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#i have never once written a piece that was 1k words or more
astrophileous · 5 months
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Hmmmmm for Hotch maybe him lowkey coddling reader when she gets hurt shortly during a case shortly after they start dating? Maybe the team wasn’t aware until they saw him fret this much when he had never done it to this level in the past? 🥹
Thanks for the request babes!! My first Aaron fic ever, so hopefully it's not too bad for a first 🥺 I hope this is to your liking ❤️
Warning(s): gn!reader, established relationship, talks of traffic accident, mentions of injuries, protective hotch, mean words (hotch is just worried abt you ok??)
This blurb was written as a part of the "Zara's Birthday Bash and Road to 1K" celebration.
Zara's Birthday Bash and Road to 1K Masterlist / Criminal Minds Masterlist
You heard him before you even laid eyes upon him.
Amidst the beeping machines and the moderate ruckus of the emergency room, Aaron's voice penetrated the air like a sword. The authority dripped like lava from his tone as he badgered Derek for your whereabouts, and before you could shuffle out of the hospital bed that had been your safe haven for the past hour, the cubical curtain surrounding you was suddenly yanked open.
Your movements ceased once you locked eyes with a frowning Aaron Hotchner.
"Hey—"
"Are you insane?"
You looked at him dumbfoundedly.
"Do you have a death wish? Is that it? Or are you just stupid?"
A few feet behind him, you could see Derek and Emily exchanging silent looks between the two of them. Everyone knew that Aaron was notorious for being frigid, and he had a strong impartiality when it came to any of his team members doing something impetuous on the field, but the words seeping out of Aaron's mouth at that moment sounded overtly harsh to those who knew him.
"Hotch—" Derek took a step forward, trying to come to your defense, "—it's not (Y/N)'s fault."
"I'm not talking to you." Aaron's response was cutting and final. It baffled Derek enough for him to trace his step back.
"What's wrong with you?" you asked once the shock dissipated, returning your voice to its rightful owner once more. "Why are you being like this?"
"Me? You're asking me? I should be the one asking you."
Your eyebrows pulled together in confusion. "We were chasing the UnSub—"
"You went rogue," he cut you off. "Morgan told me everything. There's no point in denying it."
Derek raised his arms in surrender when your stare of betrayal slid his way. "Fine. I'm sorry I grabbed a random civilian's bike and crashed it against the UnSub's car. You don't have to worry about paying anything back, I'll figure something out."
"Is that what you think this is about?" Aaron pinched the bridge of his nose. "I could care less about monetary compensations. We can deal with that later. You could've been killed, don't you understand?"
It was his last admission that finally made the pieces in your head click into place. Beneath the anger inside Aaron's words was actually a hidden anxiety ready to break free. He was worried about you, even if he was showing it in the least hospitable way possible.
Your relationship with Aaron was young; green around the edges and blooming every single day like tulips in spring. Nobody else in the world knew about it yet, and the two of you wanted to keep it that way. At least, that was what you agreed upon after having that lengthy discussion following your first official date.
And yet, none of that mattered when your fingers opted to reach out for Aaron's hand. You pretended not to notice the gasp that Emily let out as you urged your boyfriend to look into your eyes.
"I know you're worried, but I'm fine. I'm right here with you, and I'm okay." Aaron's shoulders physically collapsed at your reassurance. Every other noise in the hospital seemed to drown out in the aftermath. "The doctor's gonna clear me in no time, trust me."
"It still doesn't erase the fact that what you did was reckless." Aaron stepped closer towards the bed, overcrowding your senses as his thumb swept over your left eyebrow, just below the wound you had obtained from the crash. "Does it hurt?"
You shook your head no. The injury to your head was relatively minor. Your arm, on the other hand, was sustaining a quite sizable gash from your collision with the car.
Aaron's eyes followed your gaze that had meandered towards the gauze covering your arm. "How many stitches?"
Reluctantly, you answered, "Seven."
You heard his sharp breath before he turned around to face Derek. "Where's the UnSub now?"
Derek jerked his head to the right, where you reckoned the UnSub was being treated for their own injuries from the crash. The words of protest died in your throat as Aaron began to saunter to the other end of the ER with Derek hot on his heels.
With the two men's departure, Emily was the only one who remained.
"So—" she smiled knowingly, leaning against the foot of your bed, "—you and Hotch? When did that happen?"
You slammed your head back on the pillow, muffling your groan with your uninjured arm. "Shut up."
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ax-y10 · 3 months
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irritating interests
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in which; a rivalry becomes a romance
requested by @phxntomsdusk; wilbur x reader, enemies to lovers, highschool tropes. wilbur slowly falling for reader and becoming worried when they don’t show up to school until he finally confesses?? (not the full request)
about; explicit language, silent pining, rivalry, enemies to lovers, nervousness, a few kisses, rude behaviour, competitiveness, yelling, purposefully lowercase, use of y/n
word count; i wrote this on mobile and don't wanna try to find the word count. probably 1k, around there
celebrate here;
all you wanted to do was get through this last lesson of the day and go home, and try at a somewhat peaceful day, but wilbur clearly didn't know 'leaving someone alone' meant. he was watching your every move with caution, more or less, adoration.
"wilbur! please! i've had enough of your bullshit!" you yelled in the hallway, attracting the attention of other students. he'd walked out of class a few minutes after you and approached you, waving his test paper in your face, a clear '100%' written in red pen in the corner.
he knew something was finally wrong when a tear slipped down your face after your exclamation, and he chased after you down the hallway, tripping over his shoelaces.
"y/n! y/n, wait! listen to me!" his voice was desperate now. you had never heard that tone in his voice, and you felt bad. you really did. but you'd rather not give him an ounce more of your attention. your last class wasn't with him, thankfully, but he wasn't letting down the fact that he's made you upset.
you get to the bathrooms and lock yourself in a stall, hoping that he'll give up and leave you alone. you heard footsteps approaching the bathroom, but you never heard footsteps leaving.
'but he can't skip geography. he loves geography.'
and you can't skip your class. your parents will kill you if they find out.
opting to leave the bathrooms, you speed walk to your class, dodging anything wilbur had to say with a "wilbur, i'm gonna be late!" or a "shut up!". reaching your classroom, you place your bag on the floor and rest your face in your hands.
class came and went like a breeze, and you were now sitting in your bedroom, scanning through piles of homework and eating a snack. your last class had sent you home with a fuck-ton of homework, all due by halfway through the next week.
11pm rolled around, and you were utterly exhausted, and having a shower in the morning sounded way easier than now. wrapped up in your blankets, you drifted into a comfortable sleep.
---
you woke up needing to vomit, but not from sickness, but more so nervousness. wilbur's episode yesterday had shaken you around a little bit, and you did not like the thought of dealing with him on a friday.
you open your phone, remembering you had wilbur's number, for some reason. you were about to open his contact and tell him to leave you alone but you were interrupted by a text from him.
'hey y/n. i'm sorry for yesterday. meet me after school at the park down the road, if you can. again, sorry.'
'wilbur. can we do it tomorrow. i don't want to deal with anything today'
he read your message and you assumed he left for school.
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he stood around all day, hoping to see your face pop up at least once but it never did. he had resorted to constantly checking his phone and ripping pieces of paper from his books, scribbling little messages on them, and shoving them in his pants pocket.
he was a mess, to say the least.
he was worried about someone he knew didn't care about him when they didn't show up to school. how pathetic can he get? he was never worried when you stayed home sick or when you went on a holiday, but this. this was different.
this was now. this is when he has finally gained feelings. this was the present time.
---
you ran down to the park, having completely forgotten that wilbur had messaged you yesterday after school saying he was happy to meet up today. you were struggling against the wind, your hair in your face and your loose band tee stuck to your body.
wilbur wasn't much better than you. he was picking at his fingernails, chewing on his fingers and flipping his phone around on his hands. he was a mess, yet again.
you spotted him sitting on a bench under a tree. he looked just as bad as you. well, a little bit better. he had actually put thought into his appearance. you showed up expecting to be able to leave within five minutes.
however, you couldn't have been further from the truth. two hours have passed since you sat down next to him, and majority of that time was spent with wilbur muttering short, breathless apologies to you. you'd said a few things, but now you were stuck with a prominent blush staining your face.
it fell silent over the both of you, staring out into the small pond, smiling at the ducks chewing at a few bread crumbs.
before he spoke up.
"i like you." he avoided your gaze.
"wilbur, what?"
"i like you. maybe that's why I find it hard to talk to you in any other way than pointless jokes. i didn't realise i was hurting you because i was so worried that my feelings would somehow get out to you." he admitted, an identical blush coating his face, making you lightly laugh at him.
"you pissed me off a lot though. and you thought i was stupid. and that i wasn't as smart as you. did you mean any of that?" you were worrying now.
"no, no no, no. i never meant that. again, i was too worried about my feelings for you that i completely disregarded how you felt." he quickly said, shutting his mouth as fast as he could.
this time, however. you didn't laugh. you didn't snicker. you didn't tease him.
you learnt over and rested on his shoulder, pressing a small kiss to his cheek. you press the same kiss to his nose, and then finally to his lips. he looked funny, lipgloss slightly smudged on his face, but at least he wasn't an ass about it.
he pressed more kisses to your lips, and sealing your fates with a long, warm kiss.
he wouldn't be teasing you anytime soon.
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iamasaddie · 7 months
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Hey babe :)
So for your celebration, i would looooove to read some somnophilia. I'm sure you'd write something fucking hot.
Have a beautiful afternoon 😘
Hello, my darling!! Thank you so much for this! Somno is something I've never written before, so it was definitely a challenge for me! I hope you like the finished product, ILY !
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sweet dreams are made of this
paring: Joel Miller x f!Reader rating: explicit (18+ minors DNI) word count: 1,2k~ warnings: ER; somnophilia; explicit sexual content; male masturbation; thigh fucking; dirty talk; no use of y/n. let me know if I missed anything a/n: a very special and intimate thank you to @johnwatsn for being an incredible person and beta-ing this work <3 dedicated to @milla-frenchy MY MAIN MASTERLIST 1k celebration masterlist
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He didn’t know what was so alluring about seeing you sleep. Naturally, he understood that a normal person would either ignore their sleeping partner, or find it adorable and move on. They wouldn’t feel the scorching blast of arousal shooting through their system, making their skin impossibly tight, prickling with needles of need.
