I will marry you, maybe not even this year, because this is our wedding and it has to be perfect, but as soon as it's ideally planned, we'll become husbands.” Kurt isn't sure where it came from. He's not even sure if he said it or just imagined it. But Blaine kisses his cheek and Kurt knows that he finally does the right thing. “Yes, Blaine. I promise.”
And Kurt kisses his nose, cheekbones, touches the corners of his lips – Blaine smiles, wide and like sunshine, squinting with pleasure and holding Kurt's wrists. Kurt presses his lips to Blaine's and feels his smile that doesn't diminish, and he can't hold his own.
They laugh, they kiss, they hold hands, and it's so similar to their last evening before Blaine said to Kurt that he should go to New York. Before Blaine let Kurt go to another life.
Now it's all coming back, it's bright and wonderful, and Kurt doesn't remember when he was that happy last time. But what is more important, he thinks, is that he is now. He's so happy, and he's going to marry the man he loves so much despite all they've been through.
Kurt thinks he might be dreaming, because he never thought he could be sitting on petals with candles around them with Blaine kissing him senseless.
Then Blaine picks up the ring and reaches for Kurt's hand, a little bit insecure, and Kurt understands. He's still afraid he will change his mind.
“I will marry you, Blaine”, Kurt whispers with little smile. “You can put the ring on.”
And Blaine does.
Everything is alright.
“Everything will be alright,” Kurt promises to himself and Blaine.
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