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nichenarratives · 8 months

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Hurricane Heller 7

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[chapter 6 has mysteriously vanished but can be ready here on AO3 until I reupload.]

7. Repentant Ramifications

His return to shul the following week is… unremarkable. The congregation welcomes him back without question, not even the Rabbi querying his recent absences. Mordecai slips into place beside his family like he never left and, determined not to waste an opportunity to repair his relationship with Hashem or his people, throws his all into redemption.

Having been actively repressing his emotions for years now, it's difficult to discern the root of the uncomfortable feeling in his gut when he enters the synagogue. He assumes its guilt, not necessarily for the transgressions themselves, but the choice to partake knowing they would contradict teachings Mordecai has been aware of his entire life; integrity, honesty and of course, to not bring harm to his fellow man.

Yet with that in mind, Mordecai still doesn't ask for forgiveness; he made those choices under duress, circumstance and a duty to support his family forcing the young man to accept an unsavory job and by extension, the consequence of such association. Instead, he prays for understanding, thanking Hashem for the opportunity to provide stability and offering promises to be more discerning in future choices.

He doesn't regret his decisions, even if they were a test to determine the state of his spirit. For Mordecai, his family take priority over all else, even his own eternal rest. Being condemned to an eternity of conscious death in a rotting corpse is an acceptable price to pay for his family's overarching salvation.

Perhaps the worst part of returning to Sabbath service is the loss of his precious free time. His mother would press him to return to his childhood home rather than to the sanctuary of his apartment. Nataliya's parents are yet again busy - would continue to be for the next three weeks - and not wishing to be rude Mordecai swiftly succumbs to her request, even if he doesn't understand why Esther can't keep her company.

That first week, Mordecai is pleasantly surprised to find he's not expected to assist with the evening meal or even caring for Rose, instead being given leave to entertain Nataliya alone all day. It's decidedly awkward for a while. He learns her home is prosperous, littered with the things a young lady might indulge for entertainment; instruments, artistry, cursive calligraphy and more, all things the Heller home lacks.

They eventually settle on the shared interest in learning and borrow one of his father's thick, hard backed encyclopedia tomes. Great pains are taken to ensure it's a topic Nataliya is interested in - the natural world - before they settle down to read on the couch. Mordecai ensures there's a cushion between them, to both support the book and keep a respectable distance from the young woman, then reads aloud as she follows the words with a finger, concentrating deeply.

Here they would stay for hours, Nataliya occasionally taking over reading to practice, her broken English far better than it had been three years prior. Whenever she stumbles over a word, Mordecai patiently corrects her enunciation, content to assist her learning as he too discovers about the natural world beyond botany. It is nowhere near as interesting, but it is intriguing nonetheless how nature overcame challenges with a variety of solutions, all as unique as the last.

This isn't so vexatious, he realises as he listens to his friend narrate the particular interiors of a bird's wing. It is… almost pleasant, even if it's not silence.

He became acutely aware that Nataliya's weekly attendance at dinner isn't as innocent as he was led to believe on the second Sabbath after his return to shul. Her father turns up earlier than anticipated, insisting on walking Mordecai back to his apartment before taking Nataliya home, even leaving her behind at the Heller house to do so.

The uneasy feeling that settles in his gut as they leave turns out to be entirely logical, for as soon as they are alone in the city streets, the questions begin. The Russian expat asks all about his profession, prospects and ambitions, even asking for his salary. He's clipped and to the point, accent heavy in his 'w's like his daughter, but the man holds himself with an almost regal air that's immensely intimidating.

At only sixteen and up to his neck in questionable practices thanks to work, marriage has yet to enter his mind, and likely never would without encouragement. With how he conducts himself around even men of the same age, Mordecai simply isn't interested in making connections, content with having family and hobbies to occupy his time. It's an immense oversight on his part not to have a alternate explanation lined up and have to improvise on the spot.

Of course, everything he offers is fabricated; his own family unaware of his true trade, Mordecai is not about to tell a relative stranger his deepest sins. It highlights a glaring flaw in the tudexo's current status; he's not prepared anything to explain away significant funds from a managerial post, his lies hinging on a lack of due diligence by inquiring parties.It's an immense oversight on his part not to have a alternate explanation lined up and have to improvise on the spot.

Should he ever be arrested, even a bad cop could see past his fallacies within an hour, leaving Mordecai in deep trouble with law enforcement and once forced to provide the truth, his employer. After all, Elijah Katz is little more than a name pulled from thin air; with no history, no papers and an immaculate appearance in the world five years prior, should anyone try to dig into his past, it would swiftly become obvious his alias is little more than a cover. A sloppy one at that

Mordecai has never been so grateful to lock his apartment door and sink into the ensuing silence, but his mind is not at peace. Katz has been adequate, yet he needs to develop a substantial alias, one that can stand up to the scrutiny of not only law enforcement, but the very criminals he works for, to ensure his family are kept as far from his dubious doings as possible.

It also keeps his mind off the troubling prospect that his and Nataliya's parents are conspiring behind their backs to bring their children together. Matchmaking.

The next week is spent researching and creating a far more convincing alias, stealing the identity of a dead boy from his own congregation and repurposing it for his own use. Isaiah Fitzgerald, a young man who died barely two months before Mordecai approached the launderette in search of work, no known photographs and family moved out of New York. The perfect candidate, credible enough to hide behind since Katz came into existence so soon after his records end.

Now on the third Sabbath, he and Nataliya share a book on the couch while Rose plays on the rug by the hearth, scouring an encyclopedia of North American birds. Dinner still warm in their stomachs and the fire comforting in the cool, fall air, they study the Barn Swallow, a species they spotted on the way home from congressional services that morning. While he isn't artistic himself, he studies a fine illustration between blocks of text with reverence, for it's intricately detailed.

Alas, time has once again raced by. A firm knock echoes off the front door, rousing both adolescents from focus at once. Green and yellow sclera dart up towards the hall, then fall on one another, an unspoken sadness the day has ended in their resigned features. Mordecai pulls the hardback into his lap and marking their place with a mangled strip of paper, carefully closes the book, then sets it aside to return to his father's collection later.

It's a routine they've repeated a few times now; they'll stand awkwardly together a moment or two, offer a simple farewell then head for the hall, where his mother will be making small talk with her father. They'll then part ways for another week on the steps to his home, though Mordecai will wait there for a minute, as Nataliya always glances over a shoulder before they turn the corner, raising a hand one last time in farewell before she's out of sight.