Joel tried to find a reasonable explanation for his dick getting hard whenever he saw your lips parted, small puffs of breath leaving your mouth as sleep claimed your body with its tight grip. Was it the excitement of finally seeing you so relaxed and unbothered after the distraught you've been living through for so long? The mellow curves of your body that looked even softer now that you weren't tensed with consciousness? Whatever it was, it slowly drove him insane. Insatiable.
He gave in one night, climbing out of your shared bed and sitting himself on a chair beside it so as to not wake you up. Not only was he embarrassed with the lengths his need led him to, but it would also ruin the whole reason because of which he was doing it. Dropping his boxers to his knees, he choked his cock with terrifying vigor, trying to find that needed release while also not taking his eyes off your sleeping form. Your hair splayed on the pillow - what a luxury in the world that had ended more than two decades ago - like a halo, naked body barely covered by a sheet, in attempts to get some comfort during the nights filled with heat and humidity. Joel jerked his cock a handful of times before spilling his seed all over his pouchy stomach, biting his lip to suffocate the guttural sounds that accompanied his orgasm. He did that once, then again a week later, and again the next day until it became a nightly occurrence and he even forgot to think about the depravity of it all.
Tonight, as he sat in his usual spot, long-forgotten shame even less visible in the darkness of the room, something was different. For the first time, your sleeping body wasn't facing him; you had turned away the moment you crawled into the bed. Joel hated when you fought, but the safety and the constant close proximity sometimes triggered something in him, it also triggered something in you. A small slip in wording would end up in your fists flying and his chest getting the hits. You'd both scream words you didn't mean and it'd tear his heart into pieces. Sometimes you and him both would wonder if you should've gone your separate ways once you’d settled in Jackson, but the moment he'd brush your hair out of your face in a quiet apology, you always accepted. Or when you'd come to him from behind, kissing his shoulder blade through his flannel, you both knew that apart you'd suffer more than together. You hadn't had a fight for a while, so tonight it was a big one, you even smashed his only cup centimeters away from his head before storming into your bedroom. He quietly followed you after finishing off what was left of the bottle of whiskey and laid on the farthest end of your shared bed in a crappy mood. But when he woke up in the middle of the night to open a window and let in some air, his cock informed him about his usual needs.
That's why now he was rubbing his cock raw with his fist, but the long-awaited release was both on the precipice, and also as far away as the happy past. 
"Fuck," he quietly muttered. At this point it was painful. The saliva he used already dried off and he was nowhere close to coming. But there was no way he'd be able to fall asleep like that.
Still, Joel climbed back to bed naked, leaving his boxers on the floor. As he lay down, his stiff, burning cock hit his soft stomach, smearing the precum on the skin. Against his better judgment, he creeped closer to you, spooning your pliant body from behind and inhaling your gentle smell. Sometimes it was the only thing that could bring him comfort, just the way you smelled, so warm and homey. So safe. You let out a barely audible sleepy groan and he was ready to apologize, but then you pushed your ass back, unconsciously grinding your plush behind on his naked and needy cock. 
"Oh, baby, fucking hell," his moan could wake you up. It should've woken you up, but it didn't. Joel's hands became braver, moving from your shoulder and underneath your t-shirt – his t-shirt – to cup your sex. "You're drenched already, my love." He chuckled lovingly, pressing his lips into your neck and eliciting soft breathy sounds from you. "You better be dreaming of my cock."
His thick fingers circled the wet patch on your panties, dragging your slick up and down your lips. Moved by only his need of you and release, he pressed your body closer still, moving a little and slipping his cock between the plush of your closed thighs. The tightness of their embrace could not compare to the choking grip of his hand, but it was so, so much more preferable. Losing himself in your body was close to a religious experience, he still marveled at how he got this fucking lucky. Maybe he deserved it, maybe he did something right. 
Your skin slicked by his precum gave the perfect pressure and friction for him to start losing his mind. The sweat covered his temples as he tried not to make unnecessary movements and wake you up. His chest was almost flush with your back, a steady pumping of his hips the only motion he allowed himself.
"Fuck, baby, every part of you can get me off." He knew you couldn't hear him, but he cradled a hope that maybe his voice would appear in your dream. Joel knew how much you liked it when he growled filth in your ear. "Wish I could slide into your tight pussy, but I don't want to wake you up." He continued his shallow thrusts, feeling closer and closer to the edge. His heavy balls were drawn up tight, ready to burst. "Maybe next time, when you're not mad and don't sleep in your panties I will just stuff your pussy full of my cock. Bet a pretty cock worshiper like you would love to wake up with me buried deep inside her cunt."
Imagining himself sliding inside your warm wet pussy while you were still asleep was his undoing. His cock started pulsing, spurting one, two, three thick long ropes between your thighs, almost feeling them now sticking to your skin. Fuck, how he was supposed to explain that? 
"Fu- fuck fuck fuck fuuuuck"
He licked his top lip, sweat beading in his cupid's bow, and kissed his lover's neck. Joel's breathing was labored, his heart practically breaking his ribcage with the intensity of its beating that he tried to calm down.
"You know, you could've just said you were sorry." Your voice was sleepy, barely louder than a whisper, but it deafened Joel's unsuspecting ears.
"Baby, I…–"
You turned around, tugging his hands around you in a tight embrace, and kissed him sloppily on his lips. "I'm glad you came, but now it's my turn. You got another one in ya, cowboy?"
"Fuck yes."
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leave a comment if you liked that, ily
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xzho-writes · 2 years
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and so, i confide in parchment and ink
pairings: zhongli, diluc, kaeya x gn!reader
genre: angst/comfort
summary: in which you are separated from the genshin men, and their only way of communicating with you is through words shakily scribbled on a blank piece of paper.
wc: 700, 900, 1k
warnings: slight angst (mostly in kaeya’s), mentions of blood and injury
a/n: i’m dividing these into three parts with three characters in each. thank you all for these past few months, and i hope to be back some time in the future! i’ve also decided to name diluc’s falcon here so i hope you don’t mind :)
directory:
- ✦ masterlist - ✦ series masterlist - ✦ (pt.2), (pt.3)
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zhongli
liyue’s most esteemed gentleman heaves a particularly weary sigh as he eyes the delicate slip of paper before him. the quill in his hand tap, tap, taps away at the surface of his office desk in a futile effort to relieve the twinge in his ancient heart.
it’s become a constant feeling, this pang.  
a gloved hand rises to ease the pain in his chest, clutching at the area encasing the organ, but it does little to relieve the unwelcome feeling. the words on the parchment are blurred and are nothing more than obscured shapes but zhongli shakes away the tears before they could fall.
a single drop would ruin your letter after all, and you deserved only the very best of what he could give you.
with an aching soul, the former age-old archon flits his tired eyes over his penmanship once more. you always did love his handwriting, never missing the opportunity to compliment his skills whenever you chanced a glance at his works.
the fond memory gives him just enough strength to rise and fetch the qingxin flower sitting at your bedside table- one he had plucked himself after scaling the heights of minlin’s stone peaks. your favourite flower, he recalls.
he grabs his cologne on the way back, too. an earthy scent. homely.
zhongli returns to his desk with the flower cradled in one hand and his cologne in the other. after confirming the contents of his letter, your lover sprays a generous amount of his signature scent onto the paper and tucks it into its envelope, sealing the item carefully with wax. then with extra care he ties the delicate flora to the envelope using a thin chord.
he gives the gift a satisfied nod and carefully stows it away in his inner pocket.
it didn’t take long for zhongli to travel to the nearest postal service, practically sprinting there in an attempt for you to receive his words as soon as possible, desperately hoping you’d send one back in reply.
zhongli went to bed that night recalling what he’d written in his message to you.
“my greatest treasure,
please forgive how solemn this letter might sound. i assure you, darling, that this was never my intention.
my fingers itch ceaselessly to pull you close but given our current circumstances i am loathe to accept that impossibility. and so, with the loss of my closest confidant, i instead confide in parchment and ink.
how have you been faring on your travels, my love? are you taking care of yourself? enjoying the new scenery?
if in the unfortunate case that you aren’t, i have a little story that i’m sure would humour you: as i was cooking dinner this evening, i was struck with the realisation that i’d mistakenly made two portions of bamboo shoot soup… a dish of mine that i know you quite enjoy- it seems even subconsciously i cannot stop thinking about you.
perhaps this small anecdote might encourage that smile which i love so dearly to adorn your face in my absence.
it pains me that you must be away for so long. is it selfish for me to hope that you long for me just as i yearn for you? if so, then please forgive me. these thoughts refuse to leave no matter how hard i will them to.
despite today only marking a fortnight since your departure i fear that i may not be able to tolerate another week without your presence.
i miss you, my love… terribly so. it’s rather lonely here without your company.
i’d prefer to share all my thoughts with you in person but it seems this is the best i can do as of now. regardless, please remember to eat all your meals which i regrettably cannot provide (you seem to have the hapless knack of forgetting such important things- much to my utter dismay), and ensure you come back home to me safely.
i patiently await your return, my dearest.
with all the love in my heart,
- zhongli.”
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diluc
the moon is high in the sky when you hear it- the shrill cry of a falcon. you recognise the sound immediately and jump out of your lonely queen-sized bed, throwing your book aside and flinging the doors of your balcony wide open.
there in the distance was diluc’s feathery companion in all her glory. she spots you instantly and hones in to land at the railing just in front of you, shrieking at your figure and giving her grand wings a restful shake.
