#fake fic

[indiaalphawhiskey]

fake fic title! "crescent moons fix broken hearts"

would love it if it could be hl? 👀

Sorry this took so long! I really needed to write something today to flex the muscle, I hope you and @awesomefringey (who submitted the t-shirt pic) like it. 🥰 (I tried to post this twice with a moodboard but Tumblr wouldn’t let me. 😒)

🌙 Crescent Moons Fix Broken Hearts

Sitting in the en suite of the lavish hotel room, the soft lighting of the vanity illuminating the planes of his face, Harry let the radical irony of what he was about to do wash over him.

It was a weird thing, he realized, this feeling of waiting for a moment your entire life – preserving it, building it up – only to have it finally, finally come in a form so different it was almost laughable.

Not almost. Harry did laugh.

Half because he caught sight of his ridiculously nervous expression in the mirror, and half because apparently, one minute someone could be the perfect pure, virginal (if a little sexually frustrated) Omega groom-to-be fitting their bespoke wedding suit in at a highly exclusive designer shop, and three days later, be that very same Omega, revenge and wildly expensive tequila shooting through their veins as they booked their would-have-been honeymoon suite to have raunchy sex with an Alpha they’d hired specifically to finally deflower them, once and for all.

Turns out getting dumped in a Saville Row dressing room because one’s ex-fiancé thought they were quote, “an uppity, frigidly cold fish who he probably had no sexual chemistry with anyway”, unquote, really lit a fire under one’s arse.

Harry flared his nose in anger, his thoughts murderous as images of his beautiful, wasted wedding invitations danced back into his mind, haunting him. His cheeks began their now familiar pinkening with his remembered humiliation, and then…

A soft knock unfortunately interrupted Harry’s montage of fantastic daydreams of running over every single one of his ex-fiancé’s prized watches to the intro of Led Zeppelin’s Immigrant Song.

“Come in,” he called out gently – or as gently as one could through gritted teeth.

As the door slid away, the unfamiliar, unassuming coolness of rosemary and sage rolled in slowly. Harry wasn’t used to it; accustomed to sharing spaces with the scent of warm whiskey and leather layered with that wretchedly expensive cologne Harry had always hated.

But back to the sage.

Sage, and rosemary, and cedar, and… he let the last note tickle his nose as he tried to name it.

“Are you okay?” Louis Tomlinson asked.

… and soap, Harry realized, oddly comforted even as he wondered whether the name was a pseudonym; wondered if it was standard procedure to print such a convincing alias on a discreet calling card that would eventually be passed across an elegant brunch table at the Dorchester.

(‘Niall, don’t be absurd,’ Harry had sniffed, trying his best to push the card back towards him without making a scene. ‘Jesus, just be normal and introduce me to one of your investment bankers, or something.’

Niall had given him a long, silent, and completely unimpressed look in response, glancing down at the engagement ring Harry was still wearing, if only to make a point. Ouch.

‘Harry, trust me. After this shitshow, you of all people deserve an orgasm on the first go. Treat yourself.’)

“I’m alright.” The polite platitude was out of his mouth accompanied by a reserved smile through the mirror before he could stop it.

It wasn’t like he could tell the truth anyway; not like he could say, ‘No, actually. I’m fucking livid, because a week ago I was about to be married, and today my financial manager called to ask if my credit card had been stolen because there was a suspicious charge from RoyaLT Enterprises for a ‘Platinum Package – All Inclusive’ on it when I was assured this service would be discreet, goddamnit!’

He bit his tongue, mostly because Harry didn’t tell Louis about the jilting; had decided against it the moment he had clicked ‘Platinum’, the description reading ‘two-week session with certified heat coach (Alpha) focused on scent familiarity, building sexual rapport, and discussing intimacy needs in addition to agreed heat cycle partnership.’

A virgin who had saved himself for marriage only to be jilted a week before his wedding because he was, in fact, a virgin, paying for sex and intimacy, trapped in a room with someone who really shouldn’t be as attractive as he had turned out to be… It had all just felt a little too humiliating.

Which, speaking of…

“Sorry,” Harry blurted out softly now, slowly coming to his senses. He turned to face Louis, his eyes widening. “We’re… we’re on the clock, aren’t we? Am I… I’m wasting your time?”