He always returns the gesture for politeness. Now, he's not sure if he was accidentally reinforcing their parent's ideals, but it's a dilemma to ponder another day. For now, he slides off the sofa and waits for Nataliya to do the same, ready for their awkward farewell. "It seems our time is up," he states almost apologetically, watching as she too slides to her feet and stands just a foot from him. "I look forward to spending time with you next week."

"Me as vell," she returns, a whisper almost swallowed by a crackle from the fire. A timid girl by nature, it's not unusual she won't meet his gaze as deft fingers brush over the thick strands of her braid. It would be almost endearing, if it didn't make their farewells last twice as long as necessary, but he tries to be patient until with flushed cheeks, her gaze finally meets his. "Thank for time. Nice time."

Despite reservations around their relationship, he manages a small smile and a nod. "It is a pleasure. Father has quite a compendium of texts to peruse. Perhaps next week we-"

Nataliya leans closer and cutting off, he leans away on instinct. All that achieves is forcing the girl to take a step closer. Their chests brush, her warm breath ghosting across his cool skin as the usually shy girl presses plump lips to the startled tom's cheek. Contact is brief, half a second at most, before she steps back with blazing red cheeks, averted eyes and a gentle voice. "See next veek, Mordecai."

She leaves the room, but Mordecai is frozen, leaning back ever so slightly instead of standing straight, eyes wide and pupils constricted by adrenaline. Large ears face forward, tail fluffed and hackles raised in surprise, arms bent at the elbow and extended as if he'd intended to restrain the girl by the biceps on her approach, only to second guess the action at the last moment.

At the hands of the mob, Mordecai has grown accustomed to being touched without consent. Before taking Jimbo's life, they seems to devise great joy in manhandling him around when delivering ledgers. The frequency and severity of their unsolicited bodily interference lessened greatly since taking the managerial role, but he's less reactive to strange touch these days regardless, mostly taking them in stride.

Today is not one of those days. Today, Mordecai Heller is perturbed.

What… was that? Logically, the question is defunct; he isn't naive enough not to recognise a kiss. What he doesn't quite understand is the connotations behind it, when he's not tried to engage Nataliya in such a way. Did I lead her to believe I wanted that? Is it simply a side effect of our parents' efforts, influencing her actions? What should I do about it?

He doesn't want their friendship to become something else. Mordecai has no current interest in romance. Honestly, he's not sure he ever will, but now in particular, with his associations in the city's underbelly and a murder still fresh on his mind, the prospect of courting feels like a farce. If anything, all the process would achieve would be putting Nataliya in danger should his employers take offense in the future, something he isn't sure he could live with if she got hurt... or worse.

The click of the front door snaps him out of an internal spiral of worry, giving him enough time to regain some sense of composure before his mother comes looking for her absent son. She enters the room with a worried frown just after he corrects his posture, arms folded across her chest as she studies the room. When it doesn't explain why her son didn't accompany his friend to the door, she meets his gaze. "Not seeing Nataliya out today, then? Did you have a fight?"

Before he can answer, Mordecai is sharply reminded that Rose is in the room when she pipes up. "They was kissing."

"Were," he corrects his little sister's poor grammar without thinking, then startles as what she said sinks in. Looking up at his mother and processing her scowl, Mordecai's hackles rise beneath his collar and he raises his hands defensively. Already imagining the repercussions for doing such a thing with a mere acquaintance he tries to explain. Hurriedly. "We weren't kissing, Mother. We were reading-"

"Until you kissed," Rose interjects without looking up from a sketch she's been working on all afternoon. In contrast to the childish squiggles she used to produce, the young lady has developed some talent over the years. If she weren't actively condemning him to a beating, he might have offered to appraise it as often requested. His only through then however is throwing it on the fire. "Right before she left, you kissed. I saw it."

Mother raises a brow, gaze disbelieving, boring into his very being like the eyes at the church he imagines on his back at every congregation. Dark ears fold back. "I promise we were not kissing," he reaffirms beneath her scathing gaze. "I was preparing to accompany her to the threshold as usual when she… Well, I suppose she kissed my cheek… but it was not how Rose describes it! I didn't request nor condone a kiss! You have my word!"

As if destined for future comedic excellence, Esther choses that precise moment to peer into the room, a devilish smile on deceptively innocent lips. "Mordy's been kissing girls? Scandalous."

Mother may have refrained from beating him for insolence after learning Nataliya initiated the kiss, but it did not arrest her tirade regarding their relationship and intentions, plus a lecture on the proper way to court a girl should he decide to reciprocate, if he wanted her parents to agree the courtship. She spoke like it were already decided, confirming suspicion they had indeed been discussing matching the pair, and the whole evening was suffocatingly intense.

Mordecai is relieved to return to the silence of his apartment that night. Kicking off his shoes, he strips down to his vest and boxers and goes straight to bed, collapsing into the soft sheets with a groan. With his social and spiritual lives taking unexpected turns recently, he's grateful that work has been far less tumultuous since his promotion, at least.

If only he knew what tomorrow would bring as he fell into an exhausted sleep, perhaps he would've been less bothered by the whole kiss debacle.

#lackadaisy #mordecai heller #fanfiction #lackadaisy mordecai #lackadaisy cats #fanfic #hurricane heller #no beta we die like atlas may #tracy j butler #niche narratives #hurricane heller chapter 7 #domestic life #family life #sibling teasing

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lunarowena · 6 years

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The Machine Beneath

For @pillarspromptsweekly #0041: Machine. Also cross posted at fanfiction.net and AO3.

Because I needed to justify to myself how Aloth winds up level 3 or whatever in Deadfire.

“Thank you for coming all this way.” Aloth lit a torch on the wall, illuminating the dusty passageway. “It means a lot to me.”

“Of course,” Amaryllis said. She picked her way around the rubble to follow Aloth. “Anything for a friend with an Engwithan machine problem.” Of course, the fact that it was Aloth certainly helped. “Besides, I’ve never been to the Vailian Republics before.”

“I apologize that your first experience is crawling through underground ruins.” They reached a fork in the passageway. Aloth studied some markings on the wall before turning to the right.

“Oh, you know me. I love crawling through underground ruins.”

“From anyone else I would assume that was sarcasm.”

“I do!” she protested. “Besides,” she smiled at him, “If we were up above I might blow your cover, ‘Aelfwine.’ There aren’t that many pale elves from the Dyrwood. If there are even more than one.”

“I’m sure we can figure something out. We can go around and see the sights after we take care of this.”

“Aloth Corfiser, is there even a machine down here or did you bring me here under false pretenses just so you could take me out?” she teased.