“avaria!”
the friendly creature caws at her name, happy to be in the presence of her master’s most beloved. with one finger you reach out to gently ruffle the feathers of her chest in a manner similar to how you’ve seen diluc pet her. you receive quiet coos of content in exchange for your kind gesture and with one extended arm you invite the bird to perch on your forearm.
she happily takes her place atop your appendage and once on your arm you finally take notice of the scroll attached to her left leg.
a letter. from diluc, no doubt.
“what’s this, hmm?” you ask the bird in a curious tone full of mirth.
she all but peers at you with keen eyes and you breathe out, humoured, at her obvious inability to respond to your question.
“thank you, avaria. you’ve done well to fly here.”
carefully unlatching the letter from her leg, you turn to head back inside hoping to feed the wise bird in order to replenish her strength but pause at the way the falcon latches onto your arm tighter with her talons. you realise that she must be itching to make her way back, to inform diluc of her successful delivery, and so you give her a parting kiss to her head instead, petting her chest once more for good measure.
“keep him safe, alright?”
she nips gently at your finger and you can only take it as a sign of both understanding and affection. you chuckle happily at your silly guess, your wishful thinking.
with a mighty cry and the strong beating of her wings, you send avaria off with the careful launch of your arm and watch as her figure retreats into the midnight sky.
her piercing shrieks are the last thing you hear before making your way back to your shared bed, one that feels rather cold with the absence of your lover, tucking yourself into the sheets and lighting a nearby lamp.
you run your fingers over the delicate scroll and smile knowingly at diluc’s elegant penmanship. beautiful and neat as always.
there’s an odd sensation tugging at your heart, a feeling that only ever comes whenever you’re separated from the ragnvindr, and you wonder whether or not to save the letter for tomorrow instead, lest you fall asleep with a heavy heart.
but patience was never really a virtue you possessed in abundance and when it came to diluc’s wellbeing… said virtue was nigh inexistent.
with nothing but the company of the moon, you get lost in the feel of parchment at your fingers and the allure of the darkest ink.
“my love,
i hope this letter finds you in good health.
as of writing this message, it’s currently around nine in the evening and i’ve managed to find shelter in one of the many caves here in dragonspine. the bitter cold is incessant and i’m yet again reminded of the blessing that is my vision.
fortunate, isn’t it? this pyro vision.
and yet, despite the heat it provides me with and although my mind is at ease with the fact that you’re home and safe at the winery, i can’t help but wonder how much warmer i’d feel if you were here with me. i’m almost certain you’d be clinging onto my side and whining about how much you hate the cold, face flushed with the bite of frost and unknowingly sharing your warmth with me.
but i should stop with the wishful thinking. it only encourages the longing in my heart and i really shouldn’t have any distractions on this case.
as for my progress, i’ve finally discovered the final location of the abyss mages’ hideout. pesky little things. if i make haste i should be through with this mission by daylight and home by the time you awaken.
i’m fine too, so don’t worry yourself sick with my wellbeing as you so often tend to do. there’s bound to be a bruise or two somewhere but it’s nothing to fret over.
it’s alright. don’t worry.
usually i’d ask you about your day and any troubles you might’ve experienced, as i do with each letter addressed to you, but i’d rather save that conversation for when i next see you.
avaria will no doubt make her way back to you after informing me that you’ve received this letter, expecting you to write one in return, but don’t trouble yourself. as previously mentioned, please save all your thoughts for my return.
i am eager to hear your voice once again. it’s... been far too quiet without your constant chatter to fill the silence. i’d much prefer to have you here, talking to your heart’s content, but i would never jeopardise your safety in favour of my selfish desires.
i’ll be home soon, my love. i promise.
- diluc.”
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kaeya
“damn...”
there’s a searing pain in kaeya’s leg. it shoots up the limb, up his spine from where he sits on the ground.
one glance to his left thigh has the captain gritting his teeth and clenching his fists in order to alleviate the throbbing sensation. there’s a gash there. a huge one, so very deep and so very red. his blood stains the fabric of his pants and soils the ground beneath him.
but he does his best to ignore the feeling. does his best not to focus on the over-hanging threat of blood loss. it’s— it’s imminent. it’s bound to be, what with the rate at which his blood pools below him, but he can’t fall into the depths of unconsciousness.
no, not yet.
not when he hasn’t sent you his weekly letter. 
he promised, after all. promised he’d send you a letter for each week he had to be away on this damned expedition. for each week he coudn’t be home and by your side.
black dots swim around in his peripherals, but the cavalry captain stifles the heady feeling and instead turns his line of sight towards the right.
a desk. chair. a half-empty pot of ink... and a single slip of paper.
with great effort kaeya manages to rise to his feet. the world tips and twists around him but he manages to grab hold of the nearby makeshift bed.
the man has to actively recall how to walk, reduced to having the coordination of a newborn fawn: his injury was on his left, so that meant...
right leg, left leg. right leg, left leg.
kaeya is thankful for the tiny space of his tent despite having been used to his grand office. it only took a total of four shaky steps to reach his destination. he didn't know if he could manage any further.
a bloodied hand reaches out for the quill sitting in the ink pot, missing entirely at first before finally grabbing hold of the delicate item, the other reaching out for the stray parchment.
it's smeared with red now. he hopes you don't mind.
of course you would, he admits. of course you would, you'd worry almost instantly. what else would this colour mean?
it's not like he could fetch a new piece of paper, though. this would have to make do.
and so, with the final remnants of both his strength and his consciousness, kaeya scribes.
there’s someone knocking at your door, three raps against the polished wood.
your ears perk up immediately at the sound and, donning a thicker robe to keep out the morning chill, you make your way towards the entrance of your abode.
a familiar face greets your visage as you peer out of the peep-hole, an excitable smile on your face as you open the door for your guest.
“noelle! what brings you here this morning?” you greet, and the maid gives you a friendly smile and a small wave with her ironclad hand.
something clasped with her other catches your attention.
somethings brown.
“this is addressed to you,” she holds up the item you’d just been staring at. it’s an envelope with your name on it, albeit rather hastily written. “it came in last night.”
“thank you, noelle.”
the favonius maid graces you with another of her kind smiles and bows before taking her leave. with the company of no one but yourself again you close the door and quickly make your way back upstairs and into your bedroom, occupied with the slip in your hand.
it must be something from your lover. from kaeya.
the week had gone by without any signs or news from the cavalry captain. you didn’t worry initially, seeing how he was off on an expedition with the other knights, but as the week began to draw to a close with no word from kaeya you had began to feel rather restless.
but it was alright now. you had his letter in your very palms. 
wrapping yourself under your duvet you begin to gently open the envelope. a single pull and the letter glides out and unravels itself before your eyes.
…and the high of anticipation all but crashes around you.
the writing is messy. scribbled. scrawled.
the paper was red. not all of it, only a few dots and a single streak, but the fact still stands.
it was red.
red?
wine, perhaps? if not wine, then some other alcoholic beverage? red water? no, kaeya loved wine- wouldn’t dream of nursing anything else unless completely necessary. red water didn’t exist. so maybe a juice of the same colour? a fruit stain, a food stain, any stain, something that isn’t, couldn’t be—
archons. there’s blood on the page.
your heart drops.
"calla lily,
i’m sorry.
this won’t be the prettiest of letters i’ve ever sent you by any means, but i hope it still finds its way to you. i’ve not got a lot of space or ink so please bear with me. 
you’re no fool. i’m sure you can deduce my situation with how awful my writing is and the stains on this paper but please don’t worry, alright? it’s just a scratch- nothing our healers and a good night’s sleep won’t fix. it’s certainly nothing i haven’t faced before.
i’ll be okay, dove. promise.
and i’ll be home soon, too. varka and the rest have the situation all under wraps. shouldn’t take too long now. keep the bed warm for me, eh?
i love you, (name).
i’ve lived a lie my entire life, but that’s one thing i’m certain of. dead certain. if that’s the only truth i’ve ever known then so be it. i don’t care.
so please- please believe me. you have to.
take care of yourself for me, and know that no matter the distance between us, i’ll never stop lo—”
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foxy-eva · 1 year
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Confession
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Summary: A heated argument between you and Spencer leads to an unexpected love confession
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
Category: Fluff, Smut
Request by @reidsbookclub: Friends to Lovers & Having an Argument & A Love Letter & Confessing Feelings 
Content Warnings: (18+, minors DNI) arguing, love confession, oral (fem receiving), protected penetrative sex 
Word count: 1k
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It had been hours since you left his apartment but his words were still echoing in your mind. You knew it had been unfair of you to get angry at him after he told you about this woman who had given him her phone number this morning. After all, it had been you who reminded him that the two of you were just friends when he asked you out a couple of months ago.
Your intense reaction to the thought of another woman getting his attention was surprising to you just as much as it was to him and it led you to an important realization.
You were in love with Spencer Reid.
And you might have messed everything up before you had the chance to tell him about it.
You hoped that he knew that you didn’t mean it when you said that you never wanted to see him again. The truth was that you wanted to turn around and knock on his door the minute you stepped out of his apartment. You weren’t sure why you didn’t do it and drove home instead. Probably because you were even more stubborn than he was.
In an attempt to sort through your thoughts and feelings, you took a pen and a piece of paper to write down what went through your head. You hadn’t even intended to write a letter to him but before you realized what you were doing, you were standing in front of Spencer’s apartment again to slide the piece of paper with your written love confession under his door.
Before you had made it down the stairs, you heard his voice calling out your name. Turning around, you walked up a couple of steps until you saw him standing in the doorframe of his apartment. He stared at you with disbelief in his eyes as he held the piece of paper in his hands.
“Please don’t leave,” he mumbled.
Silently you stepped closer to where he stood until you could feel the heat radiating from his body. He motioned for you to come in and closed the door behind you. You knew he was very fast at reading so it was safe to assume that he already knew everything about your feelings for him. Still, he opened the letter in front of you and skimmed over it.
“Is this true?” He wanted to know when his eyes found yours again.
“Yes.”
He stepped closer to you until your bodies almost collided.
“You’re in love with me?” He whispered in disbelief.
“Yes.”
