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cherriesxinthespring · 2 months

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WASTELAND, BABY!– ellie williams x reader

hi! I'm writing a new series that happens after the events of TLOU II. it's an enemies to lovers. A story about ellie eventually finding happiness and love again. She finds her light; and so do you.

Before you read the summary– please read this. Free Palestine. Do not consume tlou fanfics without educating yourself about its zionist themes.

this story is only posted on ao3. read it here.

*SUMMARY: You had decided to give life one last try. That was it. After the events in The Last of Us Part II, Ellie decides that the only way to find peace is to turn herself in to the fireflies. She finds a lead; they tell her to find you, a young woman who wanders around with no purpose. When she eventually does, you refuse to tell her where the fireflies are; if she finds them, everything that you did in your past would've been for nothing.

You embark on a journey together, walking through rain, snow and through the darkest places this cruel world has to offer. What neither of you expect, broken and traumatized, is to find the light again in each other.

"For the world is Hell, and people are on the one hand the tormented souls and on other the devils in it." (Schopenhauer, On the suffering of the world)

LINKS: read it here. playlist.

C.W/GENERAL TAGS: enemies to lovers, AFAB reader, eventual smut, gun violence, ellie kinda kidnaps you?, suicidal ideation (both ellie and reader), r! is wounded, PTSD and trauma, triggering flashbacks. canon violence in the game, depression. overall heavy themes, but happy ending i promise!

CHAPTER 1: One last try. You encounter Ellie. She follows the trail of blood you were leaving. You refuse to give her the information she wants. So, she drags you through the entire state of Montana. "You’re bold for someone unarmed and bruised, with a gun pointed to their head"

CHAPTER 2: Courage, dear heart. A small flame inside you ignites. you finally have a purpose; to mislead her, and to escape from her. You come up with a plan, and that involves earning her trust. just enough until she becomes sloppy. But you can't let her see your skills; she might see you as a threat. That plan quickly goes to waste when you encounter a large group of clickers.

“I could kill you right now,” she said, holding your own knife against your throat. Her knuckles were white from how much force she was using. Her features were almost unrecognisable. “Then you’d break your promise,” you said. “Promises mean nothing in this world.”

CHAPTER 3: No one left to sing to The rain doesn't stop, so you and this strange girl are forced to stay inside the cave. You're feverish, disoriented. After a conversation in which she mentions the fireflies, you decide to go through her journal to find answers. And you do.

"Are you a firefly?" she asked, like she had just read your mind, or you were thinking out loud. “not a firefly,” you said. you held back a laugh, but she saw the flash of a smirk. You, the reason why they were gone after Salt Lake City, a firefly. “Definitely not.” you paused. “are you?” you asked. “No.”

CHAPTER 4– Your blinding light (flashback chapter)

Summer 2033, Boston QZ You waited for Hannah to come to you. Life in the QZ was simple for you; being confined in between four walls, listening to your mom's Beatles cassettes, and sneaking out past curfew. That is, until your mom slowly starts abandoning you. "Maybe Hannah was the only one you had, after all"

CHAPTER 5– This darkness i'm condemned to

Ellie and you finally reach the nearest town. And your plan is successful; you finally lead her to danger. What you failed to account for is that this danger can harm you, too.

“took them out right?" you said, trying to test the waters. Trying to sound lighthearted, but failing completely at it. "Damn right you did," she said.

CHAPTER 6– The injury of finally knowing

taglist: since i impulsively deleted my old account, i'm tagging my old taglist. it's still me! the bitch that wrote the abby greys anatomy AU! you can still join my taglist here

@kissesskittens @zahraaziza @uraesthete @elsvrse @lonelyfooryouonly @ximtiredx @ellabsprincess @spaceshipellie @machetegirl109 @sc0ttstre3ted @taylarxse @carmellie @mayfieldsz @brooklynvwilliams @rinarchy @elliesgffr @wannabwanted @ellabsweet @sapphic-and-sappy @imyour-favouritegirl @andersonsgirl @heyabimina @novadanversss @mulan-but-gay @lez-zuha @abbys-sweat-wife @maribelo-o @peppesgirl

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dividers by @saradika-graphics.

#ellie williams #the last of us #tlou ellie #tlou fanfiction #tlou part 2 #ellie x fem reader #ellie x reader #ellie the last of us #the last of us part ii #enemies to lovers #canon universe #wasteland baby

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carlyraejepsans · 1 year

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Setting up AO3 Enhancements on a mobile browser

Hey there! Do you:

read fic primarily on your phone?

feel tired of having to punch in a lot of filter tags every time you browse for fics?

have an android device?

then I might be able to help you make fandom a cozier place! (and hopefully nip future drama in the bud, lol)

With this post, I'm gonna guide you through the process of installing the AO3 Enhancements browser extension, normally only available on desktop, on your mobile device. It works a charm, and I've been using it for months, and it's made the Undertale tag navigable again despite my utter disinterest in AU content.

Here's an archived version of the full post in case my dumbass accidentally deletes it for some reason

Let's get started!

UPDATE: For IOS users! You can download the browser app "Orion" which allows firefox extensions! No need to do this procedure, just install it and download the extension as you normally would from Firefox Add-ons

1) Download Firefox Nightly.

For those who are hearing of it for the first time, Firefox Nightly is a separate Firefox browser made specifically for developers. The name itself is due to the fact that it's patched and updated on a daily (er, nightly) basis. This makes it more prone to crashing and issues than the standard Firefox app, but I've switched over to nightly as my main browser months ago now, and if I ever encounter a problem, I just... download the latest update and I'm good to go.

What's crucial about Nightly, however, is that it gives the user access to various additional features. One of them being desktop extensions on mobile, which is what we're here for.

Here's the Google Play link.

2) Make a Firefox Account

This will be necessary to install the extension later

Once you've done that, go to the Firefox add-ons website and log into your account in the upper right (where it says "Biscia" in the screenshot below). Click on "View My Collections"

3) Making an add-on collection

Since browser extensions are technically blocked from being directly installed by the browser, Nightly offers a workaround.

Create a collection, and give it a name without spaces to avoid errors.

4) Adding the extension

Here is the link to ao3 enhancements (if it's not showing up, try reloading the page in desktop mode). Scroll down until you see the option "Add to a collection" and select the one you just created.

You can do it with any extension! Go nuts. There's lots of good stuff out there. Just remember that it's not guaranteed every one of them will work, since they aren't intended to be used on a mobile device.

5) Activating debug mode.

In your browser, tap the little sandwich menu in the bottom right, scroll down and click Settings. It should be under "Save to Collection".

Scroll down even more until you reach the "About" section, and click on "About Firefox Nightly"

Click on the firefox logo 5 times, and it should be done.

6) Activating your add-ons

Go to "View my profile" as seen in the screenshot in step 2. At the end of the link, there should be a string of numbers. Copy it.

After this, go back to the browser settings again, scroll down until you reach the add ons section and click on "custom add on collection". Paste the numbers you copied from your profile where it says "User ID", and the name of your collection EXACTLY as it appears in the link, where it says "Collection name". Mind, it's case sensitive.

Press okay, and it should kick you out of the app. Open it again and, going in add-ons then add-ons manager, you should be able to add your extension.

ATTENTION!! If you get the error message "failed to query add-ons" you either inputted the wrong user id or the wrong collection name

To avoid this type of issue, don't name your collection something that has spaces or punctuation in it, as it might mess with the link formatting.

7) Setting up your AO3 enhancements filters

If everything's worked out fine, you should be able to visit ao3 and see a new drop-down window.

Click on it, click on option, and it should open up a new window with all the settings available! Tweak them to your heart's content. Though mind, the background tag wrangling done by the ao3 volunteers doesn't work with this extension, so the extension is going to hide only the works tagged EXACTLY what you filtered. Character for character. This makes things a bit tricky when people aren't consistent with their tagging, but if it proves to be enough of a problem, you can just filter out the author name in full and be done with it.

You can choose to hide the fic behind a "show" button, or make it not show up at all. If you choose the latter option, and you blocked a tag that has lots of fics, it might look like certain pages of searches are almost empty, since all the fics were hidden.

And that's it! I sincerely hope this helps people avoid their triggers and other topics that make them uncomfortable. No more excuses fellas. You find a tag you haven't filtered yet? You add it to the list and move on. Easy peasy.

Hope I haven't missed anything. Let me know if you need any help!

#undertale #ao3 #fandom #underfic #technically #deltarune

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olderthannetfic · 28 days

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I thought it would be interesting to see if I could easily determine which ships had the most works updated in 2023.

It turned out to be fairly easy, though a little time consuming. I think these results should be reasonably accurate.

Some points to note:

I did this on my own account, and I have like 2 people muted. So I am capturing the effects of archive-locked works, but my numbers might be off by one or two works due to muting.