It was difficult to tell in the torchlight, but she could swear he was blushing. “I assure you, I do unfortunately have an Engwithan problem. However,” he was suddenly very interested in some dust on his jerkin, “I do admit I am very glad to see you.”

She had been joking, and now she was afraid she was the one blushing. “I,” she habitually reached to tug on the end of her braid before remembering she had braided her hair around her head for the excursion. “I missed you, too.” She wound up awkwardly rubbing her neck. Smooth. Luckily he was watching the passage up ahead and not her. “It certainly is a maze down here.”

“I’ve found that the Vailians just continued to build on top of the ruins of older cities. We’re going to want to go down here.” He stopped and gestured to a hole in the floor. “If there are stairs I unfortunately don’t know where they are.”

Amaryllis reached into her bag and pulled out a rope and grappling hook. “It’s more fun this way.”

“Right,” he secured the grappling hook and let the rope down the crevice. “Fun.”

Amaryllis sometimes wondered if they wouldn’t be better suited to each others’ lives–her traveling Eora after the Leaden Key and him ruling Caed Nua. He seemed to be doing perfectly well, though. Better, even. She doubted that the Aloth she had first met would be climbing around ancient ruins beneath a city. Shaking herself out of her recollections, she grabbed hold of the rope and followed him down into the darkness.

It was pitch black as they climbed down the rope. She had no idea how far it was to the bottom. She couldn’t even see her own feet as she looked down. “Lovely place you’ve got here.”

“Yes, well,” his voice echoed from below. They must be in some sort of open cavern. “I don’t have any spells that produce light without the chance of accidentally burning or dazing us.”

“That does seem like a bad choice this far up.”

“Quite.” His voice seemed to be echoing up now, they might be nearing the bottom. “If I’m timing correctly it shouldn’t be too much farther to the bottom, though I’ve only been here twice.”

“You’ve a good memory.”

“Chalk marks on the walls.” There was a soft thud as he must have dropped to the ground. “And I haven’t gotten us all the way there yet.”

“Well, there’s no one I’d rather be lost in ancient ruins with.” Her arms were starting to ache. She was getting out of shape just hanging around Caed Nua. Climbing down another meter or so, she let go of the rope and dropped to the ground. Hitting the bottom with a thud, she stumbled into Aloth as her feet rolled on the uneven ground.

He wrapped his arms around her to steady her. “Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.”

Her face warmed as she was painfully aware of how close he was. After lingering a few moments longer than was strictly necessary, she cleared her throat and stepped away. “So, how did you find this place anyway?”

“Following some members of our favorite organization.” Light flared as he re-lit the torch and Amaryllis blinked in the light. “They weren’t quite as discrete as they thought they were.”

As her eyes adjusted to the light, she could finally look around. They appeared to be in the ruins of a city that had been preserved in the pocket of a cavern. “This is amazing.”

“I thought you would like it.” He worked his way to the left, peering down an avenue. “Ah, yes, we follow this street to that building up ahead.”

Following him up to peer down the street, she could see a faint, green glow up ahead. “Well, a straight shot is good.”

“It certainly helps with finding our way back.”

As they walked, she examined the buildings she could see by the torchlight. Definitely Engwithan with their elaborate designs and carvings. “So what was the Leaden Key up to down here?”

“I don’t entirely know. Something to do with the machine. Unfortunately, I wasn’t quite as discrete as I thought I was and they caught onto me before I could observe what they were doing.”

“What happened?” They reached the doors of the elaborate… temple, she would call it, and there was definitely a soft, green glow emanating from the cracks in the doorway.

He turned towards her with a small smirk. “They’re no longer with us.” He pushed open one of the large, carved doors and gestured for her to step into the building.

Her footsteps echoed in the giant hall. Large pillars held up an elaborately decorated, domed ceiling. But overshadowing all the tarnished splendor was a large, towering metallic structure surrounding a jagged pillar of adra. The top looked like it had been chipped off and indeed, it appeared that a chunk of ceiling had fallen down and clipped it. The entire contraption glowed green. A soft hum pressed against her eardrums and the air felt thicker. For a second she thought she saw the machine surrounded by figures in a flash of purple, but just as suddenly the vision was gone. Her eyes watered and she shook her head trying to clear it as she continued walking toward the machine.

She felt Aloth all into step beside her. “I can’t say I’ve seen one exactly like this before. I assume it’s for more of the same; moving souls.”

He gave a weak smile. “I was hoping there would be instructions. Such as ‘this is the off button.’”

“If only we’re so lucky.” She continued forward up a small flight of stairs until she was in front of the control panel. “I don’t entirely care what it’s for. My plan was to decommission it like all the others, but it looks partially damaged already so who knows what will happen if I try to overload it.” Her eyes swam as the ancient Engwithan symbols formed themselves into words in her mind. “You may want to stand back.”

She felt his hand on her shoulder. “I’m not about to leave you.”

She reached back and squeezed his hand. “Just stay alert. Now,” she took a deep breath. “Let’s try this.” She twisted a dial. Nothing happened. “Well that was–”

A burst of green light shot forward toward her and Amaryllis felt herself shoved out of the way. She rolled down the stairs and lay coughing at the bottom. The light subsided. “Aloth?” There was no response. “Aloth!” She scrambled back up the stairs. He lay collapsed in a heap on the platform. She reached towards him. She tried to control her breathing, letting in and out a deep breath. He had a pulse and wasn’t a pile of ash. That was good. She hoped he would forgive her as she reached out toward his mind. A cipher and a Watcher. It was a dangerous combination.

She found his consciousness, but it was… less than she expected. Letting in and out another deep breath, she forced herself not to panic. Unfocusing her eyes, she mentally reached out to the surroundings. She felt it–felt him, part of his soul, slipping away into the jagged pillar of adra. “Oh no, you don’t.” Forcing herself up from her knees, she grasped the control panel. Honing in on the ripped off portion of his soul, she felt herself turning dials and pressing buttons she shouldn’t know how to press. The machine groaned and whirred. She ducked as there was another vibrant flash of green light into Aloth. She felt his soul snap violently back into place and breathed a sigh of relief. Something wet fell onto her hand and she realized tears were coming out of her eyes. Forcing in and out another shaky breath, she dragged the still unconscious Aloth down from the platform, then turned back toward the machine.

Clearing her mind, she stepped back up the stairs in a daze. Again she let her hands perform movements of their own, manipulating the controls, until at last she pulled a level and the green glow died. For a moment there was silence except for her ragged breathing before the adra pillar exploded. She threw herself to the ground, trying to shield herself behind the control panel as chunks of adra went flying. She felt a chip scratch past her face.