“And you–”
Before he could ask another question, you silenced him with your lips against his. Right when you wanted to pull away at the realization of this bold move, he placed his hands on your waist to keep you in place and reciprocated the kiss. His lips tenderly brushed over yours, this new sensation sending shockwaves through your body.
With one of your hands in the nape of his neck and the other against his back you brought him even closer until there was no distance to be found between your bodies. Spencer was the one who deepened the kiss, his tongue meeting yours as you melted into each other.
After what felt like an eternity his lips moved from your mouth over your jaw until they found your neck to kiss and suck against sensitive skin. You felt him smile against your throat when a whimper fell from your lips. He moved to your ear, whispering, “I have dreamed of this day for months.”
He pulled back to meet your eyes and you could have sworn that he had never looked more beautiful than in this exact moment, with his lips plump from kissing and pupils blown to the rim.
“I love you.”
You gasped at his confession and he was quick to catch your shock with his lips against yours. “I have loved you for so long,” he mumbled against them. “You have no idea how much I love you.”
“Spencer,” you breathed as you leaned back to look at him once more, a wide grin prominent on your face, “I love you, too.”
Without ever truly separating, the two of you stumbled into his bedroom, shedding every piece of clothing on your way. When you lay down on the mattress, Spencer let his eyes wander over your body before he joined you in bed.
“You’re so beautiful,” he purred before his lips found yours once more.
He kissed his way down your body, caressing your breasts and nibbling on every inch of your skin within reach. When he found his destination between your legs, he let his tongue run through your folds as if he was collecting your taste. As he started focussing his attention to your most sensitive spot, you couldn’t help but let moans and whines escape your throat.
When the pressure became almost too much to handle, you whimpered, “Please, Spencer. I need you.”
He sat up between your thighs, reached for a condom in his nightstand and didn’t waste any time to put it on. Leaning over you, he found your eyes right before he started entering you slowly. Your body welcomed his intrusion, your walls clinging tightly around his hardness. He gave you a moment to adjust to the sensation of having him inside you before he cautiously began thrusting into you.
You wrapped your arms and legs around his body to bring him impossibly close as he accelerated his pace. His breath felt hot against your face and you were barely able to keep your eyes open. When you closed them for a moment, you felt Spencer’s fingertips brushing over your cheek while he slowed down his motions.
“Look at me. Please,” he cooed.
You opened your eyes just before your climax rushed through you, locking eyes with Spencer as he pushed you over the edge. He helped you ride out your high before you felt him throbbing inside you as he found his own release.
He captured your lips in a tender kiss before collapsing into your arms, finding his home in your embrace, right where he had always belonged.
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blue-jisungs · 9 months
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5k followers event !
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CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?? BC I CANR 😍 we hit 5k!!!! thank you all so so much from the bottom of my heart, i cannot fully express how thankful i am 🥹 it doesn’t matter if you’re new here or been there since the begging (well technically it does, you’re an OG!!! love u<;3), as someone once said: it doesnt matter whom you have known the longest, it’s about who came and stayed till the end (or something like that lol)
so to celebrate i decided to make a lil poll and txt won the voting! combining my first ever band that waltzed into my heart and stayed there (5sos) with one of the latest ones (txt) seemed like a fun idea! now, if i could i’d write it in a completely different way but my attention span isn’t the greatest + i have a couple of different projects going on (such as the july jam session which was inspired by it btw lol), so here’s how it looks: each member has a piece written (~1k words each) connected to a certain song from an album! i know, i know there’s no sgfg but i couldn’t match anything <\3 and i was having such a hard time bc i am biased, okay? i love youngblood and 5sos5 and it was SO HARD TO PICK A ONE SONG?!
okay i need to stop talking so much. anyways, here’s the masterlist that will be updated! (did u see what i did here? i put them in the order of release just like the way i’ll post my fics–)
good girls ,, huening kai — 2/07
the only reason ,, yeonjun — 4/07
better man ,, beomgyu — 7/07
best years ,, soobin — 10/07
HAZE ,, taehyun — 12/07
again. thank you so so much! i wouldn’t be here if not you!! :( i’d like to thank my moots, my beloved friends i’ve made on here. now bare w me bc why does it feel like i’m leaving or something 💔 i just love n appreciate you so much but, here we go:
thank you ola, my mother ☝️ (@l3visbby) for correcting my works even when i didn’t ask you to :( you’re always there to hear my rambling (literally) and you’re the grammar police muahaha also a big big inspo, i’m genuinely grateful that you’re here, bearing n somehow managing my bullshit
ZANNA! @slytherinshua, my loveliest friend, an angel, felix in disguise, biggest joshua and dk stan e v e r!!! what id do without you…? probably die (not to be dramatic 🙄). you’re such a inspiration and good person to be around, i love your reblogs and conversations with you! you never fail to me make me smile and it’s always a fun time screaming abt taehyun together <3 you’ve been with me since… what, like… forever!! (almosr a year actually i still can’t believe it) and i’m so happy that we met <3
KIMCHI!!! 김치 LIKE THE KOREAN DISH!!! KIMCHI LIKE NY BELOVED FRIEND @planetkiimchi!!!!!! you’re so sweet. like, always. thank you for introducing me to nct LMAO but in general, i love texting with you :( you’re so funny and always being such a positive vibe!!! not to mention your writing, it’s genuinely so amazing?? i still remeber the chan piece you sent to me before posting, it made me so emotional AND IF THAT DOESNT SPEAK VOLIMES THEN I DUNNO⁉️ thank you for popping in my inbox n making me smile so much <3
speaking of inbox @lipedaisy i’m looking at you 🫵 debs, you’re so so lovely :( i uh, tend to forget about things, ahaha! so when you pop in n say simple stuff like drink water i feel like… well, you’re a life saver lol! you’re always so kind and bring positive energy, i love chit chatting with you (even if i forget to reply💔).
i hope you won’t be mad i mention you in one paragraph but it’s only because it applies to you all!!! @fairyhaos ,, @mirxzii ,, @rubywonu ,, @etherealyoungk ,, @delcakoo ,, @crxzs and @enluv you inspire me so so much!!! not only you’re the loveliest and funniest people i’ve met but i love your writing!! i know i don’t reblog that much but i write more than i read <\3 but you have amazing talent, your works are always beautifully written. nia, roxie, skye, yena, ema, angie, coco you deserve all the happiness in the world and i’m so grateful we’re friends (even though i’m a dry n late replier sometimes <3)
and to my other moots — @yeonscity-main ,, @sieunsgf ,, @malarign ,, @ddeonudepressions ,, @pnkvernon ,, @wqnwoos ,, @wheeboo ,, @ylliris-hanniehae ,, @icyminghao : thank you for being here!! even if we met only a couple days ago… you make me so happy, i love interacting with you n talking abt goofy stuff, you understand me so well and we get along so smoothly it’s making a lil heart really happy :( you make tumblr feel more like home <3
and to readers (if you made it to the end, wow. like, seriously. i personally wouldn’t 🏃‍♀️💨 so, thank you <3), my babies precious gems angels cuties patooties!! thank you so so much for supporting me and my work! i know i complain abt empty reblogs but it’s only bc they motivate me more lol!! i am truly grateful n blessed to have you, even ghost readers (i see you🫵)! without you, rhis blog wouldn’t exist today >_<
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dufrau · 1 year
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Ronance Fic Master List - Titface/Dufrau
So originally I planned to just write one tiny little thing to clear the Ronance rot out of my brain but that turned into two things and so on and so forth and basically i have written a lot of ronance fics at this point and it makes sense to put them in a pinned post, so that’s what this is. Under the cut you will find much ronance.
Short Stuff
Exile - M - 3K -  A quiet little first kiss scene post s4.
Slowly, and The All At Once - T - 3.5k -  The next 10 years of Nancy Wheeler’s life, in brief.
I Wish I Was the Moon - M - 2.5k -  Nancy Wheeler always got what she wanted, and it was never what she really wanted.
Linens And Things - T - 2.5k - The color pink and first kisses.
If We Were Crocodiles - T - 4.5k - Valentine’s Day library flirting.
love minus zero/no limit - G - 1k - just a little love letter to nancy wheeler
if you look (and know what to look for) - T - 4k - prompt fill “water tower at midnight”
In Spite of Ourselves - E - 4.5k - soft domestic sort-of-smut
Retail Therapy - T - 3.5k - flirting at Family Video
Harpoon - G - 3k - vignettes about wanting things
Old Soldiers - T - 1.5k - Nancy character study. pstd and sports references.
A Goo Incident - T - 4k - patrol fic/proposal.
Turns - T - 2.5k - A game of Never Have I Ever. Sort of.
Medium to Longer Stuff But It’s Still Short Because That’s What I Do
Red & White & Blue & Gold - T - 9k - 3+1 times Ronance said “Hey. You wanna get out of here?”
Entirely On Purpose and According To Plan - E - 14k - A stakeout. But like, in a sexy way.
Oh Baby, It's All A Catastrophe - T - 6.5k - Halloween chaos.
Wanna Do Right, But Not Right Now - M - 8k -  Cozy campfire post-college makeouts.
Molotov - E - 10k - Apocalyptic fighting and fucking on a drug dealer’s couch.
tits out for annie oakley - E - 9k - Post s4 hurt/comfort smut.
you're covered in sun and I forgot my camera (wishing it was real) - E - 9k - timey wimey smut
high noon baby - E - 9.5k - pool party adjacent smut
Orange Crush - T - 7k - midnight phone call fic descending into chaos
Resolution - E - 10k - new years eve smut
Incredibly Wholesome, Actually - E - 7k - this is just smut there is no plot
All Things Go - M - 6.5k - jancy breakup, nancy finds independence, eventual ronance
We Took That Holy Ride) Ourselves To Know Series aka Bigfootverse (complete)
Nothing But The Whole Wide World - M - 11k - "I want to find Bigfoot," Nancy said. 
One Too Many Mornings (and A Thousand Miles Behind) - M - 13k - Nine days before Nancy Wheeler said "I want to find Bigfoot," Robin screwed Vickie from the marching band in the back seat of her parents' Buick. 