Louis chuckled softly – kindly, really – and casually leaned against the door frame, crossing his ankles. He was shirtless, Harry only now realized, as he watched him slip both hands into the pockets of his silk pajama bottoms, making them ride dangerously low against his happy trail.

Louis shook his head. “You’re supposed to take your time, get comfortable with me.” He raised his hand to gesture to himself – what he was wearing, and then the space between them. “This is all part of it.” He grinned wide, and Harry had noticed he was handsome when they’d met, but the genuine warmth of his smile is what made it. (Well, his smile, and his abs, and the still respectable but no less impressive hint of a bulge in his pajama bottoms…) “It’s called the boyfriend package for a reason.”

Funny, Harry thought then, feeling just a little bit… well, a little bit wet. He’d never had a boyfriend who looked quite like this.

Niall’s wise words began to reverberate in his mind: ‘Treat yourself.’

Harry bit back a cheeky smile. He intended to.

— Or, When Harry Styles did things, he did them right. Why should losing his virginity be any different?

#fake fic titles #fake fic #iaw drabbles #I just really needed to write something today #because I missed it

[givemaycoffee]

You know you *want* to indulge me (us).

🐑: #mutual one-sided pining #is the analogy the dagger or the lemon

Percy literally fell over laughing.

“It’s not funny,” Keyleth growled, but the red blotches on her cheeks undermined her tone.

“Life has—” he wheezed, not quite containing more giggles “—literally given you lemons Keyleth. So many lemons.”

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In which Percy and Keyleth try to decide what to do when life gives you too many lemons for even lemonade to suffice, and the twins getting involved is really not helping anyone’s composure.

the fake fic ask game

#asks #ask game #insomnikat-mused #fake fic #perc’ahlia #vaxleth #Percy de rolo #keyleth #Vox machina #ALRIGHT SO. this would be a best friendship fic on top of a romantic fic #interestingly I think Vax brings the dagger to the Vaxleth metaphor and Percy brings it to the Perc’ahlia metaphor #it would a fun little parallel fic for the two ships - exploring alllll of their pining #the romance would Not be resolved in this fic #but damn would it be Right There You Idiots #I think Vax is most like to cut to the chase (dagger) #but Keyleth is avoidant #and Percy uses the dagger to obfuscate actually

[curator-on-ao3]

(Fake fic, real fun)

Here and Now

Christopher Pike/Liam Shaw

14 chapters, 56,389 words, M

Summary: Chris is afraid of the future. Liam is afraid of the past. But, in the present, they’ve found each other.

Tags: temporal transporters, dipshit meets horsegirl, Chris learns to make deep-dish pizza, uniforms are not uniform, nobody dies/everybody lives/nobody deadnames, background Una/Seven, Cerritos fly-by, Saavik says hi, emotional hurt/comfort, nebulae are good for thinking, and so are the captain’s quarters, eventual smut

#fake fic #liam shaw #christopher pike #christopher pike/​liam shaw #anything can happen in star trek fanfiction

[insomnikat-mused]

🐑 tags: canon divergent, side hussles, get that bread, team 7 shenanigans

"For soap," Sakura hissed as she postured and dragged the zipper of her top down slowly.

She needed this. After weeks of living and sleeping outdoors, she needed a warm bath and a fluffy blanket. Unfortunately, the budget for their mission had sorely underestimated the inflation rates in the city. They couldn't even pay Sai's bail after he insulted and got into a fight with the hotel security.

"For ramen," Naruto murmured to himself as he-- no, Sakura couldn't bring herself to look. "Hey. Where do you think Kakashi-sensei went?"

the fake fic ask game.

#😂😂😂 #spoilers: they're changing into clown costumes. Or furry mascots. What happens in this nonexistent fic stays nonexistent #i had to stop and remind myself this is JUST a summary #ask game #team 7 #fake fic #naruto prompt

[innytoes]

🐝: You Should See Me in a Crown

You Should See Me in a Crown

Even though her life sounded like some kind of fucked up fairy tale - father died, wicked stepmother, cruel stepsiblings and all, Carrie didn't need talking mice or a fairy godmother. Carrie Wilson was going to that ball, she was going to dazzle, and she was going to network her way out of her current, shitty situation. Between her fashion designs, her singing voice, her smarts, and her dance moves, she wasn't going home without a job offer. Preferably in a nice kingdom far, far away.