“Amaryllis?”

“Aloth!” She crawled down the stairs in the darkness, reaching blindly before she found his hand. She grasped it tightly, pulling herself toward him.

“What happened?”

“How do you feel?”

“Not well.” He coughed. “What just happened?”

“The machine malfunctioned, part of your soul was split from your body and attempted to escape, I put your soul back, and then I exploded the machine.” She fumbled on the floor for the torch. Grabbing hold of it, she realized she had crawled onto Aloth’s lap.

Fire flared from his fingertips as he lit the torch between them. “You’re bleeding.”

“I’m fine. Aloth, your soul was just ripped in half! Or more like a quarter and three-quarter chunks. Or maybe a third and two-thirds.”

“You’re bleeding, you’re rambling, and you’re shaking.” He reached into his pack, fished out a handkerchief, and pressed it to her forehead.

She was shaking. She tried to hold the torch steady. “That blast was headed for me, that was incredibly stupid of you!”

“Better you than me.”

“How can you say that?”

“Amaryllis, I…” he shook his head. “From a practical perspective, I’m not a Watcher that knows Engwithan. If it had been you on the floor and me at the machine, I would only have been able to stand there as… whatever happened happened.”

“You might not have come back!” she tried to sound accusing, but only blinked back tears.

He wiped the blood from her forehead. “And you… you wouldn’t have come back. Don’t ask me to want to live with that.”

“I’m not asking you to–“ she cut herself off and sighed. “Are you sure you’re alright?”

“No,” he grimaced. “I feel awful and I don’t think I’m going to be slinging fireballs around any time soon. But I’m awake, Iselmyr is still locked away where she should be, and in general I’m alive.”

“I’m not going to argue with alive. Are you going to be able to make it back up the rope?”

“I would love nothing more than to collapse right now, but I would like to try to make it back to the surface before that happens.”

It was a struggle to make it back up the rope, but they managed without any major mishaps. It was evening by the time they limped out of the caverns into the city supporting each other. A woman on the street screamed as she saw the elves and hurried in the opposite direction.

Aloth laughed. “You do look a bit like a ghost, pale white and covered in blood.”

“Well, then,” she smiled, “I request the first site you take me to see, ‘Aelfwine,’ is an inn with a bath.”

“I think I can handle that,” and the two elves turned down the street.

#pillars prompts weekly #pillars of eternity #pillars of eternity fanfic #fanficiton #aloth #watcher amaryllis #fanfic

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thequalityrunaway · 3 years

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Brothers Cloud and Roxas are part of a dwindling breed of guardians known as Invokers. Like dandelion seeds in the wind they wander without rest. But all journeys come to an end. Whether for better or worse.

Attention everyone: read this at once.

Ingredient list: Urban Fantasy Chocobros Cloud and Roxas Griever Friendships Spirit bonds Found Family Eternal ray of sunshine Sora An Avatar-the-Last-Airbender-level of spiritualism Slow burn Dreamscapes Magic Intrigue and Mystery And eventual STRIFEHART

This fanficiton is a labour of love and you will not be disappointed!! Give @virdisdrachen some love for this and definitely read it- tell her Quality sent you.

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bloomsburry-dhazel · 4 years

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CHAPTER IS OUT!

LINKS

AO3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26546752

FANFICITON

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13710531/1/Eternity-in-Her-Eyes

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SERIES: WHEN WOMEN RULE THE WORLD (TO/TVD EDITION)

TITLE: ETERNITY IN HER EYES

HARRY POTTER x THE VAMPIRE DIARIES CROSSOVER

GENRE: ADVENTURE/FAMILY/ACTION/FRIENDSHIP

RATED T

SUMMARY:

Holy Potter is cursed to be reborn again and again the moment she scattered and turned her back to the Deathly Hallows. Now, she is reborn as Bonnie Bennett. She doesn’t remember her previous lives until an accident promptly unlocks her memories.

With the Deathly Hallows place on the most dangerous creatures in her new world, Bonnie makes it her mission to retrieve them with the help of the supernatural army she gathers.

#the vampire diaries #TVD #tvd fandom #TheOriginals #The Originals #bonnie bennett #Harry Potter

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ao3feed-deckerstar · 4 years

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Eternal Flame

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3bfsQVJ

by LostGirl112

Six months have passed since the night Lucifer left and Chloe Decker is still picking up the pieces. Chloe begins to question if the constant signs throughout her day are just a coincidence or a part of a bigger plan. Meanwhile, Lucifer receives concerning news from a familiar face in hell- news that forces him to return home. Original story posted on FanFiciton

Words: 56627, Chapters: 7/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Lucifer (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Chloe Decker, Lucifer Morningstar (Lucifer TV)

Relationships: Chloe Decker/Lucifer Morningstar

Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3bfsQVJ

#deckerstar fanfiction #lucifer fanfiction #lucifer morningstar #chloe decker #IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic

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gavslitty · 6 years

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Update

For those who voted in the fanficiton poll awhile ago, here are the results (So far! You can still vote for which one you would like to see next and I will probably consider doing it next!)

1.) Dead by Daylight AU(oneshot): Michael, Ryan, Gavin, and Geoff are all stranded in a woods, running for their lives from a killer while they try to find a way out of the death trap they stumbled into. Who will survive? 2 Votes

2.) Minecraft AU 1(oneshot or twoshot): Ryan Haywood, very well known as the “Mad King”, has an army he controls with an iron fist. But when he falls in love with one of his soldiers whose sole job is to suicide bomb for the greater good of the country, will he be able to let him go? 0 Votes

3.) Minecraft AU 2(oneshot): Run by one country, the Dark Lord Haywood runs his land by means of labor, highly technological machinery, and harmful gas producing equipment. He believes his way of energy production is far superior than any other. But when the queen of another country, better known as the Solar Queen Gavin Free, shows his hatred towards the way he makes energy, will his solar energy be able to change the Dark Lord’s heart? Or will they be forever enemies? 2 Votes

4.) (Partly done, slight hiatus)X-Ray and Vav AU 1:(Mpreg. Twoshot.) The Mad king is looking to dabble in something new: human experimentation. Of course, the only guinea pig he is interested in is Vav. 5 Votes

5.) King AU:(multichapter) Gavin Free is the king, but not a very good one. Being his bodyguard marks you for death quicker and more painfully than being a solider. When Ryan Haywood is punished for his access fighting among other soldiers, he’s cursed with the job of being the king’s bodyguard, except…the king seems to be a little more than obsessed with him! 2 Votes

