#possible future fic

[navybrat817]

Do you think Bucky would be possessive if you aren't his girl?

Nonnie, I think you forgot a word at the end of your question.

YET.

You aren't his girl yet.

But imagine Bucky is sitting at a table and a few agents are sitting there as well. He tries to block out the chatter, until one of them mentions your name. Followed by his.

"Barnes, you hitting that?"

Which would have him seeing red. Because he wants to fuck you, yes. He also wants to give you the care you deserve. He wants you to be his completely.

"If you're asking if she's my girl," he says as calmly as he can manage, "No."

"So, I have a chance," the agent smirks.

That look is quickly wiped away when Bucky takes a knife out of what appears to be thin air and drives it through the table as the chatter ceases. The blade is right between the agent's fingers. Miraculously, he didn't get cut.

The former Asset is that good.

"You didn't let me finish. She's not my girl yet. So, no, you don't have a chance."

But the question is, did you happen to walk in and witness the event or did word get around?

Love and thanks! ❤️

#navybrat answers #character ask #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x female reader #maybe this should be a fullblown fic #maybe #possible future fic #sweet nonnie #sending love ❤️ #asks are always appreciated

[thegnomelord]

Just watched a documentary about paradise bird courtship and it's giving me Ideas.

Like imagine sweet, inexperienced Xiao in heat and in his bird form, bringing you small gifts he thinks you might like but that can also be brushed off if you don't accept them. He'll puff out his chest if you do accept them, expect to get 5 more of them the next day tho.

Bird Xiao showing off his feathers to you and posturing, and singing for you... Not that he wants you to coo and call him a pretty bird and gently brush your fingers through his feathers, no siree.

Or coming home to find your covers and pillows on the floor, turned into an impromptu nest with multiple furs and his gifts strewn about, Xiao sitting in the middle of the nest. He'll deny anything you say, he only did this because he thought your bed was of an insufficient quality and he didn't want you to injure your poor mortal back while you fucked him silly...

He Totally Definitely didn't want you to fuck him into the nest until he screamed himself hoarse and the room smelled of sex and his belly was round with your young and Please just fuck him already he's so wet and it hurts and he needs You

#trinkets from the hoard #genshin impact #xiao x reader #possible future fic #genshin impact smut

[krirebr]

Part of my apparently never-ending quest to prove that I actually do like this man. 😂😂😂

*cough* @paperweight91 @drabblewithfrannybarnes @stargazingfangirl18 *cough*

#andy barber #andy barber x reader #andy barber x you #moodboard #defending jacob #possible future fic #ce characters

[chasingmidnights]

Poker Face

"I wanna roll with him, a hard pair we will be A little gamblin' is fun when you're with me (I love it) Russian roulette is not the same without a gun And baby, when it's love, if it's not rough, it isn't fun (fun)..."

(How fun would a Casino AU be with these 4?)

#possible future fic #poker face #casino au #chris evans characters #pete brenner #ransom drysdale #lloyd hansen #andy barber #4 brothers? #still coming up with ideas for this #mafia? #chasingmarvel original work #chris evans fandom #having fun planning this in my brain #if i could share all of my thoughts.....nevermind #chasingmarvel moodboards & graphics #chasingmarvel moodboards

[anniesocsandgeneralstore]

Born or Created - Jake "Hangman" Seresin x OC (a post-apocalypse au)

The monsters invaded five years ago. Creatures like the ones native to our world, but just slightly off. And exceptionally deadly. No one knows where they came from, and at this point, no one cares enough to ask. The cities lay abandoned, the forests deadly quiet, and what of humanity that's left is scattered - focused only on survival.

Beyond the boundaries of Eden's Shore - a survivor's colony - is called The Wilds. Where the monsters roam and your chances are slim. Those in charge of the colony say everyone is safer within their borders, under their protection, but is that really true?

Jake Seresin and Ronnie Bradshaw are starting to question that fact when the rations start getting low. When people start disappearing. When they find a child abandoned.

So where are the real monsters? Are they born in The Wilds, or are they created by man himself?

@newlibrary sent in a made-up fic title and I blacked out idk y'all

this is potentially going to be a full fic series, but we'll see. do you guys have any thoughts? I would love to hear them!

I no longer have a taglist, please follow @anniesocsandlibrary and turn on notifications for updates!