Works updated in 2023 is a number that constantly changes as works are deleted or updated again in 2024.

I didn't scrape the entire archive or anything like that, so it's possible I missed a ship that would bump one of these down below 100. I'd take the last few at the bottom there with a grain of salt. But I think we can be reasonably sure the top ones are accurate and that the kinds of numbers that we see at the bottom there (eighteen hundred plus works updated in 2023) are about where the cutoff will be even if we find a ship I missed.

As for how I did this, I went to the category tags and the rating tags, filtered for updating in 2023, then excluded ships in the sidebar till I got to 130-150 ships excluded. I also grabbed ships that are big in general from tag search, which you can use to find all relationship canonicals, ordered by frequency.

I combined those lists of ships, cleaned off the works numbers, and generated a list without duplicates. That got me three hundred and something (yes, they were mostly duplicates). I generated the relevant AO3 URLs, opened them in batches with Open Multiple URLs, and copied the works totals into a spreadsheet. Not as tidy as using a script but honestly pretty easy if you know a few spreadsheet formulas to clean up data.

The key here is that if you're only going for pretty good and not accurate beyond a shadow of a doubt, all you need to do is generate a list of likely ships, then check them.

It's possible that there's some much-updated ship that is so evenly spread across these various other tags that it just missed showing up in the sidebar. Hopefully, grabbing more than just the top 100 avoided this problem.

This method also doesn't take into account backdated works. If a whole archive was imported in 2023 but all backdated, there could be some ship that didn't have new works but where AO3 users experience in 2023 was of an influx of content.

I also did this just now, in late March/early April, so some 2023 works have inevitably been deleted or updated again. So the exact work counts don't represent the experience of using AO3 throughout 2023. A fandom active in early 2023 might not have much updating in early 2024, while a fandom active in late 2023 would. This could demote the latter a few places in the rankings since I didn't grab numbers on January 1st.

Even if a person scraped AO3 every day or was monkeying around in the databases, you also have to ask what conceptual answer you're after. Is it works a user could have read at some point during 2023, whether they were deleted by the year's end or not? Is it new-to-AO3 works or only newly-created ones, not including imported archives? Does it matter if the works are fic? If they're in English? What about accidental double-uploads or translations of a single work?

I hope this makes it clear why a definitive ranking is not actually possible.

However, despite these drawbacks, I am confident that the rankings above accurately represent the broad trends on AO3 in 2023. Just don't get too fixated on whether a ship should be at number 73 or number 74.

And, of course, I excluded these from the top 100:

Original Character(s)/Original Character(s) - 20,026

Minor or Background Relationship(s) - 16,187

No Romantic Relationship(s) - 8,052

Original Female Character(s)/Original Male Character(s) - 7,195

Original Male Character/Original Male Character - 6,283

Other Relationship Tags to Be Added - 5,618

Original Female Character(s)/Original Female Character(s) - 3,990

Original Character(s) & Original Character(s) - 3,210

Here's a spreadsheet if you want to see the actual numbers not as a shitty screencap. I left the next few below 100 for context.

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spockandawe · 7 months

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Double edit: actually, that's enough of that.

Edit: I was expecting maybe thirty notes tops. This is a surprise, and one that doesn't delight me. If I hear about any harassment stemming from this post, I'll be more pissed at the harasser than the person this is about.

God. Dammit.

I hate this, let's just out that out there! I'm unhappy that I'm talking about any of this, I'm unhappy there's an issue that's come up at the intersection of media preservation, respecting authors, and one of my favorite book series. And I'm unhappy that I've censored the names in the screenshots I'm about ti post! I'm not happy that I'm helping to slide consequences away from someone who thought this was an acceptable thing to do to a modern working author. But I'm even less happy this is something that happened in the first place, and I'm VERY unhappy the original post has been deleted without a whisper of accountability or apology.

And here's a partial screenshot of the IA page, which has since been removed. I get the excitement to share something you love with a new audience. This isn't the right way to go about it.

First, if Martha Wells' patreon is still in place, I encourage everyone in the strongest possible terms to go sign up for it. It'll charge you one dollar. I've been a member since probably 2018, and I mistakenly believed it was locked to new members (it's labeled 'Currently Closed To New Patrons') until I had reason to look it up last night, when I tripped across this reddit post from earlier this year.

Now. I was looking it up because of this sudden patreon message:

Even if the patreon goes away, I still recommend that people sign up. Explore the stories! They're very fun! Even though the patreon has been dormant for years, I've loved having that repository in place.

In fact, in the interest of full disclosure, what kept me from immediately reblogging last night is that I've felt the same archival urges! I bound a hard copy of these stories earlier this year, and let me quote my own words from that post:

I live in a state of perpetual low key stress over the impermanence of digital media and that goes extra for sites that aren’t designed to work well as archives. I hope, desperately, that someday Martha Wells publishes more raksura, maybe even including these stories! I will buy it immediately. No thoughts, wallet empty. I own all her other raksura books in literally three formats, fingers crossed that by printing this, I can actualize a formal official printing of these stories by the author 😂

So. Archiving, yes. But especially with a living, working author, I would never DREAM of posting a public free-for-all with IA and mediafire links. My most charitable interpretation is that OP thought it was fine since the stories were "free," even though the writeups acknowledge that access costs a dollar. Ao3 is also free. Reposting someone else's fic is still understood to be a dick move.

Last night i was left kind of stunned, and I was hoping to see some kind of response from op this morning taking responsibility, and was... disappointed to see that the post was just deleted. The IA listing was deleted too, and I hadn't actually looked up the mediafire post yet but I'm guessing it's also been nuked. Out of curiosity, I wanted to see if there was anything more in the comments, so I found a surviving reblog. And there was!

So I'm writing this post because I'm... frustrated. Taking down the files is a good step. Posting them publicly was a worse step, but hey. I still more than understand if Martha Wells still deletes her patreon. I don't understand what sending her files of her own stories is meant to accomplish, but whatever. Ascribing a profit-driven motive is driving me up a wall, though. She's financially stable. I read her email, and what i see is frustration that even though it only cost a dollar to access 62k of her work through her own chosen location, control of her writing is being forcibly removed from her. I'm sure that seeing copies sold by third parties wouldn't help, but I don't think that's the root issue.

This is a fandom-heavy website, I'm sure most of us have seen posts about not reposting art when you can share directly from the artist's blog. I've seen posts about stop copying your ao3 faves over to wattpad just because you like reading there better. At a fundamental level, I read the message from Martha Wells as a deep frustration at having no way to share her creative work without someone removing control of it from her hands. And I don't know if there's any way to really take back that damage.

#long post #the books of the raksura #archiving

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hydrangeyes · 6 months

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Muzan likes to be punished

So if you don't know, Yes this already existed, my old account was deleted (accident but I can tell I won't be getting it back), and am reposting my old x male reader works!

I don't know if I saved all of them but here is one that was saved to my AO3 account.

Edit: So shuffling through my docs It's been brought to my attention that wattpad (who I use as backup) Cut a lot of my fics in half??? anyway I'll be trying to fix that also

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Muzan x Seme Male reader 🍋🍋

OH! and I'm gonna stop using y/n, change it to N/n instead!

warning: light fluff, smut: bondage, bratish Muzan, light degradation, anal fingering, begging, edging, hinted overstimulation

Not edited! We die here lol

Height: 5'0

Gender: Male

Demon

Hair color: long soft lavender

eye color: dark brown

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"N/n release me now," Muzan demands blankly.

Looking up from the book you were reading you hum. besides, you were Muzan, stripped and bound. His hands behind his back and legs bent and ties together as well, spread for any who come into your room to see. Yourself loosely wearing a soft blue kimono.

"Now why would I do that?" You chuckle, placing the book down and turning fully you watch as he tenses up. Raising a hand you trace a finger from the tip of his twitching cock to the base. "You're clearly enjoying yourself."

Muzan jerks his hips up at the touch, that and the biting of his lips the only reaction he would give you. For now, that is.

Humming a soft tune you trail those fingers further down to his twitching pink hole. "It hasn't even been a full 10 minutes and you're already like this? I don't remember saying you can enjoy your punishment," you growl the last part swiftly landing a smack on his hole.

Unable to help it Muzan let out a breathy moan, legs spreading a bit more. But his expression doesn't change.

"You never said I couldn't either. Hurry up you're boring me now." Muzan commands again. Raising an eyebrow you smile softly, grabbing the oil next to him coating his fingers.

"Such a brat."

Without warning, you push in two of your fingers. Curling them a bit before taking them out, listening as finally, Muzan lets out a needy moan face going slack. You pump your fingers into him watching as he slowly starts to lose his cool.