6.) Alpha/Omega Universe AU(Something I have never done before, but am interested in trying it out! May or may not be a oneshot): Being the only omega in the office, Gavin is under constant watchful eyes of the many alphas that surround him every day. When one in particular takes it a step too far, who can he count on to protect him? 5 Votes

7.) Minecraft AU 3: (Mpreg, may or may not be just a one-shot or two-shot) Waking up with no memory, the group of six men travel through empty field after empty field with no signs of life. Each one makes their best attempt to provide a fruitful way to help the group out, but when the genius of the bunch comes up with a way to repopulate for a new town, will anyone take the bait, or will they be cursed to wither out and die? 1 Vote

8.)(Working on) X-Ray and Vav AU 2 (multichapter): Through strange turns of events, and plenty of awkward encounters, Mad King and Vav fall for one another, but will they be able to make it work? Or can a villain and a hero never be able to mix? And why is X-Ray so angry? 3 Votes

9.)God AU (oneshot): The Dark God, stricken with admiration and endearment for the Solar Queen, decides to make it his duty to protect his precious light for all eternity. (Featuring Solar Eclipse around the end) 4 Votes https://archiveofourown.org/works/16186562

**(Below are new features)**

10.) Fake AH Crew AU 1 (Not sure how many chapters yet): Gavin is a topnotch hacker, but when one of his buddies gets abducted and held hostage, will he be able to save him before it’s too late? (One-sided RayWood, one-sided Rayvin, mutual FreeWood at the end)

11.) Fake AH Crew AU 2 (probably a two-shot): Ryan has suffered from Dissociative Identity Disorder since he was young, but it never affected him until adulthood. Now with his life being torn apart by himself, he feels like he is at the end--that is, until he finds his coping mechanism in the form of a Brit.

#freewood fanfics #still time to vote if you want #sorry this is taking awhile to do :(#working on it

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liloelsagranger · 7 years

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This is going to be my longest fanfiction and it will contain several chapters. Jessie, James and Meowth need to face hurdles and strokes of fate. Will Jessie be able to forgive this person and will James overcome his personal issues? Will Meowth get a second chance? Drama, love and acceptance. Rocketshipping. Please read and enjoy.

#read #enjoy #fanficiton #fanfic #story #romance #love #rocketshipping #jessie #james #meowth #kojiro #musashi #nyarth #pokemon #team rocket #new #chapter #until all eternity #long #like

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DaveKatWeek Day 2: AU- Target and the Troll

Target and the Troll

@davekatweek

http://archiveofourown.org/users/Miriage/pseuds/Miriage

Your name is Dave Strider and nothing, nothing, good came out of working the late shift at Target.

For one thing, it was hella fucking lonely. Besides the stoners, homeless people, stressed and/or drinking soccer moms, and the obviously drunk college students, the crowd at Target near the hours of twelve A.M. were the types of people who made up Hell. And yes, you meant “Hell” with a capital “H.” Like it was a fucking country and not just the land of the forsaken and the eternally tortured.

But you needed the cash. You needed that sweet, sweet cash to pay for shit. That shit being college. That shit being the shit that was higher education. That shit being the shit that would later lead to more expensive shit but also to more shit that gave you shit.

(And yes, “shit wise” you were still talking about money.)

So yeah, main points: Target sucked and you needed money.

Thus your current situation of having to deal with the horsemen of the modern day apocalypse (soccer moms who needed to one up mom bitches named Brenda at the PT-fucking-A bake sale and stoners who thought the combination of frosting, mustard, pickles, and gluten free blueberry muffins was “the ambrosia of the gods”) was self-explanatory. You guess you should probably count yourself lucky that you have a job that didn’t require much besides standing around, reorganizing messed up shelves (it was definitely a drunk who thought it would be hella-fucking funny to move all the stuffed dogs from the kid’s section and make a doggy-orgy pile in front of the condoms. Though you had to give them props for the creative positions they placed the stuffed fluffed animals in), and explaining to people that no, there was no “manager” they could fucking speak to because you were the only one in the building but even so,

Being the only one working at Target was so,

So,

Fucking,

Lonely.

At least…. until you met Karkat Vantas.

You first met Karkat when he was in the food section of the red bulls-eye superstore.

At first, you had immediately roped him into the top secret, members only, fifth group of twelve A.M. Target shoppers: “The goths trying to be goths while looking goth” group.

And hell, you couldn’t blame him.

His hands were shoved into black mitten-glove things, his legs were covered in the darkest pair of pants that ever dark-ed before, and his face was covered by a drawn up black sweatshirt hoodie.

His appearance threw you off a little (a lot) but none the less you could tell that the poor guy was confused as his head kept swerving from left to right and he was clutching tightly to the Target basket in his hands like it was his “please protect from the bad guys” shield. So, with confident (cautious) steps, you walked over to him and asked him if he needed help. You were surprised when he let out a fucking yelp of all things and turned around so fast that the hoodie fell from his head.

It was only then that you realized he was in the sixth even more coveted group of Target goers who you only heard of in the legendary legends from the deepest, darkest, reaches of “This shit happened at work today” retail stories: Karkat Vantas was part of the “super rare midnight city party kid who somehow stumbled into a Target at a strip mall while still in full costume” group.

And you could totally tell that because he was dressed up like a fucking demon.

And not the sexy, red-hot, “Oh I’m so bad I look good”, demon. This was more of a “I was going for scary but accidentally ended up with cute” demon costume. With two-candy corn colored horns and gray painted on skin, Karkat looked more like he had popped out of an animated episode of “Monster High” (which was the shit shut up Dirk) than an R-rated movie.

“Cool costume.” Was all you said, trying to ease the “Sorry I scared you” tension from before (the guy was practically shaking) “What can I help you find this fine night-soon-to-be-morning?”

Karkat had looked you up and down nervously (with a surprised expression on his face for some fucking reason) before shoving his hand in his pocket to (shakily?) take out a crumpled list that he (even more shakily?) passed to you.

“Everything on this list.” he had muttered.

And that’s how it all began.

After that, Target nights had blended together and you didn’t see McNubs-not-scary-guy for the next few days.

(It was actually three weeks but you weren’t counting.)

But around near the haunting hour, there he was again, wearing all black and fake horns. Only difference was that he was in the book section instead of the food section.