#oc: ronnie bradshaw #fic: born or created #fd: top gun #post apocalypse au #postapocalypse!topgun #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin #hangman #jake hangman seresin x oc #jake seresin x oc #hangman x oc #jake seresin x ronnie bradshaw #possible future fic #a nugget for those creeping the tags: heavily mandalorian inspired

[iobsessoverfictionalmen]

Would you guys be interested in a Severus x Reader that takes place after Deathly Hallows where Severus is kidnapped by some of the remaining Death Eaters and the reader teams up with some other characters to find him and bring him home?

Here's a preview:

You fought the gasp that threatened to burst its way out of your mouth when you saw the state of the living room in Spinner's End. The room was a mess and there were clear signs of a struggle. The Floo Powder pot that was resting on the mantlepiece when you left this morning was dribbling down into the fireplace itself causing the flames to turn green every few seconds. The chair that you sat in last night while being cocooned in Severus' arms was now strewn in pieces around the living room.

A noise caught your attention and you whipped around to see Narcissa, Lucius, and Draco coming into the lounge room from the dining room. Seeing your wand, they all held up their hands in surrender. "We had nothing to do with this, I promise," Lucius vowed, stepping forwards.

You examined him and his family critically for some time before lowering your wand.

"I've never known one of Moody's pupils to lower their wand," Draco said.

"Moody taught me to distinguish between truth and fiction," you replied.

#my writing #possible future fic #female reader #harry potter #severus snape x reader #post deathly hallows #will lean into the epilogue a bit #will also clear up some unresolved things from deathly hallows #spoilers for harry potter books and movies

[leavemealone12345678910]

Alright I'm planning on making some legend of zelda fics so here's some of the characters going be in them and info on them

Sidon: He's bi with a lean towards men and poly with a lean towards male. in the fanfics where him and link are together Sidon simply married Yona for tradition though he does has alittle romantic feels for her. Sometimes threesome's happens involving him, Yona, and Link

Yona: she's straight, in the fanfic with Sink (Sidon x link) she knows the only reason the marriage between her and Sidon happened was simply due to tradition and she's fine with that

Twilight link: He's Straight (Mostly). he's alive still simply because of twilight did more then just turn him into a wolf. Midna and him actually still keeps in contact after wild found away to contact her and they even started to pick up where their relationship dropped off

Mipha: Bi with a men lean. In the Fic where her and Link are together she survived the calamity just barely she does have a noticeable scar on her side. She doesn't really follow tradition as close as her brother

BoTw/ToTk link: Pan with no lean. He sees Zelda as a sister due to his actual sister going missing shortly after he became a knight. He sees twilight as a older brother figure.

Zelda: She's Ace. She doesn't really care about about being queen of Hyrule and simply want to research the technology and magic objects she discovers. Wishes to learn everything about the twilight realm

Gannondorf:Bi with a lean towards woman. He made a deal with Demise to save his people from a lack of water which is still happening all the way to Riju rain. Had Homoerotic thoughts about Raruru

#legend of zelda #possible future fic

[sirendeepity]

Small-town romance + popstar au where Az is the popstar goon an undercover emotional retreat because his heart went </3 and he can't find the inspiration to write anything anymore (probably the most unrealistic and unrelatable thing ever) and Gwyn is the owner of a small indie bookstore craving that big adventure and she's never heard of him before

#manifesting #maybe if i think about it hard enough it will write itself #being delulu is the solulu #gwynriel #azriel x gwyn #azriel shadowsinger #gwyn berdara #dee writes #possible future fic

[melon-banana]

Building on my previous post, I think the materials used to make phones will be harder and harder to recycle, also technological advancements will probably plateau, probably not forever but indefinitely. But progress must carry on, so instead of having better memory and storage on phone, those parts are sacrificed instead for longer battery life, larger camera sensors and better screens. Most if not all processing will be done from central ultra high level computers. The phone just displays the result. Storage will be all cloud. Your phone is basically useless if not connected to the internet.

#future technology #possible future fic #streaming as a service #might be dystopian

[shadowtriovibes]

it's a sign of the times

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!MC

Rating: PG

Word Count: 3.2K

Summary: request [paraphrased]: "Rivals-to-lovers Sebastian and MC use a Time-Turner to travel to the future with Ominis in search for a cure for Anne. Instead they find a girl who's the spitting image of MC trying to sneak into the Restricted Section in the 1910s, only she has freckles like Sebastian..."

the 'verse continues in "the train ain't even left the station" [AO3]

“Anne-Marie Sallow!” she calls out. “Just where do you think you’re going?” At once, the three of you freeze. “Did she say ‘Sallow?’” hisses Ominis. “Did I hear that right?” “I – no. No,” Sebastian stammers. “There’s no way that’s what she said.”