"Making demands after coming to my home a complete mess." your tone becomes darker. Fingers pressing deeper until they hit a bump. Muzan gasps and trembles, his cock leaking precum under him.

"I should leave you just like this." You let out a sadistic purr slowly taking your fingers out.

"N-no! please N/n, I'm s-sorry! Please forg-give me!" Muzan quickly blurts out earnestly, and you hum feeling his hole squeeze down tightly around your fingers. Tilting you're head watching you thrust your knuckles deep back in.

You pretended to be bored as you thrust your fingers in and out, curling and spreading them watching Muzan begin to fall apart. Biting his lips, drooling, and eyes rolled back. You pour a little more oil on your fingers and his hole, shifting as your own erection twitched from under your kimono.

"N-N/n please! Ngh- So close! Wanna ah- cum on your cock!"

Pulling out your fingers you ignore his disappointed whine, Laying him full onto his back and taking in the image he presented. Practically tied up in a mating press position.

Not able to hold it any longer. You fully strip from your kimono, cooing as Muzan eyes you greedily letting out your favorite noises. Cock in hand you bite your lip as you gave it a few pumps, pouring a bit of the oil on it. You both loved the sloppy slick feel.

" Mmh~ I can't wait Sir, I've been empty all day!" Muzan pleads to you staring as the tip of your cock teases his twitching hole.

"Heh look at you, still making demands." You smirk and snap your hips forward, watching your cock sink into his tight hole roughly.

Jerking his head back and letting out a silent scream, tongue out. Muzan clenches around you as you continue thrusting into him without pause. Not able to hold back groans yourself you lean down to press in deeper.

"N-N/n! aahhHhnn! yessss~" He slurs and moans, trembling as he desperately breaks his wrist restraints and grips your back. You moan feeling his claws drag down your back, the pain adding to the pleasure fueling your hunger.

"S-so big!! ngh- your cock is perfect!!" he slurs out the praise trying his best to buck up into each harsh thrust.

"My pretty little brat. Taking my ugh! cock so well." You purr kissing his jaw panting. "This is all you're good for really." You growl the sound of your hips slapping against his filling the air. "To take my cock and be bred like a good little whore!"

Muzan moans in response, tightening around you as he pants, cheeks flushed red. The feeling of you pounding his tight ass hole driving him mad, unable to think of anything else. "Yes! Y-yes! breed me, please N/n- sir!"

Eyes hooded, you watch as he tenses eyes rolling back, cumming untouch.

Licking your lips, you kiss his forehead not slowing down as he hiccups and begs you to cum. Pulling back to watch your cock pound into his flushed and precum-covered hole, you groan thrusting as deep as you can go and cumming.

A little dazed you hum happily rocking your hips before pulling out. watching your cum spurt out after you.

"Untie me please," Muzan mumbles which you immediately. He mews as he shifts to sit on your lap and wrap his arms around you're shouldering clinging. "Too much?" You ask nuzzling his neck, hands gently massaging his thighs where the ropes left an imprint. "Mm no, it was perfect. Thank you"

#top male reader #male reader #x male reader #muzan x male reader #Demon slayer x male reader

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sapphos-ode · 8 months

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Little Cat

Part 16

Larissa Weems part 15 | part 17 | ao3

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“Take a seat Miss. Sinclair,”

Enid does as she’s told. Gingerly perching herself on the edge of the leather chair, she could feel the coolness of the material through her tights. Maybe if she doesn’t settle down entirely then meeting will be brief and she can leave. Alas it’s just her wishful thinking.

“I’m sure you’re wondering why I’ve called you in,” Larissa’s eyes jump from her laptop to Enid’s before going back to the screen. She has the blog up on her browser.

The lycan goes to answer but her breath catches in her throat. She has to swallow before trying to speak again, “Am I- am I in trouble?” Her brows are furled and her bottom lip wobbles.

Larissa regards her for a moment, “No.”

Enid relaxes just the slightest, but she’s still on high alert. Her gaze flies around the room as she takes in the decor — hoping to ground herself. The high ceilings and the patterned wallpaper only make her head start spin.

“But something has come to my attention which I must address,” the principal pauses. “As I’m sure you’re aware, everyone knows about your blog, and whilst I do love the community it creates within the school. Taking photos and videos of staff without their consent is highly inappropriate, not to mention publishing them to a public account.

“I’m sure it was all in good faith, however I’m going to ask that you remove them once you return to your dorm.” Larissa left no room for argument. Her word was final.

“I’m sorry Principal Weems,” Enid murmurs with glossy eyes. Her heart pounding.

“Apology accepted,” Larissa bows her head. “And going forth, please take into consideration others’ privacy, some people prefer to keep their personal lives off of social media,”

“I will, and I will delete them! But…” Enid searches the principal’s intense gaze, “just to make sure, you are talking about the video of Miss. Karnstein feeding you on your date at the Harvest festival?”

Larissa’s face falls slack as it takes on a red hue that matches the lipstick she wears.

“And then the one with a picture of you and Miss. Karnstein holding hands, and of Miss. Hansen and Ms. Thornhill dancing in the greenhouse, with the poll?”

With a tired sigh Larissa nods slowly, her eyebrows pinched together. She was hoping the elephant in the room wouldn’t be addressed so directly.

“Yes, those are the posts in question, and any others that you may have posted in the past that include any other staff member,” Larissa clarified, ensuring to prevent any miscommunication, “or fellow pupils,”

“I’ll do that right away, I’m so sorry! It’s just you guys are supes cute! I didn’t think it through!”

“It’s quite alright, just remember to give it some thought in the future, thank you, Enid. You can go now,” Larissa says in defeat.

Enid’s all too eager in jumping out of her seat and rushing to the door. She’s halfway out of it when she stops and turns back to face the older woman.

“Oh! By the way Principal Weems, you and Miss. Karnstein are still winning the poll!” She flashes a smile before slipping away.

She didn’t have detention, and that was the best outcome really. It was a shame she had to delete the posts though, they were beginning to get a lot of traction, and would have increased her blog’s reach significantly if she was allowed to keep them up.

Larissa runs her hand over her face and slumps in her chair. The silence in her office felt heavy and oppressive.

She’s busy wrapping up the last few emails for the day when her phone buzzes. The screen lighting up. Larissa’s eyes flick over to it — giving it nothing more than a cursory glance. She does a double take when she sees your name at the top of the notification. The email is forgotten in its entirety as she picks up the phone to read your message.

Atikah: Hey, just come over whenever you’re ready. If you haven’t already eaten I’ll throw us a quick dinner together if that’s okay with you x

Atikah: Also hope you don’t mind, I’ve already picked a movie for us :)

She can’t help but smile at her phone, her thumbs already tapping away.

Larissa: I’ll be over shortly. And dinner would be lovely if that’s not of too much inconvenience for you. Larissa x

She was hesitant adding in the little kiss, but added it nonetheless. Your response is instant.

Atikah: Can’t wait! I’ll see you soon Rissa! x

The principal sends back a thumbs up.

Larissa had expected you to choose some sort of trashy chick flick, or a sappy romcom. Not this. A psychological horror. She’s reading the synopsis as you busy yourself throwing together a simple pasta dish.

The blonde can hear you humming to yourself as you finish plating up the food. Her heart swells as she looks over her shoulder at you. You’re so lost in your own world and she feels honoured to be allowed to observe you being you. Still humming a tune unfamiliar to her, you pad over to the sofa, leaning down to kiss Larissa’s forehead (the blonde finds herself closing her eyes and leaning into your touch) before setting the bowls and some cutlery down on the coffee table then dragging it closer to the couch.

As you nestle onto the settee, Larissa can’t help her wandering eyes as they move from your face down to your neck. Pleasantly surprised to see her little token from earlier freed from the confines of your foundation.

“Have you seen ‘Ma’ before?” You say as you settle a throw over the both of you.

Larissa takes the bowl you offer her with a thanks, it smells heavenly, “I’ve not, no, have you?”

“Nope, it seems good from the reviews though,” You chirp, “Last chance to object,”

“I’m all good with ‘Ma’,”

Larissa didn’t mind the occasional thriller, but it wasn’t a genre she’d typically go out of her way to watch. You on the other hand absolutely loved them. They gave you a peace of mind, however contradictory that was. You still felt the actors’ feelings through the screen but they felt different as opposed to when you soaked them in from real life. You still had a disposition to less pleasant emotions and they were abundant in the world – you weren’t a mother yet you knew what it felt like to lose a child, you've felt the type of grief that tears you apart and drains any and all colour from the world. You’ve never had an unfaithful partner but from passing strangers you know the nausea and insecurity it creates within someone, the doubt in one's self worth.