“Do you need any help?” You asked, coming up from behind him (totally not because you recognized his jacket with the cancer sign and had been fucking curious about who he was and where he had come from for the past few weeks.) Just like before, troll-horns jumped and spun around all “Deer in the Headlights” by Owl City style, as if being talked to was equivalent to being zapped by an invisible electric fence (seriously how could people do that to their beloved pets? As effective as it was, if you were a dog with speaking abilities who was being shocked by an un-seeable force daily you would definitely complain about that to your human owners) and stared at you with big, wide, (gigantic?) eyes.

(And no, you were not staring into his eyes. Not that much at least.)

“Just…browsing.” he muttered (shakily?).

You had hoped to get more out of him (though what that “more” was you weren’t sure) but by his blunt, quiet tone you assumed it was your time to high tail it back to the cluttered toy section (some stoner had thought it would be funny to move the lube and hide it between boxes of Barbie’s) and continue with your night-day hybrid hours when you noticed a book in his arms.

A specific book in his arms.

You snorted and couldn’t help the laughter that trickled out of you ten seconds later because the irony was so deep you couldn’t handle it: a goth, costume kid reading a published Twilight fanficiton novel.

“Seriously? ‘Fifty Shades?’” you say. “Out of all the great titles this mythical land of pineapples and five-dollar fidget spinners can offer, you pick the one book that convinced single ladies everywhere that a feather was hot?”

And like that it was like a switch had flicked on because Karkat had “exploded.”

And you didn’t mean combustible liquid began flying everywhere, you meant that words and insults that you never thought was humanly possible poured out of his mouth like hot chocolate sauce down vanilla ice cream.

And you liked to think it was then that you two became “friends.”

Of course Karkat probably didn’t think you two were “friends.”

He probably saw you as that “Annoying Target fucktard who couldn’t leave people alone to buy their shit for one fucking second.” (Actually that was how he saw you as. He even told it to your face more than once.) But to you, Karkat was the one best thing to happen to you since your lonely Target hours had begun.

You liked how he would get all mad and stuff over the books the he proclaimed were “good” even though they looked hella fucking “not good.” You liked how he got all huffy when you caught him in the lube section staring confused at the dog-animal orgy he would sometimes stumble across (“Hot isn’t it nubby?” “Shut up. Will you please just shut the fuck up?”) You liked how he would stare longingly at the triple marked down toys in the kid’s section (you had caught him picking up and putting down one ironic Monster High doll that reminded you of him) and was tempted to even buy him a said triple marked down toy due to how many times you caught him in the aisle (it was only seven dollars and you could totally kiss an hour of minimum wage work away if it could get him to smile. You liked his smile. One time, after you had cracked a hyper-stellar joke to him, you even got him to fucking laugh.)

But most of all, you liked when you and him moved out of the awkward “Leave me the fuck alone” stage and into the “Hey, there you are again” stage.

And after that, the “Hey, fancy seeing you here” stage.

And after that, the “Hey, same time tomorrow?” stage.

And after that, the “Hey, do you want to see who could get to aisle eleven faster in a shopping cart?” stage.

(And you think he liked it to.)

The only thing “weird” about Karkat (after you stopped categorizing him into your mental ‘Target Goers’ groups) was that he always wore the same costume you had first initially saw him in: that same gray painted skin, that same candy-corn colored horns, and those same gloved hands.

Same, same, same.

You were confused as to why he wore it (as there was no fucking way he was going to a costume party in the city every night) but you would always forget to ask him about. That or, when you did (“Another party today Vantas?”) he would always bristle (like a cat) and look nervous and quickly change the topic.

(“Why are these pups still humping here Dave? Seriously do your fucking job right.”)

It confused you to no end why the costume topic of conversation made him so fucking uncomfortable but you decided to ignore it because…. well…

You had gotten to the “I don’t want to make you feel things you don’t like feeling” stage of your relationship.

(It was soon after you realized you were in this stage that you also realized that you were in the super secret, golden, mini-but-harder-than-the final-boss stage of your guys’ relationship:

The “I think I hella fucking want to kiss your cute tiny face” stage.)

(And you think…. Karkat knew it too.)

Then one day, everything changed…And the Fire Nation didn’t even need to attack. In fact, if you were to blame any elemental “nation”, it would be the Water Nation.

It was one A.M. and you were pulling out of the parking lot, a night shift at Target completed and the memories of a certain Vantas dancing through your head (he was blushing like a red thunderstorm when you gave him the Monster High doll that you had hidden and bought when you weren’t on company time. You wished you had taken a picture) when the skies had opened its gaping butthole and in the next five seconds: rain.

Rain as in movie magic rain. Rain as in “Run and check the farmhouse Charlie!” rain. Rain as in the dogs and the cats were not only falling, they were falling while also having sex while also birthing more dogs and cats type of rain.

(On a side note, you were now stuck with that lovely mental image.)

You were driving, water splattering on your windshield, hoping and praying that the drive home would be quick and painless (and deathless, when you saw a figure (ten minute drive, one hour walk out of Target) walking on the side of the road.

It was the cancer jacket that gave him away.

You immediately pulled over and, jumping out of the car, swiftly grabbed onto Vantas, asking (screaming) at him what the hell he thought he was doing and where the hell he thought he was going.

You yelled-asked him if this was what he was doing every night because no, you weren’t an idiot and there was no fucking way he just happened to be “taking a stroll” because the strip mall was in the middle of fucking nowhere.

You yelled-forced him into the car, telling him that you were taking him to your place to dry the fuck off.

The first thing you did when you got into your apartment was tell Vantas to strip (not the sexual kind) and take a shower because there was no way he was catching pneumonia in the House of Strides while Dr. Strider was back in said house. You were still a bit pissy (okay, a lot pissy) that you had caught him walking along the side of the road (as your silent car ride explained anything) but you weren’t going to let your ego get in the way of potential Vantas sick germs.

However, it only served to piss you off more when Karkat instead stubbornly shook his head and told you that he really, really shouldn’t be here and that he was fine. “It’s not like rain is going to fucking kill me Dave,” he mumbled, looking down and tugging at his drenched clothes. “I should be getting home.’

Your response? “Bullshit.”

You practically dragged him to the bathroom (Karkat resisting the whole time) and had to physically sit on him as you switched on the shower. Working quickly (and using your flash steps to their fullest abilities) you managed to grab a towel and push Karkat’s hoodie off of him.

“I’m fine Dave! Get the fuck off of me and keep your hands to yourself!” Karkat was howling in your ear as you shoved said towel on top of his head and rubbed, hard, over his hair and face. He was squirming and you were pretty much straddling him against the toilet but there was no way you were letting him go unless he was stripped (again, not the sexual kind) and dried.