“Can you please remind me again why I’m even a part of this harebrained scheme?” you ask for at least the third time.

You’re crouched around a small table in one of the far corners of the upper section of the Library. It’s well past curfew, but since you aren’t technically breaking any rules by avoiding the Restricted Section, you’re currently getting away with your loitering, as do most students who are caught studying after hours this close to final exams.

Only, you’re not studying. You’ve been summoned there by Ominis, who despite being your closest friend at Hogwarts is also a conniving, duplicitous liar who neglected to tell you that this whole thing is Sebastian’s idea.

You watch warily as he turns over a contraband Time-Turner in his hands, inspecting its impossibly small dials and knobs. The golden sands inside the hourglass hypnotically shift back and forth while he reads over its inscriptions and consults the guidebook he’d smuggled out of the Restricted Section earlier that same day.

You have no idea where he managed to get the device – perhaps in one of those vaults along the coast in Cragcroftshire that he’d been exploring during the summer term. However, now he’s got it in his head that perhaps the reason you haven’t been able to heal Anne is that the cure to her curse simply hasn’t been invented yet. Therefore, a quick jaunt several years into the future ought to reveal a way to rid Anne of her illness (and maybe even earn his way back into her good graces).

It’s not the first ludicrous and impractical idea he’s had in the past year, nor will it be the last, but it’s certainly one of the more radical ones.

“Merlin’s beard, I’ve already told you,” Sebastian sighs. “Since we’re going forward in time rather than back, this is an unauthorized use, and in case we get stuck in the future, we might need your ancient magic.”

“So I’m an insurance policy?!” you demand.

“Not so much for Sebastian as for me,” Ominis answers plainly. “He thinks he’s got it all sorted out, but I’m not as sure.”

“I know what I’m doing,” Sebastian interjects.

You huff and roll your eyes. “Need I remind you that using a Time-Turner to go forward is expressly forbidden by the Ministry? It’s only to go back.”

“Loads of people have done it, though,” he argues. “I’ve been reading all about it, it’s well-documented.”

“And they’ve all come back to the present?” you demand.

“Yes,” he snaps. “...For the most part.”

You scoff. Unbelievable.

“Do you two honestly think my magic is just an unlimited get-out-of-Azkaban-free pass?” you hiss. “I have no idea how to manipulate time and space. If we get stuck there, we’re stuck there.”

“I’m sure you’ll figure something out like you always do,” Sebastian mutters distractedly as he fiddles with the Time-Turner.

You glance at Ominis pleadingly and he just shrugs.

“You know we can’t let him go alone, we’ll never get him back,” Ominis reasons.

“Is that such a bad thing?” you grumble.

Sebastian shoots you a warning look before he holds up the Time-Turner for the both of you to inspect.

“I have it set to jump forward twenty years,” he explains. “We’ll have to get cozy before we go, as we’ve all got to be wearing it. Physically, we’ll land precisely where we are now, at the same time of day.”

“What if the layout of the Library changes?” you ask skeptically.

“The castle hasn’t changed in centuries,” Ominis points out. “Compared to its history, two decades is indeed quite short.”

“...Fine,” you finally mumble. “Go on, then. Let’s get this over with.”

The three of you stand in a tight circle in a spot tucked away behind some shelves, hoping to remain hidden there after you make the jump forward in time. Sebastian drapes the thin gold chain connected to the Time-Turner around the three of you; it even seems to stretch and extend in length to fit. Then he murmurs a brief incantation to the enchanted timepiece and spins the innermost piece a whopping twenty times.

Your stomach lurches while it turns over and the world around you seems to spin out of control, almost like one of those Muggle carousel rides you saw once as a child. You can barely make out years and years of students and professors walking around you – through you, even – and countless books sliding on and off the shelves until everything comes to a sudden halt and you fall straight to the floor.

Ominis and Sebastian tumble with you, winded.

“That felt bizarre,” Ominis wheezes. “Where are we? Did we travel anywhere?”

“N-no,” Sebastian breathes. “Everything else just… traveled around us.”