The tragedies of the people you meet – or pass on the street – may as well be your own, the downside to being an empath. And sometimes it becomes hard to tell what feelings are your own, and what ones belong to someone else. In your teen years it caused you great stress, and certainly one or two identity crises. But through the screen, you can tell the difference between the characters’ fear and your own – as clear as night and day. In a way it helped teach you the nuances between them. Gave you the tools to put the burdens of others’ to the back burner and prioritise your own. It helped you recover the pieces of you from the mess of others.

You pressed play and sat back on the seat, scooching closer to Larissa – the both of you eating in an amiable silence. The movie drove on and before long two empty bowls were placed on the coffee table and Larissa’s head had found its way lying on your chest. The steady drum of your heart calming her. The movie was making her feel uneasy, perhaps it was the main cast that reminded her of the students at Nevermore, or perhaps it was the skewed mind of Sue Ann. Whatever it was, it made Larissa restless. And she was thankful you couldn’t see her face from her position.

Of course she should have known you’d catch on. You were confused at first when you felt a horrible gnawing in your stomach. But you glanced down at Larissa who had started to fiddle with your hand and then it clicked. You paused the film and let silence befall you. The blonde turned her head and peered up at you with a questioning look.

“You okay Rissa?” You coo, leaning down to kiss her forehead.

“Yes,” she says with confidence but you know it’s a complete lie.

“You’re not,” you brush a few baby hairs that have worked themselves free from her updo, “we can watch something else,”

Larissa wasn’t used to someone seeing straight through her. She took a moment to respond.

“Please,”

You smile and hand her the remote, silently telling her she could choose. Whilst she flicks through the different films you take to running your thumb over her cheek. Her skin is warm and soft. She lets out a yawn which she tries to stifle.

“Someone’s tired,” you sing, studying the curve of her brow and the path of her hairline. Drinking in every detail of her.

“I’m not- ” she cuts herself off with another yawn.

It’s quite late for a school night, and Larissa can feel sleep tempting her. But she doesn’t want her time with you to end — she’s pulled plenty of late nights, burning the midnight oil to crank out email after email. She could manage another one.

She settles on a romcom, ‘When Harry Met Sally’, it starts to play and she shuffles closer to you. Wrapping her arms around your waist tighter. The pair of you get halfway through the movie when Larissa can’t stop yawning, her eyes keep falling shut only for her to jerk her head up. You’ve stopped watching the film, instead watching her in amusement. It’s when she no longer looks at the tv, and is staring off at something in desperate attempts to just keep her damn eyes open that you pause the movie.

“I should retire for the night,” she murmurs.

You hum softly in agreement as you coax the both of you into a sitting position, Larissa still holding your midriff. Wordlessly you help her stand and when she goes to head for your front door you tut and guide her to your bedroom. She obliges with no protest. A blush on her cheeks and a small happy smile on her lips.

It’s an easy task, getting her ready for bed, you hand her a spare toothbrush and change into your pyjamas whilst she’s busy in your ensuite. You lay out clothes for her to change into and when she leaves the bathroom you slip in to get yourself ready.

When you emerge you find Larissa sat on your bed wearing your clothes (the sight warms your heart) with her eyes half closed. You take pity on her, and with a makeup wipe in hand you slowly strip her face. One hand holds her cheek and she nuzzles in as you wipe away the last remnants of her cosmetics.

“Thank you darling,”

A fuzzy feeling vibrates in your chest. You discard the wipe somewhere, an issue for tomorrow, then you clamber onto the bed and settle behind her.

“Just need to let down your hair and then we can sleep,” you coo into her ear, your breath tickling her. It draws out a pleased hum from her.

With deft hands you pull all the pins from her hair, each one you extricate rewards you with more silver curls that dance around your fingers — finally free of their confines — silken as always, and with the most gorgeous shine. Once all the clips were removed you run your hands through her tresses, massaging her scalp and expelling any tension. Your hands fall from her hair to her shoulders. Without thinking it through you begin to knead the muscles, working out the knots.

The moan Larissa lets out has you blushing but you don’t stop. Determined to massage every last ounce of stress she holds. Her back leans into your front, pushing you onto the bed. You laugh at her before moving the both of you under the covers.

The blonde’s arms are around you in an instant. Holding you flush to her body, she buries her face into your hair, taking a deep inhale. You smell like roses and peony blooms, the faded scent of your perfume gives Larissa a headrush, there’s a smokey undertone to it that adds a complexity to the smell. Larissa makes a mental note to ask what perfume you use.

She feels you pull back and lets you. Gazing down at you with a sleep ridden smile.

“You’re very cute when you’re tired,” you wriggle your arms around her neck.

You pull her down and closer to you. Capturing her lips with your own, savouring the feeling. It’s one you can never have enough of. You let your eyes close as her tongue slips into your mouth. Causing you to moan. The blonde pushes you onto your back, never breaking away from your mouth. She leans over you, whining at the feeling of your lips. Her eyes rake over your body and she so badly wants to take you right there. The desire behind your lidded eyes only egging her on… but she’s so tired.

Larissa lowers herself and lays on top of you. Her face buried in the crook of your neck, her warm breath brushes against your heated skin. The blonde allows herself a short moment to just lie there but when she goes to move off of you, your arms tighten around her waist, keeping her in place.

“Don’t move,” sleep begins to ebb into your voice.

“I can’t, I’m far too heavy, I’ll crush you- ”

“Shhh, you won’t…” you force down a yawn, “and besides, maybe I want to be crushed by you,”

Larissa rolls her eyes but relaxes against you. The instant she closes them she’s gone, out like a light, but not before she faintly registers you whispering sweet dreams to her.

You reach over to your nightstand for your phone and set an alarm for the morning. As you place it back down the light from it casts over Larissa’s, its screen facing down. You notice a Polaroid tucked into the case, craning your neck up to get a better look, you see it’s the one you had taken when you had played Mario Kart — you had been wondering where it had gone. Your entire body softens at realisation Larissa had kept it somewhere she could always see it. When you settled under the covers you pepper kisses to Larissa’s head.

Larissa watched with apprehension as Marilyn stalked over to her desk. There was an unnerving spring in her step and her smile was poorly masked. Usually it was Larissa who made people alert — she wasn’t accustomed to being on the other end. Instead of taking a seat across from Larissa’s desk, the botanist walked round to the same side and perched on the edge.

“So?”

“So… what?” Larissa keeps her tone light as she tries to brush off the expectant look.

“So…” Marilyn draws out the vowel, “are you calling everyone ‘darling’ these days or..?” She leaves the question open, suspended in the air between them.

It takes Larissa a second to catch on. She didn’t call everyone ‘darling’, occasionally she’d use the endearment for students who came to her seeking advice and needing comfort.

Marilyn thrived off of the expression Larissa made when the penny dropped. Delighted with how the principal’s eyes widened a fraction and her lips fell into a soft ‘o’.

“I suppose your darling hasn’t told you anything?”

Marilyn blushes at this, her mind running to images of Alice, “She hasn’t, no,” the redhead leans back on her palms, looking up at her reflection from the mirrors mounted to the ceiling. What an odd choice she thinks.

“Atikah and I… we- I took your advice,” Larissa fiddled with a pen on her desk, “I’m not sure what we are but, we’re something- ”

Marilyn interjects with a squeal of delight. Before Larissa can react the redhead has her arms thrown around her. Pulling her into a tight hug.

“Oh! I’m so happy for you!”

Larissa laughs gently as she returns the embrace. Marilyn smells like earth and tea, there’s a freshness to the scent, the kind that comes only after heavy rain. Petrichor, if Larissa remembers correctly.

“You should’ve seen how she looked at you yesterday at lunch! She’s a real sweet one,” Marilyn pulls back and reclaims her previous spot.

“She is,” Larissa dotes softly. “You and Miss. Hansen make quite the pair too, you’re two little lovebirds,”

“Lys is just a big softie, a little hard headed but that’s half the reason I like her as much as I do.” Marilyn can’t contain her grin, “I’m glad you cleared things up with her, Larissa, you deserve someone like her,”

The two converse for a short while, yourself and Miss. Hansen being the topics of discussion before Marilyn excuses herself, mentioning she had some plants she wanted to gift to her lycan.

Evening came quickly and Larissa had finished everything for the day. After closing her laptop she surveys her office — just soaking in the space and enjoying it. Her eyes land on one of the many bookcases, she skims the titles on the spines until one catches her eye, she had been gifted it one year in the staff’s secret Santa. It was a collection of classic piano compositions. Admittedly she hardly used it if at all but the gesture behind the gift was appreciated. Come to think of it, she hasn’t felt ivory keys beneath her fingers in a while.

Larissa didn’t own a piano to keep in her private quarters, as much as she would have liked to — there just wasn’t space and it didn’t go with her decor. A keyboard would be the solution but she just hated the plastic keys, they felt cheap. She knew the school owned pianos, there was one in each music classroom, and in the soundproof practice rooms — for students and teachers alike to play without fear of disturbing those around them.