It was only when you removed the towel that you figured out why he was hella fucking resisting and why he was so squirmy. Why he was so desperate and why he was so uncomfortable.

Because when you pulled the towel back you realized his face was still gray.

Because when you brushed you hand over his hair and over his horns, you realized the horns weren’t just on his head.

They were fucking attached.

“I’m cursed.”

That’s what Karkat Vantas told you as he hugged one of your pillows close to his chest and refused to meet your gaze. His arms, no longer covered by black but free for the world to see, were gray. His legs, sticking out of a pair of your boxers were gray. The fingernails on his hands were chipped, as if the had been filed and chewed down like a wild animals’.

And his head still had two horns growing out of it.

“Oh.”

That was all that you said as you took in Karkat, wearing your clothes, in your house, sitting on your couch,

“Oh.”

Karkat laughed bitterly and you could see the pillow in his arms get squeezed tighter to his chest. “Yeah, pretty crazy right?” he said.

“Yeah.” you murmur.

The two of you stay silent as a solitary clock (that you thought was dead) ticks in the background somewhere, as if emphasizing each empty, uncomfortable, unfortunate beat of no sound.

“So um….” you begin to ask.

“How did I get cursed?” Karkat finished.

You nod and move your body closer to Karkat’s, hoping that he didn’t notice, as he (finally) looks at you (albeit sadly.)

“You ever read ‘Beauty and the Beast’?” he asks. You shake your head.

“Nope.” you answer. “Watched the movie though. The original one with animations. Haven’t watched the one with home girl yet.”

That makes Karkat snort. “Seriously? You call Emma Watson ‘home girl’?” he asks and you can’t help but smile slightly.

“Yup. She and Emma Stone were neck-in-neck in the ‘Best Emma’ awards but there’s something that a good Hermione does for me that a dead Gwen Stacy can’t.”

Karkat’s eyes widen and you can see him physically choke on a gasp. “Gwen Stacy dies?!” he says shocked.

You nod (like the movie spoiling sadist you are). “And with it, the reboot of Spiderman.” you say.

Karkat groans and buries his head in his (your) pillow. “Another beautiful movie couple dead by the hands of writers.” he mumbles and you can’t help but laugh when he does.

When he lifts his head up, he’s smiling and calling you a dick.

(You were never more relieved to see that smile.)

“So…. modern day Beauty and the Beast?”

Karkat nods.

“And you got cursed to look like that?”

Karkat nods.

“All because you wouldn’t let a homeless guy into your apartment?”

Karkat nods.

“Huh….” you say looking at him. “So the basic gist is creepy homeless dude knocked at your door, you refused to let him in which, in my opinion makes fucking sense because hell I wouldn’t let a creepy guy into my living abode, and then creepy guy cursed you to look like that until…. Until what?”

Karkat blushes and looks away. “Dave you saw the movie.”

The realization dawns on you a second too late.

“Findtruelove.” Karkat says quickly the same second you say, “You cannot be serious.” Karkat nods again.

“Yup. One hundred percent serious in the fucking business here Dave. True love and other bullshit by the time I turn eighteen or I’m cursed ……f-forever.”

“Oh.”

The words basically fall from your mouth. In fact, you can see the words basically fall from your mouth and you can feel yourself become a little warmer because really how cliché is that? Your…. Karkat had to find true love and shit in order to break the curse on him that made him look like an adorable monster-not-monster.

True love.

“How old are you-?” you begin to ask and there’s a second where you think Karkat can see the hopeful expression on your face because your leaning in a little closer to ask and-

He shakes his head.

“Dave,” he says sadly, “I’m twenty.”

Oh.

He looks at you and looks back down. “Yeah. Curse is permanent now Dave. Fucking over and out. I’m stuck looking like this for-fucking-ever. Stuck looking all weird and shit for the rest of my shitty existence. Romance is dead, you were right all along.”

Oh.

It’s silent between the two of you and that fucking clock begins to mock you again with its tick-ery. (You were going to murder that clock’s babies if it had the eggs to make said babies.)

“So….” You finally say, after the ticking makes you want to throw yourself into lava for the fourth time and Karkat’s frozen stiffness makes you want to hug him till he turns cherry red. “Does this mean…. I can’t….”

You swallow the lump in your throat and force your hands to stop shaking as you lay the one closest to Karkat on his leg, “Can’t…y’know….”

“…Ask you…out?”

It’s like the air gets sucked out of the room the fucking second you said that because Karkat looks up and gives you such a look that makes your insides melt and your heart go all ‘doki-doki-I-love-you” mode.

“…. what?” he asks, clearly shocked. “What did you just say?”

You gulp again and repeat yourself with what you could only hope was a “I’m fucking serious” look on your face, telling him that you wanted to ask him out. That you really really wanted to ask him out. That you really really really had been dying to date him but hadn’t grown the metaphoric balls to do it for so fucking long.

“I like you Karkat.” you say. “You have a shitty taste in books, you always ask if we have Tim-Tams even though Target doesn’t fucking supply them, your face lights up like Christmas whenever you find a new Monster High doll, your beating me by six points in the ‘Great Shopping Cart Race’, and you’re just so fucking great and I really like you.”

Karkat is basically tearing up when you finish your talking spiel and you take this moment to lift your thigh touching hand and wrap it around his shoulder.

“I’m sorry this is coming two years too late but please Karkat Vantas, please go out with me.”

He is in tears as he says yes.

You wonder how long it had been stewing and building in Karkat. This, “I’m going to be alone forever” stewing.

This “No one will ever love me” stewing.

This “I’m going to die alone” stewing.

(This part scares you the most. The thought of Karkat, alone at age eighty, thinking back on what could’ve been and sitting alone by a window sill.)

You can still sometimes see it in Karkat’s eyes when he thinks your not looking. When you get up to take a piss or grab more juice and find him with his (your) pillow in his hands being choked to death.

It’s in those moments when you pull him closer to you, when you kiss his horns then his hair then his cheek then his lips softly, that you hope he hears your unspoken words of I love you.

Your name is Dave Strider and there was one good thing that came out of working the night shift at Target.

And that was meeting Karkat Vantas.

#ooh!!#miriage #day two #fic #DaveKat Week 2017 #submission

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redheadspark · 7 months

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Grumpy Vs. Sunshine Session

Hello Lovelies!

I know I just ended the Halloween Prompt Session, but I stumbled across a GREAT prompt list and I HAD to make it into a mini session for certain!