You glance around the Library and see that as Ominis had suggested, it looks largely the same. There are some newer books among those you recognize on the shelves, their spines less creased and dyed with more vibrant colors than those of your time.

One title jumps out at you: Advances in Practical Conjuring, 1900-1910

We’re in the 1910s, you think bewilderedly. We’re in a new century.

Mercifully, the layout of the library seems to be largely unchanged. Rows and rows of dimly lit stacks stretch along the length of the grand room with two winding spiral staircases leading down to the lower level.

Once you catch your breath, the three of you cast Disillusionment on yourselves and huddle together to make your way downstairs to the Restricted Section. Ominis leads the way with his wand extended to search for any lingering students or restless ghosts, having long since proven that his spatial awareness bests both yours and Sebastian’s even without his sight.

Your trio makes it downstairs and past the first row of shelves before Ominis stops in his tracks. Sebastian collides with him and then you knock into Sebastian, causing you both to hiss some choice words at each other.

“What’s going on?” you demand in a whisper.

“Someone just came in,” Ominis explains. “The librarian is at the desk and she hasn’t noticed, but a student is coming down the stairs.”

Sure enough, across the room you see a faint flicker of light and can just barely make out the outline of a small student sneaking down the main stairs – must be a young one, you think, no more than thirteen.

“I think it’s a girl,” you offer. “I can see her just over there.”

“What’s she doing?” Sebastian whispers.

“I’m not sure yet,” Ominis says carefully. “She’s past the desk, the librarian didn’t see – oh, for Merlin’s sake.”

“What is it?” you breathe.

“She’s going straight for the Restricted Section,” Ominis mutters. “Just our luck, I suppose.”

The three of you remain crouched behind the shelf while you watch the girl creep ever closer to your hiding spot. You’re panicking inside your head, wondering what possible seams of the universe might immediately be torn to shreds if she were to spot the three of you, but thankfully she seems single-minded in her mission to gain access to the locked collection of books across the room from you.

“She’s tiny,” Sebastian snorts. “I suppose the young ones are even more bold in the future.”

“Weren’t you about her age when you first started to sneak into the Restricted Section?” Ominis reminds him.

Sebastian insists, “No, I was fourteen. I didn’t go in until Anne was attacked. She’s got to be twelve at most, maybe even a first year.”

“Will you two be quiet?” you hiss. “She’s going to hear you!”

Across the room, the Disillusioned girl pulls a key out of the pocket of her robes and starts to insert it into the lock. A girl her age wouldn’t have mastered Alohomora yet, you think, nor would it be effective on this kind of lock. You have no idea how she managed to get a copy of the key, however.

“Do you suppose we could just go in after her?” Sebastian proposes. “She’s nearly got it open, we should take advantage of that.”

“Are you mad?” you scoff. “We can’t be in there at the same time, we’ll get caught!”

“So what if some little girl from the future sees us?” Sebastian argues. “Why wouldn’t she believe we’re just students from her time doing our own research?”

But before you can further explain to Sebastian how astonishingly stupid that idea is, the girl across the room gasps softly and drops her key to the floor. In front of her, the lock is glowing red as if it’s searing hot.

That’s a new security development from your time, you think. It’s rather lucky the three of you didn’t discover that the hard way.

Immediately, the young librarian leaps from her seat and hustles across the room to the Restricted Section’s gated entrance much faster than Madam Scribner ever would have.

“Hang on…” you say under your breath. “Is that – that’s Sophronia!”

“Who?” Ominis asks.

“Sophronia Franklin, she’s a fourth-year in our time,” you explain distractedly. “She’s always lingering in the library, of course she takes over for Scribner once we finish school.”

“I know her,” Sebastian chimes in. “Tried to get me to play a game of trivia in exchange for returning a book on curse breaking I’d been waiting for. Rather precocious, I thought.”

You glare at Sebastian and he merely rolls his eyes.

“I didn’t mean it in a flirtatious way, I was referring to her choice in books,” he grumbles. “Merlin, you’re protective of her.”

“She’s a sweet girl,” you murmur, appreciative of the fact that Sebastian can’t see you blushing. Truthfully, you don’t think much about Sophronia these days, other than that she absolutely cannot catch the three of you in her Library as she’ll easily understand what you’re up to.

Before you can try to convince the boys to call it quits and return to the present, Sophronia rounds the corner and the girl’s Disillusionment charm melts away in surprise.