Before she knew it Larissa found herself in a spare music classroom, sitting at an upright piano ghosting her fingers along the keys, the material felt sturdy and cool against her skin. With a deep contented sigh Larissa pressed on the ivories and the sound of delicate notes rang out through the room as she began to play ‘Nuvole Bianche’ by Ludovico Einaudi. The introduction was slow, the notes bleeding into the next before a momentary pause until it found its tempo. As she played Larissa let her body sway with the music, her eyes closed as she fed her soul into the keys. Lost to the world.

“Thank you,” you take your violin back from Mr. Hewett, a ginger man. Tall and sinewy, with his cropped hair slicked back. He looked like his limbs were too long for his body.

“Not a problem, I’m always happy to help,” He gave you a smile.

“It seems so silly now I know how to sort it myself,” you chuckled sheepishly as you placed the instrument into its case. “I was about to grab a nail file and whittle the peg down,”

“Oh goodness no! That’s blasphemy!” Mr. Hewett holds a hand to his chest, letting out a disbelieved gasp. “Thank the heavens you came to me first,”

A tuning peg had become tight, causing you grief when you had played the strings. You hadn’t the faintest clue how to fix it or the cause — and the idea of having to fork out for a potentially expensive peg replacement wasn’t appealing. Nipping down to the music wing was a smart decision.

“Thank them indeed,” you agree.

You shut the clasps on the case and turn to the man. Clad in a slightly oversized brown suit as always. You thank him again and take your leave.

The corridor was silent until you reached the end when you heard something faintly. As you crept closer to a classroom door that was left just a touch ajar you could make out the sounds of a piano more clearly. The music seemed to breathe, slowing marginally before bursting into more life only to repeat again. Whoever was playing was exceptionally skilled and curiosity got the better of you. Quietly you push the door open and peek your head in — only just silencing your gasp.

There she sat, in the dimly lit room, slender fingers dancing over the keys. The evening sun leeched in through the window, catching on the specks of dust, and shone on her like a spotlight. Diverting all attention on her. As if anyone could look elsewhere — Larissa’s entire existence was all consuming and wholly captivating. How anyone could want to look away was beyond you.

You slip into the room and close the door behind you silently. Setting your violin down on a nearby desk without a sound. You wouldn’t forgive yourself if you disturbed this moment. If you tore Larissa from this state of absolute peace and serenity she had found. The blonde played the last notes — holding the keys down and putting her foot on the sustain pedal. The sound fades softly into nothingness. The air in the room is fragile like glass.

You allow a few seconds before speaking in the gentlest of tones, “you play beautifully, almost as beautiful as yourself,”

Larissa’s eyes shoot open and her head snaps round to the source of the voice. Instantly relaxing when she sees it’s you. A pink hue creeps onto her cheeks as she bows her head and smiles.

“Thank you, but it’s just a pastime of mine,”

“You’re far too humble Rissa,” you muse. Walking the last few steps to close the distance between you.

With a quick glance at the door to make sure no one was watching, you press a sweet kiss to her lips, your hands caressing her face. You can feel her smile against you.

“How long have you played for?”

When seated at the piano bench, Larissa reaches just below your lower lip. You move to stand behind her and capitalise on that fact, resting your chin on her head, wrapping your arms around her neck, letting your hands dangle in front of her chest.

“Just before I moved here to attend Nevermore,” her voice was quiet, just like the final notes she had played.

Her reply creates more questions in your mind. You want to know her life story. And so much more. But you don’t voice any of those.

You remove your chin from its perch, and lean down next to her ear, “Can we play a duet?” Your hushed voice graces her hearing.

“If I know the composition then yes,” Larissa can’t help her Cheshire Cat grin.

You hum in thought as you think of songs, “do you know ‘Time Forgotten’ by Brian Crain?”

“I do, yes,” Larissa tilts her head to the side to steal a kiss from you.

You all too happily lean into it before abruptly pulling away. Practically skipping across the room to where your violin sat in its case. Larissa watches intently as you settle the instrument on your shoulder, resting your chin on the chin rest as you walk back to her. You run the bow over the strings, your brows furrowing in concentration as you listen to the notes, an expression Larissa finds painfully adorable.

Once you’re back at her side you fiddle with the tuning pegs, play the strings again, and then make a few more adjustments until you’re satisfied with the sound.

“Ready?” The blonde asks, her fingers already poised over the keys.

“At your beck and call,” you hum, nestling the violin back between your shoulder and chin. Bow hovering across the strings.

The piano starts off the music and the violin makes its entrance shortly after. Your notes play longer, a beautiful contrast to the shorter ones from the piano. As the song progresses Larissa shuts her eyes and lets her body move in time with the song. You on the other hand watch her, you rock gently on your feet, the pair of you letting the ebb and flow of the music take over — seep into your bones and claim your beings. The song is gentle but not lacking in evoking a melancholy feeling. It’s soothing and effective in banishing any thoughts from your mind other than Larissa Weems and the violin.

The song peters out on a shy diminuendo, feathering off into the ether. You relax and remove your violin, holding it lower as you observe Larissa. Her face is relaxed, void of the usual tenseness. She sighs softly as she opens her eyes to find yours already trained on her. They’re lidded and are rife with mellowness. She can’t put into words how ecstatic she is. The music subdued her but it hasn’t dampened how alive she feels — she had dreamed of playing a duet with you. Weeks ago it was all just a fanciful dream she dared not to entertain fully. And here she sat, that daydream very much a reality.

It seems dreams really do come true.

Taglist - @weemssapphic @h-doodles @blessmysouljessisonaroll @eveymay @lvinhs @enchantressb @a-queen-and-her-throne @vmpnano @opheliauniverse @emsgwenstan @renravens @lex13cm @im-a-carniverous-plant

#larissa weems #larissa weems x reader

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esmeriandreamer · 2 years

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Just saw someone call AO3 a "cp-website" and I'm gonna just-

Like I know every time the Archive has a fundraiser some people will crawl out of the woodworks and spout bullcrap, but geez-

If you don't like AO3, fine, that's your opinion. But don't call it a "cp-website", nor demonize people who donate to their fundraiser, from which a large part of the funds goes to KEEPING THE SERVERS AND HAVING PROPER LEGAL PROTECTION.

You know one of the main reasons why AO3 was created? Because in the "old days", if someone didn't like the fact that you, I dunno, wrote some wholesome gay fic online, they could report it and you might just lose your whole fic without warning, because think of the children, right? And to really put icing on the cake, your account might be deleted too. 🙃

Or, like I experienced, it won't just be one or three reports that get your fic taken down. Critics United for example was a group of these ~lovely~ people who would go on people's fics and suggest (harass) the author on how to change their fic to be "improved upon" (aka sanitize the fuck out of it so there is no trace of what they saw as gross/bad/wrong/cringe/sinful/etc.). If they didn't manage to harass you into deleting, they'd just mass report you.

I got literal death and rape threats for writing a Spamano version of Beauty and the Beast, told I was a criminal and that my parents should've killed me in my crib.

ALL OVER A STUPID LITTLE SELFINDULGENT FIC.

They even went so far as to track my username down from Fanfiction.net to Wattpad, and only once I got it on AO3 was the story able stay up because they had no way of harassing or reporting me like they could before, because I could easily turn my comments off to "registered users only" or even to "moderate comments." and that scared them off.

This was in 2016 by the way. Not even a decade ago. Now I could even block people if I want on AO3, so it gets harder to harass me, even if I did care.

But like yes, I agree on the fact that fics with cp are allowed on the site is rather gross. I would never write nor read it. But you know what helps with this?

AO3 HAS THIS TAGGING SYSTEM IN WHICH YOU CAN TAG AND FILTER OUT THE THINGS YOU DON'T LIKE, SUCH AS FICS WITH THE UNDERAGE WARNING :D

And guess what? It works great! I never have to see fics with cp in it, because I filter my fics. And even if I see that I accidentally clicked on a fic like that? I click out of the page and move the fuck on.

People on AO3 can and have written the most repulsive shit known to man, but more often than not, it's tagged with big warnings in the description. I have read cringy and horrifying fics that still made me nauseous to think back on, that have changed how I look at certain characters. And guess what?

THEY STILL DESERVE TO EXIST AND BE READ BY OTHERS.

Besides, there is a very fine line as to what some people define concepts like cp. Like I define it as minors being forced/manipulated into sexual situations, while others might look at an adult anime character who looks like a little kid and say that they shouldn't be sexualized. We are both correct in our own digital space there.