What's One More Time - M - 4.5k - All of that, maybe, added together, the sum of it, was what had Robin picking up the phone next to her bed and dialing a number in the dark she had memorized but never used."
There's A Train Leaving Nightly Called When All Is Said And Done - T - 10k - They had met, really met each other, in the springtime. And they had only ever really known each other in the summer.Nancy had never really seen Robin in the winter.
You Are My Home  aka the TLOU Bill & Frank AU (complete)
My Piece of Land - M - 24k - Ronance TLOU Ep 3 Bill & Frank AU where they are middle aged apocalypse lesbians 
Into Dust - M - 6k - TLOU Nancy’s Barb origin story, the thing that made her who she is in the main fic. 
Different Days - M - 11k - TLOU Robin POV and backstory
Count Them - T - 1.5k - Fluffy vignette about chickens
Stuff I Posted Only On Tumblr
tenlark wedding night - t - 1.5k - just a little scene based on eskawrites erathia au within their fic this story that we found ourselves in
incredibly silly smut prompt - m - 600 words - this is just very stupid but i stand by it
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andrea1717 · 6 months
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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖
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Oh hello and thank you for this message! <3
This is a hard one especially while sitting in a huge pile of notes with writer's block haha... but i will try!
(no particular order:)
Temptation - i wrote this for the All Caps Bingo and it got so much longer than i expected it to be. It was so much and i hope i did the movie it was inspired by some justice.
Summary: Steve Rogers is part of a team of cops who have to investigate a brutal murder in 1991 Los Angeles. He didn't expect to fall for the major suspect, Bucky Barnes.
Words: 26k , Rating: E
2. Something to Someone - of course i have to mention my baby, the first fic i ever completed and it also reminds me of such a great summer last year. I will always love it even if it's not perfect.
Summary: It was the summer of love once seventeen year old Steve Rogers finally gets a chance to talk to Bucky Barnes, the guy he used to watch from afar for years.
As the months go by he discovers more and more layers of the boy he adores until one day, after a devastating event, he vanishes.
It takes Steve months and many more uncovered secrets to let go and move on.
...
At twenty four Steve is living a life he loves. Working at the hospital with his childhood best friend Natasha. Living in an apartment not far from his mother in New York City.
One day at a night shift he gets an unusual task: watching a patient all night who refuses to talk to the police. A male sex worker who was almost killed by a client.
It’s a person Steve never thought he would see again. It’s Bucky Barnes.
Words: 100k (the whole series) , Rating: E
3. Four - it is one of the short fics that belong to a series i am working on right now and i think this part is just so melancholic which i love.
Summary: Four of Bucky's birthdays through the years.
Words: 1k , Rating: T
4. Destiny - this fic was inspired by one of my favourite artists and i hope i did her wonderful piece some justice.
Summary: Bucky and Steve find each other again - somehow.
Words: 1,4k , Rating: M
5. I am searching high, I'm searching low in the night - this is probably my most personal fic and i like how it turned out.
Summary: Bucky's birthday takes a surprising turn.
Words: 930 , Rating: G
Thank you again for the tag <3 I send this to a few friends - but no pressure :)
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Clean White Love | Eddie Munson
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Summary: Eddie has never had such a perfect, unbelievable, and dreamy morning as this one. And he never wants to ruin this love. GN! Reader!
Warnings: kind of self-conscious Eddie? A very fluffy fic,
Word Count: 1k
A/N: I haven't written a fic in a while, but I hope you enjoy this little late night blurb. Very much inspired by Lisa Mitchell's "Clean White Love."
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Woah, ah, oh, you're my clean white love Woah, ah, oh, you're too clean white love I give my heart on the morning of November 6th Oh, everybody's looking for a fix, hey
Eddie always hated mornings, especially school mornings. If you knew anything about the metalhead, you knew he’d rather light a joint, make himself some toast and go back to bed and fiddle with his guitar or listen to the newest mix he’d made. He wanted nothing to do with school, none of the students, couldn’t give a shit about the staff, didn’t care about the endless piles of homework or his slumping grades. Sure, he knew he should graduate, knew his uncle and you wanted him to finish school and get out of the hell that was Hawkins, but on school mornings, Eddie cursed the world and everyone in it. 
But on the weekend, it was a whole other matter. He had shit to do on the weekends, plan the next campaign, get together for another band practice, do his Saturday shift at the record store, and help Wayne with any handy work the man had planned. It wasn’t like he was jumping out of bed, but he was a lot more eager than he would be on a weekday. Except, today was different, and he knew it as soon as he woke up.
The trailer was quiet, Wayne having left already for a shift at the plant, and Eddie thought he was once again alone until he shifted, and felt something against his shoulder. His room was dark, barely any light filtering in between the broken gaps of the blinds, and Eddie rubbed at his eyes a couple of times to make sure he was seeing what was right in front of him. 
Your head rested on the other half of the pillow, hair spilling over the skin of Eddie’s shoulder, and your arm was tucked against his chest, your breath coming out in soft whooshes of air against his face. He nearly couldn’t believe it, nearly pinched himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming like the absolute loser he was, praying this wasn’t some sort of screwed-up nightmare where he finally had the person of his dreams in his bed. 
But you were there, in his bed, against his sheets and tucked under his covers, body right up against his and your hand curled around his hip. 
Eddie pulled the blankets up further, the chill of the autumn air breaking through the cracks in the room, and he knew that the little heater in the living room wouldn’t help one bit, and he definitely didn’t want to leave this moment just to go try and kick it to life. He snuggled back down beside you, resting his forehead against yours and watching you as you slept. It was perfect, and it was bewildering, and Eddie was so confused and trying to figure out how he’d finally gotten so lucky, and then he realised it was unfair too. So totally cruel and unfair that soon you’d wake up and this little piece of heaven would be fractured into splinters and you’d be pushing away from him and walking out of his life. He finally got the morning he wanted with the person he loved, and he knew he wouldn’t have it for long. 
“You know, Munson, mornings are for relaxing, not thinking.” Your voice was soft, warm air against his face as you spoke quietly, pulling the metalhead out of his rolling thoughts, and for a moment he closed his eyes. 
“I uh…didn’t think you’d still be here.” Eddie regretted the words as soon as they spilled from his mouth, but you took them in your stride, moving a hand up to brush your fingers against his cheek, watching in silent delight as he leaned into your gentle touch. 
“Eddie, of course, I was going to be here. Don’t think I ever want to leave this bed, honestly. Nor do I wanna miss another morning waking up next to you.” His eyes brightened then as he realised what you were saying, realised you wanted to stay and you weren’t going to run from his arms like you’d been burned. He was kissing you then, soft and sweet and slow, an absolute perfect kiss for a perfect morning, and you couldn’t help but smile, curling your fingers into his messy mane of hair and sigh against his lips. 
“Does that mean…does that mean you’ll wanna come back here again? Spend more time with me?” He asked the question so nervously, looking away and fiddling with the hem of your oversized t-shirt you’d stolen from him the night before. 
“If you asked me to spend the rest of my life with you right here, I wouldn’t hesitate to say yes for a second, love.” Eddie keened when you called him that as if he was putty in your hands, and you smiled so brightly it melted his heart. “You know, whisk me away and I’ll be your’s for the day, any time you want baby.” 
“So if I asked you to stay right here, with me, until I had to get up for work?” Eddie’s got so much hope in his eyes, and a bright blush blooms on his cheeks when you lean into litter kisses on his lips, his jaw, his neck. 
“Then I’m not going anywhere. But you better find a way to warm me up, love, because I sure am getting cold.” He’s laughing then, warm and loud against the chill of the room, and he’s got you in his arms, holding you tighter and praying (even though he’s a man without a god) that you’d never want to leave. 
This love was perfect, in an imperfect way. He never would have expected it, never thought he’d ever deserve a love like this, so pure and kind and clean, but he got what he always wanted. And if he could always have mornings like this, wrapped up in soft blankets with light filtering over your perfect face, he’d die a happy man, content in your embrace. 
No one was going to take this perfect love away from him, this perfect clean love that was all for him.
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beardyboyzx · 3 months
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2023 writing self evaluation
I was tagged by @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed, thank you!! <3
1. List of works published this year:
May in my head we can love forever | Explicit | 1.2K, Girl Direction, Harry/Louis -- written for @wankersday
waving to the hard times | NR | 80k, A/B/O, Dystopian AU, Harry/Louis, Liam/Zayn -- written for @onedirectionbigbang [first part of a two piece series]
August I ain't ever fell from a love this tall | G | 733, Liam/Zayn -- written for @wordplayfics
September It's a rush inside I can't control | G | 764, Werewolf AU, Louis-centric -- written for @wordplayfics
you are the magic in me | NR | 2.8k, Magic AU, loosely inspired by BBC Merlin, Liam/Zayn -- written for @wordplayfics
so pretend (pretend) | NR | 1.9k, loosely inspired by White Collar and Catch me if you can, Harry/Louis -- written for @wordplayfics
November to wake up by your side is all I wanna do | G | 1k, AU, Niall/Zayn -- written for @theshowficfest
In 2023: I've published 7 works and a total of 89,283 words!
2. Work you are most proud of (and why):
My Big Bang! I love that story so much, I'm still a bit sad I had to break it in half, but I'm still so proud of how it turned out (@aestheticlarrie's poster is such a masterpiece, I can't help but love that story more because of it <3) I didn't think I could pull it off -- the world building, the characterization...it all looked so intimidating while I was plotting it. But I did it. And I'm happy about it.
3. Work you are least proud of (and why):
Weirdly enough, there is nothing I'm the least proud of. Not even the ones I've written in a rush because of my poor time-managing skills lol
4. A favorite excerpt of your writing:
This bit from waving to the hard times keeps coming into my mind, every now and then:
Louis closes his eyes, taking in a few shaky breaths. He doesn’t want to cry. People will pity him if he will and he hates it. Hates being known as the orphan child, the one who was crying in his mother’s arms as they stood at his uncle’s side twenty-five years ago. He hates being remembered for it, being depicted by the newspapers as a symbol of overcoming grief. Because he’s found out that you can never overcome grief. You just live with it being a big part of yourself, letting it shape you while trying not to let the bad days get to you. Louis also hates not being able to be honest about it just because he doesn’t want to be coddled.