She hadn't meant to actually fall for the prince. And she certainly hadn't meant for him to fall in love with her, either.

#julie and the phantoms #fake fic #carriexreggie #I'm just picturing Reggie hiding behind a giant potted plant or something to scarf down some finger food in peace #and he hears Carrie networking and/or absolutely tearing someone to shreds and he's like: her I wanna get to know her #fairytale au #I am not writing a thing #I wrote a thing #carrie like: fuck fairytales. ... except this one time because damn I look good in a crown and this himbo wants to hear my policy ideas

[leiawritesstories]

idk if you're still taking these but "how unfortunate" for the fake fic asks please?

Y'know...this is giving me ideas. thank you, dear anon ;)

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Rowan Whitethorn sat in the hazy, low-lit bar, nursing a bourbon in his lonely seat at the end of the polished wooden bartop. Over at the register, the effusive blonde tending the bar barked out a laugh at something a patron had quipped, his million-dollar grin flashing in the muted lighting. Ah, Fenrys. That boyo had a way with making the money flow smoother than the drinks he poured, he did.

As if summoned by Rowan's musings, Fen sidled down to where his friend slouched, dark eyes inquisitive. "Alright there, Whitethorn?"

"Fine." The single syllable came out a touch more dismissive than he'd intended.

Fen, though, knew him too well. "Not that I want to push you or anything," he began, his glance darting leftwards, "but there's a woman a few booths down who's been sitting there alone for a good hour, give or take."

Rowan just shrugged. "So?"

"So," Fen beamed, swiping Rowan's glass, "you're gonna go over there like the gentleman I know you are, you're gonna greet her and ask if she wants some company, and then you're gonna buy her a drink, because whatever pin-headed prick that stood her up like that deserves to stumble in here an hour and a half late to find that stunning woman enjoying your company."

"Godsdammit," Rowan grumbled, reluctantly pushing himself off the barstool. "Thought I told you no more interfering, Fen."

"This isn't interfering," Fen beamed. "It's what a gentleman should do." He cocked his head. "Go on, champ."

Muttering a string of choice words, Rowan did indeed stroll down the row of booths and did indeed find a stunningly gorgeous woman sitting alone in one booth, her blonde brows deeply furrowed as she stared at her phone screen. Gods burn him, she was gorgeous.

A little awkwardly, Rowan cleared his throat. The woman's head shot up, her piercing turquoise gaze finding his. "Hi?" she offered, slightly wary.

"Hey." Rowan rubbed the back of his neck. "I, uh, gods, I'm gonna sound like a complete idiot, but my friend's tending bar tonight and he told me to come be a gentleman and I guess--hi, I'm Rowan, can I buy--"

"Aelin!" Completely ignoring Rowan's presence, a brunette man of average height and build slid into the booth opposite the woman--Aelin, her name was Aelin--his flushed cheeks and heaving breath indicating his obvious rush into the bar. "Gods, I'm so sorry, traffic was hell and my boss made me stay over."

Aelin reached across the table and squeezed the man's hands, her lips curving up into a small smile. "Hey, babe, it's okay, I know your boss is a total dick."

Rowan melted backwards, disappearing into the crowded haze of the bar, head spinning a mile a minute.

So...Aelin had a boyfriend.

How unfortunate.

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TAGS: (updated taglist! please lmk if you want to be added or removed!)

@live-the-fangirl-life

@superspiritfestival

@thegreyj

@wordsafterhours

@elentiyawhitethorn

@morganofthewildfire

@backtobl4ck

@rowanaelinn

@house-of-galathynius

@tomtenadia

@julemmaes

@swankii-art-teacher

@charlizeed

@booknerdproblems

@chronicchthonic14

@earthtolinds

@goddess-aelin

#ask #fake fic titles #but it has *potential* #hehehehe #thank you anon #my writing #fake fic #how unfortunate

[hedwig-dordt]

🐝 These Divine Lies

Elementary fic: A case! Sherlock gets a call from an old associate from London, asking him to look into a statuette of Isis that is offered to the Petrie Museum. And the secondary puzzle to solve: how does Marcus Bell fit into his and Joan's lives?

(I kinda want to read it now?)