I don't like "shota/lolita" nsfw stuff, others do, and so I am just letting those people be and I avoid that content. Same with scat, or watersports, or cnc. Avoid, click away, goodbye. I don't demand that all "they look young but they're actually an adult!" types of media should be banned, nor that people who enjoy (reading about) sex with bodily fluids should be publically shamed, or that people who consentually enjoy the dark fantasty of being forced should be treated like an actual rapist.

And that's really what this is about. Don't like it, don't read/look at it. This whole "but they are allowing xyz and I don't like that!!" argument is basically becoming the same right-wing argument as "but I see xyz as wrong/bad/a sin and therefor nobody should be allowed to enjoy it."

If AO3 were to be forced to ban one thing, like people dealing with their childhood SA by writing a fic about it, who is to say they won't be forced to ban something like CNC next? What about kink? Queerness? Because that is the road a lot of right-wing people want you antis to take.

It's a main reason AO3 has fundraisers. For the servers to stay up. For legal support when a company claims fanfic is bad. For times that those things might get more expensive to maintain.

And because AO3 is of the few websites that allow everyone, especially queer people, to make art and have that art be protected from those that wish to destroy anything they do not like. And yes, that protection includes protecting work made by "bad" people.

So chill, skip over that fic you don't want to see, don't donate to or interact with AO3 if you don't want to, and maybe touch some grass? That would be great.

Rant over uwu

#marije rants #ao3 #ao3 fundraiser #long post

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phoenixs-fandoms-and-writings · 8 months

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Do You Feel Better, My Love?

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: James Potter/Lily Evans/GN!Reader

Summary: You get a message from your ex and you spiral into a panic attack. When your partners come home, they find you in the middle of a panic attack and help you through it.

Reader is gender neutral. No pronouns are used.

Ex is referred to as she/her.

WARNINGS: referenced bad relationship (past relationship), panic attack

Notes: I am anti-JKR and her beliefs. This account is a safe space for all.

As another note, the technique James used to get the reader out of their panic attack is one I’ve used for others many times after being taught it and I’ve had a couple of friends use it for me. From what I was taught, your brain can’t focus on the panic attack and random numbers at the same time.

I do not give permission to anyone to repost or translate any of my stories. I also do not give anyone permission to feed my stories through AI or to be posted to any third party website or app. If anyone sees any of my work posted anywhere but here or my AO3 (simplyreflected), then it has been posted without permission.

Read on AO3 here

You were coming home after getting some things for your date tonight. As you open the door, you hear your phone notify you of a text. You smile thinking it’s from James or Lily (your dates) and after you finish putting things down, you look at your phone.

Except it wasn’t from either of them, it was from your abusive ex.

You drop your phone and back into the wall, sliding down. ‘Why now?’ You thought. ‘Why did they have to come back now?’

Your breathing got very shallow, very fast, and you couldn’t think. You tried to get yourself out of it, but you just couldn’t. You couldn’t remember any of the techniques.

It felt like everything was going in slow motion and you covered your ears, trying to stop the world from getting to you.

You had no idea how long it had been, but you wanted everything to just stop. Then you heard a voice; you don’t know how far away it is. You couldn’t make out what they (you could hear two different voices) were saying.

“Hey, love, it’s James,” he said to you. “Can you look up at me?”

You were still freaking out, and you ended up moving your head trying to find where James’ voice came from. When you moved your head to the side, he put his hands on your cheeks to hold you still and thats when you saw him; your James.

“Alright, I need you to listen to my voice and repeat after me,” James told you as calmly as he could. “Alright. One.”

“One.”

“Two.”

“Nine.”

“Twenty-two.”

“Seventy.”

He gave you a few more random numbers with you repeating all of them, until he heard your breathing return to normal.

“Do you feel better, my love?”

“Yes, Jamie,” you replied as you smiled and leaned into one of his hands. “Where’s Lily?”

“I’m just behind you, angel,” you heard Lily whisper behind you. “What happened?”

You looked down, “my phone.” James started moving, but before he could get up, you told him, “stop. Please.” He moved and leaned against the wall, you turned and leaned into him, finally seeing Lily since she walked in. Both of them looked at you kindly while they were patiently waiting for you to carry on.

“My ex contacted me today for the first time since I finally cut off contact with her,” you told them. “I got a message from her. I don’t know what it said and I don’t want to know. She took too much time away from me before, and I don’t want her back in my life.”

“You’re doing the right thing, lovey,” James tells you as he holds you to him.

“Alright, I’m getting your phone and deleting the message,” Lily told you. She handed it to you, so you put in your passcode before handing it back to her. She deleted the messages and blocked your ex’s number from your phone, before she handed it back to you.

He asked, “how about we move to somewhere more comfortable?”

You nodded at him, fresh tears flowing but now because you were happy at how you evolved; you had an abusive ex who treated you like you meant nothing, to having a beautiful relationship with two amazing people, who often reminded you how amazing you were and how much you deserved to be loved.

James saw the tears, “are you alright?”

“Perfect,” you told them through your tears. “I’m crying because of how happy the two of you make me, and how both of you make me feel so incredible and empowered.”

Lily hugged you and you kissed her cheek, before James picked you up, and carried you bridal style, “where would you like us to be? Living room or bedroom?”

“Bedroom, please,” you told him

“I’ll be there in a minute,” you heard Lily call from behind you.

You kissed his cheek as he carried you through to the bedroom the three of you shared. He placed you gently on the bed, before moving onto the bed himself and pulling you to him. He kissed all over your face making you giggle and when he pulled back, he cupped your face and kissed you gently on the lips.

“I love you so much,” he told you with so much sincerity and so much love. It made you blush and tear up. “I love the way your eyes light up when you talk about something you love.”

“I love your incredible smile,” Lily said from behind you. She crawled onto the bed behind you and you sat back against the headboard, so you could see both of them next to you.

“You always make me want to be a better person,” James told you as he caressed your cheek.

You took their hands as Lily kissed you and James kissed where your neck and shoulder met, making you moan. All three of you spent the day together just kissing, cuddling and with them reminding you how much they loved you and how much better off you were without your ex and how proud they were of you.

#harry potter fanfiction #harry potter #marauders era #marauders era fanfiction #james potter #james potter fanfiction #james potter x reader #lily evans fanfiction #lily evans #lily evans x reader #hurt/comfort #panic attack #james potter x lily evans x reader #james potter x you #lily evans x you

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ao3commentoftheday · 5 months

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I've never orphaned a fic, but I'm glad AO3 has the option to do that. When I was in my late teens, I deleted all of my work from FFN because I thought I was done writing fanfic and for some reason got the idea into my head that it was dangerous to just leave them up, in case future employers or whoever found them. Even though I was writing very tame, mostly K+ and T rated stuff based on relatively uncontroversial original works. *facepalm*

Anyway, if I'd had the option to orphan my fics back then, I think I probably would have done that instead of deleting them. I wish it had been an option. I don't intend on ever orphaning what I'm writing now, but it makes me happy to know that if I ever did want to no longer be associated with it, I'd have the option to do that without taking it offline completely.

It's things like the orphan feature that really highlight the fact that AO3 was created and is maintained by fans. The people who volunteer there are also people who read fic and people who write fic. They get it.

Other features that I think are fantastic include, but are not limited to:

being able to have private bookmarks

being able to subscribe to a single fic, or to a fic series or to an author

the Fannish Next of Kin system whereby you can set a guardian for your fics in case of your death or incapacitation

site skins, which allow you to change the look and feel of the site to something that works best for you

the ability to have a pseudonym account on your main account, so if you want separate our your works that way you can

Tag Wranglers, who read all of the weird and wacky ways we tag our fics and make them searchable and filterable in the database

the search and filter capabilities!!

otp:true

the kudos feature, so I can still show love even when I don't have words

RSS feed capability

the ability to restrict access to my works and to restrict comments on my works

blocking and muting!

never having to click the Proceed button again

Anyone else have a favourite feature that I didn't list above? (if any of my points is new to you, lemme know - I'm always happy to do a deep dive)

#asks and answers

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sweaterkittensahoy · 4 months

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Hello! I have a bit of an embarrassing question to ask you, and you don't have to respond if it's too uncomfortable a topic to discuss. I've been struggling with my family's annual re-watch of Harry Potter this year (something I can’t avoid without upsetting and/or offending my parents), and it's made me think a lot about fandom and my place in it, though I haven’t been active with HP for many years. I had, recently, and briefly, considered doing a podfic of one of the fics I most loved when I was still in fandom, and have since concluded that no matter how far removed from the source material (as an early Marauders fic with M/M and significant deviations from the source material) it just isn’t appropriate anymore.

As to the other fics (written, not pod’ed) still existent on my account, I haven’t quite decided what to do about them yet. I guess my question is: how did you come to the decision to orphan your HP fics, rather than delete them; and would you still make the same decision now, as her tailspin into fascism has worsened?