I think you all will like it :)

This Session's Theme is:

Grumpy Vs. Sunshine

Here are my rules:

1.) You may choose ONE character from my list Here. It’ll have the list of characters that I write for or have written for in the past.

*(If you have a character not listed that you wish for me to write, PLEASE MESSAGE ME AND CLEAR IT WITH ME FIRST TO SEE IF I CAN OR WILL DO IT!)*

2.) There are Two Prompt lists for this session, please provide the lines you wish for me to use, one from the grumpy list and one from the sunshine list

Example: May I have Aziel from ACOTAR with, "You know I love you, right?" and "See, I told you there's some good in you!"

*I write out the requests as a first come first serve. I will try my best to fulfill every request that comes my way, but please bear in mind I work full-time as a teacher. Because of that, I’ll be busy most of the day so please be patient and I’ll write in my spare time as much as I can :) *

3.) If I get two requests that are exactly the same, (same character and same number) I will only write it once! Please don't be afraid to ask if someone has already requested the character and number, I don't mind answering that for you :)

4.) You can request in my ASK box neither as yourself or anonymously. Although I would LOVE to give you a shout if you request as yourself, anon is perfectly fine!

5.) I will stop taking requests for this prompt session on Friday, October 27th, at 3:00pm PST (Pacific Standard Time)

6) Have fun and enjoy :)

Prompt list created by @poohsources

from the grump

❛ how can you be this cheery already? we haven't even had breakfast. ❜

❛ just don't make a big deal out of this. ❜

❛ you know i love you, right? ❜

❛ i know, alright, i know i'm an asshole. but i'm trying here. ❜

❛ i'm sorry. i didn't mean what i said earlier. ❜

❛ do you always have to be so damn optimistic? ❜ ❛

nobody has ever made me feel the way you do. ❜

❛ there's no way in hell i'm doing that. ❜

❛ i'm not good with this whole stupid feelings thing. ❜

❛ you make me want to be better. you make me want to be good. ❜

❛ can't you just move on and forget about it already? ❜

❛ i'm only doing this because you asked me to. ❜

❛ you're the only one who has ever believed in me. ❜

❛ you won't stop this until i say 'yes', will you? ❜

❛ how are you so happy all the time? ❜

❛ until i met you, I never thought i would be capable of that. ❜

❛ you're the polar opposite of me. ❜

❛ whatever. i didn't think you'd care anyway. ❜

❛ your optimism might be starting to rub off on me. ❜

❛ why don't you give up on me like everyone else? ❜

from the sunshine

❛ come on, it's gonna be fun! ❜

❛ see? i told you there's some good in you. ❜

❛ you should smile more. you have such a beautiful smile. ❜

❛ i'm so excited! there's so much i have planned for us. ❜

❛ i was just trying to do something nice for you. ❜

❛ do you always have to be so pessimistic? ❜

❛ stop being so stubborn. i'm trying to help you. ❜

❛ i knew there was a big softie under all that tough exterior. ❜

❛ i always feel better with you by my side. ❜

❛ sometimes you should let others in. ❜ ❛

light up, [name]. we're gonna be here for a while. ❜

❛ why is it so difficult for you to accept a compliment? ❜

❛ stay? i just ... don't want to be alone right now. ❜

❛ just because i'm generally a happy person doesn't mean i can't have an off day. ❜

❛ i'm not some helpless little girl/boy! ❜

❛ you're not gonna get rid of me that easily. ❜

❛ stop that. i don't want you to talk about yourself like this. ❜

❛ of course, i remember! i remember everything you told me. ❜

❛ let's go outside and dance in the rain. ❜

❛ you don't mean that, do you? ❜

Once again, this prompt session will close and I will no longer take requests on Friday, October 27th, at 3:00pm PST

Thanks and happy writing and requesting!

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letscrybaby4ever-blog · 6 years

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This is just a teaser for my upcoming sims 2 let’s play!

#the sims 2 #sims 2 legacy #sims 2 gameplay #sims 2 series #trailer #teaser #eternal winter #christmas #sims 2 au fanficiton #let's play #gameplay #walkthrough #sims 2 all in one #no commentary #slideshow #sub4sub #youtube #youtube channel #sims 2 prosperity challenge

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redheadspark · 3 days

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May Prompt Sessions

Hello, my Lovelies!

Can you believe we are already in May?! Where has this year gone?! I don't know about you, but I am lowkey not ready for summer to be here soon, but that's okay!

I'm ready for another prompt session for you guys! I have nothing but love for all of you for sending in requests and reading my work these past years, it means the world to me!

This Prompt Session theme is:

Show Dont Tell

Here are my rules:

1.) You may choose ONE character from my list Here. It’ll have the list of characters that I write for or have written for in the past.

*(If you have a character not listed that you wish for me to write, PLEASE MESSAGE ME AND CLEAR IT WITH ME FIRST TO SEE IF I CAN OR WILL DO IT!)*

2.) There is only One Prompt list for this session, you can request the number you wish for me to write. Please provide BOTH the numbers you would like AND the character to pair it with.

Example: May I have Aziel from ACOTAR with #5?

4.) You can request in my ASK box neither as yourself or anonymously. Although I would LOVE to give you a shout if you request as yourself, anon is perfectly fine!

5.) I will stop taking requests for this prompt session on Sunday, May 12th, at 3:00 PST

6) Have fun and enjoy :)

Prompt List created by @writing-promptsss

making them meals/snacks

sneaking cute notes in their lunchbox/backpack/bags/bedroom/food cabinets/closet

remembering the important dates

remembering the little details about them

preparing a washbowl with warm water or a bath with warm water after they come home from a hard and cold day

preparing a special date night on the weekends

taking them out shopping and paying for the things they want

thinking of their s/o's needs before their own

preparing them cool beverages when they come home after a hot day

doing the dishes/chores when their s/o is tired

taking them out on a picnic

kissing them randomly

endless hugs and cuddles

giving them flowers

cheek/temple kisses in public

hugging them in public/holding hands in public

actively listening to what they're saying

not interrupting them when they are talking/doing something

asking them how they're doing/how their day was

sending cute texts

being their biggest fan

breakfast in bed

being their steady rock when they're having a tough time

letting go of arguments

doing anything to make their s/o laugh/smile (even if it means making a fool of themselves)

asking about their opinion

sharing everything with them

bringing them an umbrella to work/school if it's raining or driving them home if they have a car

driving their s/o home after work/school whenever they have the time (if they have a car)

Once again, I will no longer take requests on Sunday, May 12th, at 3:00 PST. Thanks and happy requesting!

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