“Anne-Marie Sallow!” she calls out. “Just where do you think you’re going?”

At once, the three of you freeze.

“Did she say ‘Sallow?’” hisses Ominis. “Did I hear that right?”

“I – no. No,” Sebastian stammers. “There’s no way that’s what she said.”

“Apologies, Madam,” you hear the girl say with a cheeky lilt to her voice. “I was just looking for a book for my aunt, that’s all.”

Just then, Sophronia leans down to pick up the dropped key and all three of you catch a glimpse of the young girl’s face. She’s probably around twelve, like Sebastian had guessed, but her face… Merlin, she could be your younger sister.

Her slightly-upturned nose is nearly identical to yours, only she’s got a small smattering of freckles across hers. Then there’s her chin, which juts out just a bit like yours does, and you’re too far away to make out the color of her eyes but you’re positive that they’re almond-shaped just like your own.

Now that you think about it, her hair is tied back like you always did with yours when you were younger – braided with a green bow at the end, only her hair is a rich, warm brown color.

“...Is that you?” Sebastian asks softly. “How. How are you doing this?”

“That’s not me, I’m right here,” you remind him.

“Hold on, what am I missing?” Ominis whispers.

“That girl looks exactly like this one,” Sebastian insists. “She’s got her nose, her eyes, her face shape. It’s like there’s a second-year version of her, standing right across from us.”

“We’re twenty years into the future,” Ominis reminds you both. “...What if she’s your daughter?”

You feel like the room is starting to spin around you again, and you find yourself pitching to the side before Sebastian quickly tugs on your arm and pulls you back behind the shelf.

“Do not go daft on us now,” he mutters. “I don’t care if that is your daughter–”

“She’s your daughter too, you know,” Ominis chimes in. “In case you were wondering.”

“Wh… What?” Sebastian stutters, and Ominis gestures for the two of you to listen in.

“Goodness, Miss Sallow,” Sophronia sighs. “You really are so much like your father, always sneaking into the Restricted Section.”

You watch as the girl puffs up her chest proudly, a mischievous smirk on her face that doesn’t strike you as particularly like you at all – but rather Sebastian.

“I’ll gladly take that as a compliment, Madam Franklin,” Anne-Marie says.

“While I respect that you are both voracious consumers of knowledge, he, like you, had little respect for the rules of the Restricted Section,” Sophronia continues. “I’ll have to ask you to leave until you get permission from a professor for relevant research or turn fifteen.”

Anne-Marie is still arguing with the librarian as she’s being escorted out. “Perhaps if you would just let me borrow the book for a while–”

“I’m afraid I’ll also have to give you detention this time,” Sophronia interjects. “I can’t keep looking the other way simply because I owe your mother a favor. This is the third time this term!”

Anne-Marie huffs and folds her arms. “But my godfather–”

“Your godfather is a very busy man who would undoubtedly appreciate it if you spent more time staying out of trouble,” Sophronia finishes, “than trying to emulate your father. In fact, I think Ominis would agree with me that one Sebastian Sallow in this world is quite enough!”

Well, that certainly clears things up.

Sophoronia marches Anne-Marie up the stairs and out of the library. The three of you, having already forgotten your original mission, put your heads together without a word so Sebastian can drape the Time-Turner around your necks and return you to the present.

You collapse in a heap on the library floor, but this time it’s fully empty – even the librarian’s desk light is extinguished. You sit in silence for a few moments, and you and Sebastian don’t dare look at each other. Eventually you force yourself to stand and offer Ominis a hand up, steadfastly ignoring the other boy.

“So,” Ominis finally says, barely concealing his smile. “When exactly is it, do you suppose, that the two of you fall hopelessly in love with each other?”

You both curse at him at the same time, and Ominis throws back his head and laughs.

“Shout at me all you want, but that little girl is proof that the two of you are destined for each other,” he crows. “Oh, how brilliant!”

“Come now, Ominis,” Sebastian says with a nervous laugh. “You don’t seriously think that girl is, what… our child or something?”

“That’s precisely what I think,” Ominous answers, smirking. “You said it yourself, she looks exactly like her mother.”

“Stop!” you interject. “I’m not anyone’s mother, in case you forgot.”

“Perhaps not yet,” Ominis agrees primly. “I imagine it will be several more years before Sebastian makes you one.”