#ask box answered #fake fic #elementary #elementary prompt

[myreputatioooon]

I can't be bothered to make an actual fic series so take this fake one instead. BTW if you wanna use this yourself, your more than welcome to.

Please just credit me as the one to come with this idea even through you don't have to

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[ Fuck You : The Series ]

(§) The Shards have seen many-a-worlds over their quest for eternity, some holding very, very interesting qualities in their species, and if warped they could prove excellent components to creating Data.

OR: I use the Entities being dicks as an excuse to make em shove several fanfic tropes into the WormVerse. Despair ensues.

A/N: Expect each installment to be non-chronological, non-linear, canon-compliant(?), and contradicting snippets told in episodic format since I can't be bothered to wrap my head around just how much any of these additions to the cape scene would in turn change canon.

Fuck You ★ OmegaVerse AU

In one version of the multiverse, keeping a secret identity is pretty easy. Just wear a mask, cover up features unique to you in particular unless your power says fuck you to that and bam! You a whole new person to everybody else!

Here? Pretty much the same if you ignore the secondary sexes. Alpha, Omega, Beta, and the many variants inbetween. And also the ruts and heats. And the pheromones *shivers*

Scion save the medical industry— OH WAIT.

End A/N: Fun fact about my parahuman omegaverse if you haven't noticed yet, consistency is dead!

One omega is a murder machine towards parahumans and normies who aren't pack and the other has a glorified sweat.

As similar as two parahuman's secondary sexes may be, their own personal biology is tailor made to be unique to them alone and often to make them suffer even further (if i care to do that that is, teehee!)

Fuck You ★ Soulmate AU

The Shards of this realm have managed to create an ever bigger mess than those who brought the Omegaverse to humanity.

How? Though soulmates. I'm talking the kinds with timers counting down to the meeting, the ones that share each other's pain, the ones where the first has a tattoo of the second's first words to them who in turn hears any music the first listens too, the three plus soulmates, the platonic, the familial, the enemies, everything you have already and never seen before! Throw it all into a blender! ALL OF IT! WITNESS AS THE CAPE SCENE GETS FUCKED OVER AGAIN AND AGAIN BY THE ENTITIES MATCHMAKING!!!!!!!

Also um uhhh . . . Civilians get caught up in the soulmates bullshit too, but in every pair or more starts with at least one member is a cape lmao. That or a member is 100% without fail going to become a parahumans.

End A/N: yeah soulmates are Legos here. Typically it's two or more bound to one another by one or more means but it can be anything

One parahuman and their biological family tied with fifteen soulbinds each unique to each person. A whole parahuman gang who's marks only come complete after joining as one

Soul enemies who become stronger together and use that strength to do each other in

Biotinker creations with a Lifespan tied to a civilian who in turn cannot be more than 5 feet away from another parahuman tasked with killing the biotinker creations in question

There's so much more ideas I could give but I can't come up with them all right now and maybe I'll come up with some cruel, cruel ideas to use or you will come up with something I'll use

The omegaverse and adjacent stuff will also still be a thing here but not for every parahuman just some of them (unlucky lmao)

Since I'm feeling extra kind, the next chapter will feature Coil & Piggot being in the know about being one another's soulmates ;) Love ya!

#Fake fic #fake fanfic #Worm #Parahumans #worm au #Omegaverse #soulmates #parahumans au #Worm spoilers #parahuman spoilers

[thescholarlystrumpet]

Made-up fic title! “Calling for My Soul at the Corners of the World” (feeling some old Tori Amos today!)

oooh that is a fantastic title...

Honestly my first thought for this was basically the plot of Covenant of Salt (HIGHLY recommend btw) which is heart broken Crowley literally trying to run from his feelings (to exotic locales where Aziraphale follows so they can fuck about it).

So, in order to go in a totally different direction: Human AU where Crowley and Aziraphale meet online while living in really separate areas of the world. Crowley is doing research on plant life in the Amazon and Aziraphale is doing research for a book on matrilineal communities in New Guinea. They both have trouble with keeping a "normal" sleep schedule and they both like to play an online game sort of like Animal Crossing but its set in the realms of "Heaven" and "Hell."

Though Aziraphale plays an Angel and Crowley a Demon, they find that they end up helping each other out a lot since they are awake at odd hours when others are not. They get to voice chatting when Crowley has working wifi and bond over being apart from their homes, growing up with religious trauma (which is what drew both of them to the game). They slowly fall in love (though neither has said it out loud).