I'd orphan again, no question.

We are deeply fucking unfortunate that the Rowling situation is one of the worst cases of "I don't think death of the author (the concept, not actual death) will fix this for me."

And, so, I had to decide for myself how I felt about being connected even tangentially to that fucking asshole. And I realized I wanted no connection at all.

But.

And this is the important part.

But. There are people who find comfort and enjoyment in MY stories from HER book series. Yeah, I'm using characters she created, but I'm putting them into different stories than she ever did. I wrote a series about Percy during the war where he was running a safehouse, and I wrote it because I was mad at how little actual war made it into the final book. And people like it BECAUSE it's a much more honest look at war (and that it's Percy/Oliver, but duh).

It turned out, for me, that the answer wasn't to delete everything I'd written and take stories away from people because the originator is a fucking asshole. The answer was to complete the death of the author. Me. By taking my name off my stories.

I assume my stories are still getting read and enjoyed. I hope so, at least. But more importantly to me, I didn't take away something I created to be shared because the original creator is a bad person.

I can't control what Rowling does. I can't control all the people who continue to justify why they continue to give her money while saying out of the other side of their mouth that they know she's a bad person, but Harry Potter means sooooo much to them, so they're just sort of stuck (no, you just want official merch).

I can control my own decision and be happy with it. If someone finds comfort in those stories I wrote, they'll be on AO3 whenever they need them. And setting them free from me and my complicated feelings on all of it was the right decision. I hope they're enjoyed, and I'm glad I left them to be found.

#orphan works #ao3 #ask #answer #anon #harry potter #jk rowling #fic

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andromeda-pleiades · 4 months

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Feel free to just read this and delete it, I don't need a response.

Re: your recent post about noncon/underage content in fandom spaces, specifically in CoD:MW.

It's not an individual's place to police what Fanfiction or Fanart people create. The characters are fictional. The death, torture, and destruction in CoD fics are also fictional. In no country is murder "okay" either, but people die in Fiction all the time. There's a specific tag on Ao3 that authors can and should put on their works if the work features Under-Age or noncon content. You can filter out that tag and not read it.

I don't read them, certainly, bc that's not the kind of story I'm interested in reading, but it doesn't mean it's my right to tell authors to stop writing it. I don't read fics involving daddy kink bc it squicks me out like hell, but it is not my place to tell authors to stop writing fics with it. Fictional characters can't break irl laws, even in "reader insert" fanfictions. Authors are not and cannot be held accountable for the things they write, because they write fictional stories.

I recommend you block the users and tags you don't want to see, and you help encourage the creators you do want to see without insulting others. Your experience will improve. I want it to improve. I don't want you to be unhappy with your experience in any fandom. Fandom spaces are places to find your people, find your little joys, and to coexist peaceably, and it's wonderful when it all works.

With all due respect, you're well spoken, but that's where my respect ends

Let's do this in points

I am not policing what people write. I simply stated how i feel about certain content on the internet.

If you think writing character death or death in general is the same or equal to writing pornographic content about children, you're too far gone.

Once again, you try to dumb down pedophilia into something less than what it is. The things about daddy kinks are two consenting adults who are not getting off on the manipulation and r*pe of children.

Like I said in my previous post, I don't care about your laws or that 'fictional characters' can't break them. I believe that pedophiles are the absolute scum of the earth, and I have no positive feeling when I think of those horrid and disgusting people.

Also, I want to make this very clear. I don't care if you write weird, illegal things like vore or kidnapping on the internet, I only care about the children, and I wish nothing but the worst on anyone who wishes harm on them mentally, physically, and sexually.

I know it may seem hypocritical for me to be okay with certain things on the internet and not okay with other things but I am my own person and I'm allowed to have my own moral compass. And I find no reason why anyone should be okay with this type of content being allowed on the internet.

I know that blocking them and moving on about my day would be the socially acceptable thing to do. But I don't have to be content with the media people consume on the internet. I also have a platform, and I feel strongly about this, so I'm gonna speak out on it.

I know I might sound a bit extremist on this matter, but that's exactly how I feel, I care so deeply about children and their future, and well-being. That I will commit war crimes to make sure they're safe

Also next time you write something think what's the point, if the point is defending pedophiles then you're probably on the wrong side.

#call of duty #call of duty mw2 #cod #kyle gaz garrick #simon ghost riley #ghost #john soap mactavish #john price

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pastself · 3 months

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Want for Nothing: Deleted Scene (Joint Accounts - 1.3k)

So, part of the problem with being a discovery writer is that I have a good 20k of deleted scenes for Want for Nothing. Most of them are nothing special, but some I can’t quite let go of, even though they don’t work anymore — this is one of them.

It’s set in Chapter 3 (4 by ao3 logic) “Tabloid Junkie” and basically has Tony/Peter confronting their new financial dynamic head-on. It got cut because 1/ Peter was going through enough in that chapter, 2/ they were both just… not in the right place to talk about it without it devolving into an argument. It’s unfinished in that respect, because I was just not up to writing whatever new hell they were going to invent.

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The bed was cold when Peter woke the next morning.

Cold, but not empty.

A pile of bank documents lay on top of Tony’s pillow. No note attached – unless several post-its with the words "sign here" counted.

Peter read over the documents alone in his multi-million dollar apartment with the blinds down. Signing would make him a co-owner of Tony's accounts. The balance wasn't listed, but behind the ownership documents were sign-offs for new unlimited lines of credit in Peter's name.

Peter hadn't even known there was such a thing as unlimited credit.

He called Tony.

"Hear me out," Tony said as soon as the call connected. "This is just like May’s medical bills."

"How?"

"Your Aunt's old boss screwed her out of what she'd worked for, so I fixed the damage. This is me doing the same for you."

"But I’m fine. I’m–"

“NYU is pulling your scholarship.”

The words hit Peter like a punch to the gut. His vision blurred and he felt the blood run from his brain. He sat down, hard, on a kitchen stool. Tony was still talking to him, but the words were indistinguishable. Completely obscured by the white noise of panic running through him.

His scholarship.

The one he’d spent years fighting for, pulling weeks of all-nighters to ensure he stayed in the city’s top percentile. Padding his resume with debate team and volunteer work, on top of his jobs and Spider-Man. His scholarship. The one he and May had cried over, together, when it had come through. The one that had been set to get him through college, miraculously, with ‘only’ 20 grand of student debt.

Gone.

“–but you told me to tell you before I pull shit. So I put the foundation on hold, and figured we could just pay this all out of pocket. Out of your pocket, if you’ll let me–”

“Wait, what?”

Tony was silent for a beat. “You missed everything I said, huh?”

“I… what?”

Tony let out a sad sigh, and Peter desperately wished they were having this conversation in person.

“The scholarship is gone, babe.”

“But why… how can they do this?”

“It’s the apartment. It’s legally in your name, and when they… found out about your change of address, they decided to re-evaluate your financial status. You don’t qualify for aid anymore.”

Oh.

“But an apartment doesn’t pay for, like, tuition. Or food. Or just… anything else. I quit my jobs. Just because I’m living here–”

“They don’t see it that way. So, either we fight them, which I’m happy to do, or we just give them money. In this case, I think paying them off is the better option.”

Peter squeezed his eyes shut and tried to swallow back the lump in his throat. He knew Tony was just trying to help but, fuck, if didn’t feel like someone had just pulled the rug out from under him.

“You said something about a foundation?” he said, trying to piece together Tony’s earlier rant.

“I uh-” Tony started, before clearing his throat awkwardly. Peter heard him fidget with something on his desk. “My first thought was to set up a foundation under SI that could just give you a new scholarship.”

“Are you kidding me–”

“But, I remembered you told me to just ask you before I did shit. So, I shelved the scholarship idea and instead I’m asking. This is me asking, okay? Let me do this for you. Let me fix this.”

Peter looked down at the bank documents Tony had provided. It was too much. He couldn’t imagine having total access to Tony’s money; he didn’t want the responsibility that came with that.

“Can’t you just… pay my tuition? And give me something for expenses?”

Tony made no reply for a long moment. Long enough for Peter to feel antsy. Because really, what kind of person said no to a fortune?

“Those documents would give you more security,” Tony said, eventually. “I wouldn’t be able to take away your access without your consent. So if… if things don’t work out, you’ll be able to look out for yourself.”

If things don’t work out?

“Are you breaking up with me?” Peter said instinctively, irrationally.

“Jesus, Peter, no. People don’t hand over billions of dollars as a parting gift. No. Definitely not breaking up with you.”

“Billions?” Peter let out a croak of a laugh. “Right, yeah, of course, right. Sorry.”

“I just– you should have the freedom.”