Sebastian goes deeply red while you sputter indignantly.

“Thats – that’s foul, Ominis,” you insist. “It’s untoward to even be talking about this!”

Sebastian folds his arms and raises an eyebrow. “Really? You’re that offended by the very idea of us having a child together? I’m hurt.”

“W-well, I just meant that we shouldn’t talk about things that haven’t yet come to pass,” you explain nervously. “Besides, all that is years away. Decades, even.”

Sebastian glances sidelong at you, and you wonder if you’re imagining the way he looks you up and down.

“Right,” he says slowly. “It’s not like we know anything for sure, obviously.”

“Of course,” you agree. “...I don’t suppose you have any other family members named Sebastian? Distant relatives, perhaps?”

“Why?” he drawls. “Looking to snag a cousin of mine so I won’t be the one to father your children?”

You shove him right into one of the bookshelves, but he laughs like he doesn’t regret it one bit.

“Now now,” Ominis murmurs. “You ought to be kind to your future husband, you don’t want to damage his virility.”

“I have half a mind to put a dent in Sebastian’s virility right here and now to save me some trouble later,” you reply, casually aiming your wand at his groin.

“Have you gone mad?!” he stammers as he takes several steps backward. “Put that thing away!”

“Oh, will you please relax?” you sigh. “We just saw one of your descendants, your ability to procreate is in no danger.”

“You could still put me in the Hospital Wing,” he sulks. “Besides, it’s not just procreation that I use it for.”

Ominis snorts. “Unfortunately, I am intimately aware of that.”

You make a face while Sebastian grins cheekily, offering no apology.

The three of you start to make your way toward the exit into Central Hall, ignoring the weak protests of the prefects stationed outside. As you make your way back toward the Slytherin common room, you all fall silent again, lost in your thoughts.

You aren’t sure how you’re supposed to forget what you saw, you think. In the future, you have a daughter. Her father is Sebastian Sallow, and… and she’s brilliant. Beautiful, courageous, more than a bit headstrong, and as determined as you both are if not more so.

You catch yourself actually grinning, and when you glance over at Sebastian, you see the same expression on his face.

“Anything you care to share?” you ask him.

“I know we probably shouldn’t talk about it,” he starts, “but there is one thing that girl said that I won’t soon forget.”

“What’s that?” you ask.

He’s quiet for a moment, and then he admits, “I heard her say she’s looking for a book for her aunt, and you haven’t got any sisters.”

You smile softly and reach for Sebastian’s hand. “No, I don’t.”

He lets you take his hand in his to give a reassuring squeeze.

“She’s still alive,” Sebastian says quietly. “She… she’s still sick, probably. But she’s still alive in the future. She meets my daughter, and she knows her.”

“She does,” you say. “And – and maybe we don’t quite know how that happens yet, but you can have a little faith, Sebastian. Things will work out the way they’re supposed to, and Anne will be with us for a long, long time. There’s still plenty of time to make things right again.”

He nods wordlessly but doesn’t drop your hand.

Just before you arrive at your common room, Ominis stops in his tracks.

“Hang on… Her name, Anne-Marie?” he asks you. “That sounds like something Sebastian would have picked. How generous of you.”

“Aww,” Sebastian laughs. “You must be so in love with me by then to let me pick the name.”

You grit your teeth and ignore them as you murmur the password to the giant stone snake guarding the door, hoping to get some well-earned rest and be rid of these boys for the night.

“Don’t worry, darling,” Sebastian says as he ducks around you and slips inside the door. “I’ll let you pick the name for the second one, and we can duel for rights to the third.”

You go running off after Sebastian and holler, “You bastard Sebastian Sallow, how many damn children are you expecting?!”

Ominis quickly pulls the door shut behind him and shakes his head.

“Godfather,” he mutters to himself. “I’ll never know peace, will I?”