When Aziraphale's research is done, he is going home to Soho to write. Crowley has to decide if he will try to get his research grant renewed or let himself take a chance on coming back to London and actually meeting the man of his dreams in person. And potentially fucking it all up, if Aziraphale doesn't actually feel the same....

#idk #make of it what you will #fake fic #good omens #tmi tuesday #i hope you like it!

[sulky-valkyrie]

For the fake title game: Spirit Healing? More like Spirit Help Anders get a Date!

(I’m so sorry [not really] I’m throwing crack at you and hoping something sparks 🤣😘)

Have a terrible limerick:

A man with a ghost in his mind Sat in his clinic and pined He yearned for that Hawke To the point that he'd gawk 'Til Justice decreed, "Love is blind."

#asks and answers #fake fic #i may be a writer #but I am NOT a poet #terrible poetry #ignore the black non-italics #i tried to fix it SIX TIMES and it just kept moving to another line

[beardyboyzx]

for the fake fic title thingy: oceans and beaches. (you can pick the rest for whatever you feel like)

Oceans and Beaches by beardyboyzx

wc: 42k | rating: NR relationship: Harry/Louis written for @onlythebravest

It isn’t exactly like Harry has hoped it would be.  Going back to the United Kingdom after travelling the world with his parents is supposed to be an event that makes his heart full — something that makes him finally find himself in his roots.   Maybe all the time spent jumping from one country to another has made him unable to keep still. To let himself enjoy a bit of stability, the mundanity of a routine. Or, maybe, he just needs to find a place he can call home. — Or: After being back in the UK for only half a month, Harry decides to pack again and do what he knows best: flying out, hopeful for a place that will give him a reason to stay. Arriving at an island, deep into a natural paradise, he meets someone. A man who reminds him of all the oceans he's seen with his overwhelming strength and depth, and who may be able to help Harry figure out what he really wants in life

Send me a title and I'll write a fake fic summary for you!

#fake fic #thank you for your ask!!! #I hope you'll like it! #fake summary

[hey-hamlet]

Fic title: Your Dad's the Devil?!!

Ohh, def a Marimashta! Iruma-kun au! Izuku's deadbeat dad sells him to a demon lord. Yagi is a surprisingly nice guy who just wanted a son without all the hassle of finding a wife and - ugh - procreating. Plus, if someone sucked enough to sell their kid then he, objectively, couldn't be a worse option in the parental department.

Izuku's first day of school sees:

his new dad embarrassing him in front of a whole school

him finding out said dad is the PRINCIPAL - then coming to the realisation that, because hierarchy here is based almost exclusively on strength, his dad must be terrifying. which is wild considering he's as thin as a rake with sunflower hair.

the youngest son of the Iida clan challenging him to a duel to the death, losing, and swearing eternal fealty to Izuku when he spares his life.

him getting sorted into the problem class, 1A for said first-day duel

accidentally turning his shit scary teacher into a cute little kitty cat

becoming aware that the father of one of his classmates has been attempting to kill his father for about a century to no avail. Also - they're apparently best friends? this means he gets challenged to his second duel to the death of the day.

#is it just me or is the text editor for answering asks on desktop super busted rn??? #hum #anyway! #asks #ask game #(neither open nor closed. try me.) #welcome to demon school izuku au #bnha au #fake fic

[roosterbruiser]

High infidelity for the made up fic title with rooster

ohhhh YEAAAHHHH

I'm feeling like you're the married one. and it's not a terrible marriage--just one you jumped into when you were way too young. and as respectful of the sanctity of marriage Bradley is, when he sees you? oh, he knows that's all going out the window.

the two of you come together one night after a bit too much to drink and then just don't stop coming together. between little rendezvous and shitty hotels and different dorms on different bases, the two of you get to know each other physically. but somewhere in between all of that, you've fallen in love with those big hands and those brown eyes. and he's certainly fallen for you too--practically drooling at the thought of you marrying him.

would be very sexy but would get VERY angsty when it comes to crunch time--AKA getting caught, confessing, separating, feeling guilt.

but would end with the two of you together :)

#m answers #fake fic #bradley rooster bradshaw

[cr0g-0]

A Guild On How To Get A Giant Family

(no angst plz)

-Plant

>:) ask and you recieve

A Guide On How To Get A Giant Family

Ranboo was utterly lost. He usually has a good idea of where he’s going when delivering his bosses packages.