5. Share or describe a favorite review you received:
I can't share them, because they contain spoilers, but there are some comments on my big bang that really made me trust my (creative) writing skills a bit more! <3
6. A time when writing was really, really hard:
Right after I finished the first part of my Big Bang. It was pretty hard for me to write, so much so that I had to drop out from a few fests because of it
7. A scene or character you wrote that surprised you:
Oh, I think Niall from (once again) waving to the hard times surprised me a lot. I didn't know he would turn out to be like that! But I loved him so much.
8. How did you grow as a writer this year:
I don't really know. I re-learnt to let my mind wander and my fingers write without overthinking. Which is something I usually do when I write in Italian and that I used to do when I first started writing in English.
9. How do you hope to grow next year:
I just hope to keep writing what I like and for it to keep being something I love.
10. Who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer or beta or cheerleader or muse etc etc):
Hello, @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed <3 She's been there for me for every writer's block, metaphorically taking my hand whenever I had to drop out of something, reminding me that taking a break was more than fine. Love you, Mia <3
@chai-hat-tea has been on my side for all the year by hearing my frustration and always cheering me up. Love you!
And @nooradeservedbetter, without whom I'd have been too afraid of publishing my dystopian au.
Last but not least, @bigxrig, @muldxr and @helznik who were my alpha/beta readers for my first two works of the year. Thank you so much, really <3
11. Anything from your real life show up in your writing this year:
Louis' grief and some bits of my political thoughts.
12. Any new wisdom you can share with other writers:
Write what you like and don't forget to have fun while doing it!
14. Tag three writers whose answers you’d like to read. ;)
I'm gonna tag @chai-hat-tea, @nooradeservedbetter and @hellolovers13!
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serafilms · 2 years
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( WRONG NUMBER! )
chapter five — crash landing on you (written, 1k words)
synopsis. you and heeseung had never spoken two words to one another, until an incident at a music show in which he knocked into you and sent you and all your belongings flying. but there were no hard feelings. after all, he helped you gather your things before he left, except- wait a minute, this isn’t your phone?
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“y/n, get in the car! we’re going to be late!”
“okay, okay, i’m coming!”
you stumbled out of the dorms with a piece of toast hanging out of your mouth, fumbling with your jacket.
“good luck, y/n!” yeji called out the door, and you responded in kind with a hasty wave as you slid into the car.
you sent an innocent smile towards your manager, who had been standing next to the open car door, tapping his foot impatiently. he looked at you exasperatedly, rolling his eyes before closing the door and getting in the car himself.
“feeling prepared?” he called back as he started the car.
you blinked, “uh, sure.”
you lied. you were about to shit yourself.
so maybe in hindsight, staying up to watch miraculous ladybug with ryujin had been a horrible idea. but in your defence, you'd practiced the entire week for your mc audition, and frankly you needed a break. when ryujin had offhandedly mentioned that she had been thinking about watching it, you had insisted that the two of you binge watch it.
it wasn't like you weren't ready for the audition, though. you'd practically memorised the script word for word, down to every detail of your facial expressions. you'd even managed to run it through perfectly in front of your members and the staff.
but that didn't mean you weren't scared out of your mind.
you took another bite of toast, trying to get your mind off of it. the new season of miraculous ladybug is coming out now. if ryujin watches some more today, we can probably start it tonight.
before long, the car had slowed to a stop as you reached the SBS building.
one last check of your appearance (god forbid there'd be toast stuck in your teeth) and you were being ushered into the building.
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heeseung felt nauseous. as he sat in the car, he stared out the window, at the passing traffic and the people on the sidewalk, probably going to work. did any of them have any big presentations or meetings today? is there anyone else feeling as scared as i am this morning?
sunghoon had given him all his best mc'ing tips, jungwon had encouraged him like the ever dutiful leader, sunoo had trained him in aegyo, and jay had even packed him some snacks. and jake and ni-ki had been sent out of the room when he was practicing because they couldn't contain their laughter. the scripts were cheesy, and heeseung really hadn't been sure if he could pull it off, but he'd practiced hard. so despite his nerves, he knew he could do it.
he stared out the window some more. i wonder who else is auditioning.
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your audition went perfectly. you managed to ignore your racing heart and deliver every line clearly, even making some of the producers laugh at the jokes in them (which was weird, didn't they write the scripts?).
you felt pretty pleased with yourself, and couldn't stop yourself from bouncing slightly with excitement.
"this is so cool! what if i get to be the mc? i could meet nct. i wonder who else auditioned." even your manager half managed to forget his impatient attitude when he saw your enthusiasm.
"calm down now. we've got to get moving for today's shoot. go back to the green room and get your things, then meet me in the lobby."
you gave him a thumbs up before making your way down the hallway, mind still buzzing.
as soon as you'd gotten your things, you pulled your phone out to text your members (you knew you would see them in less than an hour, but you didn't know if you could wait that long). once you'd sent the text, you turned it off and went to put it in your bag, when you collided with something and your belongings went flying.
"oh my god, i am so sorry!" a voice exclaimed.
as you turned to see who you'd bumped into, you felt your eyes widen and involuntarily gasped, "holy fuck."
lee heeseung of enhypen stared back at you.
there was a beat of silence as he registered your appearance, before he was up and bowing. "i am so so so sorry. it was an accident, i promise!"
you ignored the heat rising up your neck and to the tips of your ears. "no, no, no, it's ok! i shouldn't have been on my phone. this was as much my fault as yours."
another second passed before heeseung averted his eyes and seemed to remember the items that had fallen around the two of you.
your gaze followed his and you let out a small "oh" before you both dropped to your knees and started to pick up the items. you noticed a plastic sleeve holding an mc script in it. it was covered with highlights and annotations. interest piqued, you held it up.
"you're auditioning to be an mc?"
he looked up and saw the script.
"oh. yeah, i am," he said sheepishly.
you smiled. "i just finished my audition now."
picking up the phone and pen that had been next to the script, you handed them all to heeseung, before picking up your bag and dusting yourself off.
the floor now cleared, heeseung followed suit.
"good luck with your audition! i'll see you around." with another smile, you walked off down the hallway. heeseung realised with a start that his heart had been beating erratically as he watched you walk away. stop being weird, he told himself. he shook his head, pocketing his phone. he had an audition to prepare for. and he was even more determined to get the job now.
you could still feel the heat around your ears as you met back up with your manager, who sent you a slightly suspicious look before leading you back to the car.
what if you both became mc's? maybe you shouldn't have started that fanfiction about heeseung. this was just going to make you even more delusional.
setting your bag next to you, you turned to look out the window, oblivious to the fact that the phone sitting in your bag, wasn't yours.
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a/n let's not talk about how long i've been gone.
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bumbleklee · 2 years
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spring break!
masterlist | 1k prompt masterlist | family series
prompt: everyone needs a little vacation away from home <3 collab with @yelans 
pairings: childe, kaeya, diluc and zhongli x gn!reader (seperate)
word count: 904
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childe
You and Childe had been planning a trip to Sumeru for weeks and you couldn’t wait. All you wanted to do was explore the huge library, eat foreign foods, and bring home lavish gifts to your friends and family. 
You started packing a few days before the trip and on the morning you were supposed to leave, Childe stormed into your shared bedroom with fury written all over his face. 
“I can’t believe this!” He growled, throwing down a piece of paper onto the bed. 
You cocked your head in confusion, “What’s the matter?”
Childe looked at you sadly and moved closer, slipping an arm around your waist and giving it a squeeze. “I know you wanted to go on this trip so badly but…” He hesitated, looking everywhere but your eyes. “We’re going to have to postpone.” 
“What? Why?” 
“I have to stay here and meet with some new recruits,” He finally said, “I’m sorry, babe.” 
You huffed out, your entire demeanor falling. “Great,” You muttered, kicking over your luggage, “Why spend a week having fun in the warmth when we can stay here and freeze our asses off instead.” You sat down on your bed and crossed your arms. 
Childe lifted your chin, “I promise when this is all cleared up, I’ll take you to Sumeru three times over.” 
“Promise?” You pouted. 
“Promise.” 
kaeya
You should have known that when you said you wanted to go on a trip for the spring, Kaeya would pick the most outlandish place for your destination. 
You would have been fine with a vacation to Liyue but, no, Kaeya surprised you with a week-long getaway to Snezhnaya. And as much as you hated the cold, you couldn’t complain. 
You felt like such a tourist the second you stepped foot in the country. Snow was falling yet here you were, wearing your day clothes and a light jacket to cover your shoulders. Thankfully, the family hosting you two bundled you up nicely. 
You spent the week doing things you never would have imagined. Snezhnaya was full of excitement and adventures. You went sledding and skiing down a huge mountain of snow, made countless snowmen, ate the most amazing food, and even went ice fishing. You snapped a photo of Kaeya holding a giant fish he caught with your Kamera, too. 
“Can we rest today?” Kaeya asked one morning, rolling over to brush against your shoulder. His voice was groggy, more so than usual, and you glanced over to him. 
“Aw, really?” You asked, “I wanted to go skiing again!” 
Kaeya groaned, “I think if I fall one more time, I’ll break my back.” 
You laughed sweetly, “Your age is showing, old man.” You rolled onto Kaeya, earning another moan of pain, and peppered kisses along his jaw. One day of snuggling and resting up wouldn’t hurt. Just one… 
diluc
Diluc wasn’t much of a vacationer, let alone a “spring-breaker” as you liked to call it. He would much rather stay home, confined in his safe Winery, then go out and stay somewhere else. 
But you were adamant about doing something. The weather was becoming nicer and you would be damned if you wasted it staying inside.  
“Is this for real?” You thought as you looked to the side to see your lover smiling at a crowd of pigeons that had gathered in front of him. 