Peter understood Tony’s motivation, in theory – but he hated it. Because Tony was family, now, and Peter couldn’t imagine a world in which he wouldn’t be. Couldn’t imagine a world in which he’d choose to stop taking Tony’s support. Or in which Tony would stop giving it, even if they stopped dating.

But maybe Tony needed that reassurance. Maybe this wasn’t just about Peter. Maybe this was one of those points of compromise MJ kept talking about.

“Is that… is that ‘freedom’ important for you?”

“Yes,” Tony answered immediately.

Okay. Compromise it is, then.

“Alright, alright,” Peter tried to bring his mind into focus. Tried to think of a way this would work for both of them. “Could you set it up in a way that… I dunno, lets me have access up to a certain limit? And a set time-frame? That way you’ll know I’ll be able to cover tuition and expenses for… well, however long you think.”

“So no limits and forever?”

“Tony–”

“What?" Tony said stubbornly. "That’s what you deserve.”

Peter sighed. “I’m not saying no, Tony. But the idea of being responsible for, like, an infinite amount of money freaks me out. I don’t want to be on the Forbes list or–”

“Those lists are bullshit PR–”

“Well, whatever. You get my point. I get that you want me to have that extra cushion, but I– I’m trying to compromise here. I already trust you to support me — I don’t see why we need to do all this, especially since it will inevitably end up in the Bugle.”

Tony was silent, but for a pen tapping contemplatively.

“Is this a kink thing?” he said

Peter definitely hadn’t seen the conversation going this direction.

“What? A- a what?”

“You know,” Tony said, voice oddly detached and casual. “‘Pay for me, own me, control me.’ Are you trying to tell me you have an ownership kink? That you’re into the whole codependent, power transfer thing?”

“That’s a thing?”

Tony let out a gust of air, and Peter heard more rustling in the background. Peter genuinely has no idea how to continue this conversation.

“Yes. It’s a thing,” Tony said, at last. “Is it your thing?”

“Is it yours?” Peter volleyed back.

“Not necessarily.”

“Okay, well…” Peter still didn’t know what to say. “Ditto?”

Tony was quiet for another long minute. Peter started counting his breaths to keep himself from speaking.

“So,” Tony said eventually. “You want me to control your finances, but not in a kinky way. Honestly, that may be worse.”

Peter sighed. “No,” he said, emphatically. “I don’t want you to control anything. What I want is the scholarship I dedicated years of my life to getting. But, given that’s not an option, I am happy to accept your support – which doesn’t have to mean access to all your money. I love May, and I’d help her with anything, but we still have separate bank accounts. See where I’m going with this?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah — you want a daddy.” Tony’s voice was hard. Angry.

Peter genuinely wanted to throw his phone out the window. Actually, he could hear it crack slightly under his hand, so he put it down and just let himself breathe.

And breathe.

“Peter?” came Tony’s voice.

Peter finally picked up his phone. “If you were anyone else I would have hung up.”

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Edit with my tags (lol making me change my tumblr ways): fwiw Peter still doesn’t know if the money thing is a sex thing for him, bc it is just so intertwined with the way Peter feels Tony’s love for him. Obvs that impacts the sex but not — directly?

#my writing #want for nothing #Peter still doesn’t know if the money thing is a sex thing for him fwiw #it’s just so intertwined with the way Peter feels Tony’s love for him #which obvs impacts the sex but not — directly?

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metalomagnetic · 1 year

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I have been made aware ‘Either must die at the hand of the other’ was posted on Good Reads, by someone who isn’t me. They even made an account under the name Metalomagnetic. I have been in contact with Good Reads but they refuse to completely delete it.

Please don’t do this! Please don’t post fics on Good Reads, especially without consent and don’t make an account with an author’s name.

Good Reads isn’t meant for fan fiction!

If you like a fic so much, you can bookmark it on Ao3, download it etc- there’s no reason to shelve it/post it on any other site.

I know I am not the only one to have this happen to one of my works, and, I assure you, no author is pleased to have to deal with this.

In case the person that uploaded ‘Either must die’ there reads this- please take it down!

Thank you!

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raina-at · 5 months

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Fic writer 20 Questions

Thanks for the tag, @khorazir!

How many works do you have on AO3?

29 fics, three J2 RPS, 1 Supernatural, the rest is Sherlock.

What’s your total AO3 wordcount?

490,267 (though I have to add that a lot of my old fics aren’t on AO3, my overall word count must be well over a million.)

What fandoms do you write for?

In the past, Star Wars, Supernatural, Harry Potter, RPS. Right now it’s Sherlock, and has been for a while. And I don’t see that changing any time soon.

What are your top five fics by kudos?

Bakers with Benefits

Don’t Read the Last Page

Running Obliquely

Take Two

All I Want for Christmas (is Proof)

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I always respond to comments, or at least I try my best to. It’s only polite, people took time to give me feedback, the least I can do is to thank them for their time.

What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I don’t do angsty endings, my fics all end happily ;-)

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Hm. Well. All my fics end on a happy note, but for me, it’s probably Spare Parts because that happy ending was the one I felt was the hardest won. But I do have a soft spot for the last chapter of Bakers with Benefits, because that was also a long road, both for Sherlock and for me.

Do you get hate on fics?

Hasn’t happened so far. Granted, I only posted one of my many, many Wincest stories, so maybe if I had more of them on AO3, but as it stands, I never got hate on one of my fics, and I hope it stays this way. The odd rude comment, but no hate.

Do you write smut?

Yup. But not a lot of it. I find the older I get the less smut I write, probably because it’s starting to feel repetitive. Which is funny, because I’ve written hundreds of love confessions and I never get tired of those.

Do you write crossovers?

Not yet. If the inspiration strikes, I might yet write one, but so far I haven’t.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I’m aware of. I’m not on Wattpad and the likes, so there might be some stolen copies of my works out there, but who knows. Someone once told me about this person who plagiarized one of my J2 fics and re-wrote it as a Degrassi het fic, but the person had already deleted their account, so I couldn’t verify it. That was… bizarre.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes, several. Speak Now was translated into Spanish, Bakers with Benefits into French and Without Complexities or Pride into Russian.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

My darling wife @nuttersinc and I co-wrote thousands of words of fic. We hosted fests and LJ communities, ran an online RPG together and co-wrote a huge fic series that we abandoned when we both fell out of that fandom at the same time. We haven’t been in the same fandom since back in our Supernatural days, but we did just about everything fandom spouses can do together except host a podcast ;-)

14 . What’s your all time favourite ship?

I mean… Johnlock just has The Dynamic down to a science. You can do so much with them. You can do anything. They’re so wonderfully perfect for each other in all their fucked-up, flawed, deeply human glory. But having said that, I have a weak spot deep in my heart for Mulder and Scully, because they were so important to me as a teenager, and they led me to fandom and fanfic. They’re the first ship that truly owned my soul. So a part of my heart will always belong to them.

(They also led me to my second favourite het ship of all time, Peter Wimsey and Harriet Vane, because Mulder compared himself and Scully to Peter and Harriet in one of my favourite fics, so of course I had to go read the books, and man, that’s a Dynamic, right there. Two whip-smart, emotionally extremely vulnerable people both desperately wanting and being deadly scared of true intimacy. I eat that up with a spoon. Also love the ‘man totally besotted with the smart, independent woman cutting his ego down to size’ dynamic.)

15. What’s the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Oh, so MANY. I never post WIPS because I want to feel free to abandon stories whenever, so I’m the only one haunted by my WIP folder, but there’s a few in there I would really like to come back to one of these days. But never say never, the first three pages of Nothing Gold Can Stay sat in there for MONTHS, gestating. You never know.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I can only say what I enjoy writing, I hope that joy translates itself to the page. I love writing dialogue and I think I’m pretty good at it. I think I’m good at pacing, and I think I’m good at making people Feel Things.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I sometimes lose patience with plot. Because I mostly use plot as a means for character development, I sometimes lose patience with my own plots. That mostly happens in the fics I don’t finish, and it’s mostly the reason I don’t finish the fic. I’m also not especially good at handling large casts of characters, many of my fics have very few characters.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in a fic?

Honestly, it hasn’t come up yet. I would only do it in German, because that’s my native language, otherwise I’d be too worried to get it wrong. I don’t generally like it when conversations aren’t translated. Othewise I have no strong feelings about it.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Wrote? X-Files. Posted? Roswell.

20. Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

Oh, that’s hard. The ones I loved writing the most are probably Take Two and my J2 highschool AU. I wrote both very quickly in a sort of fugue state, and it just feels amazing when that happens. The one I enjoy re-visiting the most? Bakers with Benefits.

Tagging @keirgreeneyes @jrow @discordantwords @thetimemoves and anyone else who wants to do this.

#bbc sherlock #my fic #writing #20 fic writer questions #this is fun

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