He does not know why his boss sent him to the giant forest this time- the package wasn’t even a package-it was an envelope

Ranboo is also an orphan and he need to get back to the orphanage before Puffy begins to worry about his whereabouts.

While he’s walking he hears loud, loud footsteps and he realizes that he’s doing one of two things involving this delivery.

One. He’s going through the giant’s woods and to the next city over. Doesn’t make sense they could have given him a cart if they wanted it delivered fast

Two. He’s going into the woods and delivering it to the giants that live in the woods.

That is the more likely of the two.

So Ranboo steels his nerves and waits for the giant to find him on the large dirt pathway

The giant kneels down and asks Ranboo his name and what in primes name is he doing out here so late and all alone? He’ll catch his death out here’

Ranboo responds and says he has to deliver a package

The giant shakes his head and says that Ranboo should come with him, rest the night and then he can go back on his way.

Ranboo hesitantly accepts and the giant says his name is Wilbur and that Ranboo needn’t worry

All the rumors about wilbur and his family are false. They’re all nice people and would never hurt any human ever.

It starts to rain and Wilbur makes sure Ranboo doesn’t get wet because he would feel really bad if he and his package got soaked

They get to wilburs house and Ranboo hides in Wilbur’s hands more and four other giants come rushing over and Wilbur has to tell them to pipe down

Ranboo appreciates the hospitality and is also offered dinner.

Wilbur offers to start making dinner and the other four watch Ranboo.

They all introduce themselves. The blond one says his name is Tommy, the short brunet says his name is Tubbo, the tall one, who looks like Wilbur, says her name is Eret and the tallest and scariest says his name is Techno.

After an hour Ranboo starts to feel incredibly safe.

They go to eat dinner and Wilbur asks out of curiosity, why someone so young is out delivering packages.

Ranboo explains that he’s an orphan, not noticing how everyone’s eyes seemed to sharpen and there smiles turned to frowns.

He reassures them that its fine and he never new his oarents

They all decide to play some bored games for a while and have a fun time before Ranboo starts to fall asleep.

When he wakes up he’s fast asleep on Wilbur’s chest, all the others curled up and sleeping around him.

He feels happy and loved and protected by a real family.

Maybe he can stay a day longer.

So he does and they repeat yesterday and he wakes up surrounded by the kind giants once more.

He looks at the package and, because he knows how to reseal an envelope, decides he wants to take a peek when the others also egg him on to look

Hes in total shock when he sees what its about

Its about him and how the orphanage can no longer house him and how effective immediately he is to be moved to the orphanage in the city.

Ranboo looks like he wants to cry because he doesn’t wanna leave his new family and they’re all touched

Wilbur gently scoops up Ranboo and smiles.

“You can live with us Ranboo. Your already out family now!”

Ranboo is adopted that very next day. The people from the orphanage are about ready to shit themselves when they see five giants adopting Ranboo but Puffy is happy for him

Puffy is mainly proud he found where he belongs

#smog ramble #mcyt g/t #ask game #fake fic

[jessicanjpa]

Fake Fic Title: Stupid Lamb

Mort Ality is a farmer who's raised some strange animals in his time. But this new lamb Bella has him scratching his head. She's always digging her way out under the fence at night to run with dangerous predators. One night it's a local pack of timber wolves and the next night it's a stalking mountain lion. Mort can't decide which is stranger—the the fact that she's still alive or the fact that she won't stay in the safety of her pen. Why can't she just accept what she is?

(See the ask game here)

#Inbox #Ask game #Bella #Animal AU #Fake Fic

[indiaalphawhiskey]

I remember reading a summary for a fic where louis kept saving harry's life everytime they they met? might have been different lives too... was it you? I love the concept, I was so sad when I realised it was just a summary, not leading to a fic. Still, I'd love to reread said summary if it was indeed yours?

Hello darling!

Yes, I think it’s one of those fake fic titles I’d done. Hope it’s the right one!!

🔮One Million Futures (and in All of Them, You)

#iaw ask #iaw anonymous #fake fic