When you couldn’t convince Diluc to leave Mondstadt for a week, you eventually convinced him to leave the Winery for once. But feeding neighborhood birds wasn’t what you expected when you dragged your husband out. 
“You’ve turned into an old man,” You commented aloud. Diluc cracked a smile, throwing more seeds onto the ground. 
“Does that make you old, too?” He asked nonchalantly, “You’re sitting here with me.” 
You hummed in defeat and crossed your arms, leaning against the tree behind you. 
Diluc eventually looked over at you with a quizzical expression, “Where did you want to go?” He asked. 
You thought for a minute, “Somewhere warm. Maybe with a beach.” 
Your husband paused and then said, “I think I can make that happen…next year.” 
zhongli
Zhongli loved to travel, meaning you loved to travel. When you weren’t home in Liyue, you were on a foreign excursion. 
This time, you were in Inazuma for the spring blooming of the cherry blossom trees. And maybe some much needed onsen baths. 
Once you stepped into the hot spring, a knock sounded on the bamboo partition. “Come in,” You said, already knowing who was behind it. 
Zhongli poked his head around the side and held up a ceramic teapot and two small cups. “Freshly brewed,” He said. He came over to the edge of the onsen and laid down a mat before placing down the hot teapot. He poured tea into a cup and handed it to you. “Are you enjoying your trip so far, Darling?” 
You nodded, sipping at the hot tea, “I am. Are you?” Zhongli nodded and undressed himself, sliding into the water with you. 
“We leave tomorrow,” He said sadly, leaning over to brush your hair behind your ear. “Should we plan to come back?” 
You smiled, “We have forever to come back. Don’t you want to rest at home for a little?” 
“We don’t have hot springs like this in Liyue,” Zhongli said, hiding a smile. 
You rolled your eyes playfully, “Okay, okay, we can plan to come back as soon as possible.” 
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Not Duke, Not Prince - Part 1
Billy | Teen | <1k words Alternate Canon/Divergence, Canon-Typical Violence
Second card!!!! I mulled over this one for a while and finally came up with something fun that I've never done before, so I hope you enjoy it!! All BHB posts can be found in the master post here. This is fully written, so I'll be posting updates every other day :) Enjoy <3 <3
Made for @billyhargrovebingo!
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November, 1985
“Hey, Karen.”
It was a dark night. One of the few that would have spooked Billy if he wasn’t in the car, driving towards a night of false affection and something that mocked love. He’d turned his bright headlights on to navigate Hawkins back roads, knowing by then that curves and crosses approached too quickly otherwise. Without them, it felt like the dense tree line was closing in on him anyway.
Music filled the silence, a song of deceit and disguises making his body vibrate along with the car, easing his nerves as he checked himself out in the rear view mirror. He’d gotten dressed up, done his hair all spiffy and high, exchanged his dangling earring for something more conservative because that’s the kind of woman Karen was. He didn’t mind. He kept the leather jacket.
“You don’t mind if I call you Karen, do you?”
In his head, she said no. In his head, she flushed and looked down and flapped a hand at him like stop it, like I’m not young and pretty anymore. And maybe Billy saw through her guise a little too well, enough to keep ignoring it and shoving down the only reason he’d asked her out in the first place. The thought sent a flash of doubt and self-loathing over his eyes, which he also ignored in favor of the pearly-whites that, mostly, got him what he wanted. So, no, she didn’t mind if he called her Karen.
“Good.”
He smiled. Chuckled to himself, mirrored her shy gaze downward, though his was something of reluctance. It ended with a sigh and tense jaw, one hand on the wheel as the other scratched at the distressing on his jeans. A hole he’d been fiddling with for the last ten minutes. The road ahead of him was one he’d driven a few times to pick his sister up from Karen’s house—Max was friends with her son—but everything felt sour that night. Everything about this so-called date that, suddenly, he wasn’t looking forward to. Everything about the sky and twisting star patterns that he swore never looked like that before; maybe it was a sign, or he was just paranoid.
As his doubt really started to set in, it faded just as quickly when, all at once, there was a hiss and a screech, a force that sent him flying off the road and into the very tree line he knew—he felt—was going to swallow him up. He thought he hit a deer, the way the car spun so far out of his control, because he knew how unpredictably dense those things were. He’d seen mangled cars and drivers back home on more than one occasion, but maybe Hawkins deer weren’t so strong. Even so, the Camaro still smoked from the engine, and the windshield was still shattered and waiting to cave in.
“Oh, no,” he groaned once he came to, only a few seconds after the crash. “No, piece of shit.” Slamming the dashboard as if that would do anything good for him, he already saw the end of the night more clearly than an empty sky. That was when he felt the pressure in his head, sharp and dull at the same time, and he hissed at the gash on his forehead through gritted teeth. “Shit. Dammit!”
He was lucky the door still opened easily enough for him to stumble out and inspect the damage more closely. “Shit,” he said again, whispered, unbelieving, fucking praying that it was a dream and his car wasn’t totaled. He walked around to the other door, which was dented and unusable. “Dammit!” He banged and kicked. “Piece of shit!” And really, it was. Cheap and temporary, second- or third-hand from an old car lot in San Diego. His dad bought it when he was old enough to drive, both to get Billy out of his hair, and as something else to hold over his head.
Billy walked back around to slam the driver’s side door shut and inspect the windshield, the damage to his engine and see if he could fix it enough to get to Karen’s house. She was still there waiting for him; if he were fashionably late, maybe she’d be all the more excited to see him. But there was blood on the windshield too, tufts of fur caught between the segments of broken glass. Long, golden strands that he would have thought were his own if he didn’t know better.
Then, from the woods, a rustle and a growl, nothing to be seen but green shrubbery. “Who’s there!” Nothing. “Hey! I said, who’s there!”
And from behind him came thudding footsteps, and he was on the ground, pinned to dirt and gravel by something heavy with big paws and claws that dug into his back. Screaming didn’t help. He couldn’t thrash or get on his back to take control of its limbs, whatever kind they were. But the thing managed to do so on its own, flipping him like a rag doll so he could look into a pair of eyes like two moons in a feline face. Its mane shimmered like honey, and it was all too much.
Perhaps he was resigned to his destiny, somehow. Billy Hargrove wasn’t meant to last as long as he did, and it was finally over in the saddest way it could have been. Not next to people who cared about him when he was in his old age, having lived a long, prosperous, healing life, but alone in the woods at the hands—paws—of the most beautiful creature he’d ever seen.
He laughed as the forest swallowed him after all; it was just too good.
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apprenticestanheight · 4 months
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Ko-Fi + commissions
okay--I just wanna open this up by saying you absolutely do not need to send me money! I've been writing for something like five years now and will keep writing stuff that wasn't commissioned. Writing has never been an income based hobby for me and even after my commissions close, I will still actively write stuff that wasn't commissioned.
There is a benefit to this, though! If you request something through my Ko-Fi, your request will get first priority over everything in my inbox!
The post is super long below this, so commission details are going to be below the cut! Pre-emptively, though, you can find the link to my ko-fi here!
All right!! To keep things pretty well rounded, commissions will be priced as follows:
every 1k words is gonna be priced at $5 CAD!! That also means I had to do math so for smaller stuff-- 500 words will be $2.50 CAD, 1.5k words will be $7.50, so on and so forth! just think about it like this--every 500 words is $2.50, which means that every word is 0.005 cents! This goes for all fic genres with the exception of smut, the reason for which is explained below.
The most I'll write is 5k words for one fic, and that would cost you $25 CAD.
Smut is different but not by much--smut is more time intensive to me because the motivation for smut strikes like, once or twice a month so writing it when the motivation isn't there as much as it could be will just cost a teeny tiny bit more.
The difference isn't that big, though! 1k words of a smut fic will put you out $5.50 CAD. 500 words of smut is $2.75, 1.5k words of smut is $8.25 and so on and so forth! The same goes with smut as it does for any other genre--the most I am willing to write for a smut fic will amount to a total of 5k words, which will cost you $27.50. If you want me to write something longer than that, a price can be negotiated.
it's the christmas season though and I have been writing for adam and hoffman on a preeeeettttttttty consistent basis! There are characters I haven't really really written for a ton in terms of the saw fandom so I am doing discounts on pieces for those characters. I also still wholeheartedly love Mike Schmidt and don't write for him even CLOSE to enough, so the same rules apply!
For Amanda, Lawrence, and Strahm of the saw universe and Mike Schmidt from the FNAF the pricing is as follows:
SFW stuff is gonna be $2.00 CAD for every thousand words. 0.5k words is gonna be $1, 1.5k words will be $1.50, so on and so forth.
NSFW stuff is gonna be $2.50 CAD for every thousand words. 0.5k words will be $1.25, 1.5k words will be $3.75, so on and so forth.
The discounts will likely stick around throughout all of december and after--I don't see myself pulling their pricing up to normal until I'm confident in how I write for the character in question.
On a last note--unless you tell me you'd like me to post your request publicly, I'll be posting them privately and sending you a link so that only you or myself can access it.
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mosshook · 5 months
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20 questions for fic writers
thank you sm for the tag, @mangatxt / ani!!! <3
to any of my friends who write fic, feel free to do this if you'd like! (@astertiae, @catbandits) this is just for fun :]
the questions are below the cut.
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
12, currently
2. What's your total AO3 word count?
44.5k
3. What fandoms do you write for?
right now, i'm not actively working on anything. but if i get a chance to work on a project over my holiday break in december, it'll probably be for our flag means death or lord of the rings.
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
two very old merlin fics, my singular mandalorian fic, and both of my mob psycho fics that are over 1k words.
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
i usually do, yes! i think it's really cool that people take the time to leave a comment after they're done reading something of mine, be it long or short. it touches me every time, and even if i don't always know what to say in response sometimes, i appreciate them so, so much.
6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
probably ouranos. it's canon-compliant with the merlin timeline for season 4, and it follows lancelot from his sacrificial death for merlin, to his limbo existence in underworld, to being resurrected by morgana and eventually being killed in combat with arthur.
on a language level, it's also one of the first fics i wrote that started to lean more into what my style currently is! so it's kind of sweet on the occasion i reread it and can see my roots.