---

[Get to know more of the Sallow kiddos in "the train ain't even left the station" ❤️]

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fic #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian x mc #sebastian x reader #my fic #time travel #i tried to stick to time-turner lore as much as possible while completely retconning it #(future) dad!bastian

[magpie-trinkets]

continuing that "maya tries to contact claire" post, i present you the post-Spirit of Justice follow-up

#post that caters to ME specifically #let me first tag #ghost trick spoilers #lost future spoilers #now that that's out of the way. you know who's on that suitcase ;) #also claire is fucked up by time travel shenanigans so it's possible let's just say #also ghost powers grow and change with time sooooo. let's play with canon #layton “i have a dead girlfriend” and yomiel “i had a dead girlfriend” bisexuals #also yes the whole gang traveled to london they're just strolling around #maya had unfinished business and now that she's more powerful she's BACK #this would take place 7-or-so years after lost future/plvspw so layton is in his mid-forties here. i had to look it so correct me if im not #also yes this is a crossover AU i have rotating in my mind i love the source material and layton's and claire whole thing no shade to that #powerful narrative that made me cry #but with aa and gt magic fuckery we have the technology #also about the jail bit. that's a fic i am writing (one sentence every month) #ghost trick #professor layton #ace attorney #my art #ms paint #GOD. that wall of text is surely something

[navybrat817]

Imagine being Bucky’s training partner and getting easily distracted cause of how hot he is😩

Okay, but's let's imagine that Bucky is using a training knife while sparring with you. And you try not to get distracted by his gorgeous blue eyes, the scent of his cologne, the slutty sweatpants, the whole package.

Oh, his package.

Which is what you're thinking about when he puts you on your back.

You hope he didn't hear the whine you let out when he put the "blade" against your neck because you do not have a knife kink.

But super soldier hearing, he totally heard it, and maybe tests a theory of his as he drags the knife down your torso.

Maybe he'll have to pay you a visit later.

Maybe.

Love and thanks! ❤️

#navybrat answers #possible future fic #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x female reader #yes please #do we like this? #sergeantbarnessdoll #sending love ❤️ #asks are always appreciated

[thegnomelord]

Idk why I always get weird ideas before exams, but I'm brain rotting over a sagau-esque thing where reader gets dropped into the genshin world, but they're from the cyberpunk world and look like a roided up tank.

Like, just the juxtaposition of the characters worshipping their idea of you; imagining soft curves and warm smiles, a tender touch only befitting a being which nurtured their world from infancy, with golden blood flowing through your veins and the stars sparkling in your eyes — a million worlds at your fingertips yet theirs is the one you chose.

Oh, they would spend their entire lives on their knees if it meant they could touch, worship, love...

How quickly that dream would shatter when they saw you — sharp edges, cold steel, and body weighted down by weapons of unimaginable warfare and every movement so precise, lacking that human uncertainty like Khaenri'ah's metal soldiers—

Unnatural.

They think, when they see your eyes glowing in the darkness; missing the way rifthounds earn for your attention like puppies, the Abyss itself not daring to touch you.

Aberrant

They think, when they see your mechanical hands, which belong on a conqueror and not their beloved creator; so blind they miss the way Teyvat itself inbraces you, sacred flowers and medicinal herbs springing from your artificial joins without impeding your movement.

False

They think, when a new being descends, one bearing your likeness before the chrome, fitting their every idea they once had of you; but Teyvat knows, senses the human disguise only runs skin deep.

Imposter

They think, as they hunt you down with polearm and bow, seeking to bring you back to their "creator" as if believing it would grant them favour; can you blame them?

#gnome's tea break #genshin impact #trinkets from the hoard #x reader #possible future fic #cyberpunk #sagau brainrot #sagau cult au #sagau idea #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader

[eddywoww]

Pretty omega demon Steve who hasn’t been summoned by anyone in AT LEAST a century and he’s like, notoriously horny. Winds up in Eddie’s bedroom after a party game gone wrong.

Blah blah blah Eddie has a demon crawling all over him, asking for his Alpha knot because he claims demon knots hurt 🥺 and humans smell so much better 🥺 and he’s definitely not gonna drink Eddie’s blood or suck the soul out of him or anything 🥺

#is this cracky enough #omegaverse #my writing #blurbs #possible future fic?

[chasingmidnights]

Help me choose a leader!

#cult au #sebastian stan #chris evans #possible mini series #possible future fic #sebastian stan characters #chris evans characters #poll time #chasingmarvel polls

[siracethegreat]

sobby cryey times with Hotguy :((

#possible future scene for my fic Know the enemy and know yourself btw!!!!!! the sillies teehee #Our Just Deserts AU #mumbo jumbo #mumbo jumbo fanart #goodtimeswithscar fanart #goodtimeswithscar #gtws #redscape #mumscar #hermitshipping #hermitcraft #hermitblr #sir ace drawing shit