7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
definitely without a question it's this is a life. no fictional character has ever touched me quite like reigen, and i wanted to finish that specific piece on a note that was less emblematic of an ending and moreso felt like a triumphant beginning. like a promise of a new, better tomorrow.
8. Do you get hate on fics?
i did once, and in hindsight it's pretty funny. but basically, i made critical comments about a character on twitter, so someone went into my comments section and told me to NEVER write for this one specific pairing anymore. (for the record, i didn't. but that was because i realized the pairing in question was kind of lame.)
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
i tried my hand at it once. it went horribly, but it was a learning experience. let the record know it was SO MUCH HARDER than i thought it would be.
10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?
not really, no! i mean, i published a self-insert fic as a joke for my friends a few years ago, but that's not quite the same thing.
if we're talking "not published and will never see the light of day" stuff, i did write a little blurb where keanu reeves' jonathan harker meets alex winters' vampire marko from the lost boys.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
yes. the title was taken, as was the premise, from a popular author in the community.
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
not to my knowledge!
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
yeah!!! nothing serious that ever got published, but me and my friends have collaborated on mini-projects together and have old google docs together. i used to write mini fics with my friends all the time on twitter, but sadly i never archived them.
14. What's your all-time favourite ship?
probably yuuri and victor from yuri on ice. i can't express enough how much yuri on ice changed my life when it came out, or the sheer euphoria i felt as a kid in the closet watching someone so much like me - yuuri - be out, and happy, and brave. i miss my show so, so much.
15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?
my aquarium fic with serizawa as a education volunteer and reigen as a schoolteacher who takes his kids there on field trips. i have so many little scenes from it and an incredibly specific vision for it as someone who loves the sea, has a lifelong appreciation for marine life, and has always wanted to live by the shore.
16. What are your writing strengths?
oh man. i think that i do a good job of integrating leitmotifs and playing into my semi-poetic voice. i also think that over the years, i've gotten better at creating tangible atmospheres, specifically with the quiet. i love portraying the quiet.
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
grammatically, i'm a bit of a nightmare sometimes. dialogue takes a while for me to develop, too.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
i wouldn't do this unless i knew the other language well (like vietnamese). most likely i don't think i'll end up doing this at all because even with my personal and professional writing, i'm hesitant to write in another language that isn't english.
19. First fandom you wrote for?
merlin. i was 11 and wrote my first fic on my ipad in the pages app...it was a merlin fix-it that was over 15,000 words long, and it was absolutely atrocious. said ipad is at my parent's house locked forever because i forgot the password, and i hope it stays that way. some things should stay lost.
20. Favourite fic you've ever written?
honestly? i think it's still principles of stellar connectivity. i wrote this for community during lockdown in late 2020, and i conceptualized a lot of it with my friend, @combeferres. (they're credited at the beginning as the person who made the fic's mixtape!) it's got everything i love: rock music, troy and abed being silly, national parks, stargazing, celestial motifs. i wanted to do a serious character study with sitcom characters while still retaining the core of who they are and what makes them so special, and to this day, i think i was pretty successful.
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gtdfeyrbrand · 8 months
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Legend Of Dragoon Fanfiction
Sadly, I don’t quite have the pulse of the LoD Tumblr group yet, so I don’t know if you’d be into this...
But I have read a few Legend of Dragoon fics! There aren’t a massive amount, but I figured I’d mention a few and give a quick synopsis on why I like them! Check under the read more for all these stories!
Black Legacies, by Shade Strife
Fanfiction.net, 363k Words, Multichapter, Incomplete/Dead
The battle is over. Melbu Frahma has been defeated, and the cycle of the Moon Child has been halted by the Dragoons. Yet all is not well. The Moon That Never Sets has reappeared in the sky. Shana has already wasted away, leaving Dart alone. And now a voice speaks into Dart’s mind, urging him to take up Rose’s duty of seeking out the Moon Children... but can he become that which he so hated?
An incomplete fanfiction (unfortunately), but one of my favourites. I will admit that this was one of the first fanfictions I read, and thus have an inordinate fondness for it, but it is good. The first few chapters are... rough writing wise, but the author quickly picks up quality. Without getting into too much detail, while we do see most of the party from the game, the main focus in the latter half is on a new set of Dragoons. This fanfiction was also being written back in 2002-2006, so a lot of the info we know now from translations was NOT helpful. That being said, I always enjoy reading through this one!
North of the Wind, by kjanuary
Fanfiction.net, 46k Words, Multichapter, Complete
Rose once told Dart that at the core of the Dragoon Spirits lay insanity. That to become a Dragoon was to surrender yourself to the insanity and savagery of the dragon, and fight. And nobody understands this better than Miranda, who feels the spirit of the White-Silver Dragon constantly burning in her. Out of place, out of her mind, Miranda struggles against her duties as a Sacred Sister, before Dart appears, begging for her help. Shana has fallen ill, and Dart looks no better. But can the powers of the White-Silver Dragon save Shana from this illness... or the Dragoons from their doom?
This one I found more recently, and is complete! It’s about 10 Chapters and 46k words. In it, it extrapolates on how Rose described the Dragoon Spirits; no reason, no morals, just power and insanity. I truly enjoy this Miranda centric fic! She’s harsh and jagged, perfectly in character, but not annoyingly so. Moreover, you can feel her desperation in every chapter, and I am always a fan of the struggling against a power that could drive you insane.
Lest Thou Dash Thy Foot Upon A Stone, by Right What Is Wrong
Fanfiction.net, 1k Words, One-Shot
As Dart and company go to find the Dragon Block Staff, Shana stays behind and thinks... and feels different. What happened to her in that room? What had caused her Dragoon to leave her? What had that machine done to her? Why did she feel so... weak?
A one-shot, this one explores the idea I mentioned that the Moon Child makes Evangelists out of everyone they meet. I mentioned the disturbing implications in my post, but this fanfiction explores Shana’s feelings herself. She is a person, in addition to being the vessel for the soul of the God of Destruction. How would she feel about it? What if it was turned off?
Right What Is Wrong actually has a few great pieces on Legend of Dragoon, which is great! They’re also a recent writer too, with the most recent LoD story being published in 2020. Which... makes this one of the most recent authors. Huh.
Once More With Changes, by The Archsage
Fanfiction.net, ~50k Words, Multichapter, Incomplete/Dead
Victory was achieved... all the dragoons save Dart were dead, but the Moon that Never Sets was destroyed, and Frahma along with it. But was it worth the cost? As Dart laments his fallen friends, Soa himself appears, offering Dart the chance to do it again... but why would the God of Endiness do this? Regardless, Dart accepts, and must live through this crisis again... this time, better prepared.
Ok, so this one is in a bit of a grey area... I remember reading it, I remember enjoying it, but I can’t find it anymore. I KNOW the title and author is correct,but I think the author took it down. Which is a shame, because it was a fun read! Dart trying to balance his foreknowledge while still seeming normal, leading many of his party to distrust him... If anybody has a copy, I would love to read it again!
Gifts, by Moonjump05
AO3, 11k Words, One-Shot, Mature
The Dragoons go their separate ways after the final battle, but they always stay in touch. Miranda returns to Mille Seseau, looking after the Queen and her sisters. However, Haschel and Kongol both seem to be making an awful lot of visits to see her... Kongol especially seems a little nervous... What exactly is going on?
I’m usually not one for romantic stories, but this one is very well written and developed! The primary pairing, if you couldn’t tell, is Miranda/Kongol, and is written in a heartwarming way! There is some explicit material in it, but the surrounding story is just honestly so sweet and lovely. I can’t recommend this enough (and find myself thinking well of this most bizarre pairing!)
Meeting in Mayfil, by BeastOfTheSea
AO3, 1.8k words, One-Shot
As the party rushes into Mayfil to prevent the fulfilment of Soa’s Plan, they are met by the Lord of Flames and the Lady of the Void. Shirley, leader of the Dragoons, reveals them to be her old friends, Zieg and Rose. Why have they appeared now?
An AU where Shirley is the Dragoon who survived the Dragon Campaign instead of Rose. This has caused a lot of ripples to appear, meaning the Party is composed of different people, the world has changed... but this is still only a one-shot, so we only get glimpses of those changes. But it’s fun to peer in, speculating on what could have caused all those changes! That’s why I find this one so fun!
Black Heart Stomp, by gatheringbones
AO3, 151k Words, Multichapter, Incomplete/Dead
Claire, running from home, can think of little but her crime and the immense pressure bearing down upon her. Fleeing to Mille Seseau, perhaps there she can finally get some relief! She’ll meet up with Gehrich, bond over her father’s anger, and bury her guilt over a little accidental murder! Unfortunately, this man in red armour appears to think differently. Bandits, a man out of his time, and a runaway girl who may or may not be the incarnation of a war god... surely this will be fine.
This is a really fun one; it imagines exactly how Claire, Haschel’s daughter, met up with Zieg. Running from the accidental murder of her childhood friend, both she and Zieg make bad decision to worse decision, reeling from crisis to crisis. Honestly? This one is funny, its serious, and it really fleshes out a lot of the world prior to the events of the Legend of Dragoon. Especially the history of Rogue!
Her Wings To The Moon, by Desicat
AO3, 844 Words, One-Shot
Its revealed that Shana has a type! Strong, Blond, good at fighting, uses a sword... no it’s not Dart. It’s someone else!
A surprise pairing that honestly makes me chuckle when I read it! Actually, Desicat wrote another fic too, “A Girl Like Her”. And no, I’m not going to spoil the pairing (although it is VERY easily spoiled by simply looking at the summary). They seem to like to write Shana, which I am always happy about! It’s two short pieces, but they’re fun!
... And that’s it!
That’s all the reccomendations I have for Legend of Dragoon Fanfiction! I’ll reblog this afterwards with links to each one (because Tumblr HATES links), but I hope any of you out there will also share any works with me as